While everyone was participating in the trial on the island, a slightly illusory figure stood in the yard on the other side of the mountain, quietly watching the scene reflected on the pond.
He wears a bun and looks to be about forty years old. He is wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, has a goatee, sword-shaped eyebrows flying into his temples, his eyes are as deep as the sea, and he has a natural fairy-like air.
The first owner of Immortal Immortal Island, Liu Huangshu!
However, this is not Liu Huangshu's true body, but a ray of soul he left behind on Immortal Island, which is equivalent to the spiritual officer used to maintain the island's trials. Unless a new island owner is determined, otherwise will always exist.
At this time, Liu Huangshu carefully observed the scene reflected in the water, stretched out his hand to gently stroke his beard, and exclaimed in admiration from time to time.
"Although I could predict that the cultivation environment in future generations would be very poor, I didn't expect that the cultivation levels of this group of trialists who came in would be so low. Fortunately, when I made the rules, I didn't take realms seriously."
"I think the model of this level was created by my hard work back then. As for the excessive demands I left behind, if my will is not strong enough and I will only focus on face and maintain my poor self-esteem, then what can I say about such a person? Are you qualified to inherit Immortal Immortal Island and lead the Kunlun Realm out of difficulties and become stronger?"
"Looking at it now, many people are willing to risk their lives, which I am very satisfied with..."
Liu Huangshu was smiling. Suddenly he seemed to notice something. His smile gradually disappeared and was replaced by deep astonishment.
I saw a handsome young man with silver hair, walking at an absurdly fast speed, and the expression on his face was as if he was strolling in his own yard, without any anxiety or hurry.
"Wait, why can he advance sixty squares every time?" After Liu Huangshu confirmed again and again, his eyes suddenly popped out and his mouth opened wide.
Because he saw that every time the opponent rolled out a dice, there was a golden sixty points on one side.
This is not cheating or a trial gone wrong.
Only Liu Huangshu knew in his heart that this was a small trick he deliberately left behind. The trialist has a one-thousandth chance of rolling the dice directly to a score of sixty!
The original intention was to screen out those with great luck. After all, luck is also a type of strength.
But the problem is that every time the silver-haired young man rolls the dice, there is an extremely rare probability!
Is this too much luck?
After all, this is a one-in-a-thousand chance!
Sixty, sixty, sixty...
Seeing the other party moving forward as if with divine help, quickly squeezing into the group of people in the middle from the bottom of the crane, Liu Huangshu just felt weird and doubted the mechanism of the trial.
Crash.
The dice continued to spin, and another sixty points came out.
Seeing this, Ye Junlin sighed helplessly, "Hey, it's almost done."
No matter how he changed the position of rolling the dice, he always got only sixty points!
At this time, the surrounding environment was already filled with ice and snow. It was freezing cold and snowflakes were flying. The biting chill made many trialists shivering from the cold and exhaling white air from their mouths. After all, they were just practicing now. Qi cultivation.
"Hey, there happens to be a golden treasure box here, let me see what's hidden inside." Ye Junlin opened the box gently, and a blazing white light came out of the box.
Whoa, a creature with two wings, a snow-white body, ice crystals on its skin, two towering horns, and a head like a dragon flew out, and a high-pitched dragon roar came from its mouth.
"Um?"
Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows, thinking that this was a monster that was going to harm him. Just when he was about to take action, a line of ancient fonts appeared in front of his eyes, and it was automatically translated into meaning in his mind.
"Congratulations, this is the flying pet Frost Pterosaur, which can carry the tester across the snowy mountains unimpeded!"
Then, the Frost Winged Dragon obediently leaned down and motioned for the silver-haired young man in front of him to come up.
"Can we still have this kind of benefit? It's so generous."
Ye Junlin jumped on the dragon's back and patted the dragon's head, "Brother, you can go."
"Roar!"
A high-pitched dragon roar came from the mouth.
The Frost Pteranodon flapped its wings violently, swung its long tail, and flew forward along the path, crossing the grid crazily along the way.
"Wuhu, take off~"
Ye Junlin rode on the Frost Winged Dragon, like a dragon knight, stretched out his fingers and raised his head high, shouting loudly.
The group of trialists stranded on the iceberg map were still enduring the biting chill all over their bodies. Suddenly they heard a familiar voice. When they looked up, they were stunned, "Ye, Senior Ye?"
Everyone saw the Frost Pterosaur flapping its wings and diving rapidly in mid-air. On its broad back, stood a tall and tall young man with a handsome face. Under the roar of the air current, his head was covered with silvery white. The hair is dancing wildly, and the picture is very visually impactful.
