Sword Mountain Tournament 2 Fantasy
The noodles in the iron pot beside me were overflowing with boiling water, but there was no sign of the person cooking the noodles.
Too weird.
Leng Can looked around and saw that there was no one there. He grabbed the spirit stone and hid in a building nearby. He ran up to the second floor in a hurry, randomly opened a guest room, checked that there was no one in the room, and then went in.
Then he closed the windows tightly, pushed the door table to block the wooden door, looked at the uniform of Wuqing Mountain on his body, his mind racing, went to the closet to find an ordinary piece of clothing to change into, and melted the sword into his body. Only then did he feel a little relieved.
He slumped down on the wooden bench, holding the spirit stone and examining it. The spirit stone floated, and a few large words appeared on it.
"A shower of petals."
Explanation: Chant the spell 'Flower Mist, Reveal.' to summon a rain of petals.
"Attack attribute: 0"
"Decoration attribute: 99 points"
"Confusing attribute: 10 points"
Leng Can: "..."
Overall, it is a useless spiritual stone that is suitable for various festive atmospheres.
It is totally inconsistent with his current dangerous situation.
Leng Can placed the spirit stone in his hand and melted it into his body.
Forget it, it’s better to have it than not, and it can be used to bluff people at critical moments.
Cong Mo was not around, and he lacked experience in fighting alone. He could be considered the worst among all the disciples of Jianshan. If he went out at this time, he would have no chance of winning no matter what.
He poured himself a cup of tea and leisurely flipped through a book on the shelf.
Forget it, he can only survive for as long as he can. If he can't win by force, can't he try with his wisdom?
He was aware of his own strength. In this competition where force was supreme, defeat was inevitable. He only regretted that his seduction plan had no place to be carried out, allowing Cong Mo to cultivate the path of ruthlessness.
When Leng Can thought about the future when he and Cong Mo would be in two different worlds, Cong Mo would be better than him in every way, and when they returned to the town, everyone would compare the two of them and belittle him endlessly, he became extremely jealous and wanted to tear Cong Mo apart.
"If I stay this time, I will definitely use all my skills." Leng Can raised his hand and swore, "So I also hope that God will open his eyes and bless me!"
An old man watching the game smiled awkwardly at the elder beside him, "My disciple is really smart, but he just talks nonsense. Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously."
The ethereal voice of the announcement resounded throughout the entire illusion at this moment.
"The number of survivors in the Demon Cave has decreased by one."
"The number of survivors in the Demon Cave has decreased by one."
"The number of survivors in the Demon Cave has decreased by one."
…
After I lost countless ones, I finally heard the final announcement.
"Thirty-nine people survived the Demon Cave, and sixty-two survived the rest of the illusion."
Leng Can was shocked. Which devil could kill nearly twenty people right at the start? It was so cruel.
The devil he was talking about was now stabbing a man in the heart with his sword, leaving behind the words, "Waste."
Ji Shufeng stood behind her, feeling that her cold and ruthless look was frightening, and she advised, "Cong Mo, there's no need to kill so recklessly."
"It's necessary." Cong Mo drew her sword, and the man instantly vanished in a wisp of smoke. She calmly closed her sword and picked up the man's spirit stone to examine it. "This will happen sooner or later. Rather than suffer, why not let me kill you quickly? Do you have a better way to win the game?"
"...No." Ji Shufeng realized the flaw in his words and the inexplicable surge of conscience, and followed her closely. "If I reveal my strength like this at the beginning, I will be surrounded and attacked by everyone. It would be bad to catch them in the trap after they kill each other."
"Too slow." Cong Mo stopped and looked around carefully. "After killing so many people, you can keep the remaining spirit stones except for this one in my hand."
"Do you want them?" Ji Shufeng opened her palms, and a dozen spirit stones gleaming with various colors appeared in her hands. "They're all here."
Cong Mo shook his head and showed her the spirit stone in his hand. With a pinch of his fingers, the flat surface of the stone immediately became extremely smooth, and dozens of green light spots appeared on it.
Ji Shufeng was a little surprised, "This spirit stone is actually a tracker?"
"Well, it just makes it easier for me to find someone." Cong Mo nodded. "I have a few on hand for emergencies. You can keep the rest and throw away the useless ones."
Ji Shufeng retracted his hand, threw a few spirit stones that had no offensive effect into the bushes, and asked, "Why are you so anxious?"
"Someone is waiting for me." Cong Mo said, and then threw the leaf that fell into his hand. The leaf flew into the bushes at such a speed, and then an ugly monster rushed out with a howl. Cong Mo kicked his feet and drew his sword, then flew onto the monster's back and stabbed the sword hard at the center of the monster's neck. His movements were smooth and without any hesitation. The blood turned into black gas and dissipated. Cong Mo gripped the hilt of the sword and pressed it hard to the side. Before the monster could struggle, its head fell off.
The sound rang out,
"Congratulations to Wuqingdao - Congmo, for killing the monster and receiving an extra spirit stone."
Cong Mo casually threw the spirit stone to Ji Shufeng.
It is a spiritual stone of the wind zodiac.
Explanation: Chanting the spell 'Wind Spirit, Appear' summons several wind spirits. However, these spirits are weak and cannot be used as primary attacks.
"Attack attribute: 35 points."
"Interference attribute: 85 points."
"Pet attributes: 99 points."
"Wind elves are agile and possess the ability to become invisible, making them difficult to detect. They can also communicate with each other through spiritual awareness and can be dispatched to explore the way, which could be helpful to you." Cong Mo flipped his hand, and the sword flew back into his hand. The blood on it dissipated into black mist and ceased to exist. "Last night's fight exposed my strength. People are unfamiliar with me and won't risk coming here on their own. But as a member of Jianshan, they know you better. The crowd is more likely to attack you than me."
