After Flirting, He Ran Away And Was Chased By A Witch At The Beginning.

Shua! Shua!

Two figures simultaneously descended onto the martial arts arena, sizing each other up in the first moment.

Lu Bai felt slightly disappointed.

In the final match, he had hoped for a formidable opponent, but it turned out to be even worse than before.

This was a young man in his twenties, not tall in stature, thin and weak-looking, but well-proportioned. With rosy lips and white teeth, he was even more delicate-looking than Lu Bai, giving the impression of lacking strength.

Cold Qingying was even more dissatisfied.

What the heck!

Just at the Qi Refining stage, this young lady could knock him down with just one finger.

Both sides were filled with resentment towards each other and had no desire to exchange words. They quickly finished the fight and left.

Lu Bai fought barehanded.

To be honest, he had no desire to draw his sword at all.

Bengquan!

Cold Qingying stood with her hands behind her back. When Lu Bai was halfway through his attack, she transformed into dozens of illusory figures, collectively charging forward.

As they were about to make contact.

All the illusory figures merged back into one, and her small fist struck Lu Bai's chest.

Bang!

Lu Bai flew high into the air and crashed into the boundary of the arena.

He groaned in pain, but his eyes gradually lit up.

This kid is good.

He got up, patted his butt, acting as if nothing had happened.

Cold Qingying was slightly surprised. She had punched him, but he was completely unharmed, something that an ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivator couldn't achieve.

"You're worthy of me drawing my sword," Lu Bai said coolly.

Cold Qingying was speechless.

"You better not draw it," she said.

She felt that whether he drew his sword or not, the result would be the same. There wouldn't be a second outcome.

Chang!

Regardless of what she thought, Lu Bai took out the Qingyi sword.

"Sword One."

Now, the Smoke and Rain Lifelong Sword Technique only had five moves left, and its destructive power could even rival that of an average Foundation Building stage cultivator.

"Huh!"

Cold Qingying showed a hint of surprise.

From this move, she felt some pressure.

Buzz!

Once again, illusory figures filled the arena.

Lu Bai lost his target and could only try to expand the range of his sword's momentum.

As a result, his strength was dispersed.

Bang!

He was pushed back again.

But this time it was better, without the embarrassment of flying out.

Then, Sword Two, Sword Three, Sword Four, Sword Five, were executed consecutively. It was similar to before, unable to find a target to attack, naturally ineffective.

Cold Qingying nodded secretly.

The opponent's martial technique was quite good.

If she didn't rely on the Illusory Art to gain the upper hand and instead confronted him head-on, she might not have gained any advantage.

Lu Bai stood still with his sword.

He was thinking about how to break through the illusory figures of his opponent.

Otherwise, swinging his sword would be meaningless.

Suddenly.

He had a thought and remembered when he was mining in the Jewel River Desert.

The Devour skill could discern the presence of minerals through energy. So, could he use it to identify which one was the real body? The real body must have more abundant energy than the illusory figures, right?

Try it.

The Devour skill only takes effect upon contact.

Therefore, Lu Bai carefully senses the fluctuations coming from each direction through the surface connected to the soles of his feet. Wherever the intensity is greater, that's where the real body is.

"You are worthy of me using my hidden skills."

In this situation, Lu Bai's words give off a feeling of stubbornness.

Leng Qingying couldn't be bothered to respond.

She resorts to her old tricks.

"Go back." Lu Bai shouts loudly, suddenly turns around, and fiercely slashes a sword towards one of the illusions.

The sword light is enveloped in a mist of smoke and rain, and it crashes onto Leng Qingying's small fists.

Bang!

Caught off guard, Miss Leng is immediately sent flying, floating until she reaches the boundary before coming to a stop, leaning against the light film.

After a while.

She finally removes the shock from her eyes and murmurs, "How did you discover me?"

"The fragrance."

Lu Bai smiles slightly and starts talking nonsense, "No matter how many illusions you create, there is only one real body. I am not talented, but my nose is particularly sensitive and can smell the scent on others. Brother, you have applied so much makeup, it's really hard to distinguish."

He is teasing the other person in a feminine manner.

"Is that so?"

Leng Qingying's face turns slightly red, and she even lowers her head to sniff herself.

Isn't the Heavenly Void arena just a projection? Can scents also be projected in?

Lu Bai's random nonsense happens to hit some truth, making Leng Qingying unable to help but doubt.

In fact, it's all because she has too little combat experience.

Otherwise, if she just calmly thinks about it, she would know that Lu Bai is deceiving her.

Since your nose is so sensitive, why were you constantly being passively attacked at the beginning?

Whoosh!

Leng Qingying launches another attack. She wants to verify whether the opponent finding her was a coincidence.

Bang!

She is once again pushed back.

But Lu Bai also retreats more than ten steps.

Because this time, Leng Qingying was prepared, and the two sides can be considered evenly matched.

It's not a coincidence.

Leng Qingying furrows her brows. She never thought that someone could easily break her illusion technique just by relying on scent.

Is he a dog?

Since the illusion technique is ineffective, Leng Qingying no longer intends to use it.

A mere Qi Refining stage cultivator, acting so arrogantly, she is stirred up with pride and prepares to defeat the opponent with her true strength.

Huh? No more illusions?

Perfect.

Lu Bai ends the Devour skill and focuses on displaying the Smoke and Rain Life technique. The opportunity he has been waiting for has finally arrived.

Bang bang bang...

The sound of intense collisions echoes through the martial arena.

Lu Bai is immersed in it.

At a certain moment, he suddenly senses the opportunity for transformation.

Just at this moment, Leng Qingying's jade palm, carrying the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down, slaps towards his shoulder.

"Sword One."

Reduced to only four moves, the power of the Smoke and Rain Life technique advances to another level.

Leng Qingying's expression immediately changes.

Then, she uncontrollably flies backward and crashes onto the boundary in a very ungraceful manner.

"Damn it."

In the control room, Fubo claps his hands.

"Well done, Miss must be very satisfied."