Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 483 The smile froze
"Qi Nanfeng, you are dying!" At this moment, a desperate roar sounded from the corner of the competition stage.

It was not Lu Qingli who spoke, but Hao Zhichuan.

He doesn't care about how Lu Qingli will be injured, and whether Qi Nanfeng will cut off his way of cultivation is none of his business, but the problem is that he is still on stage, and he is also under the cover of the forbidden technique of howling ghosts and howling gods.

Once the forbidden technique is fully activated, those ghosts and wild ghosts will not care whether he is a referee or an opponent. Anyway, everyone under the forbidden technique is an enemy, even Qi Nanfeng himself cannot be spared.

Facing the attacks of countless ghosts and fierce ghosts, with his late-stage Jindan cultivation, he might not be able to escape the end of being seriously injured.What's more, he is a referee, and he won't get any benefit from traveling all the way, so why should he be injured?
The twists and turns in the previous competitions were scary enough, especially the Wen Ruyu one, which made him terrified and suffocated for a long time, and now he was injured by Qi Nanfeng's forbidden technique for no reason. what!
The more Hao Zhichuan thought about it, the more wronged he became, and the more he thought about it, the more indignant he became, tears were about to fall.

"I'm sorry." After seeing Hao Zhichuan's face full of tears, Qi Nanfeng said apologetically, but he continued to draw in the air, outlining strange and eerie runes. .

In mid-air, countless ferocious ghosts screamed in unison and tried to pounce.

Although they knew that they were outside the forbidden technique and would not suffer any harm, the disciples of the various sects in the audience were still so frightened that the hairs on their bodies stood on end, they moved their legs unconsciously, and backed away trembling again.

Although the elders of the various sects in the auditorium remained calm on the surface, cold sweat broke out in the palms of their hands.

"Wait!" Lu Qingli said suddenly.

"What's the matter, do you want to admit defeat?" Qi Nanfeng paused slightly for the talisman in his hand, a mocking smile appeared on his pale face, but he was relieved in his heart.

If possible, who would want to renounce the way of self-cultivation?Lu Qingli was willing to admit defeat, of course he couldn't ask for it.

Not only Qi Nanfeng, but also the disciples of the Jinzhong Immortal Sect below heaved a sigh of relief, and even Wenren Chuchen and others felt a sense of relief.

Although the backlash of the forbidden technique is only for Qi Nanfeng, no matter how serious the injury is, Lu Qingli usually won't hurt her soul, and she can fully recover after a period of cultivation, but the world is impermanent, who can guarantee that there will be no accidents?

Anyway, in the forbidden spell of ghost crying and god howling, no matter what, you can't escape the result of losing both sides. It doesn't make any difference for Lu Qingli to admit defeat on his own initiative, so why bother to persist unnecessary.

"No, you're thinking too much." Lu Qingli shook her head, and looked at Qi Nanfeng sympathetically, "I just want to give you a word of advice, just stop, it's useless for me to cry like hell."

Qi Nanfeng was startled, and looked at Lu Qingli like an idiot, really wondering where her confidence came from.

"Lu Qingli, I know that you are a fellow practitioner of the three veins of gold, water and fire, and you also practice sword skills, spells and talismans, but based on what you have learned and your cultivation level, I am afraid that you can't break my forbidden technique, right?" Blood gushed from the corner of Qi Nanfeng's mouth, and a smile appeared on his pale face again, this time it was an undisguised sneer.

"Who told you that I'm a fellow practitioner of the Three Meridians, but actually I also cultivated the Meridian of the Wood Spirit." Lu Qingli said flatly.

In fact, not only the veins of the wood spirit, she also tempered the veins of the ice spirit, but she is not stupid who would expose all the skills at the bottom of the box all at once.

what!Even so, everyone was still taken aback again, their mouths were tongue-tied, and their jaws almost fell to the ground.

A fellow practitioner of three veins is already an unprecedented miracle in the cultivation world, but Lu Qingli is actually a fellow practitioner of four veins?

It is difficult for other practitioners with two veins to reach the sky, and every breakthrough is life and death. She, a fellow practitioner with four veins, can still be alive and kicking on the competition stage?
Impossible, this is impossible, she must be bragging.Even though they couldn't figure out why she boasted, and what was the point of boasting at a time like this, most of the people present still had such thoughts in their hearts.

But soon, they knew they were wrong.

"So, I am not only a sword cultivator, art cultivator, and talisman cultivator, but also an alchemy cultivator. Doctors are good at poison, so many alchemy cultivators are also called poison cultivators. You should know this?" Lu Qingli slowly spread her left hand, A touch of crystal-clear green emerged from the palm, like a green bud after a spring rain, and like a flawless green gem.

Poison repair!The sneer at the corner of Qi Nanfeng's mouth suddenly froze.

The forbidden technique of crying ghosts and howling gods can prohibit sword skills, spells, and talismans, and can even prohibit most of the immortal arts, but Danxiu's unique poison technique is not among them.

Could it be that in the end, it still fell short and could not escape the fate of defeat.Not reconciled, he is not reconciled!
Qi Nanfeng swung the talisman desperately, and the meridians in his body burst one after another, blood gushed out from his mouth, and even the corners of his eyes were dripping with bright red blood.

Amidst the howling sound, countless ghosts opened their teeth and claws, and rushed towards Lu Qingli in the air, and at the same time, they also rushed towards the poor Hao Zhichuan.

Even though he had already guessed that Qi Nanfeng would not just admit defeat, seeing his almost crazy behavior, Lu Qingli was still a little helpless.

With a thought, the crystal clear green in the palm turned into thousands of filaments, spreading out on the competition stage.

Danxiu Poison Art: Blue Falling Yellow Spring!
Although subject to the forbidden technique, Lu Qingli seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, unable to perform any talisman or sword skills, but the green filaments were not affected at all.

This is also the wonder of the Danxiu Poison Art. In detail, the Danxiu Poison Art is somewhat similar to the technique, but the root of the technique is the true essence, while the root of the Danxiu Poison Art is the essence contained in the spirit grass. of exuberant vitality.

Ghostly crying and howling can restrain thousands of celestial methods. In the final analysis, it is to restrain the true essence, but it cannot restrain the vitality of the spirit grass.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the green filaments enveloped the entire competition platform, entwining Qi Nanfeng tightly without any surprise.

Qi Nanfeng desperately circulated his true energy to condense his body-protecting energy.But unfortunately, this is not a poison in the secular world, but a strange poison in the real world refined by Lu Qingli from more than a hundred kinds of spiritual herbs.

If it was in its heyday, Qi Nanfeng's cultivation would still be able to resist it, and if he had been prepared earlier, it would not be difficult to crack it with talisman techniques, but at this time, the true essence and spiritual sense were greatly damaged, so in order to perform the forbidden technique of crying ghosts and howling gods, Even the rupture of the meridian caused severe injuries, so how could he resist it.

"Crack!" The qi of the body protection burst, and the green poisonous filaments poured straight into the meridians.

"Ah..." Qi Nanfeng froze all over, and the talisman pen in his hand fell to the ground.

Immediately, he saw his body twitching violently, his eyes darkened, he fell straight to the ground, and a layer of dark green quickly appeared on his face.

Without Qi Nanfeng's control, the talisman immediately broke open.

(End of this chapter)