Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 542

After finishing speaking, Fang Yan ignored the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk, and was about to take a step, when he suddenly felt a force coming towards him.

Standing still, Fang Yan turned around and looked at the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk with a cold look: "What do you mean? You want to challenge?"

"Haha, how arrogant, a monk who has just broken through to the late Yuanying stage dares to be so arrogant, get out, otherwise no matter who is behind you, they will not be able to protect you." The Yuanying Dzogchen monk laughed, but he didn't laugh at all. Meaning, said coldly, with an extremely domineering tone.

The most indispensable thing in the central arena is anger, and the most common thing is to challenge fighting skills. There are endless challenges for no reason, not to mention that now they are all fighting for the opportunity to get close to the distracted monk. Originally, there were hundreds of people in a row without a single one. Faw, many monks were feeling a little depressed, when they heard that there seemed to be a fight here, the moment the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk laughed, the situation here had attracted the attention of everyone around.

The eyes of hundreds of people around turned to the two confronting people in an instant. Just looking at the difference in cultivation between the two, many people lost interest at the moment. The challenge is only possible if the cultivation is similar. Now it is obvious that a Nascent Soul Dzogchen is only one step away from the Distracted Great Cultivator, and the other one has just broken through the late stage of Nascent Soul. This kind of gap rarely leads to real fights. The purpose of fighting here is to improve the cultivation, not to come here. court death.

It might be possible if the person who said the outrageous words just now came from the side with a lower level of cultivation, but everyone has heard that those ruthless words just now belonged to the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk in front of him. Binding another person by means is not a challenge, but oppression. Strength in the cultivation world is respected, and those with high cultivation bases naturally have this qualification. In the current situation, as long as the monk with a slightly lower cultivation base bows his head and succumbs, the battle will be over. Will not continue.

Things were not as they expected. Not only did the cultivator with a much lower cultivation level in their eyes not move away, but his body was shaken, shaking the mana bound on his body, and at the same time he uttered an even crazier sentence: " roll."

With just one word, everyone around was stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed, watching it with excitement.

"Longzi, don't you claim to be a know-it-all? What is the origin of this fellow Taoist, and you are so flamboyant." A monk stared at the dialect for a long time, but couldn't recognize it. He immediately asked his friend for advice. As soon as the words came out, several people around All attention was attracted.

Taoist Longzi, who is known as a know-it-all, does not have a high level of cultivation, but he enjoys the feeling of being noticed. He stroked his goatee, smiled mysteriously, and whispered to the surrounding people very proudly: "Brother Feng! , He has been wearing a breathing mask, how can I recognize it, unless it is possible for him to make a move, but I know the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk."

"Who?"

"Ask Heavenly Taoist."

"Ask Heavenly Taoist? Why is this name so familiar?"

Suddenly, one of them gasped and screamed, "Want the Taoist? The one who won hundreds of games in a row in the central arena 2000 years ago?"

This exclamation was extremely sharp, and many monks around heard it, but not everyone knew who he was, so they began to discuss in a low voice, and after a while, there was the sound of gasping for air.

There are constant battles in the central arena every day. It is not difficult to win one game, and it is not difficult to win ten games. Even if you win a hundred games, it is nothing. Winning a hundred games in a row, what kind of person would be able to do this, being able to win ten games in a row is an existence that countless people admire, and this cultivator in front of him actually won a hundred games in a row. At that time, he was still far from the Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and it was said that he only broke through the late Nascent Soul in less than a hundred years.

After recognizing the great man, everyone looked at the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was confronting him. Even the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was not as good as he was at the moment had a condescending look in his eyes. Looking at that person was like looking at a future Like a monster being hunted.

Hearing a word uttered in dialect, monk Yuanying Dzogchen asked Tian Taoist for a while, and no one dared to talk to him like this. He spit out his name, and laughed again: "I can't think of it being so long in the past, there are still fellow Taoists who remember my name, it's rare, boy, I will give you a chance to challenge, as long as you block my three tricks, what happened today A write-off."

