Family Immortal Cultivation: Li Clan

On the lake, Li Shimin and Wang Shuqi stood opposite each other, a hundred feet apart.

The spectators also showed great interest, but except for the people of the Li family, almost no one was optimistic about Li Shimin.

Even without using treasures, Wang Shuqi's Taoist inheritance was far better than Li Shimin's.

Li Changsheng's eyes were also full of worry, and his magic power flowed through his body, ready to take action at any time.

Li Shimin's eyes were cold, and a scarlet evil spirit rushed up to the sky, and the surrounding waves were forced back.

This shocked everyone. How many people did Li Shimin have to kill to have this kind of evil spirit, and he could also use the evil spirit for his own use, and he was not afraid of eroding his mind.

"Using evil spirit to refine the body, you are very brave."

Yang Tianming saw at a glance that Li Shimin's evil spirit came from the physical body, but the disadvantages were also great. The higher the cultivation, the greater the risk of going astray.

"Come on! Let me see how strong you are?"

As he spoke, Li Shimin clenched his right hand and punched out. The void shook slightly, and a huge fist appeared and blasted towards Wang Shuqi.

The fist appeared in the air, and the surrounding scene seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Wang Shuqi raised his eyebrows, not daring to be careless, and punched out as well.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided with each other, and the violent power spread out, shaking the entire lake into turbulent waves.

The two tried to attack, each took two steps back, but there was no winner, which surprised everyone.

Li Shimin was covered with murderous aura at this moment, like a demon king.

Wang Shuqi's body was red, like a fire god, and the surrounding water mist was evaporated.

"I didn't expect that you are also a physical cultivator."

Wang Shuqi was slightly surprised. You know, physical cultivation consumes a lot of resources, and you have to take into account the cultivation of mana, which will greatly reduce the speed of cultivation.

Because of Li Changsheng, the slightly gifted members of the Li family all consciously practiced body training. Even if their magic power was a little slower, they still had to focus on the training of their physical bodies.

After all, the great heavenly tribulation is no joke. The higher the level of cultivation, the more limited the resources the family can provide, and in the end, they still have to rely on themselves.

With a stronger physical body, whether it is to survive the tribulation or to fight, the chance of survival is definitely better than that of cultivators who do not practice the body.

Li Shimin realized this in the lower world. He fought in the Magnolia Realm and killed a lot, so he thought of using evil spirit to practice the body.

However, he did not have a matching body training method, and now he just relied on his own will to suppress the evil spirit.

Li Shimin's eyes were cold and he did not speak. Wang Shuqi could not help but get angry in his heart, feeling that Li Shimin looked down on him.

Wang Shuqi made seals with his hands and silently chanted a spell. A large piece of fire emerged from his body, making him look more heroic.

Wang Shuqi closed his palms, and a flaming dragon rose into the air and rushed towards Li Shimin.

The flame dragon exuded a blazing heat, and the surrounding lake water was boiling, making crackling explosions.

Li Shimin's expression did not change. He pinched the magic formula, and a large area of ​​lake water rushed up to the sky and floated above his head.

As the magic formula changed, a dragon roar sounded, and the lake water above his head suddenly spun.

In a trance, a blue water dragon soared out, baring its teeth and claws, roaring at the flame dragon.

The water and fire dragons fought in mid-air, not giving up an inch, and the momentum was terrifying.

Wang Shuqi's face sank, and he opened his mouth and spit out a green flame that flew into the body of the flame dragon.

"Oh, this is the fire of refining corpses."

Li Changsheng frowned. As soon as this flame appeared, he sensed a faint corpse gas, and this kind of flame can usually only be bred in corpses.

However, this kind of flame usually appears in ancient battlefields, and it takes a lot of luck to encounter it.

As soon as the corpse-refining fire entered the flame dragon, it immediately turned into a green dragon, with green flames rising from its body, and the temperature dropped a lot.

The green dragon opened its mouth and sprayed a huge amount of corpse gas.

Li Shimin's face changed, and the scarlet evil spirit in his body rushed out and instantly injected into the blue water dragon.

However, the blue water dragon seemed unable to withstand the evil spirit and began to disintegrate.

Li Shimin's heart was ruthless, and the spell changed, and the blue water dragon exploded.

Li Shimin was the first to be backlashed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out directly.

"Boom!"

