Cultivation of Immortals begins with drawing superhuman physique

To Su Poman, this was just like the principal's speech at the opening ceremony. It was long and boring. He just listened for a while and felt trapped, as if he had returned to the classroom.

Fortunately, the old man with the white beard did not delay too much. After making a speech, he returned to the main seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Below the stone platform, the drawing of lots continues!

In front of Ling Xingxue and the two of them, there were male monks looking back frequently with surprise and shyness in their eyes. No matter how thick their skin was, they could not survive two breaths under her autumn eyes. Most of them were calming down with shame and anger.

After getting emotional, they mustered up the courage to "look back and look at the moon". This kind of behavior also made some "serious people" disdain, but when they turned around, they said it was so sweet, and they all joined the ranks of looking back.

Ling Xingxue has a cold expression, neither happy nor sad, but the more she looks like this, the more she can arouse the desire to conquer in the man's heart.

Let me ask you, what man doesn’t want to conquer an iceberg beauty and want to see her other hot and graceful appearance under his body?

"Junior Brother Su, those men are so annoying. They always look at me. Come behind me!" Ling Xingxue directly sent a message to Su Poman, her tone full of distress.

Su Poman nodded and walked around behind her. Then, Ling Xingxue slowly turned around and looked at Su Poman, leaving only a beautiful back view of the male in front of her.

The people in the front team who were looking back all showed regret, and they were even more jealous of Su Poman.

[Where did this kid come from, eating alone! 】

[So angry, the beauty turned around...]

[This back view is not bad, take a good look at it and remember it, you must try it when you go back!]

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Seeing this, Su Poman couldn't help but said: "Senior Sister Ling, if you don't want to attract too much attention, you can try a 'veil and bamboo hat', it should be more useful than your veil!"

"What a good idea, I'll go to Qianzhifang when I have time!" Ling Xingxue's beautiful eyes lit up, and she secretly made up her mind that she must go to Qianzhifang in Shanxiafang City after today's martial arts competition.

The team in front moved quickly, and not long after, it was Su Poman's turn. He reached out and grabbed it, and took out a jade plaque the size of a baby's palm. The number engraved on it was 492, which was also the number 492.

That is, his opponent's number is 109.

Not long after, everyone had finished drawing lots, and a group of deacon disciples came forward and began to shout and gather the monks who had drawn lots to each arena.

"Numbers 1 to 100 and 501 to 600 will follow me to the first arena!"

"Numbers 101 to 200 and 401 to 500 will go down to the second arena to prepare!"

"Two hundred and one to three hundred... and fellow Taoists from three to four hundred, follow me to the third arena!"

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Su Poman was in the second arena, while Ling Xingxue was number 276 and was assigned to the third arena so that the two would not meet in the first round of the competition.

Above the three arenas, there is a foundation-building monk standing on each one. They are responsible for acting as referees and taking action to save lives in time to prevent disciples from accidentally being killed in the martial arts competition. In previous martial arts competitions, disciples have

There are only a handful of deaths in battles, but there are many cases of missing arms or legs, or even serious injuries and near death. As long as one does not admit defeat, the battle will continue until one party completely loses fighting power, or is forcibly terminated by the referee.

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The three arenas were crowded with people, and everyone was looking up. At this time, there were already six waiting monks standing on top. Some of them looked a little nervous because they were the first to appear, and their eyes wandered around.

While walking, some looked calm, sizing up their opponents calmly, and silently formulating a fighting strategy in their hearts.

After all the monks were in place, the long-haired old man who was originally responsible for drawing lots sang loudly: "The martial arts competition begins!"

Dang~~~

The sound of a gong spread in all directions, and everyone's spirits were lifted up with the sound of the gong.

On the second arena, a disciple of the Xi Tuo Sect in green clothes was standing. Opposite him was a monk of the Ghost Spirit Sect wearing a black robe.

The elder referee is a black and thin old man, exuding the spiritual pressure of the foundation building stage. His royal weapon is suspended in the center of the arena, and he chants loudly: "No. 101, Xituomen, Zongbeihuai,

Against...No. 500, Ghost Spirit Sect, Meng Hetang! Are you two ready?"

Zong Beihuai and Meng Hetang nodded together, looked at their opponents cautiously, and quickly distanced themselves.

Both of them are Dharma practitioners!

"start!"

The thin black old man shouted loudly, and the spiritual pressure on his body suddenly disappeared. Everyone in the audience looked up and watched.

Su Poman scanned his consciousness and found that the cultivation levels of the two were about the same, both at the tenth level of the Qi refining stage, but the aura of Zong Beihuai from Xituomen was obviously stronger.

