I have the best bloodline.

Are you kidding me? Our little fox, let alone spells and stuff, clenched his fists and punched the monk away with his monster body, okay?

Although the Hubu side didn't know about Su Yandi, they only needed to know that Su Yan was Chongqiong's nephew.

What can a Sanren do to defeat the Earth Immortal?

If a noble son comes from a poor family, you should also have a family!

Chapter 115 Soft and waxy but very stubborn

"Master. Isn't this against the rules? The odds are adjusted so obviously that any monk who doesn't have water on his forehead will know the result of the first game."

A beautiful figure with a snow-white nine-tails behind her and the word "乐" written on a white cloth on her cheek stood beside Master Sumire and looked at the odds he manipulated, saying with dissatisfaction.

"I would rather lose less than see gamblers placing random bets and disrupting the statistics of the amount." Master Sumire replied with a smile to the dissatisfaction expressed by the ghost.

The odds were calculated by the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Household Affairs, but regarding Su Yan's match, Taishi Jin raised his hand and revised it when he looked at the odds presented to him.

"Your Highness, please continue to look further! There are quite a lot of interesting monks this year." Grand Master Sumire said.

'Le' nodded noncommittally and found a seat to sit down.

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Because of the commotion in the auditorium caused by the odds, the competition in the ring was slightly delayed. It was not until the closing time that Zou Tong, the referee, raised his hand and gestured for Su Yan and Qingchi to go to the center of the ring.

"It's forbidden to kill, it's forbidden to use spiritual weapons, it's forbidden to take pills in the ring, do you understand?"

After Zuotong explained the rules once again, he turned around and walked to the edge of the ring to watch the two people fighting.

"Fellow Daoist Su, you are not doing this properly."

After Qingchi raised his foot and stepped on the ground, he looked at Su Yan and said with a smile, "Please be merciful."

All the monks on the stage heard the discussion that broke out in the audience. They naturally knew that Su Yan's winning rate was almost certain. In the case of weak cultivation and restraint, it meant that such a situation could occur. Su Yan hid some information.

He may have a special bloodline, or he may have worshiped under the disciples of some immortal and learned amazing skills.

After figuring out the inner doorway, Qingchi simply prepared to come up and go through the ceremony.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose in one or two games, the most important thing is to maintain your own form. In the next battle, victory depends on accumulating points. Winning or losing in one or two games definitely doesn't matter. Qingchi greeted him with a smile just to show weakness and hope that Su Yan would be merciful later and not injure himself too seriously to affect the next few days of competition.

"Don't listen to the nonsense from the audience. My strength should be at the bottom among the contestants."

Su Yan sighed helplessly, not wanting to express anything about the discussion in the audience.

Because of his aunt's halo, he must be quite strong in the eyes of the officials who set the odds. However, since his own affairs were well known, Su Yan never felt that he had any strength, so he just acted cute to earn a living.

"Then, please give me more advice, fellow Taoist Su! The curse of turning mountains and earth!"

Qingchi suddenly raised his feet and stepped on the ground. The earthy yellow light rose from his feet and spread all over his body. With the force of stepping on the ground, his body was like an arrow leaving the string, and he crashed into Su Yan's arms.

The mountain-turning and earth-covering spell should be a combination of the earth-moving spells of the mountain-turning spell and the earth-covering spell.

Climbing mountains can greatly strengthen the body's strength, and covering the body with earth can cover the body with a layer of defensive light, which can be used to withstand spells and physical blows.

Human foundation-building monks are no different from Qi-refining monks, and their fighting methods are still mainly fists and kicks.

"All kinds of things in the forest: the phantom of water!"

Su Yan's figure deflected to avoid the iron mountain support. As his figure moved, he created a wave on the ground. When he spun, the instep of his feet lifted up the water traces on the ground. As the scattered water droplets flew towards the back of the clear pool, they began to flow. swell.

A humanoid water spirit emerges from it, and the humanoid form is as elastic and full of potential as jelly.

Shui Ling's 1.2 meter body was pressed down to 50 centimeters, and he directly ejected a punch, hitting Qingchi's back with a low and dull sound, causing ripples in the earthly protective divine light on his body.

After the punch was struck, Shui Ling also followed the force of the blow and collapsed towards Qingchi, and then bounced directly away.

Then, of the remaining three water spirits, two water spirits put their knees together and threw the third water spirit high into the air. Then they spun at high speed and used centrifugal force to throw another water spirit towards the clear pool that was knocked out.

The flying Shui Ling turned around and accelerated in one go. His feet, which had already been hardened by non-Newtonian fluids, kicked directly towards Qingchi's Tianling cover. Another flying Shui Ling also hit violently with the force of the iron mountain.

