When the stone bench rotated, the tree in the center of the top of the mountain suddenly fogged.

The entire tree vanished without a trace, turning into a thick fog.

In the thick fog, a small red gourd jumped out.

Everyone is no stranger to the little gourd, which has grown on that tree before.

The little gourd had a certain vitality, and flew towards the white old woman vividly.

The old lady was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

Syllable!

Like a high-five, the little gourd collided with the old lady's palm and flew away.

That scene was like two people coming to givemefive.

The smile on the white woman's face froze, feeling that she had been tricked, and it was not good to attack on the spot.

The little red gourd flew around and flew towards the black man again.

The black brother and the white woman reacted in the same way, and hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

There was another snap, and the little gourd collided with the other party's palm, turned his head and ran.

Immediately after, the red gourd flew towards the little Taoist priest again.

The little Taoist priest smiled and spread out his palms.

He was not in a hurry to reach out to take it, as if waiting for the little gourd to fly into the bowl.

Syllable!

The red gourd collided in the palm of the little Taoist priest, and flew away in the blink of an eye.

This situation has occurred three times in a row, which makes people feel that the gourd is playing an old game with everyone: you shoot one, I shoot one, and three teasing and jerking off......

The fourth target selected by the red gourd is Ye Wanying.

Inspired by the little Taoist, the little witch was not in a hurry to reach out and grab it, and spread her palms very calmly.

At the moment when the red gourd collided with her palm, the little witch shot like electricity, her fingers quickly retracted, and she grabbed the little gourd!

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, it turned out that the red gourd needed to be caught like this?

After a second, people went from a light in front of their eyes to a cold in their hearts.

I saw that the thing that the little witch grabbed was atomized like the tree.

Just imagine, what is the use of a person when he catches a cloud of fog?

In the end, the little witch's bamboo basket was empty, and she didn't get anything.

The atomized red gourd was condensed into an entity again in mid-air, with a rippling aura, as if to say: Come, come, come and catch me......

Everyone could only stare dryly, and there was nothing they could do.

The fifth target selected by the red gourd is Murong Shenyong.

As in the previous four times, the hoist flew away immediately after the collision.

The sixth target, Uncle Hua, is the same.

The seventh target, Su Yuyan, is still the same.

The eighth target day show did not get special treatment.

Until the ninth goal, there were variables.

The last person chosen by Red Gourd was Uncle Lin.

I saw that the gourd fell into Uncle Lin's hands, and he didn't jump anymore.

At the same time, Uncle Lin's whole person began to atomize.

The stone bench on which he sat also turned into a thick mist.

In an instant, Uncle Lin, the red gourd, and the stone bench disappeared without a trace at the same time.

Everyone was shocked and had to think about a few very real questions: Where was Limber taken? What did the red gourd do to him? Is the old man dead or alive now?

At this moment, the first thing flew out of the thick fog.

It was a glittering axe.

People are no strangers to this, and the axe used to grow on trees.

The axe was as naughty as the red gourd, colliding with the remaining eight people on the stone bench one by one, as if to rub out a spark of love.

Unlike the red gourd, the axe did not rub all the remaining eight people once, and after the friction between the white old woman and the little Taoist priest failed, it flew directly into the hands of the black man.

It only took three collisions, and it worked.

It was a sense of immediacy that had found a host, and the black man, like Uncle Lin, dissipated into a mist.

Next, the third treasure that appeared in the dense fog was the cyan Xiaoding.

This thing is different from the picky red gourd and axe, as soon as it came out, it selected the target and flew directly into Murong Shenyong's hands.

Seeing her sister-in-law disappear into a mist, Bai Tianxiu was secretly worried.

He didn't know where his sister-in-law had gone and what kind of test he was about to go through.

At present, the only thing that the teenager can be sure of is that the three people who disappeared should have gone to a place called "Ben in Ben".

On the bright side, the first three treasures have found the right person.

This gives people hope, and the remaining six people should have a share in the sights.

In fact, the fourth treasure chose the white old lady who wanted to wear it.

The fifth treasure was Su Yuyan.

The sixth treasure was chosen Uncle Hua.

The seventh treasure was chosen Ye Wanying.

Through the method of elimination, it is not difficult to conclude that the last two treasures on the tree are a wooden sword and a treasure sword.

The remaining two people present were Bai Shixiu and Xiao Taoist.

The answer is about to come out, the treasure that Bai Shixiu can get is either a knife or a sword.

The eighth treasure that flew out was the sheathed treasure knife.

The knife exuded a cheerful aura and rushed towards the little Taoist.

The moment the treasure knife fell into the hands of the little Taoist, Bai Baixiu felt a sharp edge.

The momentum of the little Taoist priest when he held the knife seemed to be able to open the mountains and break the sea.

This made Bai Baixiu feel a question mark in his heart; Isn't the little Taoist a person from the outside, so murderous?

As he wandered, the little Taoist priest dissipated into a mist.

Then, the ninth treasure flew out.

"It's not a chance to give me a choice."

Daytime Show laughed at himself.

Obviously, this is already the last treasure of the genetic treasure tree, and he has no choice.

Still, he was a little happy.

Because of the nine treasures on the tree, the most pleasing thing he looked at was the big sword.

There was no suspense, and the three-foot wooden sword without a scabbard fell into Bai Baixiu's hands.

The people's Xiu'er only felt that the sky was dark, and it was dark in front of them, appearing in a new world.

The new world in front of me is not somewhere else, it is still the top of the mountain.

It's just that there are no nine stone benches at the top of the mountain, no tree, and no one else.

Bai Shixiu held a wooden sword in his hand and stood alone on the top of the mountain.

He lowered his head and silently examined the wooden sword in his hand.

The sword has no blades, and its twin edges are flattened, more like a wooden ruler.

The sword has no pattern or text, no origin or name, and it is a nameless sword.

Bai Tianxiu studied for a long time, but he didn't feel the profound sword intent, nor did he find that there was a mysterious power hidden in the wooden sword.

He couldn't help but think about a very realistic question: what was he teleported to this seemingly independent copy space by the wooden sword?

There is no doubt that when he comes here, he will inevitably undergo some kind of test.

So the question is, what are the exam questions?

If you don't even know the exam questions, you can't talk about answering them.

After thinking about it, Bai Baixiu decided to practice the Guiyuan Sword Book to see if his sword technique could resonate with the Nameless Wooden Sword.

After just practicing a few moves, the young man showed a look of ecstasy.

When he used the wooden sword to perform an upgraded version of the eighty-one moves, he got a kind of sublimation.

That feeling was wonderful, one move and one style, several times smoother than when he practiced with the alloy sword before.

Soon, the daytime show was immersed in that silky feeling and forgot about himself.

When he used the eighty-first move, which was the last move of the first part of the Guiyuan Sword Codex, the nameless wooden sword in his hand vibrated violently, as if a sleeping thing in the wooden sword had awakened.