Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"I also want to win this game, but I can only let down my junior sister." Wu Fan said, and then he prepared for the battle.

The woman snorted coldly when she heard Wu Fan's words, and her face darkened.

"Boy, then show us your skills!" The woman released a long red silk, which circled in the air and headed straight for Wu Fan.

Wu Fan slapped his storage bag, and the spirit rope flew out and immediately entangled the long silk. The two magic weapons instantly entangled together. At the same time, Wu Fan pinched the magic formula, and his Lieyang Sword turned into red light and "swooshed" towards the woman. This was not over yet. Wu Fan had no intention of showing mercy to the woman. He recited the magic formula, and a huge ice cone suddenly gathered in front of his palm and shot madly towards the woman.

The woman saw Wu Fan's attack was so fierce, and she was panicked. She didn't dare to neglect it. In a hurry, she suddenly released a round disc. The round disc was golden and turned out to be a high-level defensive magic weapon. With a loud "bang", the round disc was hit by the Fiery Sun Sword and flew away. Then the ice cone was close to the woman. In a panic, the woman suddenly took out a talisman. She clenched her palm and the talisman shattered. A golden light flew out of it and protected the woman's whole body. At this time, the ice cone had already come to her side and knocked it away with a "bang". After landing, the woman "wow" spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"I give up!" The woman got up with difficulty and looked at Wu Fan with resentment.

Wu Fan clasped his fists to the woman, and then he waved his arm. The Fiery Sun Sword and the Soul Binding Rope circled in the sky and flew directly back to him. After Wu Fan put away his magic weapon, he flew straight to the stage. He was too lazy to look at the woman's face.

"Brother Wu, you are too powerful. You beat that beautiful woman to vomit blood in a few seconds. You really can't bear it?" Bai Xiaowen shook his head and said with disdain.

At this time, Zhou Yu scolded: "Don't worry about other people's affairs. You will compete soon. You should prepare well. You might as well take a good rest and heal your injuries!"

"That's right, Brother Bai. This time you are in the top 50. You must work hard. If you win this game, you may be favored by the elders." Wu Fan also echoed.

After listening, Bai Xiaowen thought it made sense, and then began to take pills and meditate.

Wu Fan finally dealt with this chatterbox. Then he began to watch the competition on the field.

Two hours later, it was Zhou Yu's turn to play. This time he was not so lucky. He met a strong opponent of the ninth level and was defeated.

Seeing Zhou Yu walk down the ring in despair, Wu Fan and Bai Xiaowen could only speak to comfort him.

Another hour later, Bai Xiaowen came on the stage. His opponent was a female cultivator, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. In fact, this female cultivator was not strong enough for Wu Fan, but this was ultimately based on Wu Fan's strength. For Bai Xiaowen, who was at the seventh level, he could only lose the game. This was not because he thought the other party was a woman and showed mercy, but because he really couldn't beat the other party.

Looking at Bai Xiaowen's bitter face, although Wu Fan felt a little sympathetic, he wanted to laugh more. At that time, Wu Fan had been watching the competition in the field, but what he saw was that Senior Brother Bai was beaten by the opponent and screamed. In less than a quarter of an hour, he shouted to surrender. With his performance in the field, if any elder really accepted him as a disciple, it would be really weird.

After he returned to the stage, Wu Fan had no choice but to comfort him again. Zhou Yu had no time to deal with him. It was because Zhou Yu himself had not recovered from the defeat.

The sky gradually darkened, and finally all the disciples finished the competition. Today's competition ended here. Tomorrow was the day to decide the top 25, so the fifty winners returned to their residence early and began to recuperate and recover their mana. Wu Fan and the other two also returned to their residence on flying swords. Before they separated, they both said that they would go to watch his competition tomorrow to cheer him up. Wu Fan smiled and nodded at them.

On the second day, there were only the last fifty people left on the stage. Wu Fan had read the competition rules on the stone tablet before. The competitions after the first fifty disciples would be held on the same stage. He drew number eight this time. There were only three competitions before him. Wu Fan did not need to prepare too much, so he returned to the stage to wait for him to appear.

Time passed quickly. An hour later, Wu Fan came to the stage. At the same time, a male cultivator came to the opposite side. This male cultivator was about 26 or 27 years old, short, with a pair of triangular eyes and uneven teeth. He was extremely ugly, but he had the ninth level of Qi Refining. This was the person with the highest cultivation Wu Fan had met so far.

After the short man came on stage, he laughed strangely at Wu Fan, and then he saw two black hooks suddenly slip out of his hands. These two hooks were both high-level magic weapons, which made Wu Fan slightly startled. He had never seen magic weapons in pairs.

The male cultivator suddenly threw two hooks at Wu Fan. They were buzzing and emitting a faint black light during the flight. The speed was very fast. Without thinking too much, Wu Fan quickly slapped his storage bag and released the Fiery Sun Sword and the Soul Binding Rope at the same time. The Fiery Sun Sword went straight to one of the hooks, while the Soul Binding Rope went straight to the male cultivator. Then Wu Fan released three wind blades in a row and went straight to the other hook. "Bang", "Bang", "Bang", "Boom". At the same time, the two hooks were blocked by the wind blades and the Fiery Sun Sword. The Soul Binding Rope bypassed the hooks and went straight to the male cultivator.

The male cultivator was shocked when he saw the bundle of spiritual ropes shooting at him. He didn't expect that even with his two high-level magic weapons, he couldn't block all the attacks from the other party. The rope still broke through the blockade and shot at him. Before he could think about it, he saw the male cultivator slap his storage bag and directly released a black shield to block in front of him. But what he didn't expect was that when the rope reached the shield, it actually paused for a moment, then went around the shield closely and continued to rush towards him. The male cultivator was a little confused. During the period of daze, he was thinking about what to do, but it was too late. At this time, the rope had tied him up. He only felt that his magic power stopped and stopped running. He couldn't use any magic power at all. In desperation, he could only shout "I give up!"

"Thank you!" Wu Fan said, put away the magic weapon and flew straight to the platform.

After Wu Fan finished the fight, there was a commotion on the stage. All the disciples on the stage looked at Wu Fan with shock in their eyes. Who is this fellow disciple? Why haven't I seen him before? A cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining was beaten by him? And he could end the fight so quickly, it was incredible.

"I have been observing this senior brother for several days. He always fights quickly. Few fellow disciples can match him. I haven't seen him in the outer sect before. I don't know when he entered the sect."

"Oh, what a pity. I was watching other arenas a few days ago, but I didn't notice this senior brother. I missed such a wonderful fight in vain."

"I met this senior brother in the outer sect's Sutra Pavilion two years ago, but I remember that he was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining at that time. How could he be at the eighth level now? Did I remember it wrong? It is impossible to improve so fast in two years, right?"

"I think it is a sure thing for this senior brother to enter the top ten. It is really enviable."