Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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In the world of mortals, all the cultivators are sensational!

Lei Chi was killed, and a new strongman entered the offensive and defensive arena!

This news was spread to ten, ten, and hundreds of cultivators. In just a few hours, it spread. Of course, there may not be no support from the monks of the City Lord's Mansion. The purpose is naturally to attract more monks to watch the battle.

Ye Bai's reputation is gradually rising!

Whether it is his three-heart runner supernatural power, or the flame of the Dao heart, or the final swallowing of darkness, it has become a topic that all monks talk about, and even aroused the desire of many monks to turn the three-heart wheel. Some monks, He even went into seclusion immediately and began to understand, hoping to learn something from this battle.

……

And after Ye Bai bid farewell to the old man surnamed Chen, he also left the Linglong Pagoda with Jin Lei Shuai and Leng Tianyu, and returned to the cave in the west mountain.

"Junior brother is indeed generous, the dividend of 2000 million immortal stones was given away casually."

Huang Jinlei was used to hard times, and he didn't even have this fairy stone in his hand, so he couldn't help but feel a little bit reluctant.

Ye Bai smiled slightly and said, "When senior brother grows up in strength, he will never pay attention to this fairy stone."

Jin Leishuai nodded and said with a smile: "In this cultivation world, only monks who have climbed higher are worthy of more cultivation resources. Although Lei Chi has a lot of money, he didn't get it for nothing. This person After all, it has won more than 40 games in a row."

Ye Bai nodded.

Leng Tianyu said cautiously: "Senior Brothers, don't be careless. Senior Brother Ye has obtained so many fairy stones. If it is really a victory, there will be more fairy stones. There will be a lot of monks coveting, maybe there will be starry sky monks."

This son has fully imitated Ji Cangmang's temperament, serious and cautious, with a broad and resolute bearing.The other person who has learned Ji Cangmang's temperament is Ji Cangmang's personal disciple Wang Zhongling.

When Ye Bai heard Leng Tianyu's words, joy flashed in his eyes. Although Leng Tianyu's realm was low, he acted prudently and low-key, thoughtful, and was the type of person most trustworthy and trustworthy.

"Junior brother, don't worry. I have expected this matter. After I win the battle, I will definitely ask Senior Hongchen Sanren to lend us a teleportation array, so that we can leave here without anyone noticing."

Ye Bai said.

Leng Tianyu nodded.

The corners of Ye Bai's mouth suddenly moved, and he said with a smile: "Junior Brother and Senior Brother Jin. Are you relieved of my strength now? You don't have to watch tomorrow's match, just focus on cultivation. For you now, the improvement of realm , is far more important than watching other monks fight."

The two thought about it.Nod in agreement.Although he didn't ask, he could vaguely feel that Ye Bai was still hiding something, at least in today's battle.They didn't even use magic weapons, they didn't think that, with Ye Bai's net worth, he didn't even have a few good magic weapons.

After returning to Jin Leishuai's cave, Ye Bai immediately went into his own secret room, took out two half-swallowed Fire Cloud Halberds, and released Unrestrained Thunder Flame again to devour them.

The purple flame fluttered slightly, and it was filled with thunder and lightning.

Ye Bai stared at the unrestrained Lei Yan whose aura was gradually rising, and fell into deep thought.

"If the power of Unconstrained Thunder Flame can continue to increase, it must be another powerful method of mine, but I still need to create a method based on this fire."

Ye Bai was talking to himself, his eyes flickering.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was the second day.

On this day, it was destined to attract a lot of monks to enter the Linglong Pagoda to watch the battle. After the news that Ye Bai killed Lei Chi spread, many monks who did not go in yesterday regretted it and missed a good show.And when they heard that Ye Bai was going to face the next cultivator with injuries today, they immediately became excited.

This is what you are looking at!

Before noon, there were already waves of monks flying towards the direction of the Linglong Tower, and even many monks under Lichen were ready to move, begging their elders to take them in to experience it.

But in a certain inn room in the world of mortals, the two monks were frowning.

"Brother, in my opinion, this battle is not going to be planned, we leave here immediately, or we will lose face!"

The sound was humming.

The monk who spoke was a short, stocky ghost cultivator who looked like a middle-aged man, with a full face and a rude look, and his voice was somewhat depressed and helpless.

After finishing speaking, the person said: "That kid looks indifferent, but when he goes crazy, he gives me the feeling that he is more dangerous and terrifying than Lei Chi. He must be a madman who kills without blinking an eye."

The monk he called senior brother was a ghost cultivator with the appearance of a beautiful bearded old man. He had half-white and half-black hair, neat and tidy, and was wearing a blue brocade robe. It could be seen that he should have been a monk who paid great attention to appearance when he was alive. Thinking, eyes full of struggle.

Both of them have the realm of the late stage of Lichen, and their aura is strong, but they have not turned to the vitality of cultivating immortality.

Hearing the short and strong man's words, the brocade robed old man's eyes flashed, and he said softly: "It's fine if I use other methods, even if I can't beat it, I can still admit defeat, just afraid that the man will display that weird dark space Envelop me in it, even if I want to admit defeat, no one will hear it."

"That's it!"

The short and strong man said: "Senior brother, it's not that I underestimate you, you are probably no match for that guy."

