"Yinfeng, you guy, what do you want to do?" Yang Hui saw this guy, but did not directly expose their conspiracy, so he said this deliberately.
"Haha, what are you doing? You'll know when the time comes." Yinfeng said. At this time, he didn't want to break up with Yang Hui.
"Why, aren't you afraid that I will steal the scroll in your hand?" Yang Hui asked deliberately.
"A defensive monk, even if he wants to grab me, can he still catch up with me?" After Yinfeng finished speaking, he disappeared from Yang Hui's side in a few flashes.
Yang Hui didn't chase him either, who knew if this was a trap for him.
His mission now is to quickly collect two sets of scrolls and then stop their plan.
What Yinfeng lacked was the heaven-level scroll in Yang Hui's hand, but Yinfeng didn't want to have a head-on conflict with Yang Hui. First, he didn't know what the properties of the scroll in Yang Hui's hand were, and second, he
I don’t want Yang Hui to be on guard in advance.
It's strange to say. I don't know why, Yang Hui quickly collected other scrolls, except for the scrolls without spiritual level, not a single one.
Yang Hui was puzzled. It stands to reason that with so many monks passing by him, he should have discovered the scroll he needed long ago. Why has it been so long now that not one of them has been discovered.
"Friends from the audience, there are already some high-level seed players, or players in team battles, who have collected three different scrolls. However, in order to deliberately increase the difficulty, our Wan Teng Sect decided to kill
If there are less than ten people, then it is impossible for the monks in the competition to collect a set of scrolls. The three scrolls on the body will have a kind of effect. That is, the scrolls will form a strange pupil power, which will affect the detection of the monks.
Let the monk mistakenly think that it is a scroll that he already possesses. If the monk treats other people
If you launch an attack, the scroll the monk wants to snatch will remain in that form. This is something we specially added in this selection. And we did not tell anyone in advance. If you do not attack other monks, but simply use the detection method to detect various
The different pupil powers between the scrolls, or those who are just looking for scrolls with different pupil powers everywhere, I am afraid they will suffer a loss this time." The host said, and the two situations he mentioned happened to correspond to Yanghui and Yinfeng.
So this is the reason why they couldn't find the scroll they wanted for a long time.
But they themselves didn't know this kind of thing, but they felt that they had been having bad luck, so they didn't give up the search for the scroll.
After a long time, Yang Hui finally realized something was wrong. If he said he was unlucky, forget it, but just now, he had been searching on the treetops for a long time.
The soul power detection has detected hundreds of monks, but there is no scroll of the kind he wants. This is enough to explain the problem. I have met hundreds of monks, and some people even have two or even
Three scrolls.
Yang Hui roughly calculated that he had sensed seven or eight hundred scrolls during this period. However, he didn't even find one he needed. There was a 1/4 chance that he didn't even touch one.
According to probability, out of eight hundred scrolls, you need at least two hundred, right? Even if you are unlucky, you should have twenty. If you don't have twenty, two will be fine.
However, none of the seven or eight hundred scrolls was needed by Yang Hui.
It shows that there must be some mysterious rules set by the people of Wan Teng Sect.
Why doesn't Yang Hui suspect that ordinary people are responsible? Because even if one or two people can change the breath of their own scroll, most people can't. Moreover, this is a scroll distributed by Wan Teng Sect, even if someone can change it,
That is definitely a disciple of Wan Teng Sect.
As for Yang Hui's perception, those who were not practitioners of the Wan Teng Sect accounted for a large part.
Therefore, it is difficult for these people to change the pupil power on those scrolls. The only explanation is that the Wan Teng Sect secretly set some rules there.
As a result, Yang Hui stopped his behavior and began to return to the place where he was before. That is, the place where he first entered this spiritual formation space.
It seems like autumn in the space of this spiritual formation.
After the autumn rain, the air seems very moist.
Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dew. The sky emits a soft glow, clear and ethereal, making people want to hear the singing of a skylark flying high, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a piece of white sail. The setting sun is time
Its wings spread out brilliantly for a moment when it flew away.
Fallen leaves float to the underworld and return to silence. No power can restore a fallen leaf and make it return to the branch, as bright and green as before. This is a kind of passage, a natural process. It will eventually penetrate deep into the soil and turn into fertilizer.
, nourishing another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.
Looking at the withered yellow leaves, I seemed to understand something. In this fleeting time, I suddenly realized how much time I wasted. Until now, I just woke up from a dream. After so many years of walking in a daze, what is my pursuit?
What? Laughing at myself for being so stupid. For so many years, I have asked the sky what I am pursuing, but no answer has come from heaven. Laughing at myself for being so stupid, for so many years.
, for a dream, persistent pursuit, suddenly looking back, nothing has been achieved. It is also full of laughter and sighs, speechless to express my sorrow. For a perfect ending, I have gone through ups and downs for so many years. Looking back on the past, the memory has long been
Blurred, everything is just like the falling maple leaves. Open the window of your heart again and walk through that long road, which is already far away from us.
The autumn rain is falling and falling. It is like silk, like silk, like mist, like smoke. It falls on the face and flows into the mouth, sweet and sweet, like rice wine, like honey, making people feel like drunkenness, like a dream, like crazy,
Like drunk.
No matter how strong or weak it is, it's just a matter of thought.
No matter how strong or weak, so what?
Yang Hui became enlightened. In this spiritual formation space and the fallen leaves in this place, he understood the purpose of embarking on this path.
After a hundred years of hustle and bustle, in the end it is just ashes returning to dust and dust returning to dust. I just want to leave whatever mark I can in my short life.
In fact, feeling confused about your future is a very boring behavior. This behavior will only make you more confused, and will not have any beneficial effects.
I am only sixteen years old. Even if I round up according to Wan Teng Sect's algorithm, I am only seventeen years old.
A seventeen-year-old has a long life, so there is no need to agonize over such boring things.
Inner demon? Oh, I, Yang Hui, don’t have such a thing.