Eternal Tranquility

When Liu Qinghuan heard that the other party said that he wanted to bet on him, Liu Qinghuan changed his appearance and transformed into a bodybuilder. He was surprised for a moment, thought about it, and said: "I don't know at the moment. It may take a few days before I go."

After hearing this, the man couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "Really?"

Liu Qinghuan smiled, cupped her hands, and walked to the side of the stage.

It has been more than five years since he began to practice the "Immortal Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations", and he has achieved some success in body training, so he has been out of seclusion recently to play a few games with others to test the results of these days.

So far, it seems pretty good.

Walking to the edge of the stage, the isolation and defense array had been opened. The monk Qingming who was supervising the battle made a mark on the notebook at hand and said: "Qinglin, the cultivator of Ten Thousand Dendrobium in the Lower Realm, his achievements on Moye's 145th Battle Stage In order to win ten games in a row, you can play the next challenge. Are you ready?"

"You want to play the challenge field?"

Before Liu Qinghuan could speak, the monk who had fought him before followed up and interrupted: "Fellow Taoist, don't give up on the challenge. If you win, you can advance to the general stage!"

Liu Qinghuan asked: "Challenge field?"

He had watched people fight before, and he only knew that the fighting stages here were all named after famous ancient swords, and were divided into eight levels according to their level of cultivation.

Among them, the five platforms of Chengying, Chunjun, Yuchang, Moye, and Ganjiang are the battlefields for the Yin-Yang Virtual Reality monks to fight, while the combined monks are the three platforms of Zhanlu, Longyuan, and Chixiao.

The top level, named Tai'atai, is located on Sangushan Mountain and is specially used for Mahayana monks to fight. It is rarely opened once, but every time it is opened, it will attract countless people to watch the battle.

"You don't know, do you?" The monk made a fuss and began to explain to him the rules of the fighting platform.

As the leader of the Three Thousand Realms, Qing Ming has a large number of major cultivators, and there are so many high-level cultivators. Jiutian Yunxiao, as the land of all dharma, not only has many Qingming monks coming and going, but also gathers monks from the lower realms from other interfaces.

These people came here with the intention of exchanging Taoism, comparing combat skills, and even improving their reputation. They walked back and forth between various grand venues and fighting stages. Therefore, in order to prevent the order from collapsing, Jiutian Yunxiao formulated some rules accordingly. .

Liu Qinghuan was in the late stage of Yinxu Realm because of his cultivation, so he was at Moye Terrace when he first appeared. Now he has won ten games in a row. According to the regulations, he needs to enter the challenge field within half a month. As long as he wins, he can go to Ganjiang Terrace and compete with more powerful players. Strong monks fight against each other. If you do not play the challenge field after the deadline, you will have to play it all over again.

Correspondingly, the higher you go up the fighting stage, the more monks will be watching. At the same time, the bets under the stage will also increase significantly, and the profits after winning will naturally be higher.

"So you understand, it would be a shame if you don't continue to fight!"

The man was even more enthusiastic than Liu Qinghuan himself, and kept chattering: "But the Ganjiang Platform is the highest fighting platform for my monks in the Yin and Yang realms, so they no longer follow the rules of ten consecutive wins for promotion, but are ranked according to the number of accumulated wins. As long as If you reach the top 100, you will receive extremely generous rewards!”

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your answer. So, what do you mean by the challenge field?"

"Well..." The man hesitated for a moment and glanced at the war supervising monk.

The supervising monk took out a jade slip from his arms and tapped it with his finger, and names jumped out one by one and floated in the air.

"Here are some of the monks at the bottom of Moxietai. You can choose one of them to challenge. Of course, the other party can also refuse your challenge. Except for the last one, he has no right to refuse."

Liu Qinghuan frowned slightly: "If I win, will I have to accept challenges from others more often in the future?"

"certainly."

Liu Qinghuan shook his head and said: "Forget it, I just go on stage to fight in my spare time to test the results of my training. I don't want to get stuck in endless challenges."

The supervising monk's eyes flashed and he said: "Then you can try Xuanyuan Terrace. You can go there anytime you want. There are many comrades with high magic power who hang out here all the year round. It is the best place to test your strength. At the same time, every day If you win a game, the rewards will be extremely generous.”

Liu Qinghuan smiled and said without comment: "Thank you, I will consider it."

Xuanyuan Terrace is a very special fighting platform in Jiutian Yunxiao. Every battle is extremely popular. Although you can also admit defeat to end the battle, but when the red eye is playing, who cares whether you admit defeat or not, so Xuanyuan Terrace is also known as It's called a battle of life and death.

After saying goodbye to the two of them, Liu Qinghuan took advantage of the wind and air to return to his cave. Soon there was thunder roaring in the closed Ruyi Palace, and the power of heaven and earth poured out like clouds.

After that, a mysterious physical cultivator appeared on Xuanyuan Stage. He always disappeared for a long time after a fight, but every time he appeared, he defeated his opponent with overwhelming force.

As time went by, even though he acted extremely low-key, he still attracted some people's attention.

"War letter?"

Liu Qinghuan crawled out from the bottom of the pit with a dusty head. The clothes on her body had become tattered by the previous thunder and lightning, revealing her lean and delicate skin.

He took the exquisite ink calligraphy handed over by Fu Bao and turned it over: "Who is the Qi Huangshan Tyrant Map?"

Fu Bao glanced at his mouth and said with disdain: "I asked around. It seems that he is a body cultivator who has recently become famous in Xuanyuan Terrace. He defeated many long-established monks, and his methods were extremely cruel. The one who fought against him He was either killed on the spot or seriously injured.”

Liu Qinghuan patted his sleeves, walked to a waterfall not far away to wash away the dust on his body, and asked casually: "So why did he come to me?"

"Maybe you want to know some of Master's deeds. After all, Master, you have maintained a record of undefeated victories and have a reputation of being undefeated."

Liu Qinghuan handed the post back to Fubao: "There is no need to bring this kind of challenge letter in the future. I don't have time."

He thought that this was a small matter, and he didn't take it to heart. However, he didn't want the other party to give up. He sent several messages to his door in a row, and his words became more and more intense each time.

"Surrendering without a fight, stealing the world and defrauding the reputation, being a scale insect? Ha!" Liu Qinghuan sneered and threw the post away: "Let the messenger go away."

Fu Bao left in response, but within half an hour, he ran back again, shouting angrily: "Master, that lunatic brought a large group of people to the door to call for help!"

Liu Qinghuan's expression darkened, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He stood up slowly, straightened his clothes, wiped his face again, and looked like he was walking outside.

At this time, seven or eight people had gathered outside Liu Qinghuan's remote cave that few people visited. The shouts and laughter spread throughout the mountains. The leader was a man with dark eyes, a tall figure, and a playful and contemptuous smile on his face. , staring at the closed door.