Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

A quarter of an hour later, on Dou Zhan Peak, there were three figures standing on the arena. Two of them were Wu Fan and Shao Hui, and the other was an old man. The old man said: "Get ready." Already?"

"Ready." Wu Fan and Wu Fan said in unison.

The old man said again: "Okay, I won't describe the rules of the game anymore. I think you all know that during the duel, if there is no fatal crisis, I will not take action. If one party surrenders early, the game will be terminated, and , you two each hand over one hundred spirit stones."

Wu Fan and Wu Fan simultaneously took out a hundred spirit stones from their storage bags and handed them to the old man. They saluted the old man. The old man accepted the spirit stones and walked towards the ring. When the old man walked off the ring, he turned back. He shouted: "The competition begins."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Wu Fan and Wu Fan instantly entered the battle preparations. Shao Hui pulled out the long sword behind him with a "choking" sound, and smiled at Wu: "Junior Brother Wu, I have this sword." The flying sword is a top-notch magical weapon, let me see how you can beat me."

Wu Fan smiled slightly and did not answer. He slapped the storage bag, and a ray of silver light flew out with a "swish" sound. It was Wu Fan's top-quality flying sword "Silver Moon Sword".

When Shao Hui saw the Silver Moon Sword, he was suddenly startled. He did not expect that the other party also had the best magic weapon. He snorted with a gloomy face and immediately released the flying sword to shoot towards Wu Fan. Wu Fan also instantly controlled the silver moon sword. The Moon Sword shot towards the opponent's flying sword, and with a "boom", the two flying swords collided together, and then bounced away at the same time. Wu Fan knew that with his cultivation level, he would not be able to hold on for too long. The battle must be fought quickly. Thinking of this, Wu Fan's body suddenly twisted on the spot, and then disappeared. At the same time, not far in front of Shao Hui, the space fluctuated, and a figure appeared in an instant. It was Wu Fan himself. After he used his extremely fast phantom to arrive at Shao Hui's side, he swayed and suddenly a golden light emerged from his body. This golden light spread to ten feet away in an instant and directly wrapped Shao Hui. Within the golden light, Wu Fan himself did not stop. He was seen making secrets with one hand, and a huge ice cone suddenly formed in front of his fingers and shot straight towards Shao Hui.

When Na Shaohui saw Wu Fan suddenly appearing in front of him, he was startled. After being covered by the golden light, he felt as if a big mountain was pressing on him, and his body was almost crushed while trembling slightly. Lying down, Shao Hui was horrified. He didn't expect the other party to have such weird magical powers. Without thinking too much, he hurriedly tried to stabilize his body. But at this moment, a huge ice pick had arrived in front of him at such a speed. Quickly, he didn't have time to react. He only heard a "bang" sound, and Shao Hui's body was instantly knocked out. He spurted a mouthful of blood as he flew into the sky, and then fell with a "boom" sound. fell to the ground.

At this time, his face was pale and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He raised his head hard and looked forward, but what he saw at this time was a shining silver flying sword, floating an inch in front of his eyes. He knew He lost, and he lost so quickly. He was seriously injured and lost the competition after just one confrontation. Only now did he understand why the other party was so confident and even increased the bet. When he thought of the thousand contribution points At this time, his heart felt even more painful. That was a thousand contribution points. He only had more than a thousand contribution points in total. He almost lost it all at once. This was something he had saved for a long time. He wanted to save enough to contribute. It was worth buying a new skill, but now it's all gone. Thinking of this, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

At this time, Wu Fan also put away the flying sword. From the beginning to the end of the competition, it took less than three breaths in total. It could be said that it was over just after it started. Walked down the ring and came to Bai Xiaowen and others. At this time, Bai Xiaowen, Zhou Yu, and Yanan, including the ten people who came with Shao Hui, all looked at the field in stunned silence, and then all looked at Wu Fan, they thought they were dazzled, how could this be possible? A dignified monk at the eleventh level of qi refining, a famous sword cultivator, and a top-grade magical weapon, a flying sword, was beaten to the point of vomiting blood so quickly? This is incredible. You must know that the opponent is just a monk at the ninth level of Qi refining. They will not think that Shao Hui is too weak at all, because they know how powerful Shao Hui is. He can lose so quickly. That's just because the opponent is too powerful.

The foundation-building elder was a little surprised at first, but then he remembered that this kid was Wu Fan, who won the first place in the competition two years ago, so he was relieved.

The happiest people here must be Bai Xiaowen and Yanan. They danced and hugged each other and giggled.

Seeing how happy they were, Wu Fan and Zhou Yu also laughed together.

At this time, the ten people in the audience remembered Shao Hui, and swarmed to the stage to get Shao Hui back.

The foundation-building elder also came over at this time and said to Shao Hui: "Since you lost, please give Wu Fan one thousand contribution points as soon as possible."

Wu Fan heard the old man's words, walked over quickly, and handed his identity plate to the old man, while Na Shaohui also showed unwillingness and gave his identity plate to the old man.

The old man took two identity badges, made a hand gesture, and then pointed at the badges. A white light flashed, and Wu Fan's identity badge instantly changed from 1,200 to 2,200. Wu Fan took his identity badge and was happy. This 1,000 contribution points came too easily. It was much faster than when he was doing a task. The last time he went to Liangzhou to do a task, he spent almost a month to earn 1,200 contribution points, but this time it took less than an hour to get 1,000 contribution points. It would be a lie to say that he was unhappy.

At this time, Wu Fan looked at Shaohui and said, "Our previous agreement..."

"Hmph, don't worry, since I have promised, I will definitely do it. From now on, I will no longer entangle Yanan, and my grudge with Bai Xiaowen will end here." Shaohui said with a sullen face.

Wu Fan nodded with satisfaction.

After saying that, Shaohui shouted to the people around him, "Let's go."

When everyone left, Wu Fan, Zhou Yu, Bai Xiaowen, and Yanan also flew towards Chaoxia Peak.

A quarter of an hour later... Chaoxia Peak, in Bai Xiaowen's cave...

"Haha, Junior Brother Wu, today is so refreshing and so enjoyable. This time, it's all thanks to you." Zhou Yu laughed and patted Wu Fan on the shoulder.

At this time, Yanan also came forward. She bowed to Wu Fan shyly and said with gratitude: "Junior Sister Yanan, this time it's all thanks to Senior Brother Wu's help. Junior Sister thanks Senior Brother here."

"Ha... What's there to thank him for? He's my brother." Bai Xiaowen held Yanan's white and tender little hand, and then hit Wu Fan on the chest, but there was obviously gratitude in his eyes.