Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Lu Chuan slapped Hua Xiangchun on the back of the head again and said angrily: "Get out! This senior brother is here to compete with fellow Taoist Mu Han and is not interested in the position of the 100th champion at all! What a shame! You can imagine, do you think that my senior brother is as hopeless as you?"

Although this slap was not infused with magic power and did not use much force, it still made Hua Xiangchun dizzy.

Hua Xiangchun did not dare to contradict, and nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. He hurriedly followed the trend and said with a smile: "Ahem, of course Senior Brother Lu aims to be at the top of the vanguard! How can he set his sights on the last one who is ranked last? The younger brother was in a hurry and said something wrong. Please forgive me. But after the senior brother shows off his skills and defeats Mu Han, what do you think?"

"Go away!" Lu Chuan was disturbed by him. Facing a powerful enemy like Xie Xiu Mu Han, he was inevitably a little agitated. However, for the sake of his fellow sect, he still said proudly: "If I can defeat Mu Han, , the last champion is naturally yours. But now, don’t be an eyesore in front of me, and get as far away as you can!”

Hua Xiangchunru received the decree and quickly said yes. He rolled and crawled to the edge of the main ring with great joy. When he was done, he did not forget to wave the flag and cheer for Senior Brother Lu. He called on the disciples of the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect under the ring to shout together, cheering and cheering. Wave after wave.

Lu Chuan usually prides himself on being the strongest swordsman among the second-generation disciples of the Immortal Sect. He behaves in a classy manner and deliberately imitates the style of the ancient swordsman on the murals of the Immortal Sect.

I saw him wearing white clothes and a green sword. Even the movements of drawing the sword were extremely particular. He held a sword flower in his arms in the air, and the green sword glowed with sharp sword light. He pointed diagonally at the ground and said: "Fellow Taoist Mu, please!"

Ye Ling, who had been sitting quietly in the position of the 100th champion, turned a blind eye to the tricks played by brothers Lu Chuan and Hua Xiangchun. It was only then that Ye Ling slowly raised his head, with a stern expression flashing between his eyebrows. !

Ye Ling knew very well that a monk like this, who was at the peak of the ninth level of foundation building, was also recognized as a strong person at the same level. Coupled with his status as the chief disciple of the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect, he must have superior combat power and be extremely difficult to deal with.

If this battle is defeated at the hands of Lu Chuan, of course he can still challenge other champions without losing his position as captain of the sea vanguard army. But in the eyes of everyone, once defeated, this somersault will fail! They will become the laughing stock of the cultivators.

Not to mention that he was too shameless to meet Hongtang, Xiaotao and Qingwan. Even Siko Tingyan, who admired his alter ego Grandmaster Ye, was equally disgraced when he saw him defeated.

Therefore, Ye Ling made up his mind to win this battle! Can't lose. Even if the opponent is stronger than him in terms of cultivation and strength, he cannot retreat and can only find ways to win!

Ye Ling looked at Lu Chuan's sword cultivating style, showing aloofness in his cold and arrogant manner. Although he said politely and said a word of "please", in fact, the arrogance had already been engraved in his bones. Ye Ling had seen many such monks, and his eyes were so poisonous. With a flash of lightning in his mind, he already had an idea!

I saw Ye Ling standing up unhurriedly, cupping his fists at Lu Chuan, and said calmly: "You and I have to talk before we discuss fighting skills! Swords are ruthless, and magic weapons have no eyes. If Mu accidentally hurts you, there will be no problem." I’ll give you the elixir and I’ll heal your wounds myself, so don’t worry.”

Lu Chuan was slightly startled. After hearing what he said, he was so upright and upright, as if he were the demeanor of everyone, and he couldn't help but start to re-examine Mu Han in front of him. Seeing the seriousness on his angular face, Lu Chuan couldn't connect him with the murderous demonic monks and the evil and vicious evil cultivators no matter what.

