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Chapter 219

Jing Yingrong, as she had practiced before, secretly activated the talisman while drawing the sword, and the sword light swept out with her movements, and dissipated instantly when it hit the iron-headed centipede.

The iron-headed centipede swung its tail and neighed, and its momentum continued unabated. The moment it hit Jing Yingrong, it did not bring too much impact, but Jing Yingrong flew upside down and fell to the ground as if he had been hit by a huge blow. The hillside rolled twice before stopping, looking very embarrassed.

She turned her head and looked back, and saw that the iron-headed centipede was approaching, a panic and fearful expression appeared on her face, her eyes were closed tightly, and she looked extremely helpless.

There was another sound, and Lin Zhi's voice sounded: "Okay, this festival is over."

Jing Yingrong opened her eyes, and the iron-headed centipede was fixed a foot away in front of her, and she could see the soft flesh and mucus inside the open mouth.

Lin Zhi came over, knelt down and asked her, "Do you want to take a rest?"

Jing Yingrong shook her head.

"Then continue."

Lin Zhi exited the arena, Jing Yingrong closed her eyes again, and resumed the previous posture.

The ringing started again.

Several sharp lights suddenly flashed on the body of the iron-headed centipede, as if it had been attacked by some kind, a large amount of blood gushed out like an underground spring, the whole body was broken into several sections, the sections were simulated flesh and bones, and even steamed.

According to Lin Zhi's instruction, Jing Yingrong silently counted five breaths, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes. The corpse of the iron-headed centipede came into view, and she showed a look of surprise.

Outside the arena, several square light curtains were suspended in front of Lin Zhi, and the light curtains displayed the pictures from different angles recorded by the few shadow tracing stones near Jing Yingrong.

She looked at one of the pictures facing Jing Yingrong, and she couldn't help nodding her head slightly, very satisfied with Jing Yingrong's expression.

Jing Yingrong was genuinely surprised, not only her, but Sanling as well.

Jijie Pen said: "Even the interior is so realistic, the art of puppet manipulation has already reached such a level."

Extreme Flame Bead: "Yes, I thought it was full of broken parts."

Jisha Sword: "Why didn't the puppeteers in the Hundred Arts Competition in the early days use this technique?"

"It will reduce combat effectiveness." Jing Yingrong stood up and replied in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Her footsteps were flimsy, and she calmly withdrew her consciousness from the iron-headed centipede's body, while looking around to find something, "The simulated flesh and blood body has excess weight, and it will consume more spiritual power."

"Yes, after all, it is not as flexible as a real puppet." Jijie Pen suddenly said.

Jing Yingrong looked up at the sky.

A branch flew by high above, and her eyes followed the branch until it fell in the distance.

When she was staring at the branches, several shadow tracing stones were suspended beside her, either far or near.

The light curtain in front of Lin Zhi is full of silhouettes of Jing Yingrong, some with the whole body sideways, some with the upper body sideways, and some with only the side face.In the absence of frontal eyes, it looks like a picture of a woman staring at the distance as if her heart is shaking.

A little smile appeared on Lin Zhi's face, and he lightly raised his palm, and the disciple beside him understood, and hit each other with the short stick.

After hearing the sound, Jing Yingrong lowered her head and looked in Lin Zhi's direction.

Lin Zhi waved at her, and said with a gentle expression, "Well done."

Before Jing Yingrong could respond to this sentence, the other people present cheered first. The disciples who controlled the Shadow Tracing Stone gathered around Lin Zhi, and the other group surrounded Jing Yingrong.

"You are amazing, it was so easy to participate for the first time."

"I'm not nervous at all, it's not easy to be an amateur."

"I was prepared to re-record five or six times, but now the puppet's spare parts are saved, which is very good."

"Thanks to your smooth performance, everyone can call it a day! Hahahaha!"

People say what they say to each other, and they are not stingy in complimenting Jing Yingrong.

Lin Zhi took a moment to glance over here, and shouted, "Don't surround yourself, let Fellow Daoist Jing go change your clothes and remove your make-up. Also, who said to call it quits early? I'm going to make Wen He and Yuan Yi later. One game, cheer me up, don't let up!"

The audience howled.

The crowd surrounding Jing Yingrong dispersed, throwing themselves into a new round of busyness.Jing Yingrong was about to leave, but was stopped by Lin Zhi.

"Wait for my notice in the next scene. You have practiced the part with Su Hua. We have to do that part first. Yu Shuihan is playing Su Hua. You can talk to her when you have time."

"it is good."

Jing Yingrong returned to the makeup building and changed back into her clothes, while He Zongtao cleaned her face off.

"Well, I said it's not difficult, right?" He said triumphantly.

Jing Yingrong: "It's hard."

"Huh? But I think you finished this very quickly."

"Lin Zhi helped me."

"Oh, Lao Lin, she has been in the industry for more than 200 years, and she is really good at leading newcomers. Don't be burdened. The role of Suqin is originally a decoration to reflect Chi Ye's charm. It's enough to be good-looking, and it's not good to act well. The whole Xianyan record has no effect."

"Ah."

He Zongtao said again: "Did Lao Lin tell you about the arrangement for the next match?"

"Alright, let's do the part with Venerable Suhua first."

"Let's think about it, the part with Suqin and Suhua... Oh yes, the scene can be arranged here. The two parts with Chi Ye have to wait until we go to Feiyujian."

"Are you going to Tianchan Que's realm?"

"Tianchan Que? No, no, that is now the site of Junquan Palace. Tianchan Que...that was a long time ago..."

Jing Yingrong: "Tianchan Que is gone?"

He Zongtao tried his best to recall: "I am still here, but it's almost the same as not being here. I don't know too well. This sect seems to have angered some beast emperor a long time ago, and was beaten by a monster. After that, there is no news. I don't usually How do you pay attention to this? If you want to know, you can ask others. By the way, you have nothing important, right? If so, I will discuss it with Lao Lin for you, and we can finish it together here. Go to Feiyujian mainly It’s because Ikeha’s home game has to be done there.”

Jing Yingrong shook her head, took out the map to check it out, and said, "By the way."

"By the way? Where were you going?"

"Dead Sea."

"..."

Coming out of the makeup building, on the way back to the residence, Ji Yanzhu said in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Tianchan Que, sounds so familiar."

Jijie Pen: "As Li Chengkong once mentioned, it is a very popular sect when forming a team against the enemy."

Ji Yanzhu: "Ah, I remembered, it is the sect party that specializes in healing and assisting others, right? It is very old, and it will inevitably decline?"

"Prosperity must decline," Jijiebi said with some emotion, "No matter how powerful the sect is, it will eventually decline. The length of time is different. I don't know how long Taichu Guan can last."

Jing Yingrong said indifferently: "It's good not to be wiped out."

"...The requirements are really low."

(End of this chapter)