Urban Game System

Sixth block...

The seventh piece...

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In just over half an hour, Chen Hui came to the last stone step, and he was currently sucking in the true energy in the stone step.

In the magical homeland, the true qi mist in the true qi fairy valley is already very dense. If there are people who cultivate the truth here, the effect will be multiplied!

As the true energy in the last stone step was absorbed by Chen Hui, he finally completed the initial training, and came to the mountain stone cave on his own stone step.

At this moment, in front of the rest of the rocky gates, except for Murong Yan who passed through, the other five people are still meditating cross-legged, everyone's foreheads are dripping with sweat, and their veins are swollen.

Chen Hui walked to the cave of Shanshimen, where there was a futon made of pampas grass, so he also sat on it.

As soon as I sat down, I saw a pattern on the ground in front of the futon. It was a Yusuzu deer chrysanthemum, a very precious food material, and its food habit is mainly to increase the power of various spells.

"Write down the pattern of this ingredient, and carve it in the groove in front of the doorway before you can pass through."

Just when Chen Hui was still thinking about why a food pattern appeared, an old voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Chen Hui was slightly stunned, and waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the second sentence, and suddenly felt a little unbelievable.

"It's that simple?"

Although a pattern like this is somewhat complicated, it is actually not difficult for Chen Hui to draw it after taking a look at it.

For a cultivator, it is not difficult, so Chen Hui was even more puzzled, it must not be that simple, otherwise the other five holy people would not be sweating profusely, and that day's proud daughter Murong Yan It will not take so long with the help of the secret method.

Chen Hui looked left and right, stared at the many chrysanthemums in front of him for a long time, and finally realized... Isn't it just a chrysanthemum~

"Let's try it first!"

Chen Hui got up and immediately walked towards the mountain stone gate in front.

However, the moment his back feet left the futon, his eyes went dark, his head buzzed, and then he couldn't think of the chrysanthemums just now, but he couldn't remember at all. It's just a small section of the chrysanthemum petal in the upper left corner, nothing more.

"So that's how it is..."

Chen Hui looked back at the futon, and found that there was nothing on the ground in front of the futon. It seemed that only when people sat on it would there be patterns.

"This is tantamount to a test of spiritual power, and for those cultivators, it is a test of the level of divine sense." Chen Hui immediately understood what the test of this mountain stone gate was.

If it is a person with a strong spiritual sense, he will remember more of the pattern every time. If it is a person with a weak spiritual sense, then if it is also the pattern of this chrysanthemum, Chen Hui can be sure that it is almost impossible to remember it completely.

Chen Hui walked to the groove at the Shanshimen Cave, carved the corner of the only chrysanthemum he remembered, and then walked back to the futon and sat down again.

The pattern of Xiling deer and chrysanthemum appeared again. Chen Hui remembered for a moment and was about to get up. Suddenly, he had an idea, looked suspiciously at the other people, then tore off a piece of broken steps from his body, spread it in front of him, and then... started to draw ~

Outside of the holy mountain, those above the elder level, anyone who can clearly see what Chen Hui is doing is astonished that he can still do this~
"My good disciple is really smart!" Murong Chun laughed with Elder Baibeard with a smug look on his face when he saw this scene.

"That's natural. Otherwise, would I be willing to let my Rou'er stay with him forever?" Elder Baibeard is also very stinky. Chen Hui is not only talented, but also has a very high IQ, which makes him very concerned about Murong Rou'er in the future. happy life is more assured.

"Shameless! This is cheating!" The Eighth Elder immediately yelled, and he was extremely panicked. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had a faint feeling that Chen Hui's method might indeed pass!

The second elder also had a solemn expression, he felt that Chen Hui was really a strong opponent for Murong Yan.

Only the Great Elder looked calm, and just glanced at Chen Hui indifferently, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and then continued to look at the mountaintop platform surrounded by clouds and mist.

"Draw it!"

Chen Hui held up the canvas in his hands, feeling very proud, so he held the canvas tightly in his hands, and immediately got up and went.

The moment he left the futon, the dizziness came again, and the impression of the chrysanthemum in Chen Hui's mind was only another small corner.

But Chen Hui didn't worry about it this time. He walked up to the stone gate and opened the canvas in his hand confidently~

"puff!"

With one mouthful, Chen Hui almost couldn't hold back his breath. He had a strange expression on his face, staring at the canvas in his hand in a daze~
Nima~ The painting is actually... a pig's head?
"Damn it, I clearly drew the shape of a chrysanthemum, why did it turn into a pig's head?" Chen Hui suddenly became hysterical, and vaguely felt the deep malice from the holy mountain ~ he cursed in his heart that the person who set up this level is really It's too cunning, so you can guard against it~
So, Chen Hui simply walked back to the futon and sat down, staring at the many chrysanthemums in a daze.

This move of his immediately changed the expressions of Murong Chun and Elder Baibeard. They couldn't see the pig's head on the canvas clearly, but they could realize that Chen Hui's method might have failed.

However, the elders of the other branches were all in a good mood, laughing loudly, and all looked at the ninth branch with sarcasm. The sense of joy is self-evident!

Those branch disciples couldn't see the canvas in Chen Hui's hands, and didn't understand what the elders were laughing at, but in order to please the elders, they also laughed like fools, as if they had really hit the point of laughter.

Chen Hui thought about it for a while, but felt that there was no solution. Just as he was about to forcibly waste his mental energy bit by bit to remember like everyone else, another idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

He stuffed the entire canvas into his hand, and with a thought, the canvas was completely absorbed into the magical space.

Afterwards, Chen Hui's consciousness entered the magic power space, and he found the canvas in front of the house. When he opened it, it was still in the shape of Yusuzuka chrysanthemum, and he thought it should work this time.

So he withdrew his consciousness, stood up from the futon again, and walked towards the Shimen Cave in the mountain.

"Again?"

"So fast?"

"He just sat down and stood up again. Could it be that his divine sense is so strong?"

……

Chen Hui's busy figure immediately made the elders of the other branches jump in their hearts. They were really afraid of Chen Hui's place. God knows what accident he would make suddenly.

Just like just now, everyone thought that Chen Hui was going to become the No. 1 of Chulian, but he withered~
When everyone felt that he was wilting, he made great strides all the way, hitting Huanglong straight, and came to Shanshimen Cave in two or three strokes.

So at this time, what the elders of the other branches want to see most is that Chen Hui can follow the steps like everyone else, and don't make so many moths.

Nai Nai, those of us who are older have a bad heart, so don’t give us a heart attack~

Several elders from other branches cursed Chen Hui silently in their hearts.

At this time, Chen Hui had already walked in front of the mountain stone gate, and his consciousness entered the magic space. When he found the canvas, he felt a little uneasy, and looked nervously at the contents of the canvas. It would depend on whether he could catch up with Murong Yan. Here it is!

When the content on the canvas was reflected in Chen Hui's eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. The painting on the canvas... was a... chrysanthemum that haunted Chen Hui's soul...