Chapter 67 The Circus on the Other Side (21)

Yuan Qingli did not catch it directly.

Instead, draw a circle with both hands, following the direction in which the colored ball falls.

Drag along the mat to create the momentum of Tai Chi, and finally rise again.

The whole movement is done in one go, and the movement is natural.

Achieve the unity of nature and man, the state of inaction where Tao follows nature.

A group of clowns just stared blankly.

Bang bang bang. Thunderous applause.

"Have you passed the test?" Yuan Qingli asked through gritted teeth, feeling that her abdomen was beginning to move again.

"Okay, okay. Madam's performance is really amazing. It has a lingering sound that lasts for three days. It makes people not know the taste of meat for three months. It's wonderful."

Yuan Qingli was stunned for a moment.

This clown’s rainbow fart is really well shot.

The first level should be passed.

"Congratulations to our lady for successfully passing the first test."

"We will start our second level immediately - the blind flying sword!"

The two clowns once again put on a thoughtful display.

One stood next to the wall hanging with red cloth and covered his eyes with the red cloth.

The other one stood five meters away, also blindfolded, holding 11 flying swords and started throwing them.

The flying sword is not short, it looks to be 20 centimeters long.

"Swish, swish, swish—"

The clown was very fast. He held the sword with his left hand and swung it with his right hand. Li Xunhuan was not as handsome as him.

I heard several whistles flying through the sky.

Benedict.

The sword penetrates the wood.

The eleven swords all came out at the same time, with the same sound.

This ingenuity is truly the pinnacle of excellence.

Yuan Qingli turned to look at the standing clown, cold sweat flowing down like a waterfall again.

Coupled with the pain in her abdomen, her face became paler.

There were only eleven flying swords, all of them hit vital points, and the clown on the red cloth was already dead.

The sharp sword came out of his body and nailed him firmly to the wall. The blood followed the wound and colored the red cloth, making it appear darker red.

My stomach hurts even more.

Yuan Qingli looked at the clown beside her and asked, "Are you looking for a partner and nailing him to the wall like this?"

"Sorry, this is a failed demonstration. You need to find a teammate and let him throw a flying sword at you."

"If you succeed, you can go to the next level. If you fail, you have to eat it."

Even if you fail, you still have a chance to eat?

Yuan Qingli forced out a smile and continued to be curious about knowledge: "Where are your teammates?"

"It's all in this hall."

The green clown waved his hands very generously.

The choice is yours.

Yuan Qingli: "..."

Thank you. I am still young and do not want to go to Mr. Marx so early to talk about my life ideals.

Looking at the clowns in the hall, Yuan Qingli fell silent.

In silence, she called Mu Yingshan's name in her heart.

[The prop "Sword Immortal" cannot be used.

Cooling down countdown: 5:40:10...]

There is no way to ask familiar teammates for help, so we can only find other ways.

Yuan Qingli collected her thoughts.

His eyes wandered among the crowd, and finally landed on one person.

"I choose him."

…

Time goes back to fifteen minutes ago.

Lu Xingyun sat on a bench in the troupe and watched the circus performance.

For programs such as tigers jumping through fire rings, elephants stepping on balloons, and monkeys hanging upside down on golden hooks.

Lu Xingyun has long been accustomed to strange things.

What's more, I personally experienced the passion of jumping through fire hoops.

To be honest, it made him just want to sleep.

Turning around and looking at Bo Zijin, the boss looked at it with great interest.

"Tell me, why didn't Yuan Qingli come to the show?" Lu Xingyun leaned over and asked.

When Bo Zijin heard the name, he frowned slightly and said coldly: "I don't know."

The last show is about to come, maybe because the previous performances were too boring, many NPCs left the show early.

After several NPCs left the scene, everyone vaguely heard the sound of thunder coming from the door.

A silvery white light exploded.

Thinking of what the host said before the performance started, everyone silently put their buttocks back on their chairs.

The show started.

It was Lu Xingyun and the others they had seen today, a trapeze artist.

Several trapeze artists were tossing and jumping in the air.

Extremely thrilling.

"Hey, it has to be the finale. It's much more exciting than before. It's a pity for those who left early."

"No, I left the venue early and was struck to death by lightning. It's not worth it!"

There were voices coming from all directions, but it was hard to tell who was speaking.

Lu Xingyun turned slightly sideways, stared at the code in his hand and pondered.

"The second rule says that there will be no new items, but you said that trapeze is not in the program."

Bo Zijin also frowned.