mtlumby2d Chapter 533: Climbing the Mountain
Chapter 533: Climbing the Mountain
Because they were distracted by Zhu Jiu's affairs, there was no large-scale fight between the red and blue sides.
They were even afraid of running into Zhu Jiu if they wandered around alone, so they simply crossed the sea in a group and no longer took a detour just to collect dandelions.
Three days have passed and the first level is over.
After stepping onto the shore, everyone was in a trance for a while. The scene in front of them had changed drastically. A mirror-like mountain appeared in the foggy front. It was so high that the top was invisible and the edges were invisible on both sides. People standing in front of it seemed to have turned into an insignificant speck of dust.
The plants, monsters and beasts on Jingshan Mountain are all made of mirrors. Their leaves, fur... sway in the breeze, and the mirror that makes up all of this seems extremely soft.
The entire Mirror Mountain reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, and it was colorful and radiant with a cold and contradictory vitality. It was extremely shocking, and everyone was so shocked by this strange scenery that they lost their breath.
Soon, a female cultivator who knew the goods exclaimed, "It's the Mirror Mountain that devoured me!"
The male cultivator next to him looked confused: "What?"
"Each of the eight major forces has at least one super-sacred weapon. They are either extremely lethal or have other uses. For example, the best of them, Canglan Realm, was created to screen and assess monks."
The male cultivator nodded repeatedly: "So this is also the purpose of Devouring My Mirror Mountain?"
"Yes, it is one of the treasures handed down from ancient times by Jueya. Its main purpose is to refine the mind. Jueya rarely uses it because it is very difficult to reach the top of the mountain and pass the level. I didn't expect that the second level would be this!"
The female cultivator looked extremely unhappy.
The ignorant male cultivator carefully looked at the beautiful and colorful Jingshan in front of him and felt that it was extremely harmless. "Is it really that difficult?"
Isn't refining the mind just about controlling oneself? It is almost a compulsory course for cultivators. After all, they have to face boring and long training day after day, and most of the time they cannot see their own progress and can only repeat themselves mechanically.
Female cultivator: "As long as you have seven emotions and six desires, as long as you are a human being, it will be difficult to take a step forward."
Don’t ever think that people who are lured into scams are ridiculous. It’s just that they haven’t encountered targeted scams.
The two people who were on the red team looked around and found that the original team around them had disappeared. They were the only ones left here. It seemed that all the people in the first level had been dispersed.
At this moment, everyone could see the Mirror Mountain clearly. Most of the people were familiar with it and were shocked and dignified. It was over. All the shameful things in their hearts could no longer be hidden.
……
Everyone started checking the points results for the first level.
At this time, the remaining number of the blue side was more than 30,000, and the remaining number of the red side was more than 200,000.
At this time, the red team's points are five times that of the blue team. Oh, this huge difference in numbers creates a big gap in points.
Even if the blue team tried their best to catch up, there was still a big gap.
Lan Fang let out a long sigh. The hope that had risen in his heart when he saw Cangjie taking action was shattered. The gap was too big. How could he catch up?
The red team is smiling so happily, it’s so funny. The key to a camp war is the difference in numbers.
Everyone checked the points of the person ranked first again. Zhu Jiu was still in first place. The message "No need to feel inferior if you lose to me" remained unchanged, but his points had reached more than 50,000, so it seemed that he had never been idle.
It was only after what happened to Zhu Jiu that they found out that those in the top 1,000 in the competition points ranking could choose to publish their points.
In the arena, Jian Er thought that he would rather lose the battle than the fight, and he also wanted to make a public announcement and leave a message to challenge Zhu Jiu, saying that justice would never succumb to evil forces, and asked her to clean her neck and wait.
Unfortunately, the spirit of the weapon said in an inhumane mechanical voice: "Leaving a message requires an additional fee. Do you want to pay?"
That person: “……?”
Are you crazy about wanting points?
But after feeling frustrated for a long time, thinking that I had a lot of points, I still asked, "How much?"
