I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 186 The Battle of Trapped Beasts
Zhang Jun followed. He was next in line. When he was about to find a seat to sit down, someone called him.

The voice was small but familiar.

He looked back and found that it was the disciple of the Purple Jade Lord, the little Taoist boy Shang Rui, who was cunningly poking at the base of the wall and sticking out half of his head.

In fact, many people here have noticed this little guy.

However, after learning that he was the Taoist disciple of True Lord Purple Jade, he ignored him.

After all, True Lord Purple Jade is well-known for protecting his shortcomings, and he is very strong, so he is not very sure. No one wants to inexplicably form a deadly feud with the other party.

Zhang Jun felt strange when he saw this little guy coming suddenly.

There was no delay in the dividends between them and True Lord Purple Jade in every installment. According to Lao Fu, the transaction between the two parties was quite smooth.

What is this little Taoist boy doing here today? ?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun stood up and walked out as if nothing had happened. He walked past the path boy and dragged him toward the tunnel.

After finding a place where no one was around, he let the little Taoist boy go.

"What are you doing here?"

"I didn't want to come either, but my master asked me to come. He said he wanted to give you a letter and ask me to deliver it to you."

I saw Taotong take out an envelope from his sleeve.

The envelope is white with black writing, and there are strips of something like a gold mesh on it, but you can't feel it when you touch it.

Zhang Jun speculated that this must be some kind of sealing technique.

A letter from Lord Purple Jade?

He looked at the envelope. Normally, if a person of Ziyu Zhenjun's status and his correspondence were exposed, he would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Although there are private exchanges and even transactions between good and evil.

But this kind of thing should never be brought to the table.

Zhang Jun could feel the weight of the letter in his hand and looked at Tao Tong: "What if I don't accept it?"

"If you don't answer, there's another message."

"Then I'll listen to the message first."

The Taoist boy seemed to have expected this, so he put his hands behind his back and stood on tiptoe to whisper a few words into Zhang Jun's ear.

For a moment, Zhang Jun looked at the Taoist boy suspiciously.

"Are you sure, your master said this?"

"It's true."

"Ok."

Zhang Jun tore open the letter casually, took a look at the contents, and then put the envelope into his storage bag.

"I understand, but I can't guarantee whether this thing will work out or not. Whether it works out or not, I want everything. After all, my appearance fee is very expensive."

The corner of Tao Tong's mouth twitched a few times, but he had already received an explanation from True Lord Purple Jade when he came, so he could fully agree on behalf of True Lord Purple Jade.

"That's all, please."

The Taoist boy clasped his hands and bowed to Zhang Jun, then hurried back with his head lowered.

When Zhang Jun walked up to the spectator seats, he found that the competitive match had already begun.

After turning around and looking around, Zhang Jun looked at the young man sitting in the seat not far away: "I just went to the toilet and it started. What's the rule?"

When the other party heard this, he turned around and glanced at Zhang Jun. He didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he saw it was Zhang Jun, his eyes lit up and he moved his butt sideways to close the distance with Zhang Jun.

Then he explained to Zhang Jun:

"In a group offensive and defensive battle, the attacker will win if he cuts off the commander's flag. Every time he burns incense, he can see the location of the commander's flag, and he can see all the terrain and landforms.

The defender can obtain the temporary soul summoning technique. Every other stick of incense can randomly summon skeletons, mountain spirits, and ghosts for people to control and control the mountain gate.

Every time the attacker burns incense, his own consumption will be doubled, and for every time the defender burns incense, his cultivation level will drop by one-tenth. "

"fair."

Zhang Jun thought about it for a while and found that this rule was relatively fair.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that things are not that simple.

It's so fair. I don't know why, but Zhang Jun always feels that compared with the last competitive match between his senior brother and the others, it's a little less interesting.

Look towards the competitive world.

I saw gray and yellow mist in the mountains, a thick sea of ​​clouds above my head, and a thin moon hanging in the sky, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist.

Surrounded by ruins and overgrown weeds, it looks like an old village that has been deserted for decades.

The mountain village is located on the top of a mountain. It is easy to see from the high walls built around it that the village was originally very defensive.

It is a good place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. As long as the mountain gate is controlled, even ordinary people can fight one against ten.

However, even so, judging from the current condition of the ruins, this village could not escape the end of being massacred by blood.

After the three people landed on the ground, they immediately began to try to summon.

He Fan summoned five skeletons, the kind that would fall apart when touched, with knives, forks and farm tools in their hands.

With their clothes in torn strips, it is easy to tell that these were just honest mountain villagers in life.

Even after being summoned as an undead spirit, the simple, dazed, and overwhelmed expression in his empty eye sockets still cannot be changed.

In comparison, the things summoned by He Fan's other two companions were obviously much stronger.

One person summoned a half-demon, half-human mountain spirit. It was hard to tell what kind of monster it was, but it had the ability to control the surrounding trees and could match the combat power of an eighth-level Qi gatherer.

What the other person summoned were two shadows shrouded in black mist, which should be evil spirits condensed from some kind of resentment.

It's a pity that this is not a sea of ​​suffering, and the evil ghost's strength is not that weird. The main combat power of the two evil ghosts is to hide in the shadows and carry out sneak attacks.With the addition of He Fan and the other three, it is not a big problem to defend the village. The only difficulty is that there is a big flag behind He Fan.

Once they are cut off or damaged, the three of them will be eliminated immediately.

"Not bad, Senior Brother He, I let these two guys hide inside the skeleton, one on the left and one on the right. At critical moments, they can suddenly come out to attack."