At this time, at the forefront of the ice and snow map, there was a stern man wearing a white robe and hunting cloak, with ice-blue gloves on his hands, fighting in close combat with the Snow King who was blocking the way.
This tall snow king has a golden crown on his head, sapphire eyes, a long carrot nose, and eye-catching blush on both sides of his cheeks. He has a round belly and holds a stick with ice cream on the top. shaped weapon, attacking the target in front of you.
Bang bang bang~!
The turbulent ice-blue fist marks swept across like a gust of wind and rain, catching the Snow King off guard and causing the crown on his head to tilt.
Finally, the tall body slowly fell down and turned into stars and disappeared into the air.
Xue Wuhen breathed out a heavy breath, looked at the ice blue gloves covering his hands, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.
Who would have thought that this majestic white-robed swordsman couldn't use his sword, but he could only use his fists to resolve the battle here.
This taste...
Who knows? !
That's right, here, everyone must use the magical weapons in the level. Along the way, Xue Wuhen obtained these pairs of polar frost gloves, and then unfortunately encountered this Snow King turned into a statue. There is no choice but to fight.
Fortunately, he learned boxing skills when he was young and combined with this magic weapon, he was able to defeat this fierce Snow King.
The strange thing is that at the moment Snow King fell, an inexplicable melody of a song was lingering in his ears, and it sounded so good...
"It seems like there is the Flame Mountain in front of me. Hey, I'm so ashamed. I've tried my best from the beginning to now, but my ranking can only be considered above average."
"There is really no advantage at all, it all depends on luck."
Xue Wuhen's face showed bitterness, it was the first time he had been so frustrated.
"No, no matter what, I have to pass the level smoothly! After all, compared to the others who were left behind by me, I, Xue Wuhen, am still far ahead!"
Xue Wuhen calmed down and shook the dice. Fortunately, the dice landed on the number six.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly with pride, Xue Wuhen was about to step six squares away from this ice and snow map.
Suddenly, a deafening roar of a dragon sounded from behind. Xue Wuhen was so startled that she quickly turned her head to look, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she subconsciously blurted out:
"Grass!"
As the word fell, the Frost Winged Dragon arrived at the very edge of the snow-capped mountain landscape at lightning speed, and then disappeared into little stars.
A young figure with a jade tree facing the wind fell gracefully with his hands behind his back. His whole body had a graceful and graceful temperament, just like the relegated fairy Lingchen.
Ye Junlin stood on the ground, looking at the Flame Mountain standing in front of him, with a look of interest on his face, "This new map looks like that."
"Senior Ye, you..." Xue Wuhen froze on the spot.
Ye Junlin turned his head and saw the man in white standing a few blocks behind him, standing like a piece of wood. He stretched out his hand and said hello, "Hey, what a coincidence, you are here too."
Xue Wuhen nodded stiffly, recalling the domineering figure coming from the dragon in his mind, and couldn't help but said: "Senior Ye, you came out so fast."
As soon as these words came out.
Ye Junlin's brows knitted into knots.
Why does this sound so weird?
"You keep working hard, I'll leave first." Ye Junlin shook his head and was about to throw out the dice.
Looking at the silver-haired young man who walked out of the ice and snow map first, Xue Wuhen narrowed his narrow eyes, and a strong desire to win emerged in his heart.
Listen to what you mean, can you still leave me far behind?
Senior Ye, you’ve done me a favor!
Just when Xue Wuhen was about to have a thrilling contest with Ye Junlin, what he saw next made him so shocked that he wanted to dig out his eyes.
In front of him, Ye Junlin calmly rolled out the dice. The side of the dice was golden and extremely dazzling with sixty points!
"hiss--!!!"
When he confirmed that he had read it correctly, Xue Wuhen leaned back and took a deep breath.
With all our ancestors on top, how could the dice roll out sixty points? !
Are my dice fake?
Xue Wuhen's mind was filled with questions, and she watched Ye Junlin leave quickly, and how lonely his back was as he walked away.
Looking at the dice that had been rolled out just now, and luckily it showed six points, Xue Wuhen suddenly felt less fragrant.
It's ridiculous that he just had the idea of competing and wanted to compete with Senior Ye.
What to compare it with?
If someone shakes it casually, it will be sixty points!
He's only six?
Have some fun!
"I asked you, can you please do your best? Look at other people's dice, they are looking at you! The maximum they can roll is six!"
In the end, Xue Wuhen became angrier and angrier as she thought about it, looking angrily at the dice in her hand as if she hated iron.
dice:"……"
