The Hun Dao boy just volleyed a little and then repaired.
The nearby outer disciples all retreated, and the area around Fang Xiu suddenly became empty.
Fang Xiu broke out in cold sweat.
In the conscience of heaven and earth, he has never had such good luck in his previous life and this life.
Out of thousands of people, why did he choose him!
Is it just because he is handsome?
Ah.
shallow!
"Junior brother, take care!"
Yunyao slightly cupped her hands, and with a hint of apology, she also stepped back.
In the world of cultivation, everyone is selfish. This is the basic setting of the show.
Even though she was interested in acting, the starring roles in this scene were only Fang Xiu and two important supporting actors.
Like the extras, she is in the background.
"Didn't you hear me?"
In the square on the top of the mountain, the Taoist boy moved his legs and disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Fang Xiu Shen.
"Senior brother must have recognized the wrong person. I just joined the sect yesterday. I am a stranger to senior brother and have never met him before!"
Fang Xiu was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
Big beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.
Foundation-building monks have terrifying combat power, and a single sword can be compared to an intercontinental missile.
He had just been reborn for a day, and he didn't want to lead the dog so quickly.
"It can't be wrong, I just chose it randomly!"
The gangster boy smiled and said, "Young junior brother, you should know who I am. You are lucky today. I have something for you to do!"
"Thanks to Senior Brother's high opinion, Fang should have gone all out, but my realm is low and I am only at the first level of Qi Refining. I'm afraid I won't be able to help Senior Brother!"
Fang Xiu wanted to cry but had no tears.
Being next to a foundation-building monk is definitely not a good thing.
"The realm doesn't matter, as long as you are afraid of death!"
The gangster boy took out a brocade box from his arms, stuffed it into Fang Xiu's hand, and said with a smile: "You have to watch this brocade box. No matter who wants it from you, you can't give it to me, even if you die!"
"Can't you even die?"
Fang Xiu stared blankly, his mind going blank.
I carried your wife and ran away in my last life?
Otherwise, how could such an unfortunate thing choose me?
"Yes, I can't give it even to death!"
The gangster boy patted Fang Xiu's face and said grimly: "If you can't do it, I will let you know what life is worse than death, what pain is, what it means to be miserable and unruly."
"Asshole...Senior Brother Dao, why bother!"
Fang Xiu was desperate. He felt like he had a nuclear bomb with a yield of 200,000. He couldn't hold it, let alone release it!
And just then!
"Bastard, do you think I can't find you if you hide outside?"
In the cloud sky, there was a fierce roar, like nine-day thunder, deafening and deafening.
The tall trees around the square were shaking and their fallen leaves were falling.
Fang Xiu also had a ringing in his ears, which was a little unbearable.
The surrounding outer disciples all jumped to the ground one by one, covering their ears, rolling on the ground, and screaming incessantly.
"No, maybe it's too much!"
Fang Xiu rolled his eyes.
In the world of cultivation, do you need to work so hard to flatter someone?
Even if you are frightened by the power of high-level monks, you should still maintain the dignity that a Qi practitioner should have.
If you can't even hold on to a fearless Taoist heart, how can you talk about the road to immortality?
Fang Xiu sneered at this behavior.
Holding the brocade box in his arms, he saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he let out a few symbolic groans, fell limply to the ground, and looked up at the sky.
Who is coming?
It has such great power!
"The cultivator gets angry and cuts off the waves. Hello everyone, I am Xiao Shazi!"
Live broadcast room, ten seconds ago.
Along with Yunkong's loud shout, Xiao Shazi's interpretation also sounded in time: "The foundation-building monks are so powerful that their sound waves can spread for hundreds of miles without stopping. The sound you are hearing now has been processed by equipment.
It’s not the actual sound effects on set.”
"In order to simulate and present the most realistic world of cultivation, the live sound waves are as high as 110 decibels, which is far beyond the limit that the human ear can bear. If the sound continues for one minute, it can temporarily deafen the human ear!"
"The actors at the scene had already fallen to the ground and howled. This was not exactly a performance. Although they had prepared some earplugs in advance, the volume still made them feel uncomfortable!"
"As for Fang Xiu, in order to show the real effect, the program team did not prepare defensive props for him. He will truly experience the insignificance and insignificance of a little Qi Refiner facing a Foundation-Building monk..."
An example of Xiao Shazi looking at the screen while explaining.
The shot of Fang Xiu looking left and right under the powerful sound wave attack happened to come into view.
"Yeah, Fang Xiu seems to be fine!"
Xiao Shazi covered her mouth in surprise.
She looked at the manuscript prepared by the program team and found that it was indeed written like this!
"Judging from the current scene, Fang Xiu seems to be very strong, and he can actually ignore the roar of the Foundation Establishment monk!"
"The program team will not lie about such a trivial matter, and Fang Xiu is really fine. This seems a bit strange!"
"It should be that Fang Xiude's physique is quite special, but that's fine. Only strong protagonists can resist."
The barrage was like a waterfall, and the audience was surprised and surprised by the scene in front of them, and expressed their opinions one after another.
until……
Fang Xiu lay on the ground nonchalantly, with his big innocent eyes open and curiously looking at the sky.
"Oh no, his acting skills are too bad!"
"Even if it's a little exaggerated, it's okay. You're just lying on the ground like this. Are you afraid that the foundation-building monks who will arrive soon won't notice you?"
"Brother, for us this is just a reality show, but for you it is the real world. Can you take some responsibility for your own life?"
The audience was in an uproar.
"Why is there nothing wrong with Fang Xiu?"
In the program headquarters, Chen Yimou and Xu Bo looked at each other.
Machines cannot lie.
The only explanation is that Fang Xiu has a tolerance for sound waves far beyond that of ordinary people.
Could it be that the tolerance and sensitivity of people three hundred years ago were different from ours?
Is it true that historical records record that men generally persisted for twenty minutes?
"Hunt, hand over that treasure and I can let you leave safely!"
The cloud sky is like a curtain, parting to both sides, and a shirtless man wearing colorful animal skin trousers stands proudly.
His long silver hair was fluttering in the wind, and a cold iron sword about three feet and seven inches long was tied to his back.
“Quite fashionable!”
Fang Xiu's eyes lit up, and he felt that the long knife on the back of the leopard-print trousers brother looked familiar.
"Nie Feng's Snow Drinking Knife?"
Fang Xiu blinked.
Sure enough, human aesthetics are all the same.
Nie Feng’s mother, yyds!
"Why don't I understand what Senior Brother Li said?"
The gangster boy had an innocent look on his face: "There were six people present at the time. Why did my senior brother insist that I took it?"
"If you didn't take it, why would the brocade box appear in the arms of that thief-minded outer disciple at your feet!"
Li Cangzhou (supporting role) pulled out his Xue Yin knife, and with a bang in the air, the tip of the knife pointed directly at Fang Xiu: "If you don't admit it, I will kill this person first, and then I will settle the score with you."