The younger young man on the left is covered in a blood-red robe, and his long hair is messy and scattered casually on his shoulders.

This man's name is Guo Fei, a disciple of the Demonic Disha Sect.

There was also a burly man standing next to him. The man had starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and his black hair fell to the ground.

His broad face and blood-red lips looked unhealthy, and his snow-white and blue arms looked greasy like a dead person.

This person's name is Lu Fenghuang, and he is the one with the highest cultivation level among the three of them. He has reached the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm and is only one step away from having the chance to condense the soul.

After hearing Guo Fei's suggestion, He Fan just gave them two skeletons: "I'm not good at fighting, so I'll leave the rest to my two senior brothers."

With that said, He Fan sent the other three skeletons on his hands to guard the joints outside the village to serve as cannon fodder.

I found a grindstone, wiped off the dust on it, and then took out the snack box and placed it on it.

Opening the box, you will find exquisite and beautiful pastries, crystal clear and fragrant.

Make another pot of tea, a bite of pastry, and a cup of tea.

The remaining two teammates were really dumbfounded.

Is it so Buddhist?
Not only the two of them, but even everyone outside the competitive world couldn't complain when they saw this scene.

"Is this guy here for a picnic? Do you want to order him a hot pot?"

The man sitting next to Zhang Jun couldn't help but complain.

Zhang Jun smiled: "Perhaps this is because he doesn't panic when doing things, and he makes plans thousands of miles away while talking and laughing."

The man couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this: "I don't understand, I really don't understand."

After everyone complained for a while, they immediately looked to the other side, but when they saw it, they all froze on the spot.

I saw three people on the other side actually setting up the stove and eating hot pot.

Zhang Jun looked around.

Among these three people, a young man in white clothes on the left carries a sword box behind his back. He is obviously a master of swordsmanship.

The person on the right has a bald head and no ring scars on his head. It is difficult to tell whether he is a Buddhist disciple or not.

The middle-aged man in the middle looked like a dilapidated beggar, with a face covered in mud and a crooked mouth. Even when eating, he had to turn his head sideways.

"Don't worry, brothers and sisters, my Mai algorithm will definitely not go wrong. The village looks like a formal entrance, and the people in it are like "prisoners". If they are imprisoned and cannot come out, it is a trapped animal. Let's sit firmly on the Diaoyutai. This battle must be won.”

Although this middle-aged man was dressed in rags, he spoke with reason and was playing with coins in one hand, looking confident.

Besides, they are taking advantage of the rules by not attacking.

If we rush forward now, we will not only have to face three masters who are not much weaker than them, but also face the harassment of summoned cannon fodder. Coupled with the terrain restrictions, we may be counterattacked.

Just sit here and wait.

After all, as the attacker, every stick of incense they burned only increased their losses, but He Fan's side was losing a layer of cultivation.

The loss can be quickly replenished through elixirs. As long as the three of them seize the opportunity and take turns to restore their strength, they can attack in one go.

By then the strength of the other three people will be greatly reduced, and it will be useless no matter how large a group of cannon fodder is. Instead, they will be unable to use them due to the restrictions of the terrain, and the advantage will eventually become a disadvantage.

Soon a stick of incense time passed.

Seeing that there was no movement at the bottom of the mountain, the other two people in the village had already begun to summon again.

What they summoned this time was a skeleton wearing armor, holding a broadsword and a shield, with wisps of blue flames coming out of its eyes.

Although there were only two of them, they were obviously much better than He Fan's five cannon fodders.

The two of them looked at He Fan with secret joy in their hearts, but He Fan had no intention of summoning the ghosts of the mountains.

"Senior Brother He, you can summon him." Guo Fei reminded him.

"Oh!"

"Ah?" Guo Fei opened his mouth wide, feeling as if he had been hit by a nail.

Lu Fenghuang frowned, with a bad look on his face for a moment: "You blind man, you are just pretending to be a fool to show your face. If you can do it, get out if you can't do it. Don't make people dislike you here."

The corner of He Fan's mouth seemed to move, but he didn't seem to move. He just put away the cakes in his hands, picked up the big flag behind him, and walked into the house.

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.

"Damn it, you stinking blind man, I'll give you face!"

Lu Fenghuang's eyes widened, he jumped up suddenly, and was about to rush towards the house aggressively.

"Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Lu has something to say!" Guo Fei's expression changed drastically. At this time, there was an internal strife, but there was going to be a big problem.

But Lu Fenghuang had already made up his mind to teach He Fan a lesson.

He pushed Guo Fei away and was about to kick the door open when suddenly, there was a "Bang!!" sound and the door was slammed open by a black shadow.

Lu Fenghuang was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by the door. He instinctively summoned a big knife, but when he saw clearly, he found something that looked like a wild boar standing at the door.

This strange beast is about the size of a calf, round and red in shape, with a pig's nose, leopard's eyes, dog's ears, tiger's mouth, cow's hooves, and a lamb's tail.

It was the thunder beast "Fugui" that Zhang Jun gave to He Fan.

Fugui looked at the unfamiliar environment around him and looked around, but did not see Zhang Jun. A trace of panic and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Just when it was at a loss, He Fan behind him silently raised the chess piece in his hand, grasped the flagpole with both hands, braced his legs on the horse, and then shouted loudly: "Kill!!"

The big flag was used as a spear, and the spear head was aimed at the underside of the thunder beast's raised tail, and it was stabbed...

(End of this chapter)