Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 7 Mysterious Taoist, no dead body

"Seven layers of Qi training?"

Hearing this, Xue Leng was shocked, and immediately checked his opponent's cultivation.

What made him heave a sigh of relief was that the handsome middle-aged Taoist in front of him actually had a realm lower than himself in terms of cultivation.

However, there was one thing that made Xue Leng a little confused.

This Taoist priest, obviously pitifully low in cultivation, stood there with a relaxed expression on his face, sure of winning.

From time to time, he reached out to stroke his erratic beard.

Such reckless actions instantly made Xue Leng, who was suspicious by nature, mutter in his heart.

"Could it be that this guy has some other powerful means to rely on?"

"Hmph, whether you are really capable or just pretending to be a ghost, you have to save your life today!"

After pondering for a few breaths, Xue Leng's eyes flashed fiercely, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an extremely dangerous angle.

Just when he was about to make a move, the middle-aged Taoist priest on the opposite side immediately frowned, and tried to persuade him to surrender:

"Why, little friend still doesn't give up the game, voluntarily abstains from the competition, do you want Pindao to knock you out of the ring?"

After finishing speaking, he stroked his shiny long beard again.

The aura of his body suddenly increased, and even with the front of his clothes, he could not move automatically, as if he was a master.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged Taoist persuading him to surrender, Xue Leng forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

He stared suspiciously at the face of the middle-aged Taoist priest for a long time, but he couldn't see any strange expression on his face.

"It seems that I really met a master. The bloody aura condensed from the massacre of more than a dozen immortal cultivators has no effect on him at all."

While secretly admiring the middle-aged Taoist priest in his heart, Xue Leng gritted his teeth fiercely just to be on the safe side, and took out ten Fireball Talismans from his storage bag.

As soon as the mana in the body circulated, the fireball talisman was ignited immediately, and then roared to the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Little friend, you..."

The middle-aged Taoist saw that Xue Leng didn't say a word, and when he came up, he threw all kinds of talismans at him, and he didn't finish his words, he just listened to the competition arena——

"Boom...boom...boom..."

After ten loud bangs in quick succession, the entire martial arts arena was suddenly filled with heat waves, and fire snakes flew in the air, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the martial arts arena
"One thousand 310 number two, win!"

The referee immediately announced that Xue Leng had won, and at the same time glanced at the ashes on the ground in surprise.

"Pretending to be a god and playing ghosts, death will not be punished!"

Seeing that the opponent was so vulnerable, Xue Leng, who had wasted ten talismans, immediately cursed angrily.

The raging fire was still burning on the field. After taking a look, the referee frowned and waved his hand.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, instantly extinguishing the fire in the arena completely.

After all this was done, the referee turned around and reprimanded Xue Leng earnestly:

"Immortal cultivators should avoid killing too much, otherwise it will affect the progress of the state of mind. Remember not to make such a heavy shot next time. Go down first."

After being warned deeply by the monk who established the foundation, Xue Leng's heart tightened, but he didn't dare to say more, so he had to forcefully show a look of pain.

Who would have thought that the middle-aged Taoist priest looked like a master, but his strength was so unbearable.

But if you think about it carefully, this middle-aged Taoist priest is not without merit.

The concentration shown in the battle just now is enough to make Xue Leng feel ashamed.

"Yes, the junior has been taught."

Bowing slightly to the referee, Xue Leng walked straight off the ring, silently enduring the constant glances from all around.

Fortunately, at this time, another competition in the fighting field, the huge booming sound, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Only then did Xue Leng feel a little more at ease, and followed the voice to look into the arena.

At this time, on the fourth field of the fighting field.

A white-clothed friar with golden rays all over his body was controlling a huge copper hammer, and slammed a yellow-faced middle-aged man fiercely.

The yellow-faced monk was not simple either, he pushed a khaki spirit mask with all his strength, and firmly blocked the oncoming copper hammer in front of him.

As the big copper hammer fell again and again, there were deafening bangs that shook people's hearts.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Although the offensive of the monk in white was extremely powerful, and every attack, ripples were smashed on the yellow mask.

It's a pity that they were all blocked by the yellow mask.

"The defensive ability of the earth attribute kung fu is indeed the best among the five elements kung fu..."

"The white-clothed cultivator exuding golden light should be practicing some kind of extremely lethal metallic spell..."

After seeing this powerful duel, the crowd watching the excitement outside the stadium couldn't help talking about it.

"This contest between the strongest spear and the strongest shield seems to be quite interesting."

At this time, Xue Leng, who was off the court, was also vaguely looking forward to the result of this fight.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man's strategy is very clear, which is to use his strong defense to consume the mana of the monk in white.

When his mana is almost used up, it is the best time for him to fight back.

On the field, the monk in white, who had been unable to attack for a long time, finally couldn't hold back.

A stern look flashed across his face, and then the formula he picked up in his hand changed rapidly, as if he was casting some secret formula.

A moment later, the monk in white who finished casting the secret formula opened his mouth with a flushed face, and sprayed a big mouthful of blood towards the big copper hammer in the air.

The big copper hammer, a magic weapon in the air, was already huge in size after being sacrificed by the blood of the monk in white, and it increased by three points in vain.

The strange runes on the body of the hammer kept shining with golden light.

There is also a faint blood-red color in it, with the aura of splitting the sea and breaking the mountain, and rushing towards the yellow-faced middle-aged man.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man on the ground felt the terrifying power emanating from the copper hammer, and finally his complexion changed drastically.

After increasing the output of the mana of the shield, he hurriedly took out another Vajra Talisman from the storage bag.

After offering the talisman, he pinched the formula again with both hands.

Constantly mobilizing the soil under his feet, a tall and thick earth wall was formed around his body, blocking the golden light copper hammer.

The yellow-faced middle-aged man who had just finished all this, before he had time to make any more arrangements, was greeted by the big copper hammer that fell from the air.

As soon as it came into contact, the big copper hammer, shining with golden light, broke through the defenses of the Vajra Talisman and the Earth Wall Technique one after another, and then bombarded heavily on the khaki defensive cover.

Accompanied by the rubbing sound of "嗤嗤", the dazzling light on the defensive cover scattered out from time to time.

After resisting the big copper hammer for a while, it finally shattered on the spot with a "boo".

With the rest of the force between them, the copper hammer slammed hard on the chest of the yellow-faced middle-aged man.

The huge force not only completely dented the chest of the yellow-faced middle-aged man.

Even his whole body was blown out of the arena, and he collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, life or death unknown.

"No. [-], win!"

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