In the arena, the two men each took a corner, muttered words and began to use their methods.

Buzz!

Buzz!

The two protective spirit shields lit up in sequence.

Zong Beihuai's spirit shield was dark green, as if it contained deadly poisonous gas, and light green gas remained in the air during his movements.

On the other hand, the spirit shield on Meng Hetang's body was gray and ghostly, and seemed to contain some yin energy, but it did not give people a troublesome feeling.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Zong Beihuai was the first to attack, throwing three blue beads at Meng Hetang one after another. The beads turned into afterimages and flew away in the shape of the word "Pin".

Sa~

A ghost howl came.

Not to be outdone, Meng Hetang took out a white paper umbrella, inside which floated a sharp ghost with a long tongue and huge pupils, which seemed to have the effect of seizing souls.

As soon as Li Gui's tongue stretched out, it stretched like a spring to dozens of feet away, directly blocking the three beads.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The green ball exploded instantly. Strangely, it did not produce any power, but three large groups of green and blue mist appeared in the field. Most of the area in the arena was covered by it. Meng Hetang lost sight of his opponent and could only

Let the ghosts attack the enemy on their own.

"Hmph, how dare you be so arrogant as a little devil!" Zong Beihuai smiled coldly. His body was glowing with green light. It was obvious that he had performed the 'Light Body Technique'. He jumped up and avoided the attack of the long tongue, and then muttered something in his mouth.

, the fingers pinched the magic formula like a butterfly piercing a flower.

"Mist killing technique, Ji!"

A ray of light and shadow shot out of his hand and instantly shot into the large group of blue mist.

Phew~~~

The mist seemed to come alive, churning violently, like boiling hot water, and finally formed into a huge and ferocious one-horned dragon.

"Suffer death!"

Zong Beihuai's consciousness locked on Meng Hetang's position with a confident look on his face.

The blue misty dragon let out a silent roar, flipped its body in the air, and with invisible power, rushed straight towards Meng Hetang to devour him.

"What a powerful spell!"

"This person is really smart. He actually thought of using the Blue Mist Poison Ball to perform the 'Mist Kill' technique. In this way, its power is greatly increased!"

"Is the boy from the Ghost Spirit Sect going to die? Faced with such an overwhelming fog killing technique, even if the realm is higher, there is probably nothing we can do, and the cloud poisonous gas emitted by the blue mist poisonous ball is still highly toxic.

, can corrode the shield..."

"Haha, don't talk nonsense, just wait and see, my Junior Brother Meng doesn't just have these methods!"

"Just keep your tongue, let's see, that guy from Guilingmen won't be able to do it later!"

"You are looking for death. You dare to belittle me, a member of the Ghost Spirit Sect, in front of me. Are you tired of living?"

"You two, calm down. There are so many elders watching from above. If we cause trouble, no one will have any good juice to drink!"

"Hmph, just wait and see, I, Junior Brother Meng, will slap you in the face. I hope you can still be so tough-mouthed!"

"Haha~ I'm not only tough on words, your grandma also said that I'm hard down there, hahaha..."

"Looking for death, what is your number? Just wait, I will definitely make you look good when you meet me!"

"Are you afraid? I am number 439!"

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Just as the conflict in the audience was about to escalate, the thin, black old man in mid-air glanced sideways this way, and then said calmly: "Please calm down!"

At this point, the conflict between the two did not completely break out. They just glared at each other and were pulled aside by their fellow disciples.

Meng Hetang in the field dodged one after another. However, the dragon formed by the poisonous mist was too big and was accidentally caught several times. However, the offensive ability of the mist killing technique was limited and was blocked by the protective spirit shield on his body.

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But at this time, everyone could see that Meng Hetang's situation was not very good. The blue poisonous gas was constantly eroding his protective shield, and the long-tongued ghost was desperately entangled with Zong Beihuai, but he was beaten back steadily.

There was no trace of panic on Meng Hetang's stern face. A cold look flashed in his eyes. He patted the ghost bag, and a beautiful female ghost with scantily clad clothes floated out of it. She had fair skin, a straight figure, and her important parts were obscured.

The ghostly aura was shrouded in it, but other places were exposed, making everyone present couldn't help but breathe heavier.

"Ah~~~"

The beautiful female ghost moaned coquettishly, like a bed talk, seducing people's soul.

Many males under the ring couldn't help but tremble.

"This is so damn deadly!"

"The Ghost Spirit Sect actually has such benefits...Is it too late to judge the sect now?"

"I'll give it a fuck. This female ghost is so charming. I'm willing to let her suck all my manhood dry!"

"Death under the peonies, you can be a ghost even if you die!"

