Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 611
"En?" Seeing that Junior Brother Hu had gradually gained the upper hand on the stage, but hearing Senior Brother Zhu speak like this, Wen Lin was still a little surprised even though his previous confidence had dissipated a little.

"Junior Brother Wenlin, your eyesight is still a bit weak. This Junior Brother Fang is basically practicing the kung fu with Hu Qiu. If he wants to bombard him, Hu Qiu won't be able to resist the kung fu for a moment." He stared at the two fighting on the stage, but he could sense the doubts of Taoist Wenlin next to him, and immediately explained.

"Senior brother Zhu is right, but the strength of this brother in dialect is hard to see through." Another monk who was close to Yuanying Dzogchen said.

Hearing the two senior brothers whose cultivation base is higher than his own, who are the real core strength in the meeting, both said so. Although the other two did not speak, they had similar expressions. Taoist Wenlin stopped talking and looked up at the scene. Fighting in the midst of the battle, but there are still doubts in my heart: "Is this really the case?"

The dialect on the stage was still unhurriedly urging his movement to avoid Hu Qiu's bombardment, and the spiritual power in his hand flickered from time to time, and several spiritual thunders gathered and scattered in front of him, and then burst out a series of strange waves. It is a violent fluctuation.

After watching for a while, Taoist Wenlin had to admit that his eyesight was indeed a bit poor. Every attack urged by the dialect was very measured, and the power of each attack was almost the limit of Hu Qiu's defense. Brother Hu Qiu would not be able to resist even a little bit. After half a day of observation, Taoist Wenlin has already noticed that the strength of dialects is far more than what is shown at the moment. Although Taoist Wenlin can't estimate how high it is, no matter how much A few points will definitely not be too difficult.

But dialect obviously has no intention of defeating Hu Qiu immediately. He is just practicing the spirit thunder bombing technique, as if he is deducing something. Taoist Wenlin has a new understanding of the strength of dialect, but how strong is Hu Qiu? , Taoist Wenlin is very clear, facing Hu Qiu, Taoist Wenlin thinks he can do this in the dialect at the moment, so he is not too surprised.

Suddenly, the dialect voice on the stage rejoiced: "It should be like this."

Wenlin Taoist, who was thinking about himself, hurriedly concentrated on the past, and saw two spiritual thunders suddenly appeared, and the two elements of the wood and fire elements swayed out, and the two spiritual thunders suddenly spun and entangled in front of Fang Yan. The two separated spirit thunders showed signs of merging, and with a loud bang, the smoke shield that had been blocking Hu Qiu's surroundings dispersed at once, revealing Hu Qiu himself, the spirit on his body. There are several cracks in the armor.

At this moment, not only Taoist Wenlin saw it, but even Hu Qiu realized that he was no match for Dialect at all, most of his attacks could not touch Dialect's body, and the Liuyan guard he relied on for self-protection The cover has been blown away now, even if he still has the spirit armor on his body, but the low-grade spirit weapon spirit armor on Hu Qiu's body can't resist a few blows if he can blow away the flowing smoke shield. Lei, in a moment of fighting, no less than hundreds of them were condensed, and the dialect clearly still has enough energy left, as long as there are a few more, it is enough to hurt Hu Qiu, and not everyone is as confident as Junior Sister Bai, Hu Qiu doesn't believe it Dialect is a casual cultivator, and the only way to cultivate to the late stage of Nascent Soul is to kill with Linglei.

"Senior Brother Fang, Hu Qiu lost." While thinking about it, Hu Qiu had already retreated, and simply surrendered.

But at this moment, Fang Yan didn't answer. The other monks around looked at Fang Yan and took a few steps back, playing out the Daoist hand formula in their hands. The spiritual power of the five elements flashed in turn in Fang Yan's hands. After a while, as the dialect laughed, a spirit thunder condensed out of the dialect's hand again. It was not the wood and fire two-element spirit thunder before, but a water and fire spirit thunder. The force was forcibly melted into a spirit thunder by the dialect, and everyone only heard a loud bang, and the fluctuation, which was ten times more powerful than before, suddenly spread out on the fighting platform.

After the fluctuations dissipated, he showed a joyful dialect, bowed his hands to Hu Qiu who was opposite him and said: "Senior brother Hu, I have accepted."

Hu Qiu, who was a little dumbfounded by the last bombardment in the dialect, came to his senses after hearing the dialect's words, and quickly saluted: "Don't dare, Brother Fang's skill is superb, and Hu Qiu admires it. Pass it on to your brother."

Strength is respected once again. In terms of cultivation base and dialect, Hu Qiu is not as good as Hu Qiu, but under the absolute strength, Hu Qiu has already regarded himself as a junior. While speaking, he has taken out his identity jade card, and a ray of light flashed slightly. Hu Qiu has already fled down the fighting platform.

"Which one is coming up next?" Fang Yan only paused for a moment after seeing Hu Qiu leave, and asked loudly. It's better to go back and summarize and deduce it by yourself. The dialect at this moment has no intention of wasting time for hundreds of Zongmen contribution points.

