I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 64
"Who is coming!"

On the high platform, a burly, bare-chested male cultivator raised his arms and shouted, scanning the crowd of cultivators with ferocious eyes.

This male cultivator is a casual cultivator, at the late stage of foundation establishment, since he entered the field, he has fought against three cultivators of the same level in a row. He has fierce boxing skills and violent temperament. All three cultivators who fought against him were seriously injured and lost.

Even though he was so provocative, the monks in the audience were dissatisfied and angry, but they did not dare to fight.

The male cultivator laughed loudly, and looked at everyone with contempt, regardless of casual cultivators or sect disciples, they were all like pigs and dogs in his eyes, "You are nothing but such cowards."

This move was so outrageous that even the casual cultivator who knew him couldn't help scolding him: "Hu Fang, don't go too far! If you have the ability to provoke the proud son of the day."

Hu Fang didn't care, the corner of his mouth curled down, "How about I just provoke you? If you have the guts, come up!"

The casual cultivator who reprimanded was silent for a while, his veins were exposed as he pressed his saber, trying to suppress his impulse.

"Bitch!"

After ridiculing, regardless of the fact that everyone was flushed by him, Hu Fang jumped up, took off a black bead, glanced at them, and strode into the teleportation circle behind the ring.

The light of the teleportation array flashed, and Hu Fang's figure disappeared.

The devastated arena was restored to its original state.

After a while of silence, a man named Xiu Fei stepped onto the stage, bowed to the audience in a respectful manner, and said, "Wu Qingming, Master of Si Tao, respectfully ask for your advice."

……

The day passed quickly, and 14 people had picked the black beads and entered the teleportation array.

There are only nearly 100 people left who have not yet challenged. As for the more than [-] people who have been eliminated, they are all depressed and envious, hopeful.

Since they entered the cave, they were all teleported to the huge arena in front of them. On the central arena, the sword marks pierced the stone three-pointed, and the pen flew away.

"Wheel ring battle, enter the arena one by one, those who defend the arena can take the black pearl, and enter the teleportation array to win the treasure. Each person is limited to defending the ring and challenging once."

There are 20 black beads hanging above the ring, which means that only [-] people can enter the teleportation formation and truly enter the cave to hunt for treasures.

"It's a waste of time, it's better to hunt for treasure outside!"

The honest and honest square-faced Sanxiu sighed and couldn't help complaining. He turned to look at Zhang Zheng beside him, trying to find a bosom friend, "Hey, sister, why don't you come to the ring?"

Zhang Zheng didn't answer, he grinned and comforted himself: "It's okay to lose, the important thing is to participate."

Seeing that he still wanted to comfort her, Zhang Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Thank you, fellow daoist."

The square-faced Sanxiu patted his chest, with a dignified look, "I'm nothing else, I walk the rivers and lakes, and I just earn a reputation for righteousness."

"Sister, you can go ahead, it doesn't matter if you get hurt, there are plenty of healing elixir, so make sure you are alive and kicking."

"Pfft-"

A man with the appearance of a loose cultivator couldn't help laughing, looked him up and down like a joke, and said mockingly: "I want you, a loose cultivator, to be courteous."

The square-faced casual cultivator seemed to have noticed Zhang Zheng's Zongmen costume just now, his face flushed, and he gave the man a low-confidence look, but turned his head away and stopped talking.

The monks in the late stage of Foundation Establishment who were guarding the ring shouted loudly at this time: "There are still people to fight!"

He has defeated the two of them, he is the same as Hu Fang who was crazy at the beginning, he is on the road of physical training, his body is strong and muscular, and he is strong at a glance. Although his strength is not as good as the previous defenders, he should not be underestimated.

There are six black beads...

Zhang Zheng rubbed his chin and estimated the gap between himself and the monks on the stage. His cultivation level was one level behind, but he had exhausted his physical strength in two battles, so the gap might be negligible.

The further you go, the fewer black pearls there are, and the more monks who have not yet entered the ring are eager to fight.

