Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Buxian Town does not have a so-called gate, but only four entrances. Zhou Li and his friends came in from the northern entrance, so they saw a...
Arena?

Zhou Li was confused.

A square arena that is so standard that someone might come here to compete for a wife in the next second.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhou Li looked at Tang Wan and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Don't look at me."

Tang Wan was also confused, "I didn't learn this."

Zhou Li and Tang Wan looked at each other.

Today, Buxian Town is very lively.

There is a ring.

And it is an arena set up by immortal cultivators.

According to common sense, immortal cultivators rarely set up any arena, because for immortal cultivators, "moderation" is a difficult thing to define.

If it is a martial arts duel, many things can be stipulated. If the tip of the sword is against your throat, you lose. If you are pinned to the ground and cannot move, you should also admit defeat. Because you are practicing martial arts, and losing in martial arts can be seen.

But cultivating immortality is different.

It is difficult to judge who wins and who loses in a battle of immortals. Even if the tip of your sword touches the opponent's throat, it is hard to say that you have won. Who knows if the opponent has a body-protecting magic that can rebound your attack, or if he has any tricks to escape. Moreover, only a few people can fully control the magic. Most immortals cannot control the magic once it is released. If the opponent is killed by the magic, you will have a lot of headaches.

Therefore, there are very few such idle competitions in the world of immortal cultivation. In general, there are large sects that act as middlemen, allowing powerful people or old predecessors in the world of immortal cultivation to judge who wins and who loses, and they will stop it at the critical moment.

Like this idle arena...
Rare, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

There are already quite a few people gathered around the arena. After all, fighting is an eye-catching thing no matter where it is. What's more, the monks who usually practice in the sect are all curious about what this arena means.

Zhou Li and Tang Wan were also curious. They usually liked to join in the fun, and they wanted to join in the fun of this kind of fun. Soon, after squeezing into the crowd and being scolded, Zhou Li and Tang Wan came to the front.

The ring was very simple, just a wooden ring with a sign on it with a string of words. Next to the sign, a woman holding an eight-sided Han sword stood quietly.

It was noon, and the sun shone on a woman in flowing white clothes. The woman wore a white plain dress, a bamboo hat, and a black veil that covered her face, leaving only a pair of sharp phoenix eyes.

Zhou Li looked at the sign. The content on the sign was very simple, which was the rules of the gambling fight. If you want to fight, put a high-grade fairy cloud in the bowl. If you win, the creator of the arena will give the opponent ten high-grade fairy clouds. If you lose, the challenger will leave the arena, and the high-grade fairy cloud will remain in the bowl.

Simple, yet arrogant to the extreme.

“So arrogant.”

Tang Wan exclaimed: "You really aren't afraid of being beaten to death."

"You're much meaner than me."

Zhou Li sighed.

The two spoke in a low voice, at least the woman on the stage didn't hear them. Tang Wan leaned close to Zhou Li's ear and whispered, "This woman is obviously a sword cultivator. The stage is not big, and the distance between the front and back is only a few dozen steps. She has a big advantage. When she encounters those who focus on spiritual magic, she will be extremely restrained. She can take two steps forward and kill them with one sword. Who can escape?"

"Too."

Zhou Li nodded and asked curiously: "What if I meet someone like my master?"

"impossible."

Tang Wan shook his head. "The Taoist priest said that everyone in the world of immortal cultivation cares about their reputation. Maybe if they meet a newbie in private, they can just beat him up and that's it, without anyone knowing. But in front of so many people, even someone as famous as the Taoist priest can't go on stage. There's no benefit in winning, and losing will ruin your reputation."

"Then no one is going?"

Zhou Li asked.

"I'll do it!" As soon as the words fell, a bald man in the crowd climbed onto the ring. His muscles were as heavy as rocks, and he stood on the ground like a stone statue.

He took out a fairy cloud and placed it in his palm. Without moving, no one could see his hand move at all, and the top-grade fairy cloud fell into the bowl. He looked at the woman, bowed, and said generously:

"I am Wang Shiquan from Tiehemen, and I would like to ask for your advice."

"If you lose, just say it."

The woman held the Eight-sided Han Sword, raised her eyes slightly, and said in a voice that was as cold as if she was keeping people away from her, "I won't hurt you."

"Ah."

Wang Shiquan was not annoyed, but just put on a posture and said calmly: "The way to practice is to be virtuous and virtuous. It is not good to be arrogant."

The woman said nothing, just looked at the other person quietly.

The field fell into silence.

Wang Shiquan took a stance and stared at the woman holding the sword like a lion.

Still not moving?
Sword cultivators emphasize the importance of striking with one sword, and they often try to take the initiative. But this woman not only did not strike, but her long sword remained quietly in the scabbard, with no intention of drawing the sword at all.

As if he was angry at the other party's contempt, Wang Shiquan gritted his teeth, and his whole body instantly took on a layer of iron-colored luster. He paused, and the next second he rushed towards the sword-wielding woman like a cannonball.

Tiehe Sect is a physical cultivation sect, and Wang Shiquan, as the eldest disciple of the Tiehe Sect master, has naturally practiced the [Iron He Technique] to the extreme. This technique can give people both steel-like defense and the flexibility of seedlings. It can be said to be a very good physical cultivation technique.

However···

He drew out his long sword and smashed the scabbard heavily on Wang Shiquan's head. In an instant, Wang Shiquan's whole body spun in the air like a spinning top whipped by a copper-headed leather belt, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

In the sunlight, he felt a little dazed and confused.

Beads of sweat fell on the ring.

wrong.

Wang Shiquan suddenly realized.

This woman's sword skills have reached an astonishing level.

Her scabbard is also a sword.

"Any more?"

After taking a high-quality fairy cloud from the bowl and carefully putting it in her pocket, the woman spoke and said, "No more waiting."

At this time, several other people who had seen through the trick also started talking. They found that the sword technique used by this woman was very strange. It was hard to tell which sect it belonged to, but it always gave people a familiar feeling.

Several sword cultivators were ready to make a move. After a moment, a woman holding an eight-slash sword climbed onto the stage, bowed, and said:

"Thousand Swords Sect, Li Xiuxiu."

"If you want to admit defeat, just tell me. I won't hurt you."

The woman still said the same words.

“It’s not certain who will lose.”

Li Xiuxiu smiled playfully, then placed the Eight Cutting Swords on her chest.

"I definitely can't lose."

Looking at the people who were placing bets at the odds, Zhou Li said calmly, "Whose dealer can lose the betting game?"

"I am a professional commentator." (End of this chapter)