Wen Lin in the audience was a bit confident before. After witnessing Fang Yan's last bombardment, he was also stunned there. Using other means is not what Wenlin can resist. With such a huge disparity in strength, the bombardment of dialect just now stands in Wenlin Taoist's heart like a huge mountain. There is no possibility of victory. In the past, the only way to face When Lin Ru was a senior brother, Taoist Wenlin had this feeling of defeat, but at this moment it appeared in front of Dialect.

"Senior Brother Fang, there is no need to compete. You have won. We will transfer the contribution value of the sect to Senior Brother." Seeing Hu Qiu retreating and hearing the dialect voice coming into his ears, Wen Lin came to his senses. Then he said dejectedly, he also regarded himself as a junior, he knew the strength of the other juniors best, even he himself realized that he had no hope of winning, let alone others, if they fought, they might be able to rely on self-destruct magic weapons or other means A fight, but the sect has completely lost in the sparring.

Even that Junior Sister Bai didn't complain at all, and they all took out their status jade badges, flashed a gleam of light, and transferred out all the contribution points of the sect.

For Wenlin Daoist and others to admit defeat, Dialect is not surprised. Originally, they came to collect the cheap delivery, but now it’s just a formality. However, these people are so straightforward, which makes Dialect feel a little better. After all, the Tianxing Sect is a great sect, and the younger generations have their own dignity, they can afford to win and lose.

Fang Yan jumped down from the stage and cupped his hands at them: "Brothers and brothers, Fang Yan bids farewell."

"Brother dialect, wait a minute." The monk surnamed Zhu who had been observing the battle suddenly said.

These people were invited by Taoist Wenlin to help out. Fang Yan knew it when he first came in. When he made an appointment with Taoist Wenlin, he had the idea of ​​asking them to find someone to help them, otherwise defeating them would be nothing more than a few It is a matter of every minute, why delay competing with them for a month? After experiencing the comprehension in the sparring with Lin Rushi, Fang Yan is eager to find some brothers of the same school with similar strength to compete, but he is new here, so he has this It is also difficult to find the right person without thinking, so I borrowed a few people who know how to find someone.

However, Fang Yan did not expect that just fighting with Hu Qiu alone would give him a great harvest. When he sparred with Lin Rushi last time, Fang Yan had a vague idea of ​​improving his Five Thunder Secret Art. After that, saving mana was okay, but only the five elements of spirit thunder cooperated with each other, the increase in killing power was not as great as I thought before, but unexpectedly, I just saw that there are several kinds of spiritual energy in the Liuyan Jue performed by Hu Qiu Rong, let the dialect also have the idea of ​​​​casting several kinds of spiritual thunders at the same time. After many deduction, they finally succeeded in condensing. Let the dialect be satisfied.

With such a harvest of dialects, I have long since lost the will to learn from others. I am now in a hurry to go back to retreat for a good rehearsal. The fusion of the five elements is ever-changing, and I have to find the most suitable combination for myself.

However, etiquette cannot be wasted. Dialect, who realized that he was impolite, was eager to go back, but he still bowed his hands and said: "Dialect is impolite, I don't know how to address these brothers?"

"Du Chuan."

"Twilight Cloud Snow"

"Sui Song Nian"

"Zhuxiu, congratulations to Junior Brother Fang for realizing such a method, the five elements are integrated, even many distracted monks can't do it so easily." Taoist Zhuxiu waited for several people in his company to finish speaking, and the last one smiled Congratulations.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhu, for your compliment. It's a fluke. I don't know if the senior brothers have other matters. If there is nothing else, Dialect will go ahead." Dialect said bluntly without any euphemism.

"Junior Brother Fang, would you be interested in joining us?" Zhuxiu, who originally wanted to say a few more words, simply opened his mouth when he heard the words in dialect.

"I disappointed Senior Brother Zhu. I don't have any plans for this yet. Does Senior Brother Zhu have other things to do?"

"It's not disappointing, anyway, we are all from the Tianxing sect. Seeing that the younger brother is anxious to go back, I think it is to deduce the exercises, so the younger brother will not delay you, but remember to contact us next time after you leave the customs. When we have time, we will also learn from each other."

"Haha, thanks to the love of a few seniors, Fang Yan will obey his orders and leave." After speaking, Fang Yan escaped from this space with a dodge, and then went to the depths of the secret realm he had previously retreated.

After the dialect disappeared, Du Chuan said, "Senior Brother Zhuxiu, is it true what Brother Lin said?"

"Even if it's not what Senior Brother Lin said, he is sure to beat us, but he will definitely not be inferior to us. He is definitely a genius, and his future achievements may not be inferior to Senior Brother Lin."

It turned out that Lin Rushi reminded them not to speak dialects better than Wenlin and others, but to remind them not to provoke dialects, but for the sake of face, Lin Rushi did not mention that he was also defeated by dialects. Don't worry about how many people came to watch the battle.

(End of this chapter)