Dialect didn't pay attention to the words of this Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk at all. For a person who had nothing to do with him and didn't know how to respect him, Fang Yan didn't have the slightest interest in him. Suddenly, a stronger force came towards him.

Fang Yan stopped his movements, turned around, and once again faced the shooter, seeing the stern anger and undisguised killing intent on the originally calm face of the famous monk Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

Dialect does not want to cause trouble, but he has never been afraid of trouble. Back then, he had to make a few gestures with the Great Distracted Cultivator, not to mention that he is now much stronger than before. Underneath, he was a Nascent Soul cultivator just like Fang Yan, but this time, Fang Yan did not break free from this bondage. He raised his eyes to look at this Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator who shot continuously, and asked slowly: "Are you planning to stay here?" Do you want to make a move? If not, just leave and don’t bother me to break the formation.”

It is true that the central arena is the only place where martial arts can be used in the City of the Emperor of War, but there are rules. Even if the two parties agree, they are only allowed to fight on the fighting platform. Just now, the monk's consecutive shots to restrain the dialect are not considered a violation of the rules. It would be different if there was another killing move. Of course, the question in dialect was not randomly asked. He believed that this Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk did not have the guts to break the rules.

It's not that the dialect is afraid of the other party, even if he just heard from everyone that the person in front of him seems to be very famous, now the dialect has the confidence to compete with the early-stage monks who are distracted, let alone the monks who are afraid of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks, but the dialect is absolutely unwilling to casually The star burial robe was revealed in front of people. Compared with fighting spirit, high-grade spiritual weapon is naturally more important. Before dialect thought that if he had the opportunity to stay here for a while in the future, he would only fight against opponents with similar cultivation bases and magic weapons. It is to increase one's own experience and increase one's knowledge. If he uses a high-grade spiritual weapon to show off his might, Fang Yan would rather go out and hunt monsters directly.

As expected by the dialect, Taoist Wentian just restrained his movements and did not have any more means. It seems that he did not expect such a reaction from the dialect. Move, I will not care about your rudeness today."

Although the tone was calm, everyone could hear the undisguised domineering and anger in his calm tone. A Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk was so disobedient by a monk who had just broken through to the late Nascent Soul, how could he be so angry? It's not surprising, if it wasn't in the City of the Emperor of War, or under the fighting platform in the central arena, he would have already made a move.

Fang Yan still didn't answer, just said: "If you don't have the guts to make a move, get out."

After finishing speaking, his body shook and the restraints on his body were shaken off again, and he turned around.

This happened twice in a row. The previous time there were only pitiful gazes around, but now they turned into contemptuous gazes. Although the Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator is bullying, but with only three moves, the dialect did not dare to agree, just following the rules of the central arena. Dodging is simply a sign of cowardice. How can there be such a cowardly monk, if he has no strength, he should keep a low profile. Just now, why did he try to be so brave and use his tongue? Don't you know that disaster comes from the mouth?Could it be that he wanted to stay in the city of monks for the rest of his life?

Hearing the continuous words in the dialect, Taoist Wentian also understood that unless he disregarded the rules and made a bold move, the junior cultivator in front of him would never fight, and he was angry in his heart, so he could only suppress his anger, his originally calm face suddenly turned red , the fierce look in the eyes is even worse.

Fang Yan had already turned his back to him, no longer paying attention to the movement behind him, just staring at the formation in front of him, and began to play the magic formula in his hands, condensing formation symbols one after another, invading the formation in front of him.

Seeing the dialect's movements, Taoist Wentian laughed back angrily. After a few hahas, he flashed towards the empty space just revealed next to him. The late Nascent Soul cultivator who was walking forward immediately dodged, and when he dodged, he bowed his hands and saluted, "Qiantian Daoist, I look forward to it for a long time." However, all he received was a look of indifference, which made the monk who offered to give up his position a little embarrassed .

(End of this chapter)