Yuan Qingli didn't catch it directly.

Instead, draw a circle with both hands and follow the direction in which the colored ball falls.

Pulling and dragging the pad, playing the momentum of Tai Chi, and finally raising again.

The whole action is done in one go, and it is natural.

Achieve the unity of heaven and man, and the natural realm of non-action.

A group of clowns looked straight at it.

Bang bang bang. Thunderous applause.

"Qualified?" Yuan Qingli felt that her abdomen was about to move again, and she gritted her teeth and asked.

"Yes, yes, the lady's performance is really amazing, and there is a feeling of lingering sound for three days, which makes people not know the taste of meat in March, which is wonderful."

Yuan Qingli was blown stunned.

This clown's rainbow fart is really cultured.

The first level should be over.

"Congratulations to our lady for successfully passing the first test."

"Let's start our second level - the blind flying sword!"

The two clowns are once again intimately displayed.

One stood by the wall with a red cloth and blindfolded it with a red cloth.

The other stood five meters away, also blindfolded, holding 11 flying swords and began to throw.

The flying sword is not short, it looks 20 centimeters long.

"Brush, brush, brush—"

The clown is very fast, holding a sword in his left hand and swinging it out with his right hand, Li Xunhuan is not as handsome as him.

I heard a few howling through the air.

Sincere.

The sword goes into the wood.

Eleven swords, living and then sending the same to, the same sound.

This ingenuity is really the pinnacle.

Yuan Qingli turned to look at the standing clown, and cold sweat flowed down like a waterfall again.

Coupled with the pain in her abdomen, her face became paler.

I saw eleven flying swords, and the swords and swords all hit the vital point, and the clown on the red cloth had already died.

The sword came out of his body and pinned him firmly to the wall, and the blood ran down the wound to color the red cloth, which became even more dark red.

My stomach hurts even more.

Yuan Qingli looked at the clown beside him and asked, "Are you looking for a target to nail him to the wall like this?" ”

"Sorry, this is a failed demonstration. You need to find a teammate and let him throw you with a flying sword. ”

"If you succeed, you can move on to the next level, and if you fail, you have to eat."

If you fail, you still have a chance to eat?

Yuan Qingli squeezed out a smile, and her curiosity continued: "What about teammates? ”

"It's all in this hall."

The green clown waved his big hand and was very generous.

The choice is yours.

Yuan Qingli: "......"

Thank you. I'm still young, and I don't want to go to Mr. Marx so early to talk about his ideals in life.

Looking at the clowns in the hall, Yuan Qingli was silent.

When she was silent, she called Mu Yingshan's name in her heart.

[The item "Sword Immortal" cannot be used.]

Cooldown countdown: 5:40:10......]

There is no way to find a familiar teammate to help, so you can only find another way.

Yuan Qingli gathered his thoughts.

The gaze wanders through the crowd and finally falls on one person.

"I choose him."

……

Time goes back fifteen minutes ago.

Lu Xingyun sat on a bench in the troupe, watching the circus performance.

For the tiger jumping the fire ring, the elephant stepping on the balloon, the monkey upside down the golden hook these shows.

Lu Xingyun was already surprised.

What's more, I have personally experienced the passion of jumping the fire ring.

To be honest, it looks like he just wants to sleep.

Turning to look at Bo Zijin, the boss watched it with relish.

"You say, why didn't Yuan Qingli come to the show?" Lu Xingyun leaned over and asked.

Bo Zijin, who heard the name, frowned invisibly, and coldly threw out a sentence: "I don't know." ”

is about to come to the last show, maybe the previous performance was too boring, and there were many NPCs who left early.

After a few NPCs left, everyone faintly heard the sound of thunder at the door.

Explode a silvery white light.

Thinking of what the host said before the performance began, everyone silently put their butts back on their chairs.

The show began.

It was Lu Xingyun who they had seen today, a trapeze.

Several trapeze people were tossed around in the air, hanging and moving.

Thrilling.

"Eh, it has to be the finale, it's much more exciting than before. It's a pity for those who quit early. ”

"No, I left the scene early and was killed by thunder. Not worth it, not worth it! ”

Voices were coming from all directions, but it was hard to tell who was speaking.

Lu Xingyun turned to the side slightly, staring at the code in his hand and groaning.

"The second rule says that there will be no new projects, but you said that trapeze is not on the list."

Bo Zijin's brows furrowed.