Eternal Tranquility

"Ah, I don't have one either..." Junior Brother Chen shook his head, thinking that I still have a few of them waiting for trial use, what should I do if I borrow them from you?

Gao Xiaozhong curled his lips and continued to shout: "Whoever has it, borrow one and get two in return! Don't miss such a good opportunity!"

Not to mention that he actually borrowed some, Gao Xiaozhong burst out laughing. At the last count, he actually borrowed five various defensive talismans.

The middle-aged foundation-building monk shook his head and reminded helplessly: "It's almost quarter of an hour, are you still on the field?"

"Up, up, up!" Gao Xiaozhong put away the talisman and quickly flew onto the stage.

Liu Qinghuan watched the opponent flash various spiritual light shields, and then summoned a shining silver shield to protect his whole body. Gao Xiaozhong laughed wildly: "Hahaha, come on! I don't believe you can break my defense like this!"

Liu Qinghuan looked at him like an idiot and stood still.

Gao Xiaozhong was stunned for a moment, what do you mean? Well, it’s better if I go first! I'll chop you ten or eight times first, I don't believe I can't make you step down.

He raised his hand and summoned a spiritual sword, which floated crookedly in the air, obviously having trouble controlling it.

Gao Xiaozhong was taken aback, and then he remembered that he had taken too many defensive measures. In addition to the one-time activation of the defensive talisman that he did not need to maintain, he also had a spiritual light pendant, a shield, and a spiritual power shield that he had to maintain at all times. , now with the addition of a sword, the divine consciousness becomes quite difficult.

Not everyone has Liu Qinghuan's perverted ability to manipulate consciousness.

He thought for a while and turned off the aura pendant first, but then felt it was not safe and took two more defensive talismans. Then he controlled the spirit sword to strike at Liu Qinghuan.

However, Liu Qinghuan only released the Leng Yue Ice Sword, entangled his sword, and made no other moves.

The middle-aged foundation-building monk nodded slightly. The defensive talisman had a time limit. Knowing that the opponent did not have too many, there was no need to waste spiritual power on a hard attack. This disciple named Liu Qinghuan judged the situation very clearly.

Sure enough, after a while, the defensive talismans on Gao Xiaozhong's body flashed out one after another.

When Gao Xiaozhong walked off the stage in frustration, all the disciples from whom he borrowed the talisman gathered around him: "Although you lost, you still have to pay back my talisman after you borrowed it."

Gao Xiaozhong is in trouble! Why didn't he think of the fact that defense charms have a time limit, grandma! Now not only did he not win, but he also owed a huge debt. He really lost his wife and lost his army!

He was still unwilling to give in and suddenly shouted: "He doesn't have much spiritual power anymore! Come on next!"

A male cultivator who was about to fly onto the stage flashed his eyes when he heard this, and there was a sudden realization in his eyes: That's right! I was almost deceived by Liu Qinghuan's yundanfengqing performance! This is his seventh game. Not to mention that he is only at the eighth level of Qi training. Even for disciples at the ninth level of Qi training, many of them have lost most of their spiritual power by this time!

The male cultivator who was originally very worried suddenly felt confident!

He stood up on the stage with his chest raised majestically, and then came off the stage half a quarter of an hour in tears. When he was about to leave the stage, he shouted bitterly: "This kid doesn't have much spiritual power left! Whoever knocks him off the stage, I'll ask him." Drink the spirit wine!”

It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan won the ninth game again, and he didn't look like he was exhausted at all. This couldn't help but arouse heated discussion among everyone.

"What's going on? Isn't he just at the eighth level of Qi training? Why is his spiritual power so deep?" Some people were very puzzled.

"I think he must be faking it!" Some people didn't believe it: "His spiritual power must have bottomed out now! Look, he even has this little time to seize the time to meditate to restore his spiritual power."

Liu Qinghuan didn't hear the heated discussion in the audience at all. Because every previous game ended neatly, he still had one-third of his spiritual power left.

The competition is cruel, but if you don't meet a super strong opponent, it's actually very simple. With Liu Qinghuan's current strength, as long as he doesn't meet someone of Lu Enming's level, one-third of his spiritual power should be enough to cope with the final battle.

At this moment, a tall, fair-skinned and beautiful girl walked up.

is her! Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his opponent was someone he knew, Bai Ningshuang.

This woman entered the Wenshi Sect on the same day as him. At that time, she was the only one to obtain four white lines in the entry trial, and she was the best among all the new disciples. Later she joined Mingxijian and no one heard from her again.

Unexpectedly, after several years, she has reached the eighth level of Qi practice. Considering that she has a single water spirit root, it seems to be expected that her cultivation speed would be so fast.

When Bai Ningshuang saw Liu Qinghuan, surprise flashed in her eyes, and she obviously recognized him.

Liu Qinghuan was a little embarrassed, but still smiled and said hello: "Senior Sister Bai, long time no see."

Bai Ningshuang only nodded slightly arrogantly, and with a tap of her hand, another layer of rippling water shield appeared outside her spiritual power shield. At the same time, a mist of water quickly dispersed.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of greeting, Liu Qinghuan stopped talking nonsense and watched coldly as the water mist filled the air, covering the entire battle stage as if it were in the clouds.

Bai Ningshuang's figure suddenly disappeared from his consciousness, and several water spears quickly passed through the mist and stabbed Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan pinched it with his hands, and the wood spiritual energy around him suddenly became strong, and he condensed into several wooden thorns and rushed towards the water spear. When the two collided, the wooden thorns shattered into nothingness, and the water spears scattered into little drops of water.

Those water drops did not fall to the ground, but shone with cold light and shot towards Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan moved his feet, the wind boots flashed, and he flew sideways. With a flip of his hand, a bursting talisman flew forward, and the wild flames suddenly spread out, rolling up the water mist, revealing the white frost in his hand that shimmered with light.

Bai Ningshuang's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile! The complex magic formula in her hand was reaching its final stage. The surrounding water spiritual power was so strong that it glowed with blue light. The next moment, like a raging sea, a wave of water rushed out.

Liu Qinghuan raised his hand, and dozens of seeds flew out. They began to grow rapidly as soon as they hit the ground. When a wave of water rushed over, they had grown into several large iron-colored trees. No matter how the water washed them, they still stood firm.

At the same time, Liu Qinghuan's spiritual power was rapidly depleting.

The water wave was divided into several streams and flowed through the gaps between the iron trees, and its power was greatly reduced.

Bai Ningshuang's face was frosty, and she slowly raised her hands from her chest with her palms upward. A torrent rushed into the sky, her hands faced up and down, and she quickly rotated, the torrent rolled, and a water dragon was quickly taking shape!

Liu Qinghuan frowned and moved, speeding up suddenly and rushing towards Bai Ningshuang. He didn't even care about the water dragon that was about to take shape in the sky, and arrived near Bai Ningshuang in just a few breaths.

He shouted loudly, holding the hilt of the Lengyue Ice Sword in his hand, and slashed at Bai Ningshuang from the air!

Bai Ningshuang was calm and composed, and took a few steps back. A water shield had formed in front of her. Leng Yue's Ice Sword struck the water shield. It only penetrated a little, and then it felt soft under the sword and could not strike any further.

Bai Ningshuang looked at Liu Qinghuan proudly. Her water dragon had taken shape, sweeping in with a surge of water.