How can one become an immortal if he is so lazy? Chapter 235: A miracle or something, isn’t it a desperate act of helplessness when there is no way out...
Chapter 235: A miracle or something, isn’t it a desperate act of helplessness when there is no way out...
Many things, once you break through them for the first time, you will gradually get used to them.
For example, absence from work, women's clothing, or falling asleep...
In short, after Hong Butian made up his mind and successfully fell, the first test designed by some boring guy from Wujiang Sword Sect will no longer be a stumbling block for him!
"What is this?"
The shadow of the dagger fell.
"Dagger!"
"What is this?"
The phantom of the sledgehammer fell.
"Epee!"
"What is this!"
"The shadow of the voodoo doll fell."
"Little Sword Man!"
"What is this?"
The shadow of the long sword fell.
"Ah this... Si..."
Hong Butian took a breath and frowned. What is this? It seems that it was not mentioned in the preview materials. This, this...
"No matter what it is, it must be a sword!"
"Congratulations! Successfully passed the first test!"
The voice that sounded became passionate: "Answer Hong Butian, you are one step closer to joining my Wujing Sword Sect!"
"Huh..."
Hong Butian breathed a long sigh of relief, and his eyes showed a dazzling light. He was getting closer and closer to his dream!
Although it is said that Xiaoyang Xiaoli has achieved achievements beyond his expectation in the Five Elements Sect. He can enter the Five Elements Sect at any time if he wants, but he still wants to try here to see if he can rely on his own ability if he is not related to others.
Can you enter this boundless sword gate?
What?
Is the Great Elder of Yaowang Sect considered a first-level relationship?
That’s okay!
Hong Butian's heart quickened and his face was full of determination. He had already decided that if he couldn't succeed this time, he would go back to his hometown... and become a related household!
Ahem, um, you still can’t give up on your dream. My younger brothers and sisters also have good intentions, so we can’t let them down, right!
Yes, that’s right!
Hong Butian, who has already found a way out for himself (rows out) and is ready to fight to the death, has nothing to fear at this time!
"Although I can understand your excitement, you need to relax."
Piaomiao's voice spoke again: "Your talent must have been tested before, and it must be above average and meet the standards.
But just now, the test is whether you are willing to stick to your heart. Well, even if I repeatedly used wrong answers like "spear" and "sledgehammer" to induce you, you did not fall for it and pointed out the fact that they are swords honestly.
, also passed the test!"
Hong Butian: "..."
Can we fast forward? Can we skip this plot dialogue? He doesn’t want to listen to this guy’s nonsense at all!
"Ahem, that, the second test, perseverance!"
The misty voice got to the point: "A qualified sword cultivator should have the awareness to practice day after day without sleep, not to be disturbed by the external environment, and only have his own sword in his eyes. Only in this way can he become a powerful sword cultivator with great achievements.
!"
"Perseverance...it's the same as what Senior Sister Zhao said..."
Hong Butian lowered his head, full of confidence. He has plenty of perseverance!
As for external interference...
Ha!
Thinking about Hong Buyian these years, when he was practicing hard every day, two guys had been eating, reading novels, sleeping next to him, laughing and chatting, and occasionally getting into a fight. They just put him in the construction.
The scene was the same, but he still persisted as always?
"Required, practice for five days. During this process, you may be stopped at any time, or you may be deliberately interfered with.
But remember, you can only truly stop after hearing the word "no realm". If you stop practicing otherwise, it will be considered a failure!
The one who is undergoing the test, Hong Butian, do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Hong Butian nodded solemnly, it’s only five days, practice is fleeting!
…………
But at this time, in the underworld, Hong Butian's two younger siblings had different ideas.
"Oh my God!"
Hongli screams.
"Earth!"
The black sun wails.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Po Meng sighed helplessly. Was it her imagination? Why did she feel more tired after having two helpers?
"So what? What's the matter, you ask!"
