130 The brush of missing
As soon as the words fell, countless stars scattered in the sky, circled around the crowd several times, and scattered like fireworks.
Shi Lanxin stopped in front of a purple one, she stretched out her hand to take it, and a faint line appeared on the star, she looked over, and the other end of the line was a cold-faced man, looking like a team in the human world.
At this time, there are only fifty-one of the 123 teams left, and this year, not only are the two major teams still strong, but also many dark horses have emerged. For example, in previous years, the strength of the Lonely Lan Sea Realm was average, and this time there was a Xuan Ying team, and the leader of the team was a very ruthless guy, and a red demon sword killed people without mercy. And the silverfish and the Olympics, they all qualified. But fortunately, there is one less person in the whitebait, and it must not be able to go far, so there should be no hope.
It's a pity that God seems to be joking with them on purpose, and the only bye actually fell into the hands of Lan Gu. She didn't care about everyone's thoughts at all, laughed proudly, stretched out her hand and pointed at Shi Lanxin and the others, turned around and walked towards the third round of the competition venue domineeringly.
Shi Lanxin stomped her feet vigorously, her face full of unwillingness, "It's really cheap for her, such a good opportunity ......"
Yuan Yang yawned indifferently, and sat down casually twice on the spot, some of the three rounds were played, she better replenish her strength first.
Shi Lanxin saw that several people in the team sat down, but she didn't dare to relax at all. The way of the reincarnation test is different every time, but in essence, it is a comparison of the grasp of spiritual power, actual combat and team cooperation. Anyway, it's not her who is called in the first group now, so let's learn from others first and decide the strategy of waiting.
These three games are two wins that everyone thinks are fair, which are single, three, and five. This format is intended to cover as many people as possible, so that even those who are not good at fighting alone can show their usefulness.
"In the first game, I think let Lao Du Shang, his foundation is the most solid. ”
Shi Lanxin watched a few scenes, and whispered to a few people below: "This painting of clouds, which looks simple, is actually very good at testing the basic skills of a spiritual master. Standing in a limited position, it is difficult to mobilize wind spirits to move on the clouds. If you look at the previous team, they basically just hastily made the outline, and to draw the details, the spirit master who played must have a steady dantian and a long breath, and our five Li Lao Du is the most suitable. ”
"But if Brother Du goes, he won't be able to play in the second game, and the rest of us are not the best match. ”
Abi fought a few times with a few people, and after all, a collective dared to say a few words.
Shi Lanxin didn't know that the trio had a small confrontation field and a short time, and Yuan Yang and Ah Bi did not play a big role, and the remaining three of them were actually perfectly matched. She looked at Ah Bi and Yuan Yang with some embarrassment, a person whose body would fall as soon as the wind blew, and a person who had only been a few months old in spiritual cultivation, it was not suitable to look at it.
"Forget it, it's good for Sister Yuanyang to make up for it in the second game. ”
After saying that, her face was a little hot, and she quietly glanced at Yuan Yang, and saw that she didn't react to this new title, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
Lao Du also felt that this arrangement was the best, he had received strict cultivation in the Sea Academy, and he was not a problem to mobilize the basic skills of the spiritual element. He got up and was about to make some preparations, when Yuan Yang stopped him with a pair of small short legs.
"Lao Du, give me this opportunity. ”
Everyone looked at her in amazement, wondering what her reason was. She looked at Nunu in the distance, "They are all masters, our only advantage is in cooperation, Lao Du, the three of you have offense, control and defense, and the five-person bureau can also play these advantages of ours, which is the bureau to be protected." Abi is not in good health, so I will naturally come to the first game. ”
Everyone is silent, that's right, although I haven't heard the story of Tian Ji's horse racing, but they are all smart people, and after a little turn, they know that the single game is what they are not good at, and there is really no need to force it.
When it was their team's turn, halfway through the game, Yuan Yang stretched his waist and slowly walked to the demarcated range.
There is no referee in this competition, or the referee doesn't know where to stare at you, and the man opposite arches his hand somewhat casually, his eyes full of disdain.
"Ding!"
A long chime sounded crisply, but Yuan Yang suddenly remembered the matter of Yongle Island. Now that I think about it, many things seem to have traces to follow in the past, didn't the bet of the Feiling Tournament just make her learn the psychic wind element? Her originally lazy eyes unconsciously glanced around, and met Qianchen sitting cross-legged on the top of the farthest mountain.
Yuan Yang blinked, as if she had been hooked by something, she withdrew her gaze and spread her arms, and slowly twisted her ten fingers on both sides, gathering the wind elements like a piano, and then let go little by little and swirled towards the sky.
Her opponent had already done that, and was now sweating profusely controlling the invisible brush of the wind, smearing it across the sky with one stroke.
Yuan Yang's mind is a little empty, painting is no stranger to her, this craft that has accompanied her for more than 30 years, even if she has not touched it for many years, it is still quite familiar.
Her fingers moved gently in the air, as if her fingertips were soft canvases, and memories of the past came to mind, and suddenly the mountains became a little unreal.
Is she really alive? In a different way, but the dearest and most beloved mother in the world will never come back.
Yuan Yang was fascinated by the painting, but the people around her became more and more silent, her brushstrokes were very thin, compared to many people before, she seemed to be holding a real pen, while others were almost waving with a broom.
Extracting the spirit elements from the natural world requires great control, and playing these elements so delicately and steadily, they may not be able to do better than Yuan Yang.
Shi Lanxin thought that before she was captured by Lan Gu, she met Yuan Yang on the deck of the night boat, and she was actually cultivating while lying on the side of the boat at that time.
Maybe there is a genius in this world, but she prefers to believe that the life of a genius will never succeed without sweat. Just like Yuan Yang, it is definitely not an accident that he has gone from a person who knows nothing about spirit masters to the point where he is now.
The male spirit master on the opposite side finally didn't have the strength to drive the wind spirit anymore, and he was panting and half-kneeling on the ground panting. He glanced at his own work, and then at Yuanyang's, and breathed a sigh of relief.
When the chime sounded, Yuan Yang also withdrew his hand. Her expression was a little confused, but her breathing was calm and unspeakable, and she didn't show any difficulty at all. Everyone looked at the cloud, there were many lines in the convex and concave, straight and cold rectangular small grids, it seemed that the doors and windows were not very similar, and there was no artistic conception of the same pattern at all, and they didn't know what she was doing with so much effort just now.
Sure enough, after a while, the result came from the air, and this time the other party won.