After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 143 Tough
Seeing that Shen Qing dodged, the man jumped again, and with the fire spirit force in his hand, he came towards Shen Qing.

As soon as Shen Qing felt another wind noise coming from behind.

Dantian's spiritual power comes out.

"Oh!"

The figure of the person who was palming against Shen Qing took a few steps back in an instant, and in the gap between his backing, Shen Qing quickly turned around.

"Water shield!"

The spiritual power attack from the sneak attacker behind hit Shen Qingyi's water shield.

The sneak attack failed, and the male cultivator's pupils suddenly shrank.

Shunfa!The spiritual power is smooth!
So strong!

Shen Qingyi didn't give him the speed to react.

The water spirit power in his hand instantly turned into a long whip, and with a flick of the long whip, it hung high.

Sensing a crisis, Nanxiu wanted to dodge.

"Wow! Crack!"

Several disciples around felt the strong wind and dodged one after another.

And the male cultivator who wanted to escape suddenly felt a tightness on his waist, and the cold touch made his face change slightly. When he wanted to break free, he felt a burst of force wrapped around the whip, and it slammed towards the barrier of the ring. shoot away.

Nanxiu was thrown away, and he wanted to reverse the strength on his body in mid-air, but it was a pity that he hadn't waited for him to remove the strength from his body.

Another water whip hit.

"Oh!"

Nanxiu was completely thrown under the ring.

A monk not far away couldn't help swallowing.

This is the first half-step Foundation Establishment cultivator to end the ring shortly after the opening!

That female cultivator who looks soft and weak is so strong!
Shen Qingyi didn't have time to pay attention to everyone's eyes, because she already felt another attack coming towards her.

The water whip in his hand dissipated instantly, and the water shield suddenly became bigger.

The scimitar pierced fiercely into the water shield, Shen Qing retreated all over his body, exerting force with his feet, and swung away waves of smoke and dust.

"interesting!"

Fang Cheng's strong and tall figure caused some monks around him to retreat in fear.

As a well-known body-training cultivator among the 38 middle peaks, Fang Cheng's combat power is naturally very strong.

The moment they entered the ring, the number of Qian Yuli they got changed from the originally dull to extremely dazzling.

The monks in the ring can clearly see the numbers on each other's thousand feathers!

They all remembered the words of Asking the Sea.

The number on the Qianyu in Fang Cheng's hand happened to be the same as the Qianyu in Shen Qing's hand.

A big knife suddenly appeared in Fang Cheng's hand.

"Qianyu in your hand, I want it in Fangcheng today!"

Shen Qing stood up straight.

"Your Qianyu, I want it too!"

"Then wait and see!"

Fang Cheng ignored the monks around him, raised the sword in his hand, and the golden spiritual power brightened, making the sword sharper.

The blade flickered coldly.

"Zhu Sheng!"

Zhu Sheng, who looked like wood but not wood, suddenly grew bigger in Shen Qing's hands.

"What weapon is that? A stick?"

"Could it be that she practiced stick techniques?"

"Looking at the strong water spirit power on her body, she should focus on water spirit power, right? How does she, a monk with water spirit root, practice stick techniques? Shouldn't she practice defense-oriented exercises?"

"That's right! Without the powerful spiritual blessing of golden fire spiritual power, resting attack techniques, isn't that a waste of water spiritual power?"

The watching monks couldn't help but comment on the battle on the ring.

"Oh!"

Zhu Sheng and the broadsword collided violently.

Layers of energy exploded, and the roar made people's ears buzz.

Shen Qingyi and Fang Cheng took two steps back together.

Shen Qingyi couldn't help but tighten Zhu Sheng's hand, the tingling sensation in the tiger's mouth reminded her that the male cultivator on the opposite side was tough.

The regressed Fangcheng is also somewhat unbelievable.

He practiced body training exercises, and he practiced diligently on weekdays, so he knew his own strength.

(End of this chapter)