Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

When Wu Fan returned to the stage, he saw a look of surprise on Bai Xiaowen's face and said, "Junior brother Wu, when did you buy the high-level magic weapon Flying Sword? Also, how did you practice the wind blade technique? You seem to have mastered the wind blade technique, isn't it incredible?"

Zhou Yu also looked at Wu Fan with surprise on his face, but he did not speak, because everything he wanted to say had already been said by Bai Xiaowen.

"Ahem, just practice casually like that." Wu Fan replied vaguely.

"Just practice?" Bai Xiaowen rolled his eyes, obviously not believing it.

"What about the flying sword?"

"The flying sword was bought with the spirit stones I earned from doing tasks."

"What mission is worth so many spiritual stones?"

"A little adds up to a lot..."

While Wu Fan was chatting with Bai Xiaowen and Zhou Yu, his eyes were always watching the fighting on the field. It was not until dark that the middle-aged elder announced that the game was over today and would continue tomorrow morning.

Wu Fan and the other three also returned to their residence, waiting to come back tomorrow.

Zhou Yu and Bai Xiaowen won the competition very smoothly today, and Bai Xiaowen was very proud of it.

Until the second day, Wu Fan stood in the ring. Opposite him stood a female cultivator. This woman was pretty, but a little short. However, she had the sixth level of Qi refining.

There was no suspense in the fight, Wu Fan still won.

On the third day, Wu Fan finally met a high-level Qi Refining cultivator, a male cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, but the result was still the same. Wu Fan only used the Fierce Sun Sword and basic spells to beat him until he gave up.

Until the fourth day, Wu Fan knew that today was the day to determine the top 100, so he came to the "Dou Zhan Peak" early. There are still the last 200 disciples left, but these 200 disciples are Nervous, and some looking forward to it. Nervous because I am afraid that if I encounter a strong opponent today and lose the game, then I really have no chance to compete with the inner sect. As for those disciples who are looking forward to it, they have advanced self-cultivation and want to make a splash today. If they are selected by the elders, they will jump over the dragon gate from now on.

Zhou Yu and Bai Xiaowen have persisted until now. It can be said that they are very lucky.

After these few days of competition, the only ones who could stay in the ring were high-level Qi practitioners, so Wu Fan was very energetic.

I saw that the elders in the Foundation Establishment period were also alert on this day, and at the same time they used their spiritual consciousness to observe each disciple carefully. If they met a disciple they liked, they would remember it in their hearts, and then they would think of ways to accept it as their disciples, fearing that they would There are other elders who compete with him.

On this day, Wu Fan no longer suppressed his cultivation and revealed his eighth-level cultivation strength. He was afraid that if he really entered the inner gate, he would not be able to explain his cultivation situation.

An hour later, Wu Fan finally came on stage. His opponent today was an eighth-level qi-refining male monk. When the man saw Wu Fan, he released the flying sword without saying a word. Wu Fan also urged the flying sword to go towards the opponent, and released three fireballs in succession. The man on the opposite side controlled the flying sword and fought with the Fierce Sun Sword. Then he slapped his storage bag, and a shield suddenly flew out in front of him. Then he took out a short fork and aimed at Wu Pookong again. Come. Wu Fan didn't expect that the opponent still had a magic weapon with him, so he didn't think much. He patted the storage bag, and the spirit rope flew out and went straight to the opponent. At the same time, he released five or six wind blades in succession. The short fork flew away. After a loud rumble, the opponent's short fork was blocked by the wind blade. The bundle of spiritual ropes had already been wrapped around the shield and tied up the man. From then on, the battle ended quickly.

"Concession!" Wu Fan said and took back the spirit-binding rope and the Fierce Sun Sword.

The man opposite was looking at Wu Fan with a gloomy expression, and then he snorted, tossed his sleeves and left.

At this time, some elders were watching the direction of Wu Fan's fight in the area of ​​the Foundation Establishment Elders.

"Hey~ This kid is interesting. He is the fastest to end the fight among the ten arenas."

"Well, judging from the speed at which this little guy releases spells, he has already mastered it. It's really rare."

"If his spiritual roots and physique are outstanding, then I will decide to accept him as a disciple."

"Elder Huang, I am very fond of this little guy. I wonder if Elder Huang can part with me?"

"Haha, Elder Zhao wants to follow me and rob someone so soon, then let's see who this little guy chooses!"

At this time, Elder Li, who took Wu Fan up the mountain, also noticed this. When he saw Wu Fan, he was obviously stunned. He always felt that he had seen him somewhere before. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that it turned out that this little guy had taken him up the mountain by himself. Come on, I really didn’t expect that this little guy could reach the eighth level of Qi refining with his qualifications of Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots. Elder Li felt very puzzled and said to himself: Normally, shouldn’t it be? Did I check him wrongly? Elder Li was there thoughtfully. I had no intention of telling anyone else about Wu Fan.

After Wu Fan returned to the stage, he saw Zhou Yu and Bai Xiaowen looking at him like a monster. When Wu Fan saw the expressions of the two of them, he knew that he was in trouble. His own cultivation was still exposed. With Senior Brother Bai's character, he was not sure he would nag him for long. This was exactly the case. As soon as he sat down, Bai Xiaowen spoke.

"You, you, you..."

"Listen to me, Senior Brother Bai, I didn't deliberately hide my cultivation before. I did this to make it easier to go out."

"I, I, I..."

"I know you are very shocked right now, but there is nothing I can do about it. I am afraid that when you see my true cultivation, you will look like you now!"

At this time, Senior Brother Zhou Yu sighed and said, "Alas, Junior Brother Wu, you even hide it from us. It's a pity that we treat you as a brother."

"Senior Brother Zhou, I'm really sorry." Wu Fan stood up and bowed to the two.

In this way, Wu Fan explained to the two for half an hour, and was finally interrupted by Bai Xiaowen who was going to play the game. Finally, the matter was hastily ended.

Before Bai Xiaowen was about to go on stage, Wu Fan stuffed a talisman into his arms. After reading it, Bai Xiaowen looked at Wu Fan with gratitude, and then walked onto the stage.

Bai Xiaowen was lucky. His opponent was a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator, who was at the same level as him. After a difficult and dangerous competition, he finally won the game, and at the same time suffered some minor injuries, but his eyes showed excitement. He finally entered the inner gate as he wished.

Not long after, Zhou Yu also went on stage. He himself had the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivation, and his strength had always been relatively strong. In the end, he also won the game as he wished.

Since then, the three of them finally entered the inner gate. They were happy and all the previous unhappiness disappeared.

After the competition was over, the top 100 disciples were called to the stage under the envious gaze of other cultivators, and re-drawn lots to decide their opponents. The next game was to decide the top 50.

Wu Fan drew the 18th this time, and he was ahead of the competition. After three hours, it was finally Wu Fan's turn.

Standing in front of Wu Fan this time was a female cultivator, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. She was very beautiful, especially her long legs, which were very eye-catching.

At this time, the woman had a charming look on her face, and she said coquettishly, "Brother, can you let me go? Junior sister really wants to win this game."