Cultivation starts from being a ghost

Chapter 420 Old Rabbit

While speaking, the battle on the field had already been decided. Qi Huaishan took out a ten thousand soul banner, relying on the fact that there were three ghost kings in it, so that the female cultivator on the opposite side had no chance, but after this guy won, he was still very polite It's a bit too much to ask someone for a sound transmission talisman.

"If it's Murong Qianqian in the next match, none of you will fight me!" Chu Tianlong was gearing up, as if he wanted to marry her, but Zhang Xiaoming next to him was downcast, obviously having lost his relationship with the first one. A chance to confront beautiful women.

As a result, the opponent's sixth appearance was a male cultivator, and a Nascent Soul cultivator, Lin Shaobai volunteered to appear.

It is undeniable that Lin Shaobai's strength is indeed high. At the beginning, he had a tie with the monk who was a level higher than him. If the opponent didn't have a very powerful defensive magic weapon, he might have a chance to win again.

It's just that he is also a veteran who has experienced many battles. When he found that his attack power was not as good as his, he adopted a defensive and counterattack strategy, slowly consuming his mana and physical strength. Since then, after nearly half an hour of fierce fighting, his mana was seriously consumed, and The monk made a sudden effort, and in the end he lost to his opponent.

Six matches were tied three-to-three, and it was Qin Chuan's turn to send someone to play first, "Can you make it to this match?"

"I won't go, I have to wait for Murong Qianqian!"

Qin Chuan glanced at his team, Zhang Xiaoming, Zhang Xiaomo, Wen Wan, Su Yifeng and Qi Huaishan have all played, so they can be excluded, Su Yifei is the weakest, there is no need to play.

"Let me do it!" Chen Peng volunteered.

"Be careful, admit defeat if you can't do it, I'm still behind!"

Chen Peng nodded, and flew into the arena. To Chu Tianlong's regret, it was Murong Qianqian who appeared on the stage from Wanxiao Immortal Palace.

The two fought together after giving their first and last names. What was very surprising was that Murong Qianqian's name was elegant, and his looks were undeniable, but the fighting was very fierce, and he was very good at close combat.

Chen Peng's fighting power was not bad either. He cast array treasures while defending, trapping the woman for a while, but when the opponent took out a token-shaped magic weapon, those arrays could no longer trap her, and Chen Peng could only admit defeat in the end.

Seven games and four losses, if you lose another game, there is no need to continue, so Qin Chuan no longer asks for Chu Tianlong's opinion, and plays in person. This game must be won, and Wanxiao Xiangong also understands this One point, the one who appeared was the leader of the opponent, and also a male cultivator with the highest cultivation level among all of them, who was already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

"Friend Daoist, I advise you to admit defeat. Given the difference in cultivation between you and me, is there still a need for a competition?"

"It's better to compare, it's not easy to just admit defeat!"

"That's right, I'm next to Han Changping!"

"So it's Senior Han, who's going to Qinchuan!"

"Well, friend Daoist Qin please first!"

"Senior, be careful!" Qin Chuan had already rushed over before he finished speaking.

Han Changping smiled slightly, raised his hand and sent out an ice storm, and at the same time, three silver throwing knives surrounded him from both sides.

Facing the engulfing ice storm, Qin Chuan did not dodge or dodge. He cast Flying Sand and Flying Stones. Two somewhat similar spells collided and entangled, and then dissipated at the same time.

The three flying knives arrived in no time, his body moved slightly, and suddenly turned into four figures and rushed towards Han Changping.

Han Changping was slightly surprised, but his reaction was not slow. He quickly turned into a smooth slick and turned to one side. At the same time, the three flying knives turned into dozens of knives and shot at the four figures.

Three of the figures were broken and turned into fluorescent lights, and the remaining one was naturally the real body.

Dodging the shot of the knife light, looked at Han Changping who was chasing after him with a flying knife in the distance, and nodded secretly in his heart. The opponent's strength is indeed good, and it seems that he has cultivated some kind of evasion method, and the possibility of winning by surprise is unlikely, so Take out the five-color divine light tower and the army-breaking thorn, and plan to wait for the opportunity first

The speed of the three flying knives was extremely fast, and the five-color divine light tower was cut through as soon as it released the mask, but the flying knives were also bounced away.

Han Changping's formulas were fired again and again, and the flying knife circled for a second time. The five-color divine light tower did not cast a mask, but emitted countless light threads. The light threads that looked thinner than hair actually had an extremely strong force. Toughness, the flying knife was blocked after only advancing about Zhang Xu, not only that, the blocked flying knife was instantly entangled by those light threads.

"En?" Han Changping groaned inwardly, pointed at the flying knives, and the three flying knives instantly turned into giant blades, barely breaking through the light threads, but suddenly a white beam of light shot out, and one of the flying knives "swish!" "It was taken away with a sound.

Qin Chuan gained momentum and refused to let others go. The Pojun Spike turned into a huge mouth and swallowed another flying knife. At the same time, he gathered a wall of spiritual power to block the flying knife's retreat.

