Resurrection of spiritual energy, I began to cultivate immortals from farming

Chapter 110 Don't Ask to Lose (Please Subscribe)
Bian Shasha was sent out to the contest square. Her supporters were very proud before, because the boss must win.

Ding Ling was someone they knew, so Qiong didn't have any magic weapon in him.

The boss has a rich family and they know that it is very easy to defeat this Ding Ling.

The more I watched, the angrier I became, the boss actually lost to a commoner.

When Ding Ling came down to the Wutai, she felt many eyes looking at her with hatred.

She took a glance and saw that it was Bian Shasha's follower, and she came to Lai Jianlin's side indifferently.

After the first group of competitions, Mo Wen had already entered the third martial arts stage to compete with a male disciple.

The man looked a little younger than Mo Wen, tall and thin, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and fair skin. He was of the same initial stage of foundation establishment. He was wearing the robes of an inner disciple of the immortal sect, and he was wearing a pair of magical boots. .

As soon as the two men came to the stage, they just cupped their hands and launched an attack and defense without saying a word of nonsense.

Mo Wen still used his bow, and the light shot out from this bow was like a sharp arrow shooting at the opponent.

The opponent uses a sword, swinging it in the light, and also attacks the opponent. A sword is like thousands of swords, and each sword is like a sharp sword.

The two colored lights and shadows collided, making a "dang dang" sound, and a burst of flames, like the flames emitted by the friction between weapons and weapons.

At the same time, Mo Wen cast a tree spell to cast a towering tree, and scattered countless seeds. The densely packed seeds on the martial stage turned into small trees in an instant, and grew into towering trees, the trunks of which could not be hugged by two people.

The branches, leaves, and roots attack each other together, and the thorns on the tree shoot at each other like hidden weapons.

The opponent casts ice spells, and creates an ice wall in front of himself to defend against the opponent's attack. If he wants to use ice spells, flowers will fly all over the sky.

Wutai, which used to be as warm as spring, suddenly became as cold as winter, and snowflakes fell from the sky, attacking those big trees and Mo Wen.

In the freezing snow and ice, the big tree seemed to have lost part of its power no matter how it was used. The original green leaves were turned yellow by the ice and snow, losing their green luster.

Mo Wen saw the opponent's ice and snow, which restrained his wood magic, so he could only use that bow to eject more flames to dissolve the ice and snow.

It's just that in addition to using snowflakes, the opponent also made a lot of ice swords, and the sky was full of ice swords on the stage.

Mo Wen had already experienced this spell when Ding Ling cast it just now. He used many towering trees that could not be hugged by two people to rotate, or hit the ice wall with force. How much affected, under Mo Wen's spiritual power, it rotated like a windmill, and the tree pole collided with the ice wall, and "bang bang" the ice wall revealed big holes.

The opponent kept repairing the broken hole, preventing the big tree from attacking him.

The fight between the two was inseparable, and they couldn't tell the difference at once.

Mo Wen was very emotional at this moment, the few days of practicing with his junior brother made his spells improve a lot, so that he was able to fight against the opponent for a while.

Lai Jianlin was watching from under the martial arts stage. After this match, it will be his turn to compete on stage.

He was watching every martial arts stage. In the match between Mo Wen and the opponent, it seemed to be a tie, but if the opponent had other secret moves, Mo Wen would be at a disadvantage. His skills and magic weapons were too simple.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been abused by him every time they practiced.

"Brother, do you think Brother Mo Wen will win?" While watching, Ding Ling wanted to chat with Lai Jianlin to ease his tension. Among so many brothers in the shipyard, only this man could chat.

"It's hard to say, if the opponent has a stronger magic weapon, such as a lot of runes, he may lose..."

Lai Jianlin spoke out what was in his heart, and Ding Ling answered naturally.

"Oh, Brother Mo Wen..." Ding Ling didn't say the last sentence, what he wanted to say was that Brother Mo Wen was a bit stupid.

"The bull will also become stronger one day. If you fall down a lot, you will naturally gain experience."

Lai Jianlin felt that although this competition was very important, if he was eliminated, he had no choice but to wait for the next competition to win.

If you lose the first knockout round, you may not be eligible to participate in all subsequent fairy gate competitions.

However, if there are acquaintances who can participate in all Xianmen competitions, they can follow them to watch, but they can't play in the competition.

The road to cultivating immortality is so long, falling down once does not mean that you will fall forever, and you will get up one day.

It is not an easy task for Mo Wen to be able to enter the inner sect and reach the foundation building stage without resources, and it may take more time than others.

This is also a helpless move. Some people will not be able to reach the foundation-building stage in their entire lives. Entering the foundation-building stage is just another opportunity for the general stage. It does not mean that the road will be longer. It can only depend on personal opportunities.

The junior brother who was competing with Mo Wen on the martial stage, after several attacks, he found out that the opponent did not have too many magic weapons and runes.

He began to attack Mo Wen with other magic weapons and runes, and the sound of "boom boom" came out again on the stage.

A burst of flames and thick smoke came out of the martial arts stage, Mo Wen was thrown by the opponent's powerful rune, and he also threw the fire amulet at the opponent.

"Boom"

The sound of explosions kept ringing. The ice and snow just now hadn't disappeared, and the explosion blasted the ice and snow into the air.

Once again, there is a double sky of ice and fire, and the people outside the Wutai competition are not affected. We only see fierce battles on each stage, and the competition is extremely exciting.

Mo Wen's net worth is not as rich as others, but after a while, the runes are gone.

The opponent kept throwing runes at him, so he could only use the wood magic tree again, hoping that the spell could resist it.

"Boom"

The opponent's runes kept hitting him, and the big tree was blown off, making it impossible to attack the opponent.

Mo Wen used an aura of aura, but it was still unable to resist the opponent's runes.

His face was ashamed and his black clothes had lost their original color, although he still didn't look like a beggar.

He already had a hunch that he was going to lose.

Mo Wen was not reconciled to losing so easily, and attacked the opponent with the magic weapon he had used before.

The opponent used the defensive ice wall again, and the golden knife cut on the ice wall and solidified it.

The other party used the ice axe, and the huge ice and snow axes chopped off at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen had also seen this kind of spell when watching Ding Ling's match just now, using some trees on the ground to keep rotating above his head as a windmill, preventing those axes from cutting it down.

"Boom boom"

Bingxue's ax head was as sharp as a real axe, chopping those rotating logs section by section, as if to split firewood.

The broken wood didn't fall down, it was still spinning in the air, but there were many gaps, and the ax slashed at Mo Wen.

(End of this chapter)