Xianlu Spring and Autumn

"Congratulations, Brother Wang, congratulations, Brother Wang!"

A middle-aged man, wearing a black brocade robe, a ghost cultivator with the late stage of Lichen, is driving a blue sword light, shuttling in the sky above the world of mortals.

Suddenly, a joking sound like a hippie smiling face came from the ground, and a white sword light flew obliquely and approached.

The middle-aged man looked down, and the person on the white sword light was also a monk in the late stage of Lichen, with a hunchbacked figure, wrinkled face, as thin as an old monkey, wearing a wide and big robe, which looked a bit nondescript.

The old man looked gloomy and ugly, with a playful smile on his face.

"Where does the joy come from?"

The middle-aged man asked calmly, and the sword light slowed down slightly. After the old man arrived, the two of them walked side by side with swords in the direction of Linglong Pagoda.

"Today is the day of that fellow daoist's victory, but Brother Wang is going to be the last stepping stone on his road to victory. Isn't it a memorable happy event?"

The playful smile on the old man's face was even wider, and his wrinkles were tangled up, like an old chrysanthemum.

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man's complexion suddenly darkened, and his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say a few words about the scene where the winner or loser was still undecided, but he couldn't say anything.

That's right, today is Ye Bai's last battle, and this ghost cultivator named Wang Qingyu is his opponent.

"Brother Hou laughed!"

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man stared at the other party, and said every word in an unusually sullen voice, his eyes flickered with coldness, and he looked murderous.

"Just kidding, kidding."

The old man surnamed Hou waved his hand quickly, but there was no fear in his eyes, it can be seen that he is also a self-reliant cultivator, finished speaking.His complexion straightened, and he said again: "But then again, I am indeed somewhat envious of Brother Wang today."

"Why?"

Wang Qingyu asked again.

The old man surnamed Hou said: "This final battle will definitely attract many monks to witness the birth of another Baisheng strong man in tens of thousands of years. Brother Wang, as long as he doesn't die. The immortal stones earned in this battle are at least 5000 to [-] million. I arrived at the fairy stones that Brother Wang had played a dozen times before, my generation of monks, why should I care about face, the fairy stones that I earned are real, I wish I could play for Brother Wang."

I heard this.Wang Qingyu's complexion finally looked better, and he glanced around, only to see figures flying towards Linglong Pagoda from all directions.Colorful lights flicker in the sky.

After a while, Wang Qingyu entered the Linglong Pagoda. As soon as he entered, he suddenly saw at least seven or eight thousand monks.Standing around the arena, discussions abounded.This person's eyes lit up again.

The entrance fee of [-] immortal stones is definitely a small amount for these monks, but it adds up.Then divided into the hands of both attackers and defenders, it is definitely an objectively large amount. Hongchentian's offensive and defensive arena is definitely a good place to earn immortal stones.

Not only the attackers and the defenders, but also the city lord's mansion in the world of mortals. They only provided a site for the Linglong Pagoda, and a few monks who did odd jobs, and then waited to collect the money. It can be said that they are empty hands.

……

On the ring, Ye Bai looked relaxed, and when he swept past the crowd, he was also admiring.

"It's a pity that I don't have the ambition to form a force, otherwise I would have to follow the example of this senior Hongchen Sanren to arrange such a group arena and sit and collect the fairy stone!"

Ye Bai said in his heart.

"Senior, after the junior wins, will he be able to enter the ring again in the future?"

Ye Bai suddenly asked Chen Xi via voice transmission, with a smirk on his lips.

"Boy, haven't you earned enough?"

An old fox-like smile appeared on Chen Xi's face, and he smiled back through voice transmission.

Ye Bai laughed and said, "At least you have to earn enough immortal stones to hit the three realms of the Star Lord, that's enough."

"The heart is quite big!"

A bright light flashed in Chen Xi's eyes, and he snorted and said: "But the city lord has rules, monks who have won a hundred games in a row are not allowed to enter the ring again."

"Why?"

Ye Bai was startled.

Chen Xi straightened his face, showing reverence and said: "Because the primary purpose of the city lord's arrangement of the group arena is not to earn immortal stones, but to provide opportunities for monks who come and go here to find people or give advice. If every top monk , occupy the ring just like you, and the others will forever lose the chance to ask the city lord for help, this is not the situation he wants to see."

Hearing this, Ye Bai felt emotional. He respected Hongchen Sanren a little more. This senior seemed to be somewhat similar to Wuquan, with a big heart and compassion.

Of course, it was a pity for Ye Bai not to be able to enter the ring again. If he could quickly obtain a large amount of immortal stones through such a legitimate method, he would not be willing to do murder and robbery, even though he was killing people who deserved to be killed.

The two didn't speak any more.

At this moment, the voice of discussion suddenly became louder.

Ye Bai's eyes flashed, and after scanning around, he settled on Wang Qingyu who was walking towards the ring, knowing that this person was his opponent in the last battle.

"I've seen Brother Ye!"

From a long distance away, Wang Qingyu took the lead and slightly arched his hands.There was no abnormality on his face. After witnessing the battle between Ye Bai and Wu Quantum, no monk dared to show his arrogance after coming to power, otherwise he would be slapped and humiliated.