Su Yan summoned four water spirits, one of which was floating outside the battle and moved quickly outside the battlefield. It kept picking up the water spirits that were bounced out of the battle as if playing a game. When exposed to centrifugal force or other methods of exerting force, it threw the water spirits back to the battlefield again. launched a continuous offensive.

The waves are rising one after another, as if there is an endless coastline as far as the eye can see.

Su Yan was far away without even realizing it, holding the seal to control the water spirit in his hand.

The arena is now like playing badminton. Shui Ling keeps throwing his companion into the clear pool. Shui Ling hits him with a punch that can break a stone mill. After the punch, he does not stop and bounces back with the help of the characteristics of the fluid.

Qingchi didn't even have a chance to return his phone, and it was pointless to get entangled with those water spirits.

But Su Yan had already run several hundred meters away and was standing farther away than the referee. Qingchi was unable to break through the blockade of the four water spirits and strike hard at Su Yan.

But Qingchi still wanted to fight stubbornly.

Seeing this, Su Yan didn't say anything, and gently raised his hand to adjust the attack speed of the four water spirits.

"Ka Ka Ka"

A volley sweeping kick hit Qingchi's head, breaking the earth-covering spell covering Qingchi's body.

The water spirit that flew over immediately did not mean to be polite to Qingchi, and directly crashed into the previous water spirit's body to merge into a 1.8-meter body. However, due to the deformation caused by the impact, the newly merged large water spirit showed a strange appearance with a big head and a small body.

Qingchi was shocked and shouted: "Surrender!"

After fighting with Su Yan's water spirit for a round, Qingchi also understood the attack routines of the water spirits. Although they seemed to walk without a straight line, they were like soft and sticky glutinous rice balls.

But every time the water spirit's body shape was deformed, it meant that it was compressing its volume to accumulate power or borrow power.

As soon as he saw the exaggerated head of the big water spirit, Qing Chi felt that the azure blue head would hit him like a boulder on a catapult in the next second.

Without the protection of the earth-covering spell, his physical strength was not much stronger than bricks and stones. Therefore, when he saw that something was wrong, Qing Chi immediately called the referee to intervene.

"Disperse!"

Su Yan raised his right hand and clenched it. The water spirit dispersed directly after the power was accumulated to the limit. The water mass on the head seemed to be under great pressure. Once the surface of the body was broken, the water inside was sprayed evenly to the fan-shaped area of ​​100 meters behind him.

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Qing Chi looked at the spraying water flow, collapsed to the ground powerlessly, and smiled bitterly: "Su Daoyou, are you going to kill me?"

With a body of about 1.8 meters, the water flow inside can actually spread a quarter of the field. It can be seen how much pressure is accumulated in the water spirit.

That head hammer will really kill people.

"It won't hit you directly, it will deviate." Su Yan explained.

The protective divine light had been broken, and the low-level earth-based monks had almost reached their limits.

Even if Qingchi did not surrender, the final move of the headbutt would not hit Qingchi, but hit his side to show his intimidation and force Qingchi to admit defeat.

Since Qingchi had surrendered before, Su Yan would naturally not continue to do unnecessary things.

"The winner of the first round: Fox Demon: Su Yan!"

Zou Tong raised his hand to announce the end of the first ring.

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Chapter 116 The Mosquito Taoist Who Makes People Clap Their Arms in Applause

"The winner of the first round is from the Fox Clan: Su Yan, with one point."

Zou Tong announced the winner of the first round loudly, raised his hand and lightly swiped Su Yan's black iron token, and a statistical box about points popped up behind the name on the black iron token.

Afterwards, the tokens of the two contestants in the first round were placed in another glass ball by Zou Tong. After the two left the ring, Zou Tong raised the glass ball again, and the 148 tokens inside began to rotate again.

Su Yan had just turned over from the ring, and his acquaintances surrounded him. Yu Yan Ning and Feng Shi Qi even circled around Su Yan, with expressions of amazement on their faces. Yu Yan Ning sighed and said:

"I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting. I was worried that you would be beaten to tears by the cultivators on the ring."

Although I knew that Su Yan was a demon, I also knew that his cultivation level was very strong according to his age.

But Su Yan doesn't fight much on weekdays. He shows his belly to be cute all day long when he has nothing to do. He eats and drinks for free and asks for rewards with a face full of harmless words.

This time, it was also the first time that Yu Yanning and Feng Shiqi saw Su Yan use magic to fight.

"I will admit defeat if I can't win! How can I squat on the ring and cry!" Su Yan refused Yu Yanning's unreasonable association and complained: "I'm not stupid."

The three of them had just said a few words when the glass ball on the ring randomly spit out a black iron token, and the identity information inside was projected into the air: [Xia Yu Royal Family in the early Jindan period: Nameless, Gold Element. ]

A tall figure covered in white gauze, without even showing his hands and feet, walked to the ring and stood still with a Xia Yu gold and silver standard horizontal sword in his hand.