"Haha, your cultivation level is still too low, and you have not practiced the spiritual eye technique. I just used the spiritual eye technique of the Xiaocheng realm to take a look. The female ghost is not as beautiful as what you see with your naked eyes... Tsk, tsk, that maggot.

Oh, it’s all coming out of my eye sockets!”

"Go, go, don't interrupt this beautiful moment, illusion is also beautiful, isn't it?"

"That's right, it's great to just enjoy the fantasy. You're going too far by using spiritual eyes to see it!"

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The moment Su Poman saw this female ghost, he suddenly recalled the question Ling Xingxue asked him, and now he suddenly understood the weird look in her eyes at that time.

Under the spiritual eyesight, the appearance of the beautiful female ghost is indeed a bit horrible, even disgusting.

"Langjun~~"

With a charming cry, the beautiful female ghost joined the battlefield.

Meng Hetang took out several spiritual talismans one after another, forming a layer of thick protective shield, which could withstand the attack of the blue dragon. Then he muttered something in his mouth, as if he was casting some spell.

On the other side, Zong Beihuai was forced into a corner by two fierce ghosts. Although he was an elite disciple of the Xituomen, his cultivation was mostly in poison skills. It was extremely difficult to deal with this ghost. He made a whistling sound in his mouth, and his ears

The two green pendants suddenly came to life, turning into two green shadows like bamboo chopsticks and flying towards Meng Hetang, trying to interrupt his spell-casting rhythm.

Every time the beautiful female ghost shines with light, it will make Zong Beihuai's mind go into a trance. He bites the tip of his tongue fiercely to stay awake, and then puts a jade-colored hand into the cloth bag at his waist and takes out

A handful of fiery red fine sand.

"In order to deal with you ghost spirit sect monks, I have spent a lot of money. This handful of fire poison yang sand is enough for you two ghosts to drink a pot!"

With a flick of his hand, the fine fiery red sand suddenly turned into red light all over the sky and shrouded the heads of the two ghosts.

Hee hee hee…

"Ahhhh..."

Green smoke came out of the long-tongued ghost, and the light and fine sand seemed to have a blazing temperature, directly piercing its soul.

On the other hand, the beautiful female ghost was even more unbearable. Her skin was directly torn, revealing her ugly appearance. At the same time, she couldn't stop howling miserably. This was in sharp contrast to her original charming image, which shocked many monks in the audience.

Just call it 'heavy mouth'.

But at this moment, Meng Hetang used a magic weapon to knock down two flying snakes with two wings, and shouted loudly: "The ghosts and evil spirits merged, the yin and yang were judged, the Feng Si opened the way, the demons and ghosts are incarnate, Ji!"

A dharma seal emitting gray light descended from the clouds and mist.

Woo~~~

The bodies of the two fierce ghosts suddenly swelled up, and then their bodies were connected together. The sexy ghost was on top, and the long-tongued ghost was on the bottom. The ghost energy on their bodies also grew slowly, as if they had taken a big tonic.

"The devil eats the god!"

Meng Hetang's voice came again, and the huge ghost body suddenly opened its mouth, and its long tongue trembled in a wave shape.

"Ho~~~~"

The invisible roar formed circles of black light and hit Zong Beihuai directly. His body stiffened suddenly, and his eyes suddenly seemed to have lost their energy.

The fog killing technique seemed to have lost the control of his spiritual consciousness. The blue mist-like dragons in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing Meng Hetang's slightly embarrassed figure.

His lips were slightly blue and purple, his breath was a little weak, and his spiritual power was almost gone. At this time, he was taking an antidote pill, and his spiritual power was slowly expelling the toxins from his body.

The black and thin old man slowly descended from the sky, looked at Zong Beihuai's condition, and then announced loudly, "In this battle, Meng Hetang will win in the Ghost Spirit Sect!"

He stretched out his hand to grab Zong Beihuai, who was photographed in front of him, and then a clear light hit his face.

"Well..."

Zong Beihuai slowly woke up, feeling as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer and it was heavy.

"You were attacked by a spirit just now and fell into a state of confusion for a while. Go back and recuperate for a while!" the thin black old man said slowly.

Zong Beihuai's face was a bit ugly. The injury to his soul was not like other injuries. Although the injury didn't look serious, without the help of the elixir, he would not be able to return to his full strength within a year and a half. He first went towards the black and thin old man.

He bowed and said respectfully: "Thank you, Elder Guan!"

"Well, go down!" Guan Yue said calmly.

Then, Zong Beihuai glanced at Meng Hetang fiercely, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his mind.

Meng Hetang directly ignored Zong Beihuai's gaze. He bowed respectfully to the dark and thin old man with a smile on his face, and then jumped off the ring gracefully.