Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 610

The Heavenly Star Sect's sect couldn't help fighting privately. Even the core disciples, the distracted monks, would make gestures from time to time. Everyone was cultivating in the sect's secret realm, so the competition venue was naturally near. The Tianxingzong's sect's secret realm Among them, there are several spaces specially prepared for the martial arts practice of the disciples in the sect. Dialect left his retreat space and walked outside, and at the same time took out the jade talisman of communication to contact those people.

The space where Dialect and Lin Rushi competed last time was originally reserved for core monks. Now that Dialect is betting against people who know how to do so, naturally they are not qualified to go there again. In the peripheral space of their cultivation.

While the dialect was escaping from the depths of the secret realm, several people who met in this way had already gathered in a competition space, not only the six at the beginning, but also a few more people, both men and women. The human cultivation base is higher than those few people, and it is close to the cultivation base of Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

"Brother Zhu, we originally invited a few senior brothers and sisters to help out, why did you let us just admit defeat?" That junior sister Bai said to a man who was close to Nascent Soul Dzogchen with a rather resentful tone. Bit of a complaint.

"Junior Sister Bai, it's not that I want you to admit defeat directly, but Senior Brother Lin told me before he left that Senior Brother Lin said that you are not opponents in the dialect. It's better." The man said slowly.

"You have to try it before you know. The sect originally advocated for disciples to learn from each other. Brother Zhu, let's not mention this for now. Brother Lin is really preparing to overcome the catastrophe of distraction this time?" Junior sister Bai was full of joy when she mentioned Brother Lin Feelings.

"Well, it should be, senior brother Lin went to the ancient deserted battlefield alone to fall into the thunder abyss. If it wasn't for preparing for the catastrophe, why would the senior brother go there to retreat and practice? Senior sister Xiyan has already broken through and distracted, so naturally senior brother Lin doesn't want to lag behind." Senior Zhu said with a face Said with joy.

"I knew that Senior Brother Lin was the best, and he would definitely be able to overcome the catastrophe within a few years." Junior Sister Bai said with an idiot look on her face, as if she was the one who was preparing to overcome the catastrophe in Yuanying Dzogchen.

Seeing Junior Sister Bai's expression, the handsome monk who showed her great hospitality that day frowned slightly, and then spread it away again. After a moment's pause, he said to Senior Brother Zhao Zhu: "Senior Brother Lin thinks too much of that dialect, isn't it? We have investigated him last time, but we have just broken through the late stage of Nascent Soul, even less than a hundred years old. At this level of cultivation, we still rely on solid cultivation, even some talents are no longer as effective as when they were refining Qi. .”

Brother Zhu didn't insist too much, and then said: "Brother Lin left the sect after leaving a word. He just said that you guys are not his opponents. Just pay the contribution value. Don't mess with him. Brother Lin is also the same. For the sake of you guys." It sounded like mediation, but it was difficult to conceal the meaning of provocation.

"Brother Zhu, when will we ever lose face like this? He just entered the inner sect. I have inquired about it these days. It turns out that he is just a Nascent Soul casual cultivator who joined the sect. I don't know what kind of luck he has. After being spotted by Master Jianxing, he entered the inner sect. Even if he has some tricks, how strong can he be? Moreover, it will take a month for a fight, so he is planning to sharpen his gun in front of the battle." Another monk said, The same expression of disdain.

The man called Brother Zhu waved his hands and said: "I'm just passing on a message, what do you guys do later on, it's just a rivalry between the same sect, it doesn't matter if you really lose."

After finishing speaking, this senior Zhu took a step back and stood together with several other men and women with slightly higher cultivation bases.

Seeing that Senior Brother Zhu retreated, Brother Junxiu glanced at the people beside him and said, "Since Senior Brother Lin said so, we should pay attention to it. Maybe this dialect is really weird. Not necessarily, you also know that those casual cultivators of Nascent Soul always have some rare magic weapons in their hands. Although they are not as upright as our sect, they should not be underestimated. We don’t want to capsize in the gutter. Brother Hu, you fight him first, you are the best at defense, you must spend a little more time, let him show his methods to the fullest, and let the other juniors and sisters try to figure it out, so that they are prepared."

