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Chapter 173 Chapter 172

Fusang's forehead twitched when he saw such a game of gambling, and watched the two apprentices flirt with each other.

He understood that the two of them set up this game just to earn spirit stones.

Immediately his eyes lit up, but he still maintained his immortal posture.

With a gentle face, he chatted with the few Zhenjun around him, and when everyone got acquainted, he brought the conversation to Yuanshui Zhenjun: "Yuanshui Zhenjun, I heard that my apprentice almost worshiped you as a teacher, thanks to you giving Mo Yuheng I."

Zhenjun Yuanshui was full of depression and couldn't vent the backlog in his chest: "Accepting an apprentice is based on fate. Since you and Mo Yuheng are destined, it is her blessing."

The two greeted each other, chatted and praised each other.

As he spoke, Zhenjun Yuanshui's complexion became worse and worse, and he was naturally in a bad mood.

Seeing two people arguing with you and me, there is no meaning at all, so it is better to have something meaningful.

So one of the Jindan monks came up with an idea:

"It seems that Zhenjun Yuanshui is very confident in his apprentices. How about a gamble between Zhenjun Fusang and Zhenjun Yuanshui?"

Looking at the gamble among those disciples, the gamble is very big.

There are hundreds of thousands of low-grade spirit stones, which makes Jindan monks like them jealous.

Fusang applauded secretly in his heart, and retracted into his heart.

It's hard to say, he showed his mentality to start a gamble, and now it's all right, there are people ready to help him speak his mind.

The heart is very comfortable.

True Monarch Yuanshui was flustered and angry.

Looking at Mo Yuheng, he clenched his hands tightly.

Why did Elder Nie agree to accept him as an apprentice in the first place?
As a result, it was spread everywhere, and some secretly mocked him for making trouble.

So in order to get rid of this other people's ridicule towards him, I kept cultivating Xu Huai in my field, wanting to make him stronger, to give myself a sigh of relief, and to prove that he is not wrong.

Xu Huai walked up to the stage step by step and stood on the high platform. The wind gently blew a strand of his hair, making him look even more handsome.

And the other one who came to the stage was also a young man on the tenth level of Qi Refining, clasping his fists together: "Is Xu Huai ready?"

"It's time to start." Xu Huai smiled gently, and the hearts of the female disciples under the smile were pounding.

It turns out that a man can still be so pretty, but it's a pity that he's not as good as Luo Bai and Fusang Zhenjun.

They didn't dare to think about Zhenjun Fusang and Senior Brother Luo Bai, but Xu Huai and the others had the qualifications and opportunities.

Such a good future husband, who would not want to take him back.

The young man is a boy, so he won't be fooled by his beauty, but his expression became cold, and he took out a medium-grade magic weapon shield in his hand seriously, and activated spiritual power to continuously surround his body.

A bead appeared in the hand floating in the air, and the eyes were full of colors.

"watch out."

With a pinch of both hands, countless fiery red spiritual powers of the Fajue flew into the beads.

The bead burst out with a powerful brilliance and flew out, hitting fiercely on the blue sword light that was constantly spinning around Xu Huai.

Colliding with each other: a huge "rumbling" sound filled the air, and many scorched stones appeared on the ground.

This arena was forged from black stones in ten years, and it is not as hard as stones in ordinary rooms.

Being able to play scorched black shows that they have powerful mana.

It didn't take long before the two of them fought hundreds of moves against each other.

The face of the Faxie boy turned slightly pale, and scratches began to appear on his body.

Blood flowed out.

"Xu Huai has good means, but I will never admit defeat."

Then he pinched his hands and found that the shield around him continued to grow bigger, and then rotated in all directions.

With a clang, the attacking sword lights that flew in were blocked from the outside.

A burst of spiritual light collided and exploded.

Then the bead on the top of the boy's head poured a lot of spiritual power, and the Huaguang became brighter and brighter. It was obvious that the boy wanted to make a final gamble.

Xu Huai looked serious, holding the sword tightly in his hand: "Shui Yuan Sword Twelve Styles."

The sword in his hand was released from his hand, and then turned into sword lights, which rushed out like waterfalls in the water.

It hit the pillar hard.

A red fire light and a blue water light collided and exploded together.

It was obvious that the young man lost his spiritual power and his face turned pale. He was injured and flew out in an instant. He fell heavily on the ground and rolled several times before stopping. Holding his hand, he spat out a mouthful of blood
"Xu Huai, I admit defeat."

Seeing such a wonderful battle, the hearts of countless girls below were captured, and they kept applauding.

The Jindan Nascent Soul cultivator above kept nodding in satisfaction.

Commenting on Xu Huai's battle this time

"Not bad, not arrogant or impetuous, the attack is the most appropriate. It's just a pity that it still lacks some heat and needs to be honed in battle."

Hearing this comment, Zhenjun Yuanshui felt relieved.

I didn't waste my three months of painstaking efforts and wasted resources.

Fu Sang echoed gently: "It's really worthy of being the disciple of Zhenjun Yuanshui, who can make the attack power of water spirit root so powerful."

When Zhenjun Yuanshui heard that Zhenjun Fusang praised his disciples, he felt a burst of complacency.

Luo Bai's indifferent face almost cracked, I said the master is really an old fox with a black belly.

What kind of hole is being dug again, it seems to be the hole on the junior sister's body.

Could it be that the master and the elders are gambling with each other because the master is involved.

It's really worthy of the fact that the number of masters is high enough.

Mo Yuheng looked at Mo Yuheng with pity: Junior sister, you must win this time, otherwise you will be cut alive by the master.

Hearing these two words, I couldn't help shivering: "Brother."

Staring at his senior brother with sad eyes, he sighed and had to accept his fate.

Afterwards, people went up to the competition one after another, and soon it was Mo Yuheng's turn.

Mo Yuheng jumped up and saw that the opponent was a young man who was also a tenth-level practitioner of Qi Refining.

A radiant net appeared in front of him, holding a bow and arrow in his hands.

All are middle-grade instruments.

It's not that the other party doesn't want to use a high-grade magic weapon, but because his current cultivation base is not suitable, it consumes a lot of spiritual power, and he can't fully control it.

The attack power is not as strong as he used the middle-grade magic weapon.

It's better to use the magic weapon that suits you directly.

Mo Yuheng used the spirit weapon flying shuttle, also relying on his own deep spiritual power, he was able to control the spirit weapon.

But it is not completely controlled, only 1/10000 of its power can be controlled.

Before fighting with the foundation-building cultivator, the use of the shuttle was only to block the opponent's protective shell, which was stronger than the spiritual weapon, and the opponent could not beat it.

Now it's a battle, if you don't knock down the opponent in advance with the spiritual weapon, you will control yourself to consume your spiritual power violently, and then you will become the fat sheep of the opponent.

It's not as easy to use as the magic weapon, and the attack power is strong and consumes less aura.

The young Dharma cultivator didn't give the opponent a chance to breathe at all, and used the magic weapon on his body as soon as he came up.

Zhang Gong strung the strings, and a series of movements were very fast and skillful.

Soon the bowstring was completely released, and a ray of light flew out with a strong golden light.

A person who has cultivated the tenth level of qi training alone will be shot flying instantly if he is hit.

It can be seen that the power of this attack is very strong.

Many people held their breath with excitement, wanting to see how miraculous and powerful the personal disciple of the legendary Fusang Zhenjun is.

　Ask for a monthly ticket, a recommended ticket.

　　
　
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