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, Du Chuan won!"

"..."

In fact, it wasn't just Lin Fan and Qi Zixiao's opponents who chose to abstain, but as the voice of "host" kept ringing, one young monk after another chose to abstain.

Among them, without exception, all the opponents of the holy sons and saintesses of the seven holy places chose to abstain.

Many of these people are monks in the distraction period, but none of them think that they can defeat the peerless arrogance at the level of the saint son and saintess.

There is still a need to force numbers.

Otherwise, it would only be more embarrassing to come on stage and admit defeat after being beaten into a dog.

In this way, Qi Zixiao, the saintess of Zifu, Lu Yao, the saintess of Yaochi, Ji Chutong, the saint of Taiyi, Du Chuan, the son of Taiyi, Jie Chi, the saint son of Wanfo sect, Su Ye, the saint son of Dayan Holy Land, Ye Bei, the saint son of Beidou Holy Land...

All won without a fight.

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

However, although there are many people who abstain from voting, there are even more people who are on stage to fight!

Soon, many competitive arenas were full of glory and fighting spirit.

While spells roared out one after another, it was also accompanied by the screams of many people...

...

Shen Suanzi stood on the ring, his eyes were red, like pink eye disease, a little scary.

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

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

"Vald donkey!"

At this moment, Shen Suanzi's opponent was waiting, with a beard on his face, looking very rough, staring at Shen Suanzi, cursing his mother.

"What kind of monk are you motherfuckers, why do you look so wicked?"

"Could it be a wine and meat flower monk?"

"..."

A few black lines hang down from the forehead of the fortune teller: "I'm bald, you uncle!"

boom!

The punch was swift and fierce, although it was also in the distraction stage, but the rough man didn't even catch a punch, he was directly blasted until he vomited blood, and even flew backwards...

"Fang Wu, the fortune teller, wins!"

...

"Admit defeat!"

Chen Cheng stood on the edge of the ring with a flying sword in his hand, with a stream of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

On the opposite side, the opponent at the early stage of Distraction was indifferent with contempt: "There is an insurmountable gap between Nascent Soul and Distraction!"

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

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

Chen Cheng wiped the red blood from the corner of his mouth, refusing to flinch.

"Since that's the case, it's no wonder that I acted fiercely."

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

At this moment, Chen Cheng suddenly felt turbulent waves rushing towards his face.

The gap in her cultivation made her only able to hold on, gritted her teeth and persisted in the opponent's offensive, looking for opportunities...

"It's quite bearable."

"But let's go!"

The other party snorted coldly, but it was not easy to kill the disciples of the Zifu, and charged up to deliver a heavy blow: "Chaotic cloak swordsmanship!"

Slah!

The wind blade swept across from all angles, with an astonishing sword aura, Chen Cheng felt desperate almost instantly.

But at this moment, the opponent suddenly frowned, and the originally terrifying swordsmanship also paused for an instant, revealing a small flaw...

And this was the opportunity Chen Cheng had been waiting for for a long time!

"Ziyun sword!"

choke!

Regardless of her injuries, she was actually holding a flying sword, and the human sword was integrated into one. She rushed through the many wind blades, and accurately seized the opportunity to force the opponent back, and the offensive collapsed in an instant.

"damn it!"

The other party scolded his mother in a low voice: "I was hurt by that doggy sneak attack last night, and I haven't fully recovered yet, so I made some mistakes."

"However, you have stopped here, and I will not give you any respite..."

"Um?!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

boom! ! ! !

At the foot, a violent explosion suddenly occurred.

The power is not particularly strong, so it won't blow it to death, but the astonishing impact force still blows it out of the range of the ring in an instant...

"Chen Cheng won."

The referee immediately announces the result.

"Damn!!!!"

The opponent's face turned green, and he gritted his teeth: "If I hadn't been injured, how could I have given you a chance!!!!"

regret!

At this moment, I feel extremely regretful in my heart! I knew earlier~~~

If so~

if~

If I'm not so stingy, if I take the elixir and recover all my injuries, how can there be a flaw when I use the sword art and be succeeded by her? !

What else can I do but regret it?

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

"Just now, what exploded at my feet seems to be a... elixir?!"

Elixir, explosion? ? ?

His mind was buzzing, and his legs were also injured. Looking back at this moment, he was even more confused...

Aren't pills for eating?

How can it explode and hurt people? !

...

On the other side, Zhou Yining's opponent also received almost the same treatment...

