"Chunxiang, push me to the next level." The moment she raised her eyes, her indifferent eyes were filled with a kind of power called breaking the cauldron.
Chunxiang seemed to feel a cold wind infiltrating into her body. She looked at Fang Qing who was sitting in the wheelchair in surprise. It was strange, how could such a strong murderous aura come out of the third lady?
"Chunxiang, push me to the next level." Fang Qing repeated lightly.
Chunxiang hurriedly put away her surprised expression and pushed the wheelchair quickly, looking a little unnatural.
Next, the third level is Bagua arithmetic and understanding the strange formations.
Passengers need to pass through the peach blossom array made of silk flowers in front of them within one stick of incense, and then use deep internal strength to use their fingers as pens to carve the prescribed inscription on the stone tablet opposite, and then turn back.
In the peach blossom array made of silk flowers, every peach tree can be moved. If you miscalculate one step, poisonous arrows will be shot from all directions, trapping people in the center.
Nangong Cang was passed by a poisonous arrow in this pass. Although he didn't hit the arrow, he made a wrong move and was defeated.
"Brother Prince, are you okay?" Nangong Xia's figure flew down beside him and helped Nangong Cang up.
Nangong Cang's indifferent eyes closed dejectedly. "I'm fine, Jingyang, I'm going back." Accompanied by Nangong Xia and his subordinates, Nangong Cang returned to the viewing platform.
Although Wei Shaner, Fengdie Yi and Yu Tianqi passed the test, they wrote a large inscription with their fingers, and their internal energy was depleted by more than half. When they turned back, Fengdie Yi, who had a slightly weaker internal energy, spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound.
Qi Yan's icy blue luster passed through the corner of his eyes, and he raised his lips and smiled. "Feng Emperor, do you want to go through the next level?"
"Of course I have to break in." Feng Dieyi's charming eyes were shining brightly, her sleeves flew up, and she wiped away the blood on the corners of her mouth in the blink of an eye.
"Okay." Qi Yan opened his folding fan, his ice blue eyes flashed with a strange and charming smile, he walked past Yu Tianqi and patted him on the shoulder.
"Prince Ning, there are still two levels left, go slowly, don't be impatient." His white shirt flew up in the wind, and he fluttered away with the wind.
In the fourth level, plum blossoms are painted on the plum blossom piles. The plum blossom piles are arranged high and low, unevenly. Under the piles, there are rows of gleaming sharp knives. Each knife spits violent venom. Under the sun, it glows green and cold.
, reflecting on the plum blossom pile. This level requires the player's light skills, eyesight, and painting skills to work together seamlessly. Within one column of incense, a winter plum blossom will be drawn on a scroll that is hung on a plum blossom pile and tied with a wire.
Picture of reflecting snow.
There can be no mistakes in any part of this process. If there is even a slight mistake, the picture of Winter Plum Blossoms Reflecting Snow will not be completed, and a life will be lost on the poisonous knife tip under the plum blossom pile.
This is not a challenge. Every level is almost like a life-and-death struggle. Each level is more difficult than the last, each level consumes more internal energy, and each level is more vicious than the last.
Chunxiang's face changed greatly, but Fang Qing looked at the plum blossom pile indifferently. She looked at Wei Shaner, Phoenix Butterfly Clothes, and Yu Tianqi flying up on their toes, flying from one plum blossom pile to another, not daring to pause.
, and dare not step on the plum blossom pile.
At this moment, the hands of the three of them were flying, taking off the wolf hair hanging from the top one by one, and then looking at the position where the inkstone would appear on the moving plum blossom pile, they shot like lightning and stopped like wind.
When they reached the ink, the wolf hair in their hands followed their light steps, leaped up, and touched the snow-like painting scroll, faintly sparse, with horizontal plum blossoms and slanting branches faintly emerging.
When the ink on the pen was no longer enough to draw, they returned to the plum blossom pile and looked for the location where the inkstone would appear next. Fang Qing was sitting in a wheelchair. In her pale eyes, the light slowly spread and ripples appeared.
The lower body of Feng Wu Dynasty's Feng Die Yi has begun to become unstable, and her Qinggong footwork has become sluggish. It seems that she has reached the top of her support. Within three steps, Feng Die Yi will surely fall under the plum blossom pile.