Han Changping was naturally unwilling to let the other two flying knives be taken away. With a thought, the two flying knives transformed into a series of lights and shadows, and the naked eye could not tell the truth from the fake.

The distorted huge mouth of the Broken Army Stab failed to bite the flying knife, and immediately chased and slashed the flying knife.

Qin Chuan smiled slightly, and pointed his finger at Po Jun. This treasure also became huge. Instead of chasing the original flying knife, he faced the huge flying knife instead.

The two magic weapons collided with each other in mid-air, and there was a crisp sound of "dang", and they returned to their original bodies at the same time, but the throwing knife shot back backwards with a mournful sound, and the judgment was made on whose magic weapon was better .

Han Changping looked at the cracks on the flying knives and was heartbroken. He retracted the two flying knives and drew out a small silver bow and an almost transparent flying sword. As soon as the flying sword flew out, it immediately disappeared into the void .

Seeing the disappearing flying sword, Qin Chuan was a little speechless. Needless to say, the other party's flying sword, like Wuhen, was made of extraterritorial magic gold.

The five-color divine light tower casts a mask again to prevent the opponent from attacking, and at the same time manipulates the broken army to stab the opponent.

The sound of bowstrings sounded, and three golden arrows of light hit the five-color mask in an instant, and the pagoda radiated a burst of brilliance, and the arrows of light disappeared without a trace as if they were absorbed.

Han Changping once again showed a surprised expression. No matter what he said, this bow was a top-quality magic weapon, but it had no effect at all. This made him feel helpless against the defensive power of the five-color divine light tower.

Seeing the Pojun stab slashing towards him, he hurriedly turned into a stream of light to dodge. The Pojun stab was not slow, but he couldn't catch up with him, so he felt relieved, so he tried to attack with magic again. The strange cold air spread to the surroundings, and the people watching the battle retreated one after another, but this powerful spell had no effect on the five-color mask.

Qin Chuan was no stranger to the spell of Frozen Thousand Miles, and he immediately responded with embarrassment. In the blink of an eye, he condensed into a ball the size of a fist and shot it out. It was the Tai Chi Divine Thunder he had just created.

Han Changping sensed the terrifying thunder force contained in the beads, and immediately condensed an ice shield in front of him.

With a sound of "Boom", the thunder beads exploded, and the ice shield instantly turned into countless ice slags, and many arcs of flying lightning hit him. Fortunately, he was defended by the treasure clothes, otherwise he would definitely suffer a small loss.

Qin Chuan was not very satisfied with this blow, because the flying speed of the thunder ball was a bit slow, not as direct as the lightning, so he gave up continuing to condense the thunder ball, and changed to the condensed spirit bomb, which not only saves mana, but also has enough speed quick.

Han Changping saw the air clusters condensed by the heavenly energy and the earth flying towards the moon like meteors, and he followed suit. He also condensed the spiritual energy bombs. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he thought that his ability to manipulate the heaven and earth energy was better than that of the opponent. .

But to his great surprise, the opponent's aura bomb was obviously several times stronger than his. Fortunately, this thing's lethality was not enough, otherwise it would suffer again.

The two came and went, one side relied on the subtlety of escapism, the other relied on the powerful defense of the magic weapon, no one could do anything, and a stalemate formed for a while.

Relatively speaking, everyone watching the battle for Qin Chuan secretly worried for him, because there is a huge difference in the power of the two sides, it is obvious who will be unable to hold on after a long time.

"Old Zhang, didn't you say that Lao Qin has a powerful baby, why doesn't he use it?" Chu Tianlong asked Zhang Xiaoming next to him.

"Who knows, maybe he wants to stay behind!"

"At this time, what's left behind, don't you understand the truth that change comes later?"

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After a deadlock for another stick of incense, Qin Chuan seemed to be running out of mana. He put away the five-color divine light pagoda, took out a dragon-headed cane, and quickly approached Han Changping, giving the impression that he wanted to win through close combat. .

Han Changping was secretly happy, he pulled the bow continuously, and the golden arrow shot with the sound of piercing through the air.

Qin Chuan had no choice but to dodge with light escape, and at the same time manipulate the army-breaking thorn to split into dozens of blades to attack, hoping to block his way out.

Han Changping immediately turned into a stream of light and flew tens of feet away. Seeing Qin Chuan coming to intercept him, he did not continue to evade, but quickly gathered a formula, "Space Prison!"

Qin Chuan was very "obedient" and was fixed in the air. Almost at the same time, a transparent flying sword suddenly appeared not far behind him.

"It's over!" Chu Tianlong was discouraged for a while, and even Chen Peng sighed.

However, something that no one expected happened. The flying sword stopped suddenly when it was a foot away from Qin Chuan, and Qin Chuan, who was supposed to be imprisoned, raised his sleeve, and a white light shot out. The flying sword was tucked into the cuff at once.

