Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 9 The Fate Master, the Immortal Cable

Beads of sweat kept oozing from the sharp-nosed monk's forehead, and even if it slipped into his eyes, he didn't dare to blink.

Because of the icy feeling on his forehead from time to time between the brows, the sharp-mouthed monk really felt the breath of death.

"I think……"

"Bah!"

Before he finished speaking, the Biphosphorus needle pierced into his head fiercely, and then gently stirred it!
Sharp-mouthed monk, die!

Xue Leng made a hook with his fingers, and after taking back the Biphosphorus needle, he couldn't wait to grab the storage bag of the sharp-nosed monk in his hand.

Of course, he didn't forget the small tortoise shell shield that he had coveted for a long time, and it was included in his pocket.

This is also the reason why the sharp-mouthed monk must die!
A high-grade defensive magical weapon is enough to make his strength even higher, even against a monk who has perfected his Qi training, he has the power to fight.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator controlling the field also turned a blind eye and did not intervene.

After winning the third competition, Xue Leng also advanced to the top [-].

Now it only needs one more victory to become an outer disciple of the True Spirit Sect.

After walking out of the fighting field, Xue Leng took out a spirit stone from the storage bag, held it in his hand, and sat on the ground to recover the lost mana.

Although he didn't put in too much effort in the first three matches, he didn't know what kind of opponent he would meet in the next match.

To be on the safe side, it is still very important to maintain a full state of mana in the body.

Under the blessing of the spirit stone, Xue Leng's lost mana recovered seven or eighty-eight in less than a stick of incense.

Seeing that it was almost done, Xue Leng finished his meditation, and with a flash of inspiration on his fingertips, he took out the small tortoise shell shield that he had been thinking about.

After unceremoniously erasing the spiritual consciousness left by the sharp-mouthed monk, he began to sacrifice like no one else.

Following wave after wave of casual cultivators, he left with regrets.

In the evening, Xue Leng finally ushered in his last competition.

This time, his opponent was a Qi-trained Dzogchen, a strange middle-aged man wearing an ancient theater robe and holding a strange rope in his hand.

When Xue Leng saw the strange outfit of his opponent, the pupils in his eyes suddenly constricted, and his face became very ugly.

"Fate Master!"

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are a large number of casual cultivators who need to make a living through certain means to earn spirit stones and exchange for cultivation resources, thus various industries have been born.

As for the life master, as a very special occupation in the world of cultivating immortals, it originated from juggling performances such as street performers.

However, for monks, ordinary tricks are naturally not enough.

So gradually, some monks engaged in this kind of business gathered together to study and discuss some incredible spells.

Combined with some ancient tricks, slowly in the world of cultivating immortals, this very peculiar profession-the theater fortune-telling master was formed.

Also known as sorcerer, trickster!

It is precisely because the tricks they perform are all weird, incomprehensible and incredible spells.

Therefore, the life master has gradually made his own place in the world of cultivating immortals.

The reason why Xue Leng recognized the puppeteer in front of him was precisely because some time ago, when the temple fair was held in the underground square city, he had seen a puppet show by the puppeteer.

Although it was just some simple magic performances, Xue Leng was extremely afraid of the unimaginable performance of the life master.

After the referee announced the start of the game, Xue Leng immediately took out ten fireball symbols from the storage bag, ignited them, and threw them at the opponent.

Seeing Xue Leng who was the first to attack, the corner of the playful master's mouth twitched, and after a "hehe" smile, facing the approaching fireball, he didn't even dodge.

Instead, his arm trembled slightly, and he waved the sleeve of his theater robe and twisted it slightly at the fireball. Under the stunned expressions of everyone, he rolled the fireball into his sleeve.

Afterwards, there were a few muffled muffled sounds from inside his sleeves, and the attacks of the ten fireball talismans came to naught.

Seeing that his attack was defeated so lightly, Xue Leng's complexion gradually became serious, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Fellow Daoist's skill in the universe is truly extraordinary.

I don't know if you can take these fire dragon talismans again? "

After finishing speaking, Xue Leng took out five fiery red talismans of extraordinary material, ignited them and hit the opposite opera master.

This fire dragon talisman is a full grade higher than the fireball talisman, and it is a middle-grade first-grade talisman.

Not only is it flexible and changeable, but it also adds a ray of earth and lung fire inside, and its power is absolutely extraordinary.

Seeing the five fire dragons attacking head-on, the playmaker's face turned serious, and he flicked his sleeves, and put the fire dragons into his sleeves again.

Immediately, there were several rather loud blasting sounds from the sleeves, and the sleeves of his wide theatrical robe also had a few not small holes.

Staring at his sleeve with three small holes, the playmaker frowned in a rather ugly manner.

With an actor-like soft voice, he smiled angrily at Xue Leng:

"Hey, I've underestimated you a bit, you really have some skills.

If the old man guessed correctly, what did you do to these talismans?Ordinary fire dragon talismans are not so powerful. "

"Your Excellency's vision is really sharp. If there is any powerful means, just use it. If it is too late, there will be no chance!"

Xue Leng smiled noncommittally towards the doubts of the life master, and his words were very frivolous.

"Good boy, since you want to die early, then I will help you!"

After finishing speaking, the extremely annoyed playmaker took out a fiery red vial from his bosom.

After pouring all the powder inside into his hands, he rubbed his hands anxiously, and gradually formed a cloud of red mist glowing with lightning, and then threw it into the sky.

"Chi...chi...chi"

When the fog reached the air, it spread rapidly, forming a large cloud of fire filled with crimson thunder in an instant.

After finishing all this, the playmaker seemed to have no intention of stopping, and threw the weird rope he had been holding into the air, and shouted:

"Immortal cable!"

Following the strange cry of the life master, the rope in his hand stood up straight at this moment.

One end was stored in his hand, but the other end was inserted into the cloud of thunder, mist and fire.

After doing all this, the life master immediately grabbed the rope in his hand, and in full view of everyone, climbed along it into the thunder, mist and fire clouds in the sky.

When the figure of the life master was completely submerged in the thunder and fire mist, the ropes below followed him into the fire mist
"Boy, come and taste my soul-eating thunder and fire mist, Jie Jie Jie..."

In the sky, amidst the mist of flames glowing with strange thunder light, came the eerie clamor of the life master...

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