Silently waiting for the arrival of the enemy without saying a word.

The second white jade token was also selected at this moment, and the relevant personnel information was projected into the air: [Crimson Blood Sect cultivator from Southern Province in the early stage of the Golden Core: Dai Ling, secret method. ]

"Come here, little fox!"

The aunt sitting in the audience raised her hand and called Su Yan to her side, saying: "Quick, quick, help aunt to refer to the winning rate. The odds of this round are quite balanced and aunt can't see anything."

"It must be betting on the royal family!"

Su Yan jumped from the audience in three or two steps, and said with confidence: "The Red Blood Sect is not a famous sect, how could it beat the rich Xia Yu son with a deep heritage?"

Su Yan was born in the Southern Province. Although the area of ​​the Southern Province is larger than that of the Central Province, there are actually three families with a long history and deep heritage, which are often mentioned by the cultivators: Wanhua Valley, Lingxiang Temple, and Lianyoumen.

The Red Blood Sect does not belong to the three magic sects, and they all call themselves sects, so they should not be grass-roots kings, so the female cultivators of the Red Blood Sect will definitely not be able to beat the royal family.

"Okay! If I win, I'll give you 10% of the money, and you can save it for marrying a wife!"

The aunt leaned on the backrest, raised her arms and put her arms around the little fox's shoulders, with a proud face on her face, and started talking about dividing the spoils.

"By the way, what kind of girl does the little fox want to marry after saving so much gift money?"

Speaking of the little fox's wife, the aunt was rather curious about it. Although she didn't need to save any gift money for the nine-tailed fox bloodline, she thought that Su Yan might not want to live in her parents' family, so she had to save some gift money.

You know, after Shopkeeper Huang came here, Su Yan's wife already had a five-digit seven-digit number. It was enough to choose three high-quality spiritual weapons. If she met the direct sales of the Weapon Sect, she might be able to add more. A custom-made vestment.

What on earth does the little fox want to marry if he saves so much? My aunt suddenly felt a little curious.

"Is the gift a lot? How about you guys take a look at me? Although I'm a little older, I can still be called a middle-aged lady and my charm is still there."

When Su Yan was about to speak, an outside voice interrupted Su Yan's speech.

Su Yan looked back and saw a female cultivator with long burgundy hair and a very sexy figure. She was pressing her white palms on the straight back of the Arhat bed, looking at herself and her aunt with a smile on her face:

"Old Chong, O Chong! I didn't expect that you would also go to the flowers in your old age to take a bite out of the little milk beast."

After teasing them, the red-haired female cultivator turned over and jumped onto the Arhat's bed without any politeness. She looked at Su Yan and her aunt with a gossipy look on her face, as if she was ready to see some signs of romance.

"Why aren't you exhausted yet?" When my aunt saw the red-haired nun, her face was full of displeasure:

"Don't send me any more invitations, otherwise we will end our friendship and never see each other again!"

"Isn't it just that there are more happy events in the family? Isn't that what I say is so heartless?" the red-haired Taoist complained.

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Su Yan had a question mark on his head. He squatted on the low table on the Arhat bed and looked left and right, watching the strange monk and his aunt talking in words he didn't understand.

"He is my adopted little poor boy."

The aunt lifted Su Yan onto her lap, held her head and touched her, then changed her words slightly. She did not directly say that Su Yan was her nephew, but simply said that she saw the poor adopted little beast.

It was completely different from when I introduced him to Zuotong.

"It's really a pretty good little thing. I watched the arena match just now, and I recognized at a glance that the spell he performed was your special skill. I took a quick look and saw such a big old bug sitting in the front row. "

The red-haired female cultivator smiled and stretched out her hand, took Su Yan's flesh pad and squeezed it, "My name is Mosquito Taoist. If you like, you can call me Sister Hong."

"Don't scream, you will become unfortunate if you scream." The aunt raised her hand and pinched Su Yan's mouth, and said: "This old mosquito is a well-known old beggar in the world of cultivation. There are more than a dozen weddings and funerals in the family throughout the year. Call her sister, and you will all There is no need to do anything else, just wait for the feast.”

The Mosquito Taoist is an old friend of my aunt, and the origin of the Mosquito Taoist is very tortuous.

She is not an ordinary monster, but a blood-drinking demon mosquito trained by a small family with the ninth-rate beast-control skills.

The original patriarch of the family knew that he had no talent for cultivation at all. Looking at the declining beast-controlling family, the patriarch immediately came up with a way to save all the family resources and stop everyone from practicing.

It’s a waste of money to practice again and again anyway, let’s just use resources to cultivate an heirloom beast!