Panda Taoist Priest

"Zhou Nan?" This was the first time Chu Xiong came to this world to see someone else fight. He couldn't help but be interested as he stood high up. With his height of three meters, he could easily see everything on the plaza.

"Which senior do you want to challenge?" The middle-aged Daoist smiled.

"Junior brother intends to challenge senior brother Chen." Zhou Nan obviously already had his own plans, and directly replied.

When he heard this, one of the fifteen middle stage Daoist Priest wrinkled his brow and slowly walked out. His body was very thin, and his face was somewhat pale.

Chu Xiong blinked his eyes, seeing this sickly middle mortal body stage Daoist Priest was somewhat enlightened, so it turned out that Zhou Nan actually planned to first pick the weakest guy to challenge.

Zhou Nan's intentions were immediately understood by everyone in the plaza.

"Ai, ai, I already knew that senior brother Chen's health was not good, why didn't you go up and challenge him?" A Daoist priest was upset.

"What a great opportunity, why am I hesitating? The next one will be harder." The other Daoist clapped his hands and stomped his foot.

"Zhou Nan this kid, just now he said that he would let others find out the truth about our seniors first, but now he's going up himself first" Another Daoist Priest clenched his fist with a furious expression.

The surrounding Daoists broke out into a flurry of discussion. The two people on the plaza, under the guidance of the middle-aged daoist, had already arrived at the center of the plaza.

"When you two compete in the Dao, remember, do not let your fellow disciples face off against each other!" The middle-aged Daoist said in a loud voice.

"Yes sir!" The two of them spoke at the same time.

The middle-aged Daoist Priest nodded his head and then retreated a dozen meters back, completely giving way to him.

"Senior Brother Chen, I am sorry for being impolite." Zhou Nan cupped his hands and smiled.

"Junior brother Zhou, you really can do it!" Senior brother Chen clasped his hands. His voice was hoarse and he was short of breath. It was obvious that his body was quite empty.

Seeing this, Zhou Nan was overjoyed. He slapped his storage pouch and a cyan light flashed. The standard magic tool for disciples of the Gui Yun Sect, the "longsword", flew above his head.

Senior brother Chen snorted and waved his hand. A green light flew above his head.

Everyone was a Daoist from the Guiyun Temple and they all learned the same Imperial Sword Technique, so their methods were very similar.

The surrounding Daoist priests had long since gotten used to this sort of opening. They lowered their voices and carefully observed.

"Begin!" At this moment, the middle-aged Daoist Priest's identity had been changed to that of a referee and he shouted loudly.

"Go!" Zhou Nan pointed at Senior Brother Chen, and the flying sword above his head instantly flashed with a green light, shooting towards Senior Brother Chen.

Although Senior Brother Chen appeared to be sickly, Zhou Nan did not dare to completely let down his guard. He wanted to probe Senior Brother Chen. After all, Senior Martial Brother Chen was a Mid Rank Mortal Body Daoist, and his spiritual energy was much greater than his own.

Senior brother Chen lifted his eyelids slightly and waved his hand, sending the flying sword flying towards Zhou Nan at an even faster speed.

The corner of Zhou Nan's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly changed the direction he was pointing in, moving towards Senior Brother Chen's flying sword.

"Dang." The two swords ruthlessly clashed, emitting a crisp metallic sound.

Both swords were sent flying.

It looked like a draw, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that senior brother Chen had the advantage.

This was because Senior Brother Chen had arrived late, and just this point alone was enough to take on Zhou Nan.

Regardless of whether it was in terms of proficiency in the Imperial Sword Technique or the density of the body's mana, a middle mortal cultivator like Zhou Nan could not be compared with him.

However, Zhou Nan was still overjoyed after suffering such a small loss. With a wave of his hand, another small palm-sized shield was summoned by him, flying up and down around his body, completely protecting him.

"A defensive magic tool!"

"A defensive magic tool!" How could he have it? "

A mortal low level Daoist would usually only have a long sword. As for defensive magic tools, most mortal low level Daoist did not have one.

"So this is what you rely on!" Senior Brother Chen somewhat disdainfully waved his hand, and a similar small shield flew out as well …

Chu Xiong rubbed his chin, his interest increased.

After that, the two of them made a hand sign, and the long swords in the sky flew back and forth, occasionally attacking each other.

Fortunately, both of them had defensive magic tools. Even if a longsword managed to dodge the opponent's longsword, the opponent would still be able to block it with his defensive magic tools.

This kind of battle continued for a while, causing Zhou Nan's face to turn slightly unsightly.

"Zhou Nan's magic power is insufficient. From the looks of it, he lost." Lin An knitted his brows slightly, looking as if he felt the same way.

He was also of the lower mortal body, and his magic power was similar to Zhou Nan's. Once he entered the arena, it was very likely that this would happen as well.

At this moment, Zhou Nan, who was on the field, seemed to have realized this embarrassing situation. A glint flashed across his eyes, and he changed the hand sign he was holding.

The long sword that was suffused with azure light suddenly glowed brightly, chopping towards Senior Brother Chen with the power to split the heavens and earth.

Naturally, senior brother Chen had also seen Zhou Nan's actions. The corners of his lips curled up, and he raised a single hand to send his longsword flying towards him. He wanted to use his mortal body's middle rank magic power to fight against Zhou Nan.

Suddenly, a raging inferno appeared in Zhou Nan's hand, pouncing straight towards senior brother Chen.

"Fireball!" Chu Xiong's eyes lit up, he also knew this technique.

However, Chu Xiong had used a fireball technique and was chanting incantations, so he would have to busy himself for a while. The Fireball Technique that Zhou Nan used, no matter if it was speed or power, was much stronger than his.

He didn't know how Zhou Nan had done it, but Senior Brother Chen had immediately fallen into danger.

"An insignificant skill!" Seeing this, Senior Brother Chen did not panic. Instead, he performed a single-handed technique.

Suddenly, a wall of earth blocked his path.

When the blazing flames hit the wall, other than turning the wall black, it did not hurt the person behind the wall at all.

Ah!

The gazes of the people around the plaza were attracted by the flames, while Zhou Nan let out a blood-curdling scream!

The corner of Chu Xiong's eyes jumped as he turned his head to look.

At this moment, Zhou Nan's small shield was still flying up and down, but one of his feet had already been pierced through by a stone cone that had emerged from the ground.

His entire body slightly trembled. The hand sign in his hand was in chaos as the longsword in the air floated down.

Senior Martial Brother Chen instantly executed two techniques, and the results of his victory and defeat were revealed in an instant.

"Chen Tao wins." The middle-aged Daoist stood to the side and announced.

"Senior brother Chen, you've won …"

"Isn't senior brother Chen sick?" You can even win like this? "

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how sick Brother Chen is, he is still a Mid Rank Mortal Body."

Those who had been depressed earlier by Zhou Nan were now secretly rejoicing. No one would have thought that an intermediate stage Daoist who wasn't in a good condition could still easily defeat the low mortal body Zhou Nan.

Through this battle, the low-level Daoists in the audience realized even more deeply the difference between them and the mid-level Daoists.

"I... "I …" Lin An stood at the side with his mouth wide open, a surprised look on his face.

"Did I kill a few Mortal Body middle stage cultivators?" Lin An's disbelieving voice resounded in Chu Xiong's mind.

"That's right!" Chu Xiong affirmed.

"I'm that powerful?!" Lin An still found it hard to believe.

"You're quite amazing!" Chu Xiong blinked his eyes and chuckled.