The cheating boy plays around in the world of immortal cultivation

The Sixth Elder saw that everyone in the audience was talking a lot, but overall they were still very excited, and continued: "After the 25 people are selected, the competition at the 1st to 3rd levels, and the 4th to 6th levels will be over. 7 No matter how many people are left at the 10th level, they will be drawn into a duel again and half of them will be eliminated."

"At this time, we will give all the eliminated people a last chance to challenge. For those who won, Shanmen will give you a task. If the task cannot be completed, there will be no reward. But if the task is completed, everyone who participated in the task will be rewarded." A foundation-building pill will be rewarded, and the person who performs best in the mission will be rewarded with a spiritual weapon by Shanmen!"

"Foundation Building Pill! Spiritual Weapon!" All the disciples were shouting, especially the monks at the 7th to 10th level of Qi Refining. They were getting closer and closer to the foundation building stage. Naturally, they were eager for the Foundation Building Pill. They couldn't help but feel excited, just waiting. When you get on stage later, you can kill everyone!

The Sixth Elder observed the situation and was very satisfied with the disciples' eagerness to try. He said: "There are a total of 20 small duel platforms here. You will take turns to compete on the stage according to the order of drawing lots. If you are kicked out of this small platform, you will lose, even if you are trying to avoid the opponent's attack. , as long as it flies out of the range of the platform, it will be a loss.”

"If you are injured and fall to the ground for more than five breaths, you will lose. So even if you pretend to be dead and rest, it cannot exceed five breaths. In addition, your opponent can throw you out when you are down, regardless of whether you are injured or not. outside the platform.

"In addition, it is allowed to voluntarily admit defeat, and those who voluntarily admit defeat will lose. However, after one party voluntarily admits defeat, its opponent cannot continue to attack it!"

"We all know that it is impossible to compete in martial arts without hurting people, but it is strictly forbidden to harm the opponent's life, otherwise you will be dealt with according to the sect rules. Not only will you be disqualified from the competition, but those who unintentionally kill others will be imprisoned for at least 5 years, and those who intentionally kill others will be expelled directly. Let’s get out of the mountain! That’s it, let’s start drawing lots! The first to third level Qi Refining disciples will start drawing lots, and then the first level disciples will start the competition.” The Sixth Elder continued.

So about a hundred people from the first level came on stage first and started queuing up to draw lots. They were all Qi Refining disciples from the 1st to 3rd levels. After the team was lined up, Yuanxiao found the little fat guy Hu Lai, standing in the fifth place waiting for the draw.

Yuan Xiao immediately found Wang Wu, took out a bag of spiritual stones and stuffed it into Wang Wu's hand. It was exactly one hundred low-grade spiritual stones, and said: "I bet on that little fat guy Hu Lai to win, no matter who his opponent is!"

Although Wang Wu specializes in betting on winning or losing, it is very rare to be able to bet 100 spirit stones at one time. It is definitely a big deal for him, and his face turns red with excitement.

But Wang Wu still advised: "Junior brother, do you want to wait a moment and see who the little fat guy's opponent is before deciding whether to bet and how much to bet? The little fat guy hasn't drawn lots yet. You're a powerful character at Level 3, haven't your 100 spirit stones been wasted?" Wang Wu rarely violated his conscience this time.

After Yuan Xiao heard Wang Wu's advice, he immediately became fond of Wang Wu. Although this guy was obsessed with earning spiritual stones, he had his own bottom line, and it was estimated that his business would be very good in the future.

So Yuan Xiao said: "It doesn't matter, this little fat guy is my friend. No matter who the opponent is, I will bet on him to win. Even if he loses, it will be regarded as my moral support for him. I have no complaints. Senior Brother Wang, don't worry!"

"Well, now that Junior Brother has made up his mind, I won't say any more! If the little fat guy wins in the end, I will naturally come over and hand over the Spirit Stone to you. If I don't find you, I will give the Spirit Stone to Senior Brother Mo. "

At this time, two other people called Wang Wu and said they wanted to place a bet. Wang Wu hurried over to discuss the bet with them. It seems that Wang Wu's business is good. After a competition, he will probably earn a lot of spiritual stones just from the handling fee!

Finally it's the little fat man's turn to draw lots! The little fat man reached into the black box and pulled out a small piece of paper, which read: Level 1 of Qi Refining, Huang Tao.

The little fat man was overjoyed. Thanks to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, he finally did not draw an opponent with level 3 Qi refining. After all, the little fat man is only at the first level of Qi Refining, and he has just entered the first level. He considers himself to be of low cultivation. If he meets those strong men, he will be beaten to pieces!

Now that Huang Tao is at the first level of Qi Refining like himself, he still has to fight, and even if he fails, he won't get too many beatings! Wonderful!

The little fat man was feeling complacent about his luck when suddenly someone from behind patted him on the shoulder and handed him a small note.

The little fat man opened it and saw what was written on it: Little fat brother, someone spent 100 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones to bet on you to win, you must resist! We must live up to this trust!

The little fat guy was stunned! With my level 1 Qi refining strength, does anyone dare to bet on me winning? ! How much you have to trust me, this is closer than my own mother!

This note was naturally a bet on professional Wang Wuchuan. Wang Wu was so concerned that he even used the mental stimulation method on the little fat man.

When all the people on the first level had drawn lots, some were laughing, some were sad, and some were worried.

Those who are laughing are those who have drawn Qi Refining from level 3 to level 1, and they will be able to fly away their opponents with one move; but what is sad are those opponents who have drawn from level 1 to level 3 of Qi Refining, if they do not admit defeat. , maybe he will get a severe beating, and then lose; what he is worried about is those who are drawn with a similar level of cultivation as his own, and it is uncertain who will win and who will lose, maybe there will be a fierce fight.

At this time, the inner disciples responsible for each platform began to announce the duel list for each platform.

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"On the 5th platform, Hu Lai, who is at the 1st level of Qi Refining, will face Huang Tao, who is at the 1st level of Qi Refining. Please come on stage!" Today's host happened to be Hu Lai's master, the Sixth Elder. The Sixth Elder nodded to Hu Lai and pointed at his belly.

The little fat boy understood and wore it. The master was afraid that the little fat boy would not be able to bear the pain when being beaten, so he gave the little fat boy a piece of armor to wear inside the clothes on his upper body. It was not visible on the surface, but it could play a miraculous effect of reducing damage when being beaten.

The little fat boy Hu Lai jumped onto the stage and looked at Huang Tao opposite. Huang Tao was an outer disciple, already in his twenties. Although he was not talented, he still cultivated to the peak of the 1st level of Qi Refining with his hard work. He was tall and fat.

Both of them were stunned. It was really a little fat boy against a big fat boy, and they were fat in different ways.

"Begin!" With an order, the disciples on all the platforms began to fight.

Some competitions were incredibly fast, and the battle ended in one or two moves because the strength difference was too great.

There were also some competitions where the two sides fought for half an hour without a winner, because the difference in strength was not big!

For example, the little fat man Hu Lai and the big fat man Huang Tao were the kind of people who fought so hard that it was still unclear who was the winner. Some other platforms have already started the third game, and their first game has not yet ended.

These two fat men don’t look like immortals at all! Everyone shook their heads when they saw it.

It was like a fight between country hooligans, you hug my waist, I clamp your head! You twist my arm, I pinch your thigh! You hit my butt, I kick your face! You plug my nostrils, I poke your eyes! ......

In the entire martial arts arena, the fight with the least content of immortal cultivation is these two fat men!