"One thousand points."
Jian Er's eyes widened. Is there something wrong with you? It's so expensive? Five golden dandelions, big sister?
Spirit: "Do you want to pay?"
Jian Er was a little hesitant, but when he thought about how Zhu Jiu, an evil cultivator, left a message without blinking an eye, he realized that he was the future successor of the Demon Hunting Guild, which had been fighting against demons for years. Wasn't he as courageous as her?
That won't work.
Jian Er not only wants to leave a message, he also wants to break the terrifying atmosphere created by Zhu Jiu and arrest her personally.
"Stay." Jian Er considered the high cost and decided to cherish the opportunity to say more, trying his best to express his contempt for Zhu Jiu.
The spirit of the weapon reminded: "Please repeat the message."
Jian Er pinched his Adam's apple and cleared his throat. He was so excited at the moment that he almost forgot that he was in a public place. He screamed "a~a~a~a~" a few times and adjusted his voice into the bubbling voice of a masculine god, which was both majestic and magnetic.
"How about it? Doesn't it feel oppressive to talk like this?"
The spirit of the weapon remained silent.
Jian Er didn't care about it. He felt good about himself, with a cold and arrogant look on his wild face. He cursed first: "Zhu Jiu is my grandma's stinky socks..."
Just as I was cursing here, I glanced and suddenly found that the points on the bracelet had suddenly decreased by 24,000!!!
"Where are my super points?" He was so frightened that he almost jumped up, slapping his bracelet and rubbing his eyes. Either the bracelet was malfunctioning or he was blind.
"Where are my fucking points???"
The spirit of the weapon replied coldly: "The message has been paid."
Jian and the other two were dumbfounded: "??? Didn't you say one thousand?"
The spirit of the weapon seemed to be in a sluggish state, and his tone of voice was uneven: "Oh, one thousand words."
Jian Er: “……?”
When he thought this was the limit of the explosion, even greater collapse was still to come.
The spirit of the weapon sounded: "The remaining points are 24,500, and the ranking is already below 1,000. It does not meet the conditions for leaving a message. Only the first part will be extracted and entered."
Jian Er: “……?”
His eyes were hard and he hadn't figured out what it meant yet, so he said, "The announcement was successful."
Then, everyone in the youth class heard the announcement:
"Current personal points ranking 20th: Red Sword 2, 48,520 points. (Insufficient points, expired)"
"Personal report message: a~a~a~a~ What do you think? Does it feel oppressive to talk like this? Zhu Jiu is my grandma."
Jian Er: “…………”
Everyone: "…………"
The entire Fengzhoudu and Arena Youth Class were silent, suffocated, dug their toes into the ground, and finally laughed their asses off.
Probably a century had passed. Jian Er turned his head expressionlessly and saw his own face on the corner of Jingshan Mountain. It was lifeless, as if he had been socially dead. Today was the seventh night of his return to the spirit.
He slowly opened his lips, revealing a smile that was even uglier than crying. The corners of his mouth drooped to the ground, and then he looked up to the sky and let out a roar that resounded through the sky.
"Spirit of the weapon!! I am so much better than you!!! I hate you!!"
The spirit of the weapon said in a straightforward voice: "Why?"
The 1.88-meter-tall muscular man hit the mirror wall with his hammer and burst into tears out of grievance.
"My wisdom and temperament are gone! My points are gone! My face is gone! If I don't surpass you, who should I surpass? You? Why don't you explain it clearly? Why???"
The spirit of the weapon calmly explained in a customer service voice: "Our spirit of the weapon is like this."
"..."
The spirit of the weapon continued, "This is the programming requirement. If you have any opinions, you can file a complaint now."
Jian Er's eyes were lifeless, with only crystal tears dripping down his handsome wheat-colored face. He choked and murmured, "It's already like this. I've lost all my face, and I have nothing left. Can appealing turn back time?"
The spirit of the weapon said firmly: "No."
