Cultivation starts from drawing superhuman physique

Liao Songlin looked at the pill bottle in front of him, pouted and shook his head slightly, then turned his attention to Taoist Zuiyang.

"Since I'm here to apologize to you, just accept it. Don't give it up for free!" Taoist Zuiyang raised his chin.

Liao Songlin nodded, grabbed it in his hand, uncorked the bottle with the other hand and smelled it, then quickly put it into the storage ring with a sly smile.

Tian Huazi smiled slightly and sent a message to Taoist Zuiyang: "Fellow Taoist Zuiyang, since everyone knows it well, I won't hide it from you. Those who died were indeed sent out by the incompetent elders below. All my souls have been lost." The Huan Shen Sect is responsible for it, so why not let this matter end here, what do you think?"

Taoist Zuiyang glanced at Tian Huazi in surprise. He did not expect that the other party would be so frank and admit it directly.

He stroked his purple beard and looked like he was thinking.

Seeing this situation, Tian Huazi transmitted the message into the secret again. He didn't know what he said, which made him squint his eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, Xiao Liao, take care of the scene, and you don't have to worry about other things!"

"Yes!"

Liao Songlin naturally understood that the deal between the top management was over, and now he could close the team after clearing the land.

Although Su Poman knew what was happening outside, he didn't take it to heart.

But after dealing with the barking dog outside, my ears suddenly felt a lot clearer.

"I'm not strong enough, but I still like to use tricks. Haha, the little brat of the Spiritual Fantasy Sect..."

……

At the intersection of the fairy world and the demon world, the great elder of the Spiritual Fantasy Sect was leaning on an emerald-green dragon-headed crutch, communicating with a mass of dark demonic energy, and seemed to be plotting something.

After drinking some tea, the figure of the octogenarian disappeared into a gust of breeze.

In the billowing black demonic energy, a pair of red demonic pupils appeared, and there was a ghastly sound like a flock of crows flying through the space, and a ball ringing against the empty wall.

"Linghuan Divine Sect... interesting!"

It was a standing, sheep-shaped demon!

A pair of bright black horns that seemed to pierce the sky flashed away, ferocious and sharp, and white hair that seemed to represent death. The monstrous evil energy caused the surrounding time and space to tremble continuously.

The scarlet magic light in the pupils left indelible traces in the space, as if this gaze could imprint the void.

"I'm really willing to give you that thing, so I can go to the fairy world for a trip!"

……

The next few days passed very peacefully, so peacefully that Su Poman felt a little strange.

"Why don't you try other methods? It's probably not because you're at your wits' end... maybe you're trying to hold back a big one!"

"Will you make trouble in the decisive battle? Haha..."

Su Poman shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Let him be strong, let him be strong, the breeze will blow on the hills!

Now, there is only one rule left for him to step into the Golden Immortal Realm.

As soon as the decisive battle is over, he will break through on the spot.

At that time, no matter where the conspiracy comes from, it will not be enough in the face of absolute strength!

After all, this is just a war between mainland prodigies, and it will not lead to an immortal emperor-level existence.

In the early morning of this day, Su Poman specially changed into a brand new robe, opened the courtyard door and left.

"Li Xuezhe is out!"

"It's him!"

"The decisive battle is about to begin. I feel like there is no suspense!"

"Little Jun Lingxun was defeated by him, do you think there will be any suspense? Although Li Haoran is strong, he is still a little behind compared to Xiaojun!"

"That's right! Didn't you realize that the handicap for this decisive battle has not been opened?"

"Master Li, I wish you success!"

"Fellow Daoist Li, congratulations in advance..."

……

Since I had received a lot of gifts before, there were quite a few people who came to congratulate me along the way. In order to stabilize the way of these financial backers, Su Poman did not want to act too coldly. He played both sides and returned the gifts one by one. It can be said that he had done enough etiquette. At the same time, he also invited them to come to his house to "have a banquet" after the decisive battle. Celebrate.

Naturally, you have to bring gifts to the banquet, which is what Su Poman needs.

After traveling quickly, we soon arrived at the final battle.

This is an even larger suspended arena than before. Outside the layers of shrouded formations, white jade stone platforms are also suspended, with tables and coffee tables placed on them for the enjoyment of the Golden Fairy Realm monks who come to watch the battle.

Su Poman looked at these battles, feeling a little ashamed in his heart, thinking: "I may have disappointed you. I will end this battle as soon as possible, and it won't be much fun to watch..."

Although Li Haoran's combat power was good, he was still not good enough when facing Su Poman.

Without waiting for the waiter to guide him, Su Poman entered the arena directly with a thought.

The long-faced waiter looked at the formation prohibition sign in his hand with a shocked face, and his heart was full of doubts.

"He...how did he go up? Could it be that the formation was not activated?"

Thinking of this, he put away his token and took a small step towards the edge of the ring.

Bang!

A figure was instantly ejected by the powerful formation force.

"Li Xuezhe!"

"Li Xuezhe!"

……

Among the monks crowded on the ground to watch the match, some supporters shouted the words "Li Xuezhe" in unison.

At this moment, Su Poman suddenly felt like a star on the pitch, with people shouting for him from all directions.

On the other side, under the guidance of the waiter, Li Haoran walked out of the crowd passage on the west side. The shouts of Linghuan Shenzong had been drowned in the roar of "Li Xuezhe" like a tsunami.

On the high platform, a group of Golden Immortal monks also began to enter sporadically.

The Great Elder of the Spiritual Fantasy Sect unexpectedly arrived early, leaning on a dragon-head crutch and staring at the south side of the arena, with a hint of worry hidden in his frown.

After Li Haoran stepped onto the ring, Su Poman didn't wait for the referee to announce the start, and shouted to the opponent: "Li Haoran, get ready, I will send you off as quickly as possible!"

"Huh?" Before Li Haoran could reply, he saw that his surroundings were plunged into darkness.

It stands to reason that this decisive battle, which is highly anticipated, should wait until all the heavyweight spectators are in place before starting.

But the referee elders arranged by the Immortal Alliance never expected that Su Poman would not play according to the routine. He started the battle on his own before announcing his entrance.

"This is a mess!"

The elder referee, who was wearing a moon-white robe inlaid with gold, waved his sleeves to freeze time and space in the arena.

But in the next moment, in full view of everyone, a figure as embarrassed as a dead dog was thrown out of the ring.

Everyone took another closer look, good guy, isn't this the divine son of the Linghuan Divine Sect, Li Haoran?

"Fuck!"

"Is this... the end?"

"The final battle ended a bit hastily!"

"It's so unexpected. What's going on with Li Xuezhe? He took action before the referee announced it! I don't know if this is a violation of the rules!"

"It starts with an anticlimax, but ends with a tail! It's in vain that I spent 800 immortal stones to sit in the teleportation array to come to Juyang City to watch the decisive battle! What a waste!"

……

Not only the audience under the stage, but also the golden immortal monks on the suspended stone platform felt a little messy. Some people even saw Li Haoran who was thrown off the stage as soon as they arrived.

The elder referee flashed to Li Haoran's side in an instant, and with a glance of his consciousness, he knew that the child was hopeless. Even if he woke up and joined the battle again, he would definitely not be able to win.

"His cultivation level has actually dropped to the Heavenly Immortal Realm. What else can this compare to!"

Su Poman's figure emerged from the dark realm, looked at the referee elder with a smile, and asked: "Does this mean I win?"

"If I win, give me the reward!"