Lu Chuan also nodded solemnly: "Fellow Taoist Mu is upright, and Lu admires it! The competition between you and me is a gentleman's battle. There is no need to fight to the death until the point is reached. As long as the other party's magic weapon is injured, or the magic clothing and equipment are damaged , the other party will have to admit defeat.”

"That's exactly what it is!" Ye Ling said categorically and neatly, leaving no room for Lu Chuan to have any doubts.

At the same time, several Jindan elders who were in charge of judging in the main ring also agreed very much, nodded with smiles, and encouraged: "Well said! You are the strong ones among the sea expedition vanguard army. You can't make any mistakes. So far! So far!"

Lu Chuan jumped back, vacated the field, raised his green sword and surrounded him. It was Yu Jian Qianli's body-protecting defense. He had the bearing of a swordsman master, and his demeanor was also extremely chic, attracting many female cultivators under the ring. The female disciples of the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect were even more enthusiastic, cheering for the senior brother.

Hearing the shouts of the female cultivators, Lu Chuan became even more excited. However, he deliberately maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and spoke a little more politely: "Fellow Taoist Mu, please show your sword! I have seen your flying sword, the ice light." Senhan, made of extraordinary material, is as good as my Qingmang Sword. It is difficult to find a second sword in the entire Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect. Lu is about to take a moment to see if it is your flying sword that is more powerful, or mine. The green sword is sharper!"

Ye Ling secretly laughed in his heart, if he hadn't learned the art of smelting and inlaying from Elder Tang of the Immortal Sect of the Golden Pavilion, which changed the shape of the Evil-Destroying Sword, covering up its metal properties, and wrapped it with sea-ice crystal flowers, purple snow stones, etc. A layer of icy air, otherwise Lu Chuan would really find out the origin of his flying sword.

Ye Ling said loudly: "Since this is a battle between gentlemen, how can I use a flying sword to fight against you? Otherwise, the two swords will collide and be damaged. Therefore, I will change my magic weapon to spar with you, be careful!"

While speaking, Ye Ling patted the storage bag, and the ancient treasure wind flag came out in response! Ye Ling waved the flagpole inlaid with moiré and tourmaline and huffed. In an instant, the melancholy clouds were deserted, the wind was miserable, and countless poisonous souls surrounded the ancient wind flag. Not only was it extremely evil, but it also exuded a sense of vicissitudes of time. Cultivation treasure!

All the monks above and below the main ring stared with their eyes wide open! The gloomy wind brought by the miserable green poisonous soul was like the cold wind of the Nine Netherworld, blowing across the entire arena, as if it was enveloped in a layer of gloomy and cold air.

"Poisonous Soul Banner!" Lu Chuan took a breath of cold air, and his expression became extremely solemn. What he relied on was nothing more than his natal green light sword. He was extremely proficient in sword movement and sword energy, and he could deal with evil cultivator Mu Han's flying sword. Of course it's a no brainer. But now that Mu Han has put on the soul flag, it seems that this is the most powerful magic weapon of the evil cultivator Mu Han, which makes Lu Chuan feel like he punched cotton and has nowhere to go.

The crowd was also whispering that all the impressions Mu Han gave them, such as the large-scale demonic flame group attack, the weird soul attack, and the soul flag now shrouded in poisonous mist, were all so evil and awe-inspiring!

Qingwan had been watching under the ring, and when she saw her master using the changed Feng Banner, she suddenly realized that the seemingly powerful poisonous soul was actually just a cover-up, and Feng Banner's wind attribute attack was the most powerful killing move. Qingwan He smiled at Xiaotao and the others: "What's wrong with Lu Chuan! How could he know how powerful his master Feng Banner is! He mistook it for Poison Banner, that's all."

Xiao Tao said worriedly: "I hope so, but this person's combat power should not be underestimated. The sword cultivator's attacks are often very sharp! It depends on how the master resists. As long as he can block one or two of his moves, There is a chance to encourage Feng Ban to counterattack!"