Talent Roulette

Chapter 112

The core disciple of Pan Mozong, who Shen Wuliang called Junior Brother Jiang, possessed the realm of the ninth level of qi refining. At this time, he was dealing with an existence of the ninth level of qi refining of the Tianyi sect with a junior of the eighth level of qi refining.

"But……"

Anyone who was about to kill a core disciple of the Tianyi Sect would hesitate to receive such an inexplicable task.

"There's nothing wrong with it! You don't have to act quickly." Shen Wuliang said directly in an orderly tone, being pestered by Luo Zitong of Tianyimen, it's already good for him to be distracted and talk so much.

"Shen Wuliang, you are not qualified to order me!" Shen Wuliang's tone dissatisfied this Junior Brother Jiang, so he went his own way and continued to attack the core disciple of the Tianyi Sect at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Elder Wang, who was watching a set, had a smile on his face.

In the area of ​​Tianhuzhou, the disciples of their Tianyimen are the most united. Similar to this kind of situation, it happens very rarely.

For sects like the Pan Mo Sect, due to the sect's regulations, it is not uncommon for such a situation to occur.

Judging from the current situation, Elder Wang naturally thinks that the more Pan Mozong appears, the better.

The situation is good.

Accompanying it, Elder Wang became more and more interested in watching it.

There were more and more holes in Zhou Hao's body, and the spiritual power in his body was getting less and less. Although he didn't suffer any substantial damage, he felt uncomfortable being suppressed all the time.

Facing the three disciples of Pan Mozong who were at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he didn't use a single magic weapon, and he didn't use a single spell except the "Wind Control Technique". This was all to save spiritual energy.

He made good use of his own advantages, using the amazing endurance of the eighth level of body refining, and almost always fought as a body refining person.Otherwise, if he used his spiritual power at the seventh level of Qi Refining to check and balance the existence of the three Ninth Level of Qi Refining, I am afraid that his spiritual power would have been exhausted by now, and his speed would have slowed down all of a sudden.

If this continues, he is confident that these three disciples of the Pan Mo Sect will all die by his own hands.

"The speed is fast, the skin is thick, and the strength is still great. When will such a monster appear in Tianyimen?"

The number of monks who died on the field was almost twenty, and their three monks from the ninth level of Qi Refining of the Pan Mozong couldn't kill the disciples of Tianyi Sect, the seventh level of Qi Refining and the eighth level of Body Refining. They feel very shameless.

Fighting Zhou Hao brought them a feeling of being particularly irritable.

"You disciples of the Tianyi Sect, do you only know how to hide all the time?" The core disciple of the Pan Mo Sect who used the long whip couldn't help it.

This guy's speed is the strongest among his Qi Refining Stage monks.

"You're wrong." Zhou Hao dodged another attack, and shook his head lightly, "Our disciples of Tianyi Sect are just not stupid, unlike the disciples of your Pan Mo Sect."

Knowing that head-to-head confrontation will result in a disadvantage, but still go head-to-head, that is a fool's approach.

The three of them who were originally irritable were called fools by Zhou Hao, and they couldn't calm down their hearts even more.

"You are dead!"

"Really? I think your attack speed should be faster, otherwise, you won't even have a chance." Zhou Hao kindly reminded them, and these words were very harsh to their ears, like extremely deliberate ridicule.

It was indeed the same as what Zhou Hao said, and they knew very well in their hearts that if this continues, it will be the three of them who will suffer the most.

When their spiritual power is almost exhausted, the situation will take a 180-degree turn.

The three core disciples of Pan Mozong thought to themselves, it would be great if there was another disciple of Pan Mozong to deal with this guy together with them.

One more core disciple of the Pan Demon Sect, they promised to let this nasty guy say goodbye to this world immediately.

But at a glance, it seems that there are not many core disciples of Pan Mozong who can spare their hands.

"Junior Brother Bai, come and help us, and kill this Tianyi Sect guy with us."

"Get out!" Junior Brother Bai replied mercilessly, "You three monks from the ninth level of Qi Refining work together, and up to now you have not killed a disciple of the Tianyi Sect on the seventh level of Qi Refining. I, because you are disciples of the Pan Demon Sect , and feel ashamed!"

That's what he said, but Junior Brother Bai, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, was still willing to fight Zhou Hao with them.

Another Pan Mozong disciple was about to join the battle between the four of them. As the target of the siege, Zhou Hao was also furious!

Originally, his plan was to fight the three of them to the end, or to find an opportunity to fight with them in the process of fighting them, so as to end the battle early.

But now, it can no longer be carried out as he planned.

"You really think I'm a bully!"

While Junior Brother Bai joined the battle, Zhou Hao took out a large number of talismans from his storage bag.

"What does he want to do?"

"Even if he takes out more talismans, he won't be the opponent of the four of us."

"No! There is another situation..." Feeling bad, Junior Brother Bai regretted joining the battle between the four of them. He hoped it wasn't what he thought, "He is the creator of these talismans."

Master Talisman is an existence that few people are willing to provoke in the realm of comprehension. Unless the difference in realm is too great, otherwise they can smash you to death with a talisman.

Taking the low-level fireball talisman as an example, even a monk in the late stage of Qi refining cannot continuously use the fireball talisman in a short period of time, but as a painter at the early stage of Qi refining, he is completely able to do this.

At this moment, the fireball and fire snake threw Zhou Hao in the direction of the four core disciples of Pan Mozong.

"Not good! Quickly defend."

The four Pan Demon Sect disciples from different directions used their own defense methods to resist the attack of the fireball and fire snake.

"Junior Zhou Hao, how many spirit stones will it cost to smash this?" A disciple of Tianyi Sect who had just finished the battle couldn't help asking when he saw this scene.

His words touched Zhou Hao's heart.

For this type of battle, winning with spirit stones is Zhou Hao's least favorite.He was not a son of the cultivation world, he was very poor, and he still had a foodie to support.

If this kind of battle happens a few more times, I'm afraid it will be impossible to uncover the pot.

(End of this chapter)