Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 68

"Then come on, my sister will beat you to death today."

Fu Xiaoyun was eager to try, gearing up.

After waiting for so long, it was finally time to fight.

She summoned the spirit sword and entered the stage lightly.

To be honest, there is no pressure, and it is true.

Zhao Ren entered the stage confidently, and also called out his own sword.

Fu Xiaoyun swept it slightly, hey, good stuff!
This sword is imposing, it is really high-grade, it was ruined in this guy's hands, I have to find a way to get it away.

Zhao Ren saluted in Fu Xiaoyun's direction, and then decisively began to attack.

Fu Xiaoyun managed to catch it, and the collision between the spirit swords caused sparks.

I didn't expect this guy to be so decisive. Fortunately, I reacted quickly.

One blow failed, Zhao Ren Lingjian slid down, and used a second sword at Fu Xiaoyun's waist.

Fu Xiaoyun snorted coldly, too lazy to entangle with him, one sword after another, will fight until the year of the monkey.

After she caught the second sword, her whole body's spiritual power was blessed by the spirit sword.

The power of the spirit sword skyrocketed, emitting a blindingly white light.

Fu Xiaoyun made two false moves, and when Zhao Ren's vigilance was down, he used real moves.

This sword knocked Zhao Ren back several meters, and he was only a few steps away from being out of bounds.

"Little brother, you can't do it."

The old god Fu Xiaoyun stood where he was, looking at Zhao Ren with a smile.

Zhao Ren was not angry, but was shocked by Fu Xiaoyun's cultivation.

He stared at Fu Xiaoyun in disbelief, "How could this be, you obviously just entered Foundation Establishment a few days ago!"

"Why is my current cultivation level almost the same as mine, and even slightly better in terms of spiritual power purity?"

"How did you cultivate!"

Fu Xiaoyun played a sword game, "It's useless to fight or not."

Zhao Ren glanced in Wei Ming's direction unobtrusively.

Wei Ming shook his fingers slightly, the range was very small, and he couldn't find it if he didn't pay attention.

Zhao Ren understood and put away his spirit sword.

"Junior Sister Fu is really good. Brother is willing to bow down, and we will continue to compete in the future when we have the opportunity."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ren left Shi Shiran and returned to Wei Ming's side.

Fu Xiaoyun stood alone on the field, swinging the spirit sword irritably, "Tsk, it's really boring."

"I can't even fight a fight, it's so annoying."

Fu Xiaoyun looked around, quietly.

"Is there anyone who wants to challenge? Hurry up, there will be no such shop after passing this village!"

No one replied, and the disciples seemed to become dumb in an instant.

After all, no one expected that the competition between Zhao Ren and Fu Xiaoyun, who are both direct disciples, would end so quickly.

"Personal disciple, is there really no one who wants to try?"

"If it succeeds, will there still be a shortage of training resources in the future?"

"I just fought a game, and my spiritual power has been consumed, so I must seize the opportunity!"

Fu Xiaoyun tried her best to fool her, she really wanted to try her own skills.

"I want to give it a try, and please be merciful, Master Uncle."

The one who spoke was a teenager, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tough face.

Fu Xiaoyun thought about it for a while, and she seemed to have some impressions.

"You are……"

"The inner disciple of Patrol? We met last time."

The boy nodded, "Uncle Master has a good memory."

The relationship is not familiar, the young man is very courageous.

Then practice it.

Fu Xiaoyun let the boy go first, she loves the boy more, "Come on."

The boy summoned a short sword, the whole body was pitch black, exuding a heavy and ominous look.

……

(End of this chapter)