The blue water dragon exploded, and the evil spirit in the sky also swept towards the green dragon.

The evil spirit and the corpse gas fought against each other, making a huge roar.

The green dragon opened its mouth and sprayed another mouthful of corpse gas, and the evil spirit was instantly consumed.

The green dragon immediately bit Li Shimin, and Li Shimin's face was pale, but he didn't want to admit defeat.

As he pinched the magic formula, his mouth bulged slightly, and a loud dragon roar came out. Wang Shuqi looked dazed, and the green dragon showed signs of disintegration.

But he recovered in an instant and immediately stabilized the green dragon. He seemed to have a treasure to defend against soul attacks.

"Hmph, soul attack."

Wang Shuqi glared with his tiger eyes, pinched the magic formula, and his eyebrows swelled slightly. He was about to perform something when Li Changsheng's voice fell.

"We admit defeat!"

The voice was calm and majestic.

But Wang Shuqi had already shot the arrow on the string at this moment.

In an instant, a black arrow flew out from the eyebrows and instantly shot towards Li Shimin's eyebrows. The speed was so fast that there was no trace.

Li Shimin's pupils shrank, and he felt the fear of death. A dragon roar sounded again, and the black arrow dissipated directly.

Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief, revealing a lingering fear. Just now he felt that he was going to fall.

"Fellow Daoist Li, it's unjustifiable for you to intervene without permission before the winner has been decided!"

Yang Tianming looked at Li Changsheng.

"I already said I would admit defeat, but Wang Xiaoyou has plans to kill others, so I have to take action."

Li Changsheng said calmly, with no fear in his eyes.

Li Shimin was injured by the backlash of his magical power, and used another powerful Tianlong Roar. The power of his soul was consumed so much that he could not use it again to break the situation in a short period of time.

If his soul is hit by Wang Shuqi's magical power, he will become an idiot even if he doesn't die.

Li Shimin was able to fight Wang Shuqi to this point, which was enough in his opinion, and it would be an honor even if he lost.

When Yang Tianming heard this, he couldn't say anything else. After all, it was just a battle of skills. It was enough for everyone to see the tip of the iceberg of Zixiao Sect.

"As expected of the Zixiao Sect's disciples, today's battle opened our eyes."

"Yes, it is not unreasonable for the strong to remain strong."

The people watching the battle all lamented that in addition to qualifications, heritage and inheritance are also indispensable for cultivating immortals.

Li Shimin is already very strong, but in comparison, Wang Shuqi is even stronger.

Listening to everyone's compliments, Yang Tianming and Wang Shuqi were extremely impressed.

Huangfu Jingyun opened his mouth and was about to say something when Li Changsheng spoke first.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, how about we have another spar?"

"oh!"

Yang Tianming smiled: "I wonder who else you want to send?"

"A disciple who transforms into a god is so powerful, I guess my fellow Taoist's magical powers are not weak!"

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to discuss with me?"

"That's right!"

Li Changsheng said affirmatively that he would not let Yang Tianming get his way if the Li family established their authority by stepping on him.

Although losing to the disciples of Zixiao Sect is not a shame, there is a sigh of relief in my heart, and I won't be happy if I don't spit it out.

"Senior Brother Yang, no!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xinyan quickly spoke to stop him, and then looked at Li Changsheng: "Friend Li, Senior Brother Yang is straightforward, but he has absolutely no other meaning. Why don't we just end the matter here."

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Li, if the two of you fight, our sect will be overthrown."

Huangfu Jingyun also hurriedly opened his mouth to persuade, but the other cultivators remained silent, looking like they were watching a show.

"I don't care, look at Fellow Daoist Yang!"

Li Changsheng waved his hand, knowing that Yang Tianming would definitely agree.

Sure enough, Yang Tianming opened his mouth and said, "Since fellow Taoist has such an elegant spirit, how can I not accompany him?"

Of course he knew that Li Changsheng was provoking him, but as a disciple of Huofeng Yuanjun, if he was too timid to fight, wouldn't he be laughed at?

Huangfu Jingyun looked helpless. Seeing that he couldn't stop him, he immediately said: "I don't want to disturb the two fellow Taoists, but this is my territory. How about I stop here and limit it to three moves?"

"Can!"

Li Changsheng and Yang Tianming agreed at the same time. No matter what, they must give face to the host.