The measurement of the cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation establishment is more than [-]% different from that in the later stage, and it is not worthwhile for her to fight with wheels.

It is necessary to fight to establish one's prestige, so that no one in the field dares to take the stage to fight.

Having figured this out, Zhang Zheng cupped his fists at the depressed square-faced casual cultivator beside him and said, "Thank you, fellow daoist, for your concern."

Immediately, she turned to the high platform, leaped onto the ring, and bowed her hands in a salute, "Zhang Zheng, a disciple of Wanxuanmen, please teach me Li Daoyou."

Li Lang looked at the handsome female cultivator in front of him. She was slender and looked weak, and laughed heartily: "A weak girl who dares to fight on stage, brother, I am not the kind of master who waits for pity and tenderness."

Before Zhang Zheng could answer, the square-faced Sanxiu who had just blushed from her thank you in the audience shouted angrily: "Now look down on people, don't cry and call your mother later!"

Li Lang snorted disdainfully, swung his arms in a dash, and punched Zhang Zheng in the face without mercy.

"Bam—"

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a large pit was sunken where Zhang Zheng was standing, but there was no sign of her in the pit except Li Lang.

Turning around suddenly, a vine as thick as an arm struck head-on, at such a fast speed that Li Lang couldn't dodge it at all. After being whipped abruptly, his cheeks turned red and swollen.

Spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, Li Lang didn't dare to underestimate the enemy any longer, and stared at Zhang Zheng who was floating in midair with a sullen expression.

It is undeniable that he is very strong, and his strength is by no means comparable to that of ordinary physical training, but his fatal flaw is that he is too heavy and ignores speed training.

There is an old saying that goes well.

In martial arts in the world, everything is fast and unbreakable.

Li Lang yelled angrily and swung his fist, the force of his step actually directly stepped on the ring and collapsed.

Zhang Zheng moved his body again, slowly avoiding it sideways.

After several punches in a row all failed, Li Lang was a little exhausted, panting and panting while holding his thighs, "You have the guts to fight me head-on! I only know that running away is not a hero."

Seeing this battle, the audience was also dissatisfied and without passion, so they followed suit and shouted: "Come on, what a hero if you escape quickly! If you don't go up, get off the stage and replace me."

Zhang Zheng didn't care about the uproar outside the field, and once again dodged Li Lang's attack, after some observation she had a rough assessment of his strength, and a smile appeared on her handsome face.

"I'm not a good man, and I don't have any kind."

The fluffy words made all the angry monks in the audience choke, and several monks couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhang Zheng held the fire stick in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked up, "However, I don't mind being a hero."

So she used him to test the speed at which she broke through to Dacheng's "Light Spirit Jue" in the desert of that ghost place.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Zheng's figure flickered, and he quickly turned into the wind, his shadow steps were chaotic, and he seemed to disappear out of thin air, without a trace.

She actually hid her strength and restrained herself!
Li Lang stood there in a daze, with a terrified and flustered expression. He couldn't see the nun's whereabouts at all, and he only had time to cover her body with a golden mask.

"Boom-"

With a loud noise, Li Lang's strong body fell down the ring like a torn sack, lying motionless in the pit, but was knocked unconscious by her, in a state of embarrassment.

This scene shocked all the monks in the audience, and the thoughts that were about to move disappeared in an instant.

They stared blankly at Zhang Zheng taking off the black beads slowly, all of them kept silent like quails with their tongues pulled out, for fear of being mentioned about their brash behavior just now.

This humble Wanxuan sect female cultivator is too terrifying!

That's a leader in physical training, and he was knocked out with a stick!
In the dead silence, the square-faced casual cultivator was the first to react and cheered. The next moment, the audience erupted and shouted.

Zhang Zheng turned his head towards the square-faced casual cultivator with a slight smile, turned around and raised his clothes in a perfect arc, and stepped into the teleportation array.

(End of this chapter)