"Okay, Senior Brother Wen Lin, just read mine. My Liuyan Jue just broke through another level a few days ago." The man called Junior Brother Hu replied calmly.

"Just right, this set of exercises is enough, Junior Brother Fei, you only have a mid-Yuanying cultivation base, and your cultivation base is no match for him. The big green gun has been practiced almost the same these days, and even if you lose, you can't let him go!" How's it going?" Brother Junxiu asked the followers beside him, only the monk named Fei in the mid-Yuanying period.

"Brother Wenlin, don't worry, although the training has not been fully successful, several of the overbearing spear techniques can already be stimulated."

When the monk surnamed Fei was about to talk again, the elder brother Zhu suddenly sent out a divine sense: "Okay, he is here."

As soon as the voice fell, the space portal flickered, and the figure of Dialect appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing how many people were in the Bidou space, Dialect was not surprised at all. People like the core disciple Distracted, the great cultivator, like to watch the excitement, and the Nascent Soul cultivator is no exception.

When Fang Yan first arrived, he sent a few messages to Ni Xu on the way. At this moment, the Jade Talisman of Communication is still in his hand, and he hasn’t received any reply for a long time. He thinks that Ni Xu is not in the sect, and he and he were only acquainted once, so there is no chance Dialect didn't care about any important matter. After entering the space, he took back the jade talisman, smiled slightly at the fellow brothers in the space, and said, "Brothers have been waiting for a long time, and Dialect came late."

"I'm afraid you won't come. How can you improve your practice this month? Are you ready to start the competition? Do you have to wait another month?" Seeing Fang Yan's casual expression, Junior Sister Bai got angry for some reason and sneered Said.

"Fang is short of Zongmen's contribution value now, how can he not give it to the door, are you ready? Which one will come first." Fang Yan jumped onto the round platform in the middle, and then looked at the people below with a smile.

"You?" Junior Sister Bai choked for a moment, but the dialect had already been on stage, and there was no point in arguing with each other, so she could only keep silent.

"Junior Brother Hu, according to the plan, you go up first, remember, don't rush, delay for a while."

The handsome monk Wen Lin said a word, then watched Junior Brother Hu leap onto the fighting platform, facing Fang Yan from afar.

When he promised to compete that day, Wen Lin realized something was wrong when he went back. It is true that the cultivation base of the dialect is not as good as the late Nascent Soul, but some of them are also lagging behind in the middle Nascent Soul, and one of them has just broken through the late Nascent Soul. Although it is not only a few decades like the dialect, but it is only more than 200 years. It has to be the opponent of the dialect. If anyone makes a mistake, the other three are better than the dialect. The undefeated draw is a loss of face for Rushihui, but it spreads the reputation of the dialect.

It's just that at this moment, it's impossible to go back on your word, and you can only win as many games as possible. For this reason, Wen Lin did not hesitate to borrow a few of his own things to let the weaker people strengthen their strength.

At this moment, seeing Fang Yan's relaxed expression, coupled with the words of admonition from Senior Brother Lin brought by Senior Zhu just now, Wen Lin felt that most of his confidence had suddenly dissipated.

The two people on the stage didn't dawdle, after saluting, they each activated their exercises to fight.

As time passed, Taoist Wenlin was slightly relieved. This dialect is also a person who speaks outrageous words. Junior Brother's Starlight Flowing Smoke, not to mention the body of Junior Brother Hu bombarded into the Flowing Smoke.

Taoist Wenlin can see it, and the rest of the people can also see it, that Junior Sister Bai immediately shouted: "Let me just say, how is he so powerful, it's just that way of coming and going, it's not me The Sky Star Sect's cultivation technique, mere Linglei, is not as powerful as a low-grade spiritual weapon, if it weren't for his strange movement skills and not being entangled with people head-on at all, even Junior Brother Fei could beat him."

Brother Wen Lin didn't speak any more, but just took a few steps back and came to Senior Brother Zhu and the others: "Senior Brother Zhu, what do you think his strength is?"

Brother Zhu, who had been staring at the fight between the two on the stage, did not answer immediately, and after a while, he said: "Wen Lin, don't let other people go up, you go, what Brother Lin said is right, the others It's not his opponent at all, only you can still win."

(End of this chapter)