"Ah...how is this possible?" Han Changping couldn't believe his eyes. The magical power of space confinement he was proud of actually failed. What's even more weird is that the natal flying sword would be immobilized, which is too unimaginable.

Some of the people watching the battle noticed something unusual, that is, the crutch in Qin Chuan's hand had emitted a coquettish brilliance, and there seemed to be a milky white brilliance flashing across his body.

"I see, that milky white brilliance is the forbidden bead!" Chen Peng was the first to react, because he was there when Qin Chuan asked his master for the forbidden bead, and one of them was specially designed to break the space restriction.

"Grass, it turns out to be the Forbidden Breaking Pearl!" Chu Tianlong also showed a dazed expression.

"You only know one thing, that crutch is also a rare treasure, and it is this thing that holds the flying sword in place!" Qi Huaishan's eyes were more vicious than everyone else's.

In fact, Qin Chuan is not a procrastination person, it can be said that he is more decisive and ruthless than everyone present, and he has not used the ultimate move before, because he has his own considerations.

It is not difficult for him to win this round, but if he loses the next round, he will still not be able to get the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng, so he must not only win this battle, but also obtain enough chips for emergencies.

As the leader of the opponent, Han Changping's natal magic weapon is perfect as a bargaining chip. The opponent hides the flying sword in the void, and then waits for an opportunity to sneak attack. creating condition.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the other party was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and he could already use the supernatural power of space confinement. It was a coincidence that he sacrificed the forbidden orb, or it was luck. Eighteen-armed monsters use this treasure to break the confinement for easy escape, and the immortality plays a role here.

Others didn't know these details, they just thought that Qin Chuan had planned it long ago, Chu Tianlong touched his head, "Old Qin is too dark, I need to be careful in the future, so as not to be betrayed by him and have to take care of him." Count the money!"

"Since Shengming, He Shengchuan!" Kong Ming said in a desolate tone.

"I said earlier that his city is extremely deep!" Lin Shaobai, who had been silent recently, murmured.

"If Fellow Daoist Qin doesn't have a snack machine, he doesn't deserve to be our captain!" Zhang Xiaomo raised a different opinion.

"Yeah, we are our own people, the deeper his calculations, the better for us!" Chen Peng also supported, and Wen Wan immediately agreed.

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The fight was still going on, Han Changping did not admit defeat because he lost his natal flying sword, on the contrary he became even crazier, not only showed his ability to press the bottom of the box, but even called out a helper, this helper was a half-shaped snow sculpture.

Head-to-head is not impossible, Qin Chuan didn't want to do things to the extreme, so the five-color divine light pagoda was sacrificed again, and shrunk in the "turtle shell" again.

Han Changping couldn't break the tortoise's shell, and only hoped that the other party's mana would be exhausted soon, but to his despair, Qin Chuan took out a jade bottle and drank a drop of diluted Wannian Lingrui, and his mana instantly recovered.

After another moment of stalemate, Qin Chuan didn't want to play anymore, and was about to take out the bird whistle, when he suddenly saw a silver light spot in the distant sky approaching rapidly.

"Senior Han, call again later, someone is here!"

Han Changping was stunned for a moment, his consciousness swept away, and then he stopped the snow sculpture who was still attacking. Others also noticed that the situation had changed, and all looked over.

In just a few breaths, a silver-gray battleship appeared in sight. Fifteen monks got off the battleship. Their clothes were very different from Zhongzhou's style, and they were obviously not Zhongzhou's monks.

What made everyone even more uneasy was that these people were all in the Nascent Soul stage, and their eyes looked at everyone as if they were looking at fat sheep.

"Haha, it's really lively. What kind of good thing makes you guys fight, why don't you let the old man see it too!" An old man who looked like he was in his fifties said kindly, but it was hard to let his face full of flesh. People let down their guard against him.

"We're just trying to learn about skills. There's nothing good about it. Fellow Daoists are overthinking it!" Han Changping said first.

"Really?" The old man nodded noncommittally, then glanced at the people on both sides, and when his eyes fell on Murong Qianqian, he couldn't take his eyes off, "Tsk tsk, what a beautiful girl, why don't you be my concubine?" how?"

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to be an enemy of our Wanxiao Immortal Palace?" Han Changping's face became gloomy.

"I said, it turned out to be from the Wanxiao Immortal Palace. No wonder the girls are so juicy. Unfortunately, the number is too small to be enough, but boys are also fine. Fan Daoyou, I heard that you have a habit of Longyang, turn around These descendants will be given to you!"

"Hey, thank you Brother Jia!" A middle-aged monk who spoke in a sissy manner and was dressed in an extremely feminine way responded, his peach blossom eyes wandered back and forth on everyone, and finally fell on Chu Tianlong, "Tsk tsk , this big guy, those pectoral muscles, and those bitch eyes, it's so cute, little guy, what's your name?"

Chu Tianlong couldn't help but shivered, "You old rabbit, die!"

"Hmph, you're so naughty, I'll suck you up later!"

(End of this chapter)