What Do You Do When You Suddenly Become An Immortal?

"Chen Chumo abstained, Zou Hu won!"

"Liu Yunxi abstained, Ji Chutong won!"

"Chen Hua abstained, Su Ye won!"

"Shangguanhai abstained, Ye Bei won!"

"Qian Xiaoxiao abstained and Du Chuan won!"

"..."

In fact, it wasn't just that Lin Fan and Qi Zixiao's opponents chose to abstain. As the voice of the "host" continued to sound, one after another young monks chose to abstain.

Among them, without exception, all the opponents of the Saint Son and Saint Woman of the Seven Holy Lands all chose to abstain.

Many of these people are monks in the distraction stage, but none of them feels that they can defeat the peerless arrogance of the saint child and saint woman level.

Forced numbers are still necessary.

Otherwise, it will only be even more embarrassing to be beaten as a dog and concede defeat.

In this way, the sage Qi Zixiao of the Purple Mansion, Lu Yao, the sage of Yaochi, Ji Chutong, the sage of Taiyi, Du Chuan, the sage of the Taiyi, the sage of Wanfozong Jiezi, the sacred place of Dayan, the sacred child of Su Ye, the sacred place of Beidou, the sacred Yebei...

All won without a fight.

In addition, there are still many battles with extremely different strengths, and some people have given up one after another...

However, although many people abstained, there were even more people who took the stage!

Soon, many rivals will be blazing and fighting.

While the spells roared out, they were also accompanied by the screams of many people...

...

The fortune teller stood on the ring, his eyes were red, just like red eyes, and a little scary.

Moreover, he didn't even have a hair on his whole body, just standing there like this, although he looked handsome, but at the moment he was set off very strangely.

People who don't know him will definitely not associate him with the divine fortune teller of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, but will mistake him for an evil monk.

"Bald donkey!"

At this moment, the opponent of the fortune teller was waiting, his face was full of beard, and he looked very rough, at this moment, he stared at the fortune teller and cursed his mother.

"What kind of monk is your special mother, and why does it look so evil?"

"Could it be a monk with wine, meat and flowers?"

"..."

A few black lines hung on the forehead of the fortune teller: "I'm bald, your uncle!"

boom!

He punched swiftly, even though it was in the same distraction stage, but the rough man did not even catch a punch. He was spitting blood and flew out...

"Fang Wu, the fortune teller, win!"

...

"Give up!"

Chen Cheng held a flying sword and stood on the edge of the ring, with a stream of blood flowing at the corner of her mouth.

Opposite, the opponent in the early stage of Distraction was indifferent with contempt: "There is an insurmountable gap between Yuan Ying and Distraction!"

"If a few more years pass, I'm not as good as you, but at this moment, you can't win!"

"How do I know if I don't try?"

Chen Cheng wiped the red blood at the corners of her mouth, and refused to shrink.

"In that case, it's no wonder that I acted so hard."

The opponent smiled disdainfully, and when he shot again, he became even more violent...

At this moment, Chen Cheng suddenly felt the stormy waves hit her face.

The disparity in cultivation level left her to work hard to support, clenching her teeth and persisting in the opponent's offensive, looking for opportunities...

"It's pretty good."

"But, go on!"

The other party snorted coldly, but it was not easy to kill the Purple Mansion disciple, and charged a heavy blow: "Chaotic cloak swordsmanship!"

Sla!

The wind blade swept from all angles, with amazing sword aura, Chen Cheng felt despair almost instantly.

But at this moment, the opponent's brows suddenly frowned, and the original horrible swordsmanship also stopped in an instant, revealing a small flaw...

And this is the time Chen Cheng has been waiting for for a long time!

"Ziyun a sword!"

choke!

Regardless of her injury, she was holding a flying sword and a human sword in one. She rushed through the many wind blades, and accurately seized the opportunity to push the opponent back, and the offensive fell apart in an instant.

"damn it!"

The other party whispered at his mother: "The sneak attack that the dog said last night injured me. I haven't fully recovered, but I made some mistakes."

"But you're over here, I won't give you any respite from now on..."

"Ok?!"

His voice was not over.

boom! ! ! !

There was a sudden violent explosion at his feet.

The power is not too great to blow it to death, but the amazing impact still blows it out of the ring in an instant...

"Chen Orange won."

The referee immediately announced the result.

"Damn!!!"

The opponent's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth: "If I had never been injured, how would I give you a chance!!!"

regret!

At this moment, I felt extremely regretful! I knew it~

If so~

If~

If I am not so stingy, take the pill, and recover all my injuries, when I use the sword art, how can there be flaws and be succeeded by her? !

What else can I do except regret?

But at the same time, he couldn't help being scared.

"Just now, what exploded at my feet seemed to be a...Pill?!"

Pill, explosion? ? ?

There was a buzzing in his mind, and his legs suffered some injuries. Looking back at this moment, he was even more beeping...

Isn't the pill to be eaten?

How can it explode and hurt people? !

...

On the other hand, Zhou Yining’s opponent also received almost the same treatment...

As Qi Zixiao's law-guard disciples, their strength is naturally not weak, and in the same rank, they are like outstanding people.

