We are cannon fodder, and we are leading the way in cultivating immortals.

Wen Xiangyi thought about it. How could a character like Long Aotian achieve a breakthrough through elixirs?
"That's right. With your strength, you don't need it at all." She smiled and helped Jiang Shaobai sit down on the chair.

Ling Lan grabbed a handful of melon seeds and looked outside while eating them, "How come after a long fight, only the three of us came out? Are the others so slow?"

Wen Xiangyi also grabbed a handful of melon seeds, "You think everyone can beat melon seeds as well as you two?"

Ling Lan spat out the melon seed skin and crossed her legs with a lazy expression, "Rather than being able to fight, I envy your good luck. You cut melons and vegetables all the way."

Jiang Shaobai looked at Wen Xiangyi with some surprise, "Xiangyi, haven't you met a strong enemy?"

Wen Xiangyi shook his head and sighed, "I always feel that this is not a good sign. I feel like I am holding back a big move waiting for me."

Ling Lan put down the melon seeds, clapped her hands, handed a cup of tea to Wen Xiangyi and said with a smile, "Okay, maybe your luck will always be good."

Wen Xiangyi took the tea and took a sip, "I hope so."

After resting for about a quarter of an hour, people entered the waiting area one after another. Perhaps because the battle had just ended, almost everyone had a bit of a cold spirit about them.

After all the leaders were selected, the monk in charge of controlling the arena immediately arranged the finals without giving them any time to rest.

During the lottery, Wen Xiangyi was very worried that she would run into Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai, which would not be worthwhile for them regardless of winning or losing.

Perhaps her prayers were successful, and the three of them were assigned different opponents.

Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai were in the first and second batches respectively, while Wen Xiangyi was in the last batch.

Each of them was assigned a jade card. After injecting spiritual power, the basic situation of their opponent would be displayed on it.

Wen Xiangyi actually wanted to be as lucky as before, draw someone who was better than him, and after defeating the opponent with three strikes, five additions and two, he happily joined the casual cultivator alliance.

However, when she injected spiritual power into the jade card and saw the other party's basic information, her hands couldn't stop shaking and her expression suddenly froze.

She knows it!

She knew how could the goddess of luck visit so frequently?The smooth journey to the finals was just preparation for a fierce battle!

Sure enough, he is holding back his ultimate move!
Jade card information displays:
Name: Lu Tuo

Sex: Male
Occupation: Swordsman

Cultivation: Early stage of Jindan

"It's finally my turn to be lucky. I didn't expect that I would catch someone who had just established a foundation. Sure enough, this is a competition of pure luck!" Ling Lan happily held the jade token and walked to Wen Xiangyi's side.

"How is your opponent?"

Wen Xiangyi said nothing and showed him the information on the jade plaque with a dull face.

Ling Lan gasped after seeing it, "It's actually two realms higher than you!"

If it were a level higher than Wen Xiangyi, he believed she could handle it.

But these two realms are completely different, not to mention that this swordsman named Lu Tuo has crossed the threshold of the Golden Core stage!
You must know that although the Dzogchen Stage of Foundation Establishment and the Golden Elixir Stage are only one level apart, the gap is also vastly deep, not to mention that Wen Xiangyi has just entered the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!

It wouldn't matter if the other party was from another profession. Maybe Zhang could use his own advantage as a sword cultivator to make up for the shortcomings caused by his cultivation. But what a coincidence, the other party was also a sword cultivator!
Jiang Shaobai frowned when he saw the opponent Wen Xiangyi had drawn, "Xiangyi, you have to be well prepared." Wen Xiangyi sighed, "The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. There is no room for regret now, just If you can bite the bullet, just use it as a way to accumulate combat experience for yourself."

Ling Lan patted her shoulder, "I believe you can do it. I have some magic weapons here, how about you pick a few?"

Wen Xiangyi shook his head, "No need, I'm not used to using magic weapons, and it might be self-defeating."

Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai looked at each other, said a few words of comfort, and then quietly waited for the final to begin.

After the final started, Ling Lan took the lead on the ring.

Wen Xiangyi and Jiang Shaobai were sitting in the waiting area staring at the huge water-moon mirror. As soon as they picked up the tea in their hands, Ling Lan had already put his sword across the other's neck.

The other party was a seductive cultivator who specialized in the art of charm. She was dressed in very fragrant clothes. She twisted her slender waist and came on stage and began to use her charm skills. Unexpectedly, Ling Lan had no idea of ​​​​pitying the beauty and cherishing the jade, and directly defeated the enemy with one move.

The female cultivator originally wanted to use some means to call out the blooming albizia flowers. With a soft voice, she looked away and tried to seduce Ling Lan.

Ling Lan tsked lightly, pinched her nose and said with a look of disgust, "This fellow Taoist hasn't bathed in several years, and the smell is already there."

The female cultivator's face flushed with anger, and she knew that she was no match for Ling Lan. She bit her pink lips, stamped her feet, and flew off the ring.

The opponent Jiang Shaobai met was a magic cultivator. As soon as he entered the ring, he used all kinds of fancy magical weapons, which were surrounded by colorful lights, almost dazzling Wen Xiangyi's 24k scalar titanium alloy dog. Eye.

She shook her head and clicked her tongue while chewing the spiritual fruit, "Those who knew it thought he was a cultivator of immortality, and those who didn't know thought it was the male god Jack Su who came to the world. This guy dodged it for me."

Ling Lan said seriously, "I think Xiaobai may need a pair of sunglasses."

As they were talking here, a battle started on Jiang Shaobai's side.

The cultivation level of the magic cultivator was a little higher than Jiang Shaobai's, but obviously he also realized that the sword cultivator was good at leapfrog challenges, so he was not careless in the slightest and had more defensive magic weapons.

However, his method of using defense as offense would not work with sword cultivators. Jiang Shaobai's sword was as bright as the wind. The sharp sword edge reflected dazzling light under the polar night beads, and the sword body directly penetrated layers of magical weapons. Go straight to the opponent's vital points!
He was so fast that even the Shuiyue Mirror didn't catch the moment he made the move.

The monk did not react for a moment. When he realized that his defensive weapon was not working, Jiang Shaobai's sword was already touching his Dantian, and if he applied a little force, it would penetrate.

"Promise." Jiang Shaobai stared at him expressionlessly.

The monks watching the battle below were in an uproar. They all said that a monk in the Qi refining stage could be so fast and defeat the enemy with one move. It was simply terrifying!
The monk knew that he had lost. Although he was a little unwilling to do so, he also understood that his skills were inferior to others, so he jumped down from the ring dejectedly.

Ling Lan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Long Aotian has an aura. I defeated the enemy with one move just now. How come no one is bragging about me?"

Wen Xiangyi said with a smile, "Maybe it's because I think you don't know how to show mercy to others."

Ling Lan curled her lips and said nothing.

The finals were in full swing, and time passed by bit by bit. When it was already dark outside, the last competition finally came.

"Wish me good luck." Wen Xiangyi stood up holding the Sword of Eternal Life.

She looked at the wide arena, and she felt a tragic feeling as if the wind was rustling and the water was cold, and that a strong man would never come back again.