Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Qin, chess and painting, which one do you choose?" Wu Meng stood there, looking at the last person, and said.

In fact, the candidate had already been decided when Chen Mo appeared in front of him.

After all, the above has already said hello, and the so-called final test is just a formality to stop the mouths of those immortals.

Regardless of whether it is Wangshen Palace or Strange Beast Academy, although its status is slightly inferior to that of Liubu, it is not something that can be offended casually.

"Qin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last person in the six departments smiled indifferently, nodded slightly to Chen Mo, and said: "I am Diao Ying, please give me some advice."

"Greetings to Senior Diao, please don't take this advice seriously!"

Chen Mo was a little uneasy, after all, he didn't even know how to compare.

Zhongzhou's stuff is a bit unexpected no matter how you look at it.

"Let's get started."

Wu Meng gave the order and Diao Ying took out a guqin from the storage space and placed it flat on the stand.

As her fingers moved, the tune became exciting.

Waves of sound waves spread outward, and Chen Mo felt as if he was on the top of a mountain, looking down at the world. Looking carefully, the guqin in the other person's hand was something extraordinary at first glance.

However, whether it is the sound of the piano or the guqin, I always feel that something is missing.

If I really want to say it, I can probably only use "spirituality" to describe it.

"You haven't started yet?" Wu Meng frowned and reminded when he saw Chen Mo was still moving.

Compared with "Qin", the comparison is that two people play at the same time, who is not affected and who conveys the emotion more completely.

It is similar to chess, but the former is a single-handed battle, while the latter is a melee in a scattered sand.

After being reminded, Chen Mo also took out the guqin. When Wu Meng saw the guqin, he couldn't help but say "Hey", and when he started to play "Jingxin Qin Jue", the transformed god The official in charge showed an expression of surprise.

On the other side, Diao Ying was originally ready to break the string and admit defeat at any time, but Chen Mo's piano skills and sound far exceeded her expectations. Such a passion for the piano would never have been possible in decades!

As the listener's restless heart began to calm down, Diao Ying raised the corner of her mouth and moved her fingers faster.

In an instant, the high mountains turned into soldiers on the battlefield.

If Chen Mo wants to be quiet, let him fight!

At this time, Wu Meng no longer intervened. If the opponent's level was average, Diao Ying would definitely admit defeat. But now, this monk from Pingduzhou was actually quite accomplished in music. Even he wanted to see how good he was. A few pounds.

As for the winner of the previous game, Cen Yun?

He had a vague feeling. If the other party won, wouldn't he have to compete with the other party again?

What I thought was a sure thing turned out to have a few more variables.

As the two began to confront each other, the ancient temple was already in chaos.

At this time, Chen Mo also realized that it was almost impossible to defeat the opponent with just the most basic spells.

The Jingxin Qin Jue is like this, and the Fantasy Desire Qin Jue is probably the same.

Almost instantly, Chen Mo decided to use his talent [Reproduction]! As for the impact on other monks, that was beyond his consideration.

Seeing that the challenger's music was gradually suppressed, Cen Yun's anxious heart also relaxed.

However, suddenly the other party's tune changed.

The next moment, the melancholy sound from the depths of the soul began to float out.

At first, Diao Ying, Wu Meng and others did not realize the problem, but when they started to feel restless, they finally realized that something was wrong!

Diao Ying suppressed the heat wave in her body and continued to play; and Wu Dianli, who was in the state of transformation into a god, was actually affected by the sound of the piano at this moment, and had the urge to change everything.

Not only that, several other Tianlong monks were directly affected.

Irresistible and irresolvable.

This is like their instinct, coming from the primitive and the heart.

"Crack!"

Diao Ying's strings broke in response, and she slowly stood up, with a complicated expression on her face as she said, "You win."

"Won?"

Chen Mo stopped playing the piano.

It was obvious that the Fantasy Qin Jue had just begun, and there was no winner at all.

But Diao Ying thought otherwise.

She couldn't let Mr. Dianli be affected in any way. She was going to lose anyway, so why not go with the flow, which would also make Mr. Wu Dianli fall in favor a little bit.

"The zither skills I heard you play don't seem to be very profound."

At this time, Wu Meng also became interested.

Chief Fan just told him that this monk from Pingduzhou was on the path of spiritual cultivation and had awakened the magical power of [increasing production], so this series of arrangements was made.

If it were someone else to be a general, although he could get 50% to 60% of the resources, if it were him, he could get five times the resources!

How could Master Fan miss such a good thing?

After all, among the six generals in Yizhou, the Tianlong tribe was only allocated one position.

It is precisely because of this that Wu Meng had this third test of "Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting". With his strength, he could tell at a glance which of the final four were stronger and which was weaker, so he asked the Tianlong monks to eliminate Yan Xiaoxiao and Another person.

The purpose of leaving Cen Yun alone was to make the internal decision more invisible.

But now it seems that letting Cen Yun win seems to be a wrong decision!

"This is a piano technique I acquired in my early years, but it's a bit cruder."

The Fantasy Qin Jue comes from the Nianyu Sect. Although the family has a great business in Pingduzhou, it is not enough in Zhongzhou.

"You are quite capable of performing ordinary zither techniques with the feeling of mysterious magic." Wu Meng praised.

"If there is a chance, we can have an in-depth exchange."

Diao Ying had a faint smile on her face.

A soulmate meets a friend in the mountains and rivers.

It's rare to find someone who can play the piano so well, and even fewer people of the opposite sex!

Although the erotic music seemed a little unpresentable to her, the primitive impulse made her unable to stop.

"Thank you for your recognition, senior!" Chen Mo clasped his hands and returned the greeting.

Wu Meng nodded: "Since both of you have won, let's have another match."

Cen Yun stepped forward and came to Chen Mo's side.

The two of them waited quietly without saying a word.

"Since you want to compete, let's compete in magic."

This is the simplest and fastest way, and of course the most convincing.

Who is stronger?

The truth will be revealed in action.

"May I ask the clerk, how do we compete?"

"Except for the puppets, there are no other restrictions."

After speaking, Wu Meng walked towards the gate of the ancient temple, and the others followed and made way for an open space.

Now that it has come to the last step, Cen Yun naturally cannot slack off.

The fewer restrictions there are in the battle, the more room a cultivator can play!

"Let's get started!"

As soon as the words fell, Cen Yun took the lead. He stepped on the seven stars, pinched his fingers, and a thunderbolt instantly fell from the sky.

The power of the attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator is almost enough to destroy the world! (End of this chapter)