As Qi Zixiao's Dharma protector disciples, their strength is naturally not weak, and they are also the best among their ranks.

Although their opponents were a level higher, they could still struggle for a while.

Then……

The opponent's 'arrogance' made them suffer the consequences.

Thinking that facing the monks at the peak of the Nascent Soul, you don't need to care about it. A small injury is nothing to worry about, and it's not worth wasting your own elixir at all?

pity……

These Nascent Soul cultivators are stronger than they imagined.

...

"Oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Fan Jianqiang screamed all the way, running around on the ring, as if he had been beaten dizzy.

This scene provoked many people to curse angrily.

"Who is this guy?"

"Look at his clothes, Zifu disciple?"

"The disciples of the Zifu are so unbearable? Isn't it embarrassing to the Holy Land of the Zifu?!"

"So this person... is also worthy of being a disciple of the Zifu?"

"I'm afraid even I am stronger than him, right?"

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

However, Fan Jianqiang didn't seem to hear anything at all. He ran around with sparks and lightning all the way, and in the end he was dragged until the opponent bombarded him until he was exhausted? !

Then, he knocked the opponent off the ring and won.

"What's the point?!"

"This can also win?!"

"This kid is really... really lucky!"

...

"kill!!!"

Lu Ming's opponent is a monk at the peak of Nascent Soul!

At this moment, Lu Ming is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and the gap between the two small realms cannot be bridged even by ordinary arrogance.

After all, the other party is not mediocre!

But Lu Ming stabilized, and the two of them showed their demeanor. Although they were both Nascent Soul cultivators, they were not as amazing as those monks in the distraction stage, but they came and went, which was very exciting.

hum!

At this moment, with his roar, the Wanxing Jue and the Wanxing body complement each other, and above his head, the vision of stars shines!

"Is it the Purple Mansion Ten Thousand Stars Art?!"

"This Nascent Soul disciple is able to practice the Zifu Zhenzong Kungfu, it must be extraordinary!"

"He is... Myriad Stars?!"

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

...

Rumble!

The battle between Lu Ming and his opponent became even more fierce. With the blessing of Wanxing Jue, Lu Ming showed his peerless demeanor, and even suppressed the opponent at the peak of Yuanying with his mid-stage Yuanying cultivation, and attacked wildly!

boom! ! ! !

With a loud bang, Lu Ming hit his opponent until he vomited blood and surrendered!

...

"This kid is quite powerful."

The divine operator who had already returned behind Qi Zixiao murmured: "It's only been a while since I started, and I don't even need to talk about the mid-stage cultivation base of the Nascent Soul."

"At this moment, it is really extraordinary to be able to defeat an opponent at the peak of Nascent Soul."

"Junior brother Lu Ming is more talented than us." Chen Cheng and Zhou Yining sighed softly.

"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 opened her mouth, but what she was thinking in her heart was...

Lu Ming is progressing fast?

Strong? !

Basic operation!

He is a template for the protagonist, even, I wonder if he will have some adventures during this grand meeting of Tianjiao, and finally reach the final or something, okay?

...

"Huh?"

Fan Jianqiang also came back. This guy looked very embarrassed, but he frowned and said, "Why is the fat man still standing there?"

Shen Suanzi: "..., it seems that Jianzi hasn't made it to the stage yet."

"What do you mean?" Fan Jianqiang was puzzled: "Are you waiting for the fat man to admit defeat, or 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: "I can't figure it out."

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

...

"Where... is this person?"

When Fatty Dan first came to the stage, he was almost trembling, and he almost couldn't help but abstain from voting and admit defeat.

It was Qi Zixiao who asked him to give it a try on the stage, so he had the courage to come up.

But even so, his legs were still trembling.

After all, it is a sword, its cultivation base is much higher than his own, and he restrains his own existence in all aspects, how can he fight? !

However, since he came to the stage, the time for half a stick of incense has passed, and most of the competitions on the ring have ended. As a result, the swordsman didn't even see anyone?

"Is Qiu Mobai here?!"

At this moment, the referee frowned and said, "If you don't come on stage within half a stick of incense, you will automatically abstain!"

The referee's voice spread throughout the 'Gymnasium' under the blessing of true energy, but...

There was no response, and no one came on stage.

...

Sword God Sect area.

The elder in charge of leading the team frowned: "Where did Jianzi go, why didn't he go on stage?!"

"I don't know..."

A group of ordinary disciples lowered their heads one after another.

Where did the sword go?

How would we know?

They are very helpless.

...

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

This is the effect of the ecstasy array!

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