Tomb of Immortals

Chapter 272 Immortal Gourd
Zhuge Xuanfeng saw that Baotian was so courageous, he couldn't help nodding his head in appreciation.You must know that not everyone has the courage to face the old monster in the Nirvana realm. Among other things, the courage alone is already admirable.Of course, having that strength is courage, not having that strength is courting death.Zhuge Xuanfeng saw that Bao Tianying was full of energy, and he was once the sword-wielding elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, so he probably had two brushes under his hands.

"Ha! Good! Good! Good!" Zheng Wenhui laughed back angrily, he didn't expect that Bao Tian would dare to underestimate him, Zhuge Xuanfeng's expression was obviously optimistic about Bao Tian, ​​but Zheng Wenhui was very angry.Although he has a cultivation base of medicinal pills and rarely fights with others, but the higher level is overwhelming, he doesn't believe that he will not be able to beat a mere monk at the beginning of the legendary level.

Zhuge Xiaoxian grabbed Baotian's hand and said very seriously: "Officer, don't save face for me, as long as you can't beat me to death."

"You - good! Very good!" Zheng Wenhui flicked his sleeves angrily: "Stinky boy, let's see you in [Tianjue Field]!" After saying that, a gust of wind rose from the ground and swept Zheng Wenhui out of the hall.

Bao Tian was also unambiguous, released the Wanjian coffin, sat on it, untied the wine gourd "gudong gudong" and flew out following the breeze while drinking the fine wine.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one was unhappy.Anyway, it's none of your business, who doesn't love to watch the excitement?However, it still depends on the master, Zhuge Xuanfeng couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry with the smile on his face, he stood up slowly and said: "Everyone, if this is the case, let's all move to the Heavenly Judgment Field!"

"Leader, please first!" Everyone was very polite, and when Zhuge Xuanfeng, Zhuge Xiaoxian, and Danzun Hong Yutao, who had nothing to do with himself, had left, they began to make a fuss.

"Let's go, let's hurry up, don't miss the wonderful."

"Please first, I'll go back to the cave, I haven't finished drinking the altar of white jade carvings that Grand Master Zhang gave me last time, so I just took it with me."

"That's right, the old man made a gourd of Juewei Dan. It tastes good and can prolong your life. It's no problem to eat more. Wait until the old man goes to get it."

Leaving aside these idlers, Bao Tian had already arrived at the Heavenly Judgment Field sitting on Wan Jian's coffin.This day's duel is of the same nature as the Heavenly Sword Sect's Battle Stage, this kind of place is indispensable for any sect, and the layout of the scene is similar.

Zheng Wenhui was already there first, but Zheng Wenhui, who was still in a hurry just now, is now calm and not in a hurry to do anything, but waited patiently.

It turned out that Zheng Wenhui had arranged it before Baotian arrived, and asked people to publicize the matter, and summoned the disciples of the Danding Sect to hurry up and watch the fun.He wasn't afraid of people making fun of him for bullying the younger ones, anyway, Danzun of the Danding Sect singled out the elder of the Sword Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, which meant that he was evenly matched.

Zheng Wenhui wanted to suppress Baotian's arrogance before everyone else, it would be best for Baotian to admit his mistake and leave Dandingmen without a temper.Otherwise, Baotian and his wife would make him unable to step down in front of so many alchemists, and his authority would not be maintained in the future.

Since it is difficult to ride a tiger, then simply beat the tiger to death!This is Zheng Wenhui's idea now.

Bao Tian was not in a hurry, he waited with Zheng Wenhui, and when Zhuge Xuanfeng and the others came, the great alchemists who went back to get the wine and pills also came, and Zheng Wenhui's ordinary alchemists and alchemists all came. At least, looking at the densely packed heads of at least a thousand people, this time finally got what Zheng Wenhui wanted.

Zheng Wenhui saw that it was almost done, so he laughed at Bao Tian and said, "Nephew Bao Xian, how are you doing? Are you almost ready?"

Bao Tian took another sip of wine, then shook his head and said, "I'm getting impatient, uncle!"

"..." Zheng Wenhui's face darkened, he simply hated this good-looking kid to death.After all, he is a senior, so it is not easy to make the first move, so he simply acted generously and said loudly: "Nephew Bao Xian, I am the elder, so how about letting you make the first move?"

"Are you sure?" Bao Tian looked at him in surprise.

Zheng Wenhui waved his hand indifferently: "Hurry up."

"Not so good..." Bao Tian was very embarrassed: "What if I beat you to death as soon as I make a move?"

"Pfft—" Zheng Wenhui said angrily, "You alone can beat me to death?"

"It's not good to get hurt!" Bao Tian was still in a dilemma.

Zheng Wenhui became impatient, and said angrily: "Just hit me, you don't have to be responsible for killing me, I will let you!"

"That's what you said!" Bao Tian raised his voice and said in a circle: "Did everyone hear clearly?"

No one dared to say anything, although they all heard clearly.But in case Zheng Wenhui didn't die, it would be Bao Tian who died.And it's not just in case, it should be said to be nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine per ten thousand!
On the other hand, Zhuge Xiaoxian clasped his hands into a loudspeaker and shouted: "We heard everything clearly! Go ahead and play!"

"If you can kill my father, I will take your surname from now on!" A dark-faced middle-aged man also shouted loudly. Obviously, this guy who looks very similar to Zheng Wenhui is Zheng Wenhui's son Zheng Yanqing.