Although the opponent is one level higher, they can also work hard for a while.

then……

The ‘arrogance’ of the other party makes them feel bad.

I think that the monks who face the peak of the Nascent Soul shouldn't care about the small injuries, it is not worth wasting their own medicine?

unfortunately……

These Nascent Soul monks were stronger than they thought.

...

"Oh, to die to die to die..."

Fan Jianqiang screamed all the way, running around the ring, as if he was beaten to dizziness.

This scene provokes many people to curse.

"Who is this guy?"

"Look at his clothes, Purple Mansion disciple?"

"The Purple Mansion disciple is so unbearable? Isn't it a shame to the Purple Mansion Holy Land?!"

"This person... is also worthy to be a disciple of the Purple Mansion?"

"I am afraid that even me is better than him, right?"

In the stands, I don’t know how many people expressed dissatisfaction with Fan Jianqiang, and even cursed directly...

However, Fan Jianqiang didn't seem to hear anything at all. Sparks brought lightning all the way, running everywhere, and finally dragged him to the other side and bombarded him to exhaustion? !

Then, he knocked the opponent off the ring head-on and won.

"Why?!"

"Can this win too?!"

"This kid is really... the **** is so lucky!"

...

"kill!!!"

Lu Ming's opponent is the Nascent Soul Peak monk!

And at this moment, Lu Ming is only in the middle stage of Yuan Ying, the gap between the two small realms, even the average Tianjiao, will inevitably not be smoothed.

After all, the opponent is not mediocre!

But Lu Ming stabilized, and the two of them showed their demeanor. Although they were both Nascent Soul cultivators, they were no more amazing than those monks in the distraction phase, but you came and went, very exciting.

Hum!

At this moment, accompanied by his roar, the Wanxing Jue and the Wanxing Body complemented each other, and above his head, the stars were shining!

"Is the Purple Mansion Wanxing Art?!"

"This Yuanying disciple, who can practice the Zifu Town sect technique, must be extraordinary!"

"He is... Ten Thousand Stars?!"

"It's a pity, the cultivation base is too low, otherwise, I am afraid that I am qualified to become the sacred place of the contemporary Purple Mansion..."

...

Rumble!

The battle between Lu Ming and his opponents became more fierce. With the support of Wanxing Jue, Lu Ming displayed his peerless demeanor. With the mid-Yuan Ying cultivation base, he suppressed the opponents at the peak of Yuan Ying and attacked wildly!

boom! ! ! !

With a loud noise, Lu Ming hit his opponent to vomit blood and admit defeat!

...

"This kid is amazing."

The fortune teller who had already returned to Qi Zixiao's back muttered: "How long it takes to get started, it is already the middle stage of Yuan Ying's cultivation base."

"At this moment, it is even more of an opponent who can defeat the Nascent Soul Peak, which is really extraordinary."

"Junior Brother Lu Ming is more talented than me." Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining sighed lightly.

"Don't belittle yourself."

Qi Zixiao shook his head slowly: "No one's future is doomed as soon as he is born, and man will conquer the sky!"

She spoke, but what she thought in her heart was...

Is Lu Ming progressing fast?

Strong combat power? !

Basic operation!

He is the protagonist template, even, I doubt he will get any adventures during this Tianjiao event, and finally reach the finals or something, okay?

...

"what?"

Fan Jianqiang also returned. This guy looked embarrassed, but frowned and said, "Why is the fat guy still standing there?"

God fortune teller: "... Jianzi doesn't seem to be on stage yet."

"What do you mean?" Fan Jianqiang puzzled: "Are you waiting for the fat man to admit defeat, or waiting for him to step down? Or do you think the fat man is not qualified to fight him?"

"..."

The fortune teller slowly shook his head: "Not quite."

The two of them were puzzled, Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining were equally puzzled, only Qi Zixiao's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a faint smile.

...

"Where's this...people?"

When Fatty Dan first came on stage, he was almost shivering, and he could not help but surrender directly.

It was Qi Zixiao who asked him to go on stage and have a try, and he had the courage to come up.

But even so, his legs kept trembling.

After all, that's a sword, his cultivation is much higher than his own, and he still restrains his own existence in all aspects. How to fight? !

However, half of the time has passed since he took the stage, and most of the competitions on the ring have ended. As a result, the swordman did not even see the figure?

"Qiu Mobai is here?!"

At this moment, the referee frowned and said: "Within Banzhuxiang, if you don't go on stage again, you will automatically abstain!"

The referee’s voice spread throughout the ‘Gymnasium’ under the blessing of Zhenyuan, but...

There was no response ~www.ltnovel.com~ and no one took the stage.

...

Sword God Sect area.

The elder in charge of the tour frowned: "Where did Jianzi go, why hasn't he been on stage?!"

"I don't know if I wait..."

A group of ordinary disciples bowed their heads.

Where did Jianzi go?

Where will we know?

They are very helpless.

...

At the same time, in a pit far away from the city, Qiu Mobai finally woke up slowly, but even so, he still felt a headache.

This is the effect of Ecstasy!