Hei Yang widened his eyes and pointed at the non-existent watch on his wrist.
"Fifty minutes, we have been working for a full fifty minutes, and we still can't get a break. Isn't this squeezing our labor force?"
"Ah! I'm about to die~~"
Hongli's face was pale, and she looked like she had a poor face, a frail body, a weak kidney and a cold body, and she coughed twice.
"Ahem, I feel like my brain is roaring, my eyes are going black, the world is turning upside down, my steps are sluggish, my legs are weak, my waist is sore, my arms are hurting, and I can't even feel my hands anymore!
Ah, God! My hand! Where is my hand! Why can’t I feel it?
Hei Yang, please help me see where my hands have gone!"
"Damn it, I'm sorry Xiaoli, I can't do it anymore!"
Hei Yang covered his eyes in pain: "Just now, I was oppressed and blinded by the high-intensity labor pressure, and now I can no longer see your beauty clearly!"
"Oh! How could this happen!"
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoli, as long as we are still together..."
"From now on, I will be your eyes and you will be my hands!"
"Ah! I'm so touched! A friend in need is a friend indeed, Xiaoli, you are truly my angel!"
Po Meng: "..."
Hei Yang: "..."
Hongli: "..."
"That..."
Hongli asked tentatively: "Grandma Meng?"
"Just, after watching our performance, ahem, no, I mean, after watching our true feelings..."
Heiyang madly made it clear: "Don't you have any feelings?"
"..."
For a moment, Po Meng didn't know how to answer. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "What can you think?"
"Just..."
Hei Yang showed a funny expression: "You didn't think about letting us take a break!"
"What I mean..."
Hongli beeped softly and added: "Just let us rest for ten days and a half, preferably until we leave..."
"..."
Po Meng couldn't help but rolled her eyes and pointed at the dead souls on the Naihe Bridge outside the pavilion.
"I don't know if you can rest, but after watching your performance, this guy almost vomited out the Meng Po soup he just drank..."
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Heiyang, Hongli: "???"
"Hey!"
Po Meng suddenly turned her head to look at the deceased soul, pointed the spoon at him, and said with a murderous look on her face: "Don't spit it out, swallow it back, do you understand?!"
"Uh-huh, gulu-gulu, gah..."
The deceased soul pinched his neck in pain, his body was saying "No, I'm going to vomit", but his mind was telling him "If I vomit, I'm done"!
For a moment, I was in a dilemma, my soul was shaking, I gritted my teeth, swallowed hard, then bent over and squatted on the bridge and retched.
"One more bowl, I, I can't forget it..."
Hongli, Heiyang: "???"
"Hey! What the hell do you mean!"
Hei Yang looked unhappy and couldn't help shouting: "You are deliberately looking for trouble, aren't you! Even if you feel nauseated again after our performance... Bah, I mean, no matter how bad your intestines and stomach are, you will feel better after drinking the warm soup.
It should be fine!"
"That's right! Why can't you forget it after drinking a bowl? Who do you think you are? Are you the only one special?"
Hongli bared her teeth and said: "Grandma Meng, I think this guy must be a spy for the hostile forces. He is definitely not a good guy. I suggest a strict investigation. No... I suggest you just throw him into the Wangchuan River! Ouch!"
"Pang! Pang!" After two sounds, Meng Po looked at the two naughty children touching their heads with aggrieved looks on their faces, and took back the spoon speechlessly.
"He was choking, and the effect was just a little slower. The most profound memory was not completely erased for a while..."
Mrs. Meng rolled her eyes and continued to ladle soup and pass bowls: "Next one, the one outside speeds up, it just took a little time."
"What about us?"*2
"You two go and have a rest..."
"Wuhu! Long live grandma!"
"..."
Po Meng frowned and fell into deep thought.
"To put it this way, my 10,000th birthday passed a long time ago...
I remember, Lord Yama seemed to have given me a day off that day?"