Jian Er raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears.
The weapon spirit had never seen so many men, so it calmed him down without any emotion according to the program requirements: "According to human theory, everything has its pros and cons. Although you have lost a lot, you have also gained something."
Jian Er: “?”
The spirit of the weapon said firmly: "You will go down in history today."
Jian Er: “…………”
Yes, the dark history is long-lasting and will be brought up and laughed at in every ranking battle in the future.
Yes, it’s that big idiot named Jian Er from the Demon Hunting Guild.
Jian Er's body went limp and he leaned against the mirror wall. He felt hopeless and as if he had lost all his strength and means.
After a moment of silence, he said in a calm voice: "I want to appeal."
Qi Ling: "Okay, the appeal is being submitted."
"What do you want to appeal? Please say one for competitive balance, two for level failure, three for points details, four for equipment spirit retardation, five for other, and six for cancellation of appeal..."
"Four, four, four, four! Transfer me to manual labor quickly! I'm going to complain about you!" Jian Er frowned and interrupted the dead spirit's chatter.
"I'd like to see what kind of black-hearted idiot came up with this sales pitch to induce consumption!" There was a hidden hostility between Jian Er's eyebrows.
The spirit of the weapon was very efficient, "Connection successful."
Jian Er irritably pushed back a handful of hair from his forehead, sneered, and took the initiative to scold the human service over there: "Do you have a j flower? Do you have a j flower?"
"Yes." A soft voice sounded.
It’s Lou Yeyu.
Jian Er: “…………”
The people on the Fengzhou ferry who watched the whole process silently pinched their thighs to suffocate, tried to hold back their laughter, and stayed as quiet as chickens, doing toe aerobics.
The air was dead silent.
Jian Er maintained a motionless and stiff posture for a long time, his brain was shut down and his eyes didn't even blink.
Lou Yeyu asked with a smile: "What's wrong, nephew? Why are you asking this?"
Jian Er is considered Wen Chaoxi's disciple, so it is not wrong for Lou Yeyu to call him his nephew.
Jian Er's voice was hoarse, but he said respectfully and calmly, "It's okay, my nephew has one too. I keep it in the training room. It's like a fried egg, and it sounds really nice."
Everyone: "..."
Lou Yeyu nodded his chin, smiling, "That's true, but I just heard my nephew say he wants to 'surpass you', what does that mean?"
Jian Er clenched his fists tightly, his hair stood on end as his scalp numbed, his mind raced so fast that it flew out of the Nine Netherworld, and he tried hard to hold back his tears as he explained.
"Master, you heard me wrong. I was talking about the three elements of growing flowers - mud, grass, and flowers. Only when all three are complete can we have the most beautiful flowers. Of course, if there are butterflies, it will be even more beautiful."
"I see." Lou Yeyu seemed to be thinking about something, and praised: "My nephew has done a lot of research on J-flowers."
Jian Er: "I know a little bit, but it's not worth mentioning."
Lou Yeyu: "I am interested in what you said. When you come out, remember to show your flower to me. I want you to see how beautiful it is."
Jian Er: “…”
Lou Yeyu changed the subject: "But Junior Brother entered the appeal channel because he has questions about the points module that Junior Brother is responsible for?"
Jian Er gritted his teeth and uttered a weak sentence: "...No."
"If you abuse the appeal channel, you will be deducted 10,000 points."
Lou Yeyu's voice was always ghostly and gentle. She smiled faintly with her lips curled up until she noticed Wen Chaoxi was staring at her helplessly.
Wen Chaoxi sighed, raised his hand to pour a cup of tea for Lou Yeyu, and pushed it towards him.
So the desperate Jian Er suddenly heard the other party change his words smoothly: "But it's also the weapon spirit's fault for its vague language expression, which needs to be improved. This time, even if it is effective feedback, no points will be deducted."
"...Thank you, Sect Master."
"Well, remember to give me the j flower."
"..."