"Thank you, Junior Brother, for saving me some face. It's not mostly, it's for sure!"

Hearing this, the old man in brocade robe smiled and said, "But junior brother, do you know how many monks will watch the battle today? I'm afraid it will be no less than five or six thousand. If we can get the final fairy stone reward, even if we fail in the end, plus our own With all the hard earned money these years, you should be able to almost buy the fairy formula in the largest shop in Hongchentian, this risk is worth taking!"

"But--"

What the short and stout man wanted to say was stopped by the man in brocade robe.

"Just do it!"

The old man in brocade robes looked decisively, and said in a deep and powerful voice: "I have already decided that the two of us are already too old, and we can no longer stagnate in the late stage of Lichen. Besides, my Dao heart of Pang Hai— —and don’t allow me to flee without a fight!”

"Brother-"

The short and stout man let out a cry, not knowing what to say anymore.

The old man in brocade robe patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry too much. As long as that fellow Taoist is not crazy, he will definitely not kill one after another. It will not do him any good."

The short and strong man was not stupid. After thinking about it, he nodded in agreement helplessly.

"But I still have to stay one step behind!"

The old man in brocade robe said again, reached into his storage space, and began to grope, after a while, he took out a storage bag.Handed it to the short and strong man, said with a smile: "Junior brother, all my wealth is here, please keep it carefully and don't lose it. If I die, it will belong to you."

After finishing speaking, the old man removed the restraint of the room and strode out the door.Walk firmly.

"Brother, are you not worried about me swallowing it?"

The stocky man followed and shouted.

The sound of laughter came.

……

Linglong Tower.Ye Bai stood upright on the arena made of golden light and shadow, but his breath seemed to be floating, as if his injury hadn't healed yet.This is obvious, after all, only one day has passed.

His eyes swept across the lines, and there were at least five thousand figures of monks, their eyes shining.It seems that they are not monks, but human statues made of immortal stones flowing with immortal vitality.

Among the [-] monks, although many are Nascent Soul monks, Ye Bai doesn't care, and neither does the old man surnamed Chen, as long as they hand in genuine immortal stones.

Ye Bai never thought that he would be so tempted by Xianshi after he advanced to the late stage of Lichen, as if in this arena, he was born with a kind of magical power that could magnify the desire in a monk's heart.

After flashing his gaze for a few times, Ye Bai put down his greedy thoughts, calmed down, and his face calmed down. Ji Cangmang's four-character exhortation appeared in his mind, don't be careless.

After a while, his opponent finally walked through the void. It was the old man in brocade robe.

All eyes were on the two of them

"Pang Hai met fellow Taoist."

The brocade robed old man was polite and did not dare to provoke wantonly.

"I have seen fellow Daoist."

Ye Bai replied lightly.

There was no tension between the two of them. Seeing this scene, some monks who were lined up behind Pang Hai breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time were somewhat disappointed.

Time passed quickly, and it was noon. After the old man surnamed Chen drank, the two of them started fighting without talking nonsense.

Whoosh whoosh—

The sharp wind whistled.

Pang Hai didn't know how long he had been practicing. Although he hadn't turned into immortal energy, his mana was powerful and powerful, and his primordial power was also extremely powerful. At the beginning, he activated eight magic weapons like flying swords, and he was the wind. General flickering in the sky above the arena, hand tricks flying pinch.

Among the eight swords, seven flying swords are gorgeous and exquisite in shape, corresponding to the attributes of the seven series of vitality, shining with corresponding lights, extremely conspicuous, and the grade is a middle-grade spirit treasure.

Only the eighth sword is simple in shape, black in color, dim in light, completely unaware of the corresponding vitality attribute, but its aura is higher than those of the seven swords, and it has the rank of top-grade Lingbao. The sound is especially clear and loud, like a dragon chant!

These eight swords seemed to be a set, and after they were blasted out together, they faintly formed a strange pattern like a formation.

After the seven flying swords of middle-grade spirit treasures were shot out, they didn't directly attack Ye Bai, but soared into the air, forming a spoon-like pattern in the sky above Ye Bai's head. The distance was huge, almost covering the entire offensive and defensive arena, and Ye Bai was naturally among them.

As soon as this shape was formed, the seven swords flashed with light, and even the shape of the sword disappeared, leaving only seven clusters of star-like light floating in the void, like seven stars.

In Ye Bai's heart, a warning sign came suddenly, and he immediately felt a strange force entangled him, as if an insect had fallen into some kind of spider's web. The movements of his hands and feet were obviously slower. The effects are somewhat similar, but Xuanao is quite different.

"Interesting, magic weapon can still play like this? Eye-opening!"

Ye Bai's eyes lit up.

If Pang Hai's method is just to bind and bind Ye Bai, of course he can't win. The attack comes from the eighth sword. Pang Hai's finger tactic leads the eighth sword to shoot at Ye Bai, revealing an indescribable sharpness. meaning!

"Fellow Daoist, my method is called Beidou Sword Formation. It is a formation method I accidentally obtained from the lost fairyland, and then arranged after searching for magic weapons. The eighth sword is called the North Pole. Please taste it, fellow Daoist !"

Pang Hai said in a very graceful manner, his voice was neither humble nor overbearing, and also showed a bit of arrogance. (to be continued~^~)