surnamed Wang

Chapter 572 Cold Body
The icy air dissipated, and Wu Beiyao stood there unscathed. Lu Han's face was extremely ugly at the moment. The blow just now was his natal skill, and its power was comparable to that of the early Yuanying, which is why the little elder with eyes above the top favored him s reason.

Wu Beiyao admired the blow of the young man from the bottom of his heart. He stepped forward slowly and said:

"Born with a cold body, it's even rarer to be able to retract it freely. If it is an ordinary Nascent Soul, it will be defeated by you if you are careless."

"Don't talk too much, just show what you have." Lu Han's face was gloomy.

At this time, the audience became restless, and many people who bet heavily on this game couldn't help shouting:

"Lu Han, don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and get rid of him with real skills."

"You are the disciple of the little elder, will you not be able to beat a ten-thousand-year-old youngest?"

"You kid, don't you take advantage of the casino owner to play us on purpose?"

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The voices outside the arena became more and more piercing, some of them didn't know if they took the opportunity to make trouble, and every word they said was heartbreaking. No matter how good-tempered Lu Han was, he couldn't suppress it.

"Hmph!" When the situation intensified, a cold snort came.

It was the little elder who spoke, and he said in a flat tone:

"Anyone who disturbs the order of the competition will be dealt with according to the rules."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was the little elder trying to show his disciples.

The old man in black robe next to him turned his head and glanced at him with a smile in his eyes. The latter said with a still expressionless face:

"Old ghost, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. If you dare to say one more word, be careful that I won't let you down in public."

The old man had a smile on his face when he heard the words, but he didn't say a word.

The young elder Xu Junyu was born with a boy body, and his cultivation speed is amazing, but he is also destined to look like a child in this life. Although he is now more than 500 old monsters, he is still more than twice as young as the monks in the same realm. In addition, he has a pleasing appearance , Many people subconsciously regard it as a child.

The black-robed elder Guihualou next to him, at the age of more than a thousand years, should have had a grandson long ago, but his son was not up to date, and he has not found a Taoist partner until now, which made this old man with a detached status in the Zongmen see the child. Can't help showing a smile.

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The farce here has finally come to an end. The two sides on the stage have already fought together. The middle-aged monk made a quick move, completely gone from his usual lazy appearance. With one punch and one kick, the momentum was astonishing. Hit back again and again.

Lu Han's eyes were indifferent, as he retreated, icy air continued to flow from his body. The icy air condensed and did not disperse, turning into solid ice several times to block the opponent's attack.

"Congenital cold physique really lives up to its reputation."

The middle-aged monk showed admiration, and shattered the cold air gathered by the opponent again with his palm, then rolled up his cuffs, and grabbed the opponent's throat with his whole palm.

A cold light flashed in Lu Han's eyes, and he started to blow his air without hesitation. Two streams of pure white cold air rushed out of his nasal cavity, quickly condensed into two ice picks in the air, and went straight to the opponent's palm.

The young man took the opportunity to retreat, and the small silver jug ​​appeared again, this time without the slightest hesitation, he poured out all the liquid in the jug with a flick of his hand, and quickly flicked his ten fingers in the air, turning all the liquid into ice and air with the wind of his fingers.

After doing all this, his fingertips turned bruised and purple, obviously frostbitten. At the same time, there was a light blue icy air in front of Lu Han, and the temperature of the entire ring suddenly dropped, and the crisp freezing sound even came out of the ring.

Guihualou turned to look at the boy, "Lu Han is serious, are you sure he won't hurt you?"

"He's not a child. Since he did it, he has to bear the corresponding consequences."

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On the stage, the middle-aged man finally showed seriousness, "Is this your real ability?"

"Also please ask Fellow Daoist Wu to give up the fight. When it really starts fighting, even I can't stay out of it."

"Fellow Taoist is still young, capable, and has a good heart. If it's normal, the poor Taoist would be willing to smear your name and make you happy. However, the world has bullied me for too long. If you don't show some ability, they will really treat you as me." This Nascent Soul is just a decoration.

The poor way is not aimed at you, but I want everyone present to know that as long as I don't want to, no one can step on the poor way. "

"That's all for now, Fellow Daoist Wu, be careful."

Lu Han let out a low cry, and pushed his right hand forward, a light blue ice phoenix flew out screaming and breaking through the cold air. Everyone outside the ring was shocked when they saw this. Wang Gangquan, who had been silently watching the battle, groped his chin and said in doubt:
"This man's technique is so weird, it's very similar..."

"Friar's natal skill." A person beside him answered.

Wang Gangquan turned his head, but Hong Qingyan stood beside him at some point.

"You Daoist Hong are so interested in watching the battle?"

"For those who have made a bet, don't worry if you don't come."

"A moment ago, you said that the young man used the technique of the cultivator of Jujujie?"

"No, Hong is just saying that Lu Han's identity is secret, and I haven't been able to find out his specific origin. I only know that he was brought back from Jutujie by the little elder."

"It's not that humans are strictly forbidden to cultivate in Jutu Realm. Once they are found, they will be killed even if they go to Sanxian Island."

Hong Qingyan smiled, looked at the purple-clothed boy not far away, and whispered:

"Don't look at the little elder's bad temper, but he is extremely responsible to his disciples. Even if Lu Han is a human race who came out of the Jutu world, no one would dare to do anything to him. Do you think no one has been assassinated in these years? They were all given by the little elder. Cleaned up."

"I see."

Wang Gangquan nodded, and also looked at the little elder who was not as tall as him, admiring him a little more in his heart. The latter seemed to sense something, and turned his head suddenly, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he was confirming the other person's thoughts.

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The two stared wide-eyed, Bingfeng on the ring had already collided with Wu Beiyao, this time the movement was obviously much louder than before.

The ice phoenix seemed domineering, but when it hit the middle-aged monk's chest, it immediately shattered inch by inch, and finally turned into boundless cold air and spread out. Just when everyone thought it was over, wherever the ice air touched, blossoming ice flowers began to emerge out of thin air .

The towering giant trees under the feet of the two warring parties bear the brunt, frozen into ice sculptures from top to bottom, and within a short time, the whole tree has become crystal clear.

With a sound of "click", a crack appeared in the trunk of the tree, and then spread rapidly and quickly spread throughout the giant tree. The giant tree as hard as iron shattered in the eyes of everyone, and the shattered ice crystals turned into cold air again and continued to spread. infestation of other trees.

Wu Beiyao, who was in mid-air, was surrounded by thick icy air, and outsiders couldn't see the specific situation clearly. With the effort of a cup of tea, layers of ice flowers began to protrude from the white air. Looking intently, he saw that the original position was already more A piece of light blue solid ice.

The blue ice was nearly ten feet thick, and there was an indistinct figure inside it.

"It seems that the outcome has been decided."

Some people in the crowd began to talk aloud, and within a short while, the solid ice had already cracked.

"Elder, hurry up and announce the result, Wu Beiyao will freeze to death in a while."

A monk who bet on Lu Han couldn't help but speak, and the rest of the people also echoed, but the elders who supervised the battle remained calm.

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(End of this chapter)