On the edge of the muddy ground, all the students felt a chill.

In the strange world, everything seems to be logical, but there is no logic.

Master Gao pointed to the trap-like muddy ground and opened his mouth to call it the school. Not only did he call it that, but he also walked into the mire with his hands behind his back.

The wet mud didn't sink him in, and the moment the soles of his feet touched the mud, they instantly mutated and grew countless scattered tentacles!

The dense tentacles pierced through his black mille-feuille shoes and weaved into two futon-like discs, holding his diminutive body firmly on the wet mud, so that not only did he not fall, but he remained on the ground above the mud.

He walked briskly to the center of the quagmire, then turned to face the gray-haired students.

He first pointed to Zhang You and said, "Zhang You, you don't enter the hall first, go, copy the poem a hundred times and then come back!" ”

Zhang You's body shook slightly, and he suddenly raised his somewhat bent back, and he didn't know whether to be surprised or happy for a while.

Copying poems a hundred times is naturally not a good choice. After all, all his skills are now sealed, the storage bag and the talisman he carries with him cannot be opened, and he has neither pen and ink nor paper inkstone in his hand.

And looking at Master Gao's appearance, it doesn't look like he will prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for him.

The weirdness in the strange realm, is it really when he has mercy?

Zhang You knows that he is in a desperate situation, but everything is afraid of comparison.

Compared with the desperate situation of copying poems without paper and pen and the desperate situation in the muddy land in front of them, it seems much milder.

After all, when it comes to copying poems, Master Gao didn't say anything about the time limit, but the quagmire in front of him is clearly a huge trap!

All the monks present, if their skills have not been lost, then no one present will be afraid of this quagmire. But the current situation is that everyone has lost all their skills, except for their own thinking, the whole person is no different from ordinary mortals-

No, they are even weaker than most mortals.

This tooth shakes and falls, gray hair, can you expect such a body to do anything?

In comparison, Song Ciwan seems to be the youngest in this group of people.

Among them, there is another strange thing that Song Ciwan didn't understand.

I think that at the beginning, when she fell into the strange situation of Fugui Village, because of the loss of her skills, her face changing technique of fetal transformation and transformation failed at the beginning.

Before entering the strange realm of Fugui Village, she was wearing the face of a strange yellow-faced young man, but after entering the strange realm of Fugui Village, she turned back into "Song Ciwan" herself!

Now this strange Taoyuan Strange Realm has the same suppressive effect on the power of the living, and Song Ciwan's true qi is indeed suppressed to the point that it is completely impossible to mobilize, but her fetal transformation and transformation technique can still be maintained!

The fetal transformation has not been lifted, so "Xin is still Xin Fu", and it has not become "Song Ci Wan".

It's weird, isn't it?

Is it because Song Ci's cultivation is so high that the suppression of her by the Trick Realm is not comprehensive enough, so she misses the fetal transformation and changes? Or is this trick too "smart", so smart that it even has the ability to screen, so it missed her fetal transformation?

In a word...... It can't be said that the level of this realm is lower than that of the original Fugui Village, right?

I also know that this is impossible.

Compared with the peachy paradise in front of you, Fugui Village may not be comparable at all!

Song Ciwan had all kinds of thoughts in his heart, all of which were based on the transformation of the fetus and the transformation of shape, trying to find the loopholes in this strange realm.

At the same time, she did not forget to deal with the predicament in front of her.

Crossing the mud, or even stepping on the mud to attend classes, is too difficult for today's monks.

Song Ciwan only counted out three ancestral dragon coins and handed them to Xie Yunxiang, and said to him: "Senior Brother Xie, the master ordered me to wait for me to go back to the school to attend classes, but we were too rough to prepare even a futon. Senior brother, you might as well take the money to the village to buy a few futons and come back......"

She asked Xie Yunxiang to buy a futon, the futon area is flat enough, maybe it can carry everyone to step into the mud safely.

But before Song Ciwan's words were finished, Master Gao, who was in the mud in front of him, suddenly stared, and his eyeballs rolled out of his sockets!

Yes, this time Master Gao's eyeballs really rolled out of his sockets.

He interrupted Song Ciwan's words with a scream: "Xin Fu, you still have money!" Do you still have money? ”

While screaming, he scrambled to catch a rolling eyeball.

He hurriedly stuffed the tumbling eyeball back into his socket, but the other eyeball slipped out of his finger and finally fell straight into the mud below!

Boom, there seems to be an unknown number of bottomless small mouths in the mud.

As soon as Master Gao's eyeballs fell, they were directly wrapped in countless wet mud, and then quickly fell.

In the blink of an eye, in an instant, or even in the event of life and death, Master Gao's eye fell into the bottomless pit of the mud and was never seen again.

Master Gao screamed as he looked up to the sky, and countless tentacles sprouted from his eye sockets, which rolled and lifted him out of the mire in an instant.

Brush!

Master Gao seemed to teleport to Song Ciwan.

His only remaining eyeball stared at Song Ciwan and asked, "Do you still have money?" Do you still have money? How much money do you have? Yes! You say, you make it clear, how much money do you have! ”

The poignant sound was faint, and it seemed to reverberate in the vast muddy ground with an echo.

An indescribable sense of oppression made everyone present nervous and their scalps tingle.

Song Ciwan caressed her heart and calmed her heartbeat, and she said slowly: "Back to the master's words, the student still has some money." ”

A few?

How much are some?

In fact, Song Ciwan really had a lot of ancestral dragons in his hands.

Through the scales, she sold the Yuan Shou Beads, and one Yuan Shou Zhu could be sold for ten ancestral dragon coins.

At the beginning, Song Ciwan sold three Yuan Shou Beads, and later she killed many monks who pushed the door out of the Phantom City. Most of the bodies of these monks were taken away by her, and there were more or less Yuan Shou Zhu on these people.

Taking at least twenty-one pieces per person as an example, Song Ciwan collected the corpse, and finally accumulated more than 200 Yuan Shou Beads in the scales!

These Yuan Shou Beads entered the scales, and it was impossible to take them out except for offsetting, and Song Ciwan had sold two handfuls one after another, a total of twenty-four, which was two hundred and forty ancestral dragon coins.

Therefore, there is actually no lack of ancestral dragon coinage on her.

In addition, she has six more opportunities to sell today, and if she needs to, she can sell a few more Yuanshou beads, which is not a problem.

The problem at this moment is that Song Ciwan found that Zu Long's coinage in this Taoyuan Strange Realm looks very valuable.

So, how to use these coins is a university question.