Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

In the evening, the moon peak.

Unknowingly, it has entered the summer night, dusk, reflecting the flowing haze all over the sky. Under the sun, there are continuous black shadows of the surrounding mountain peaks. Occasionally, the wind blows, the crane's long cry and the male voice:

"Pei Jisheng!"

Ning Ning, lying on the peach tree, yawned lazily as he listened to the sound.

Like all kinds of academic competitions in the 21st century, there are also unified competitions among the sects in the field of cultivating immortals.

Correspondingly, only those who have performed well in their own sect are qualified to participate in the competition between the sects, such as the xiaochongshan secret place.

The secret place of xiaochongshan has been open for 50 years. It contains countless precious plants and Warcraft. It's a good place to go no matter for seizing resources or for actual combat experience.

However, the secret place here is extremely fragile. It can only bear the entrance of the golden elixir and the monks in the realm below, and the number of people it can accommodate is very limited. Once coming and going, it became an excellent place for the outstanding disciples of the Jindan period to compete with each other.

Now the xuanxu sword sect is holding a competition to select the candidates who will go to the secret place.

Most of the participants in the contest are Jindan, and occasionally you can see the figure of Zhuji Dacheng disciples. Ning Ning thanks the angel who threw the mine: ah, EEE, one;

thanks the angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 27 bottles of gelingyao, 20 bottles of nijiang, 10 bottles of Muxi, 9 bottles of Xiaoyu, 5 bottles of baldness singer, 3 bottles of Ni and huizitu, 1 bottle of 43556343 and fake official;

thank you very much for your support, and I will continue to work hard!