"I..." Ji Shufeng defended them, "We are from the same sect, they won't kill me."
Cong Mo looked at her coldly, "If you really treat me well, why didn't anyone come to help you when you were bullied by the bully yesterday?"
"them……"
"Ji Shufeng." Cong Mo interrupted her. "When you entered the Immortal Mountain, you were full of heroic spirit, not this shy and fearful. How come you've become like this now? You're annoying me for no reason."
Ji Shufeng lowered his eyes, gripped the sword tightly, and sighed, "There are so many people in Jianshan who are more powerful than me. I used to think I was a gifted person in my family, and I wanted to come to Xianshan to achieve great things. But I didn't expect that I am nothing here. What I know can't even hurt others. It's inevitable that I feel inferior."
"Then intensify your cultivation." Cong Mo cut through the grass, the green dot on his hand growing closer. "Inferiority complex only leads to cowardice, while hard work only leads to exhaustion, leaving no time to ponder the meaning of so-called inferiority complex."
Ji Shufeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Haha..."
"What are you laughing at?" Cong Mo asked in confusion.
"Thank you for enlightening me." Ji Shufeng's eyes were moist.
"I'm just telling the truth. It really doesn't make any sense."
"Okay." Ji Shufeng caught up with her and put his arm around her, causing Cong Mo to stumble. "Cong Mo, you're so nice."
Yes! Ji Shufeng smiled with her eyes curved.
It's really meaningless.
Cong Mo didn't mind her closeness and didn't push her away. He just said helplessly, "I didn't say anything. What's the point?"
"Whatever, it's good."
"Old Man Jianyi, you really need to manage the customs of Jianshan..." Old Man Qingyi looked at Cong Mo with great pride.
The old man Jian Yi rolled his eyes at him and said, "Yes, we have many people in Jianshan, so naturally there will be some who are not well taken care of. It's not like you Wuqingshan, who only have two disciples."
"you!"
"Stop making trouble." The sect leader kneaded his brows and stared at Cong Mo in the illusion. "Qingyi, is this the source we tracked down last time?"
"yes."
"Observe carefully." The Sect Master looked at the old man, "Put the people's lives first."
The old man didn't look at her and nodded in agreement.
"careful!"
The sword passed by his ear. Ji Shufeng stood with the sword raised, quickly jumped over the bushes, and drew his sword to stab. The man was agile and dodged sideways, so the sword only cut his arm.
"Ji Shufeng! Are you going to kill your master for the other immortal mountain?" The man covered his wound and shouted at Ji Shufeng.
"Where does the idea of a master come from?" Cong Mo cut down the man beneath him and snatched the spirit stone. "Is there still an unspoken rule in the Sword Mountain Competition? Is it a battle between the various immortal mountains? If you can't win, then you play the emotional card. I advise you not to use this theory to bind others."
"Because..." She drew her sword and left, her voice calm and even as the wind passed by her. "Even if she doesn't kill you, I won't let you escape alive."
"Ahh..." With a scream, the man turned into smoke and disappeared.
"Twenty people remain in the Demon Cave. The illusion has dissipated. These twenty people have been summoned to the remaining four illusions. The spirit stones they hold can still be used."
"Goodbye." The illusion changed, and Cong Mo said goodbye to Ji Shufeng.
Ji Shufeng's eyebrows softened, "Well, goodbye."
"It's over, it's over." Leng Can was not happy at this moment, and paced back and forth in the room anxiously, "The big devil is likely to come to this illusion, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to hide. Otherwise..."
“Knockknock…”
"Is anyone there? Open the door!"
Leng Can stood still, his body stiff and unable to move, his mouth tightly covered, not making a sound.
"Is there no one here? The spirit stone is clearly making some noise! Open the door quickly! Don't let me break in!"
Leng Can's heart was beating wildly, his eyes were darting around, he suddenly opened the window, undressed and climbed onto the bed, pretending to have just woken up, "Who is it? Is it the waiter? Oh my! Why is my room so messy!"
"Who are you?" The person outside the door heard the sound and knocked on the door frantically, "Open the door quickly!"
"Who else could it be? A guest staying at the hotel." Leng Can rolled down hurriedly. "Wait, what's the hurry? Let me put on my clothes first."
He pulled open the door, struggled to open it, and yawned, "Who are you? What's the point of breaking into someone's house?"
Seeing that he was dressed in ordinary clothes, the man pushed him aside and walked into the house. "Is there someone hiding in this house? Otherwise, why would my spirit stone keep moving?"
"Why are you like this? Who am I hiding? This room is so small. I want to ask you something." Leng Can acted confused. "I just woke up and saw the room was in this state. Are you a yamen runner? Is there a thief here? Take me to where..."
"Get out of the way! Don't get in my way." The man saw the open window and pushed it open impatiently. "Looks like he jumped out the window and escaped."
He turned around and just as he stepped out of the door, he realized something was wrong. "No, you look very familiar. Am I..."
"Bang"
The vase shattered to the ground, and the man lost his balance and fell down.
Leng Can breathed rapidly, closed his eyes, and formed a sword to strike again.
The man disappeared in smoke. Leng Can took a deep breath, picked up the spirit stone on the ground, checked to see if there was anyone outside, and pushed the table against the door again.
This spirit stone will issue a warning when people from the fairy mountain approach.
Before Leng Can's heart could calm down, the spirit stone on the table began to vibrate again.
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