Bao Tian sighed, and said to Zheng Wenhui, "How did you raise such a filial son?"

Everyone couldn't help laughing, they couldn't hold it anymore.

Zheng Yanqing also realized that his words were wrong, and quickly defended himself: "Father, I didn't mean that, I was... I mean, I believe you will definitely win!"

"Shut up!" Zheng Wenhui was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at his eyes. His son was really stupid for making alchemy.If you want to say that the four songs that have been circulated among the monks for a long time are true: You will naturally stay in seclusion for a hundred years, and you will naturally grow up when you are crazy.There are many ideas in alchemy and weapon refining, and it is more fun to control animals and raise Gu.

In addition to retreating, other monks have to go down the mountain to practice, and run around doing tasks.The life of an alchemist is usually alchemy in addition to retreat, but alchemy is also tantamount to retreat, so alchemists are often more simple-minded than other monks, this is determined by natural conditions, and it is no wonder his son.

How can you let a 60-year-old otaku who has been around the stove since he was born except for retreat, play tricks with a guy who has been in the black market for more than 300 years except for tomb robbery?

Zheng Wenhui was afraid that there would be troubles again, so he beckoned to Bao Tian: "Stop talking nonsense, let's do it!"

Bao Tian smiled, pointed at Zheng Wenhui lightly with his thumb clasped, and said, "What do you think of my magical machine Thunderbolt?"

"What?" Zheng Wenhui was taken aback. Before he could react, he suddenly heard a lot of people in the surrounding stands gasping for air.Zheng Wenhui felt a strong evil energy surrounding his body at this moment. He hurriedly lowered his head to look, but he did not know when a fist-sized flame appeared in front of his chest. This flame was a bit strange, black on the outside and golden on the inside inside.

"Hmph, the pearl of rice grains also emits brilliance?" Zheng Wenhui didn't take it seriously, he was just playing with fire. Which one of them in alchemy is not an expert in playing with fire?
In the blink of an eye, a green gourd appeared in Zheng Wenhui's hand. He pointed the mouth of the gourd to the flame on his chest and shouted: "Take it!"

His cyan gourd is really miraculous, unexpectedly, the infinite suction force in the mouth of the gourd sucks all the black gold flames on his chest into it.Then he shook the gourd in his hand to Baotian with a smile and said: "My [Immortal Gourd] is a magic weapon that never came out of the world, no wonder I melted your flame!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that his blue gourd suddenly changed color from blue to burnt yellow. Zheng Wenhui asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

The fairy gourd turned from burnt yellow to burnt black again, and then suddenly a flame burst out from the big belly of the gourd. The fairy gourd, which he had just boasted about just now, was burned to waste by the flames covering the sky in the blink of an eye.

"call--"

The black golden flame rushed out unreasonably, and climbed up along Zheng Wenhui's hand.Zheng Wenhui shouted in shock: "What kind of fire are you doing? You actually abolished the old man's fairy gourd! It's a crooked way! It must be a crooked way!"

He was yelling at Bao Tian, ​​and hesitated for a while in dealing with the black gold flame.It was this that made him suffer a lot, the black gold flame seemed to be able to corrode his cultivation, Zheng Wenhui only felt that the mana in his body was draining as quickly as if the floodgates were opened, and he hurriedly wanted to put out the fire, but he couldn't bear it. Taking out the magic weapon again, it was inappropriate to be abolished, so he quickly wrapped the flame with great magic power and threw it out of his body.

Zheng Wenhui wanted to go all out and use that great mana to forcibly extinguish the flame, but who knew that the great mana was in vain and never returned, but the black gold flame seemed to be benefited and burned even more vigorously.

What annoyed Zheng Wenhui was that Bao Tiande's unforgiving fingers flicked a few times, his posture was as graceful as flicking off the morning dew from the petals, and then several black gold flames burned on Zheng Wenhui's body at the same time.

Zheng Wenhui's tears were about to come down. He had spent at least 50 years of hard work just after throwing out the black gold flame. If he continued to fight like this, he would be too passive at all.

"Don't accept it!" Zheng Wenhui yelled sharply: "Master, this little thief must be an evil heretic, and we decent sects must slay demons and eliminate demons!"

"Nonsense!" Zhuge Xuanfeng's face sank: "Nephew Bao Xian was born in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he also held the position of sword-wielding elder. You said he is an evil heretic. Could it be that the Heavenly Sword Sect is also an evil heretic?"

"I didn't mean that..." Zheng Wenhui was so anxious that tears were about to come out. At the very beginning, he destroyed his beloved magic treasure, the fairy gourd, and then he abandoned 50 years of penance. Now he is afraid that he will have to sacrifice more Xiuwei, how can I fight this?
"Stop! Boy, take back your evil fire!" Zheng Wenhui had no choice but to shout to Bao Tian.

Bao Tian kept releasing the magic machine Thunderbolt, and asked as if he couldn't hear: "What? What did you say? Oh, uncle, can you speak louder? What? What did you say?"

"Grandma's!" Zheng Wenhui was in a hurry, and he simply sacrificed his cultivation that was constantly being melted away, and first sacrificed the spider web pill to get the sky.All of a sudden, a large bright and silver net seemed to cover the sky and cover the sky, heading towards the sky cover.

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(End of this chapter)