Ye Bai nodded slightly, his face became serious, and he reminded himself not to be careless.

……

In a short time, it will be noon.

The eyes of all the cultivators fell on the ring together.

"Fellow Daoist please first."

Ye Bai said lightly, it's not that he is arrogant, but since the battle with Wuquan, ordinary monks can't arouse his interest at all, and he hardly procrastinates and dawdles , in the group arena in a performance style, the opponent is defeated like lightning. If the opponent doesn't make a move first, I'm afraid they will lose before they have used their means.

"Brother Dao, offended!"

After Wang Qingyu said, the aura of the Dao Heart Wheel appeared on his body, and he pinched a hand slightly. On the ring, there was a ghostly aura, like a thick black smoke. In this black smoke, And with a black ghost-like existence.I couldn't see the face clearly, but there was a ghostly cry and wolf howl from my mouth.

There seemed to be some kind of primordial spirit attack in this voice. After the voice entered the ears, some juniors under Li Chen who were watching the battle in the distance directly spewed out a big mouthful of blood.passed out.

The Lichen monks also felt their souls twisted and trembling, and their heads ached.

call--

Moments later, there was a strong wind, and black smoke billowed up, rolling into a huge black storm.Wrapping Ye Bai in, Wang Qingyu also entered into the storm and disappeared without a trace. The black figure seemed to have also turned into those ghost shadows.

"This method is somewhat similar to my galaxy storm, but it has added the method of attacking the primordial spirit."

Ye Bai was in the black storm, and his figure rotated with the black storm.His naked eyes and spiritual consciousness can see all the movements in the storm.But just can't find the real location of Wang Qingyu.

Outside Ye Bai's body, the wall of sinking and the artistic conception space barrier opened together, waiting for more attacks from Wang Qingyu.Then there were waves in the space to capture his position, but the attack never came.

"Fellow Daoist, if you plan to attack me after my primordial spirit is seriously injured, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The tyranny of my primordial spirit is far beyond your imagination."

Ye Bai said lightly.

In the black storm, no one spoke, and the other party didn't seem to believe it.

Roar--

Not only that, but the sound of the ghost roar became louder, suddenly sharp and abnormal, sometimes as low as the roar of a wild animal, and sometimes it seemed to be the moaning sound of a woman's soul-stirring.

"Troublesome guy, then I--you're welcome!"

Ye Bai said coldly, and after finishing speaking, he started to pinch his hands.

Peng——

The crimson flame, centered on Ye Bai's body, was born suddenly, forming a huge flame storm, which swept in all directions. This was the first time Ye Bai used the flame galaxy storm in the ring battle.

bang bang bang-

The sound of explosion came suddenly, resounding over the ring.

The flame galaxy storm and the black ghost storm launched a fierce collision, and the sound of ghost howling became stronger and stronger.

Ye Bai's face was stern, his eyes flashed, silently feeling the abnormality in the storm of the two groups' confrontation, this move was to force the other party out.

Six black awns suddenly appeared, coming from different directions, not directly, but flowing like smoke, with fast speed, the black awns came from the mouths of six black ghosts, these six groups of black awns were so subtle that they were almost imperceptible , mixed in the black smoke, even more like a lurking poisonous snake, almost just shot out, it reached a few feet away from Ye Bai's head.

Wang Qingjuan finally made a move.

"Your Excellency has been exposed!"

Ye Bai didn't even look at the black awn that was shot, he shot out fiercely, swept towards a certain direction, raised his arms and punched, and displayed the newly created space turbulence!

The silver river of thunder surged forward with a turbulent momentum.

In the storm in the void, a palm shadow suddenly appeared, and it slapped towards the river of thunder, and the sound of the bombardment reappeared, but after only a few breaths, the palm shadow exploded into nothingness, a black figure, screaming It flew out backwards, but was sucked back by the storm!

Even if this space turbulence can only reach the level of ten thousand swords breaking one method, it is not something Wang Qingyu can compete with.

"If you don't admit defeat, when will you wait?"

Ye Bai yelled loudly, and the silver thunder river continued to bombard the opponent without any carelessness.

As for the six clusters of black awns just now, they only smashed Ye Bai's wall of sinking, not even the barrier of artistic conception space.

Ye Bai's eyes lit up, even if he didn't want to make a name for himself, at the last moment of the battle, he couldn't stop feeling his heart surging.

The black figure, like torn cotton wool, struggled to support in the silver thunder river, and trembled violently. At the same time, the ghost in the black storm spit out black lights unknowingly, and hit Ye Bai. , it was a little stronger, and even the wall of sinking and the barrier of artistic conception space could not be completely taken over.

Ye Bai's mind turned, and he directly displayed immobility like a mountain, without any flaws.

"I admit defeat!"

Wang Qingyu's voice came, finally admitting defeat.

Forcing Ye Bai to be as immobile as a mountain is because he has tried his best, even if it is Chen Xi, he can't be too demanding.

call--

After a gust of wind, the flame storm and the black storm dispersed together.

Ye Bai stood in the void, with a masculine body, a stern expression on his face, silver thunder filled his fists, his aura was astonishing

Success in all battles! (to be continued~^~)