I have a world of cultivating immortals

"How are your hands?"

On Daye Island, Qi Huanzhi asked Lu Qiulong.

"It's okay, but I can't raise my strength."

Sitting on his spirit beast, Lu Qiulong couldn't help laughing wryly as he looked at the hands wrapped up by the Imperial Medical Palace and hung on his chest with bandages.

"That man's sword is terrifying."

It was Lou Fengcheng who spoke, and the palm of his right hand was spread out, with traces of golden lines flickering continuously, forming a solid three-dimensional image of Chen Mobai, a cyan thunderbolt, and a small flying sword. symbol, flashing beside it.

"Lei Fa has already found a way to solve it. Now if we solve Jian Guang, he can be completely defeated."

Xiahou Weihuan's face was cold, he came here today, even after watching the video of Chen Mobai easily defeating four people in a row, he is still full of confidence in himself, but after two defeats, he already has a kind of patience called patience So I came here to participate in the "Baochen Mobai" alliance hosted by Lou Fengcheng.

"The sword light of the fire attribute seems to be refined with some kind of powerful spiritual fire as the foundation of the sword light. Defensive techniques and magic tools with the water attribute are the best, and the earth attribute is also fine, as long as it is not metal and wood attributes. Just do it."

Lu Qiulong was defeated at this point. He thought that after combining with the Taijue Tiger, he could control the Platinum Airflow to block the third-order lightning method, and he could fight Chen Mobai fairly.

Unexpectedly, when he met Qingyang Huo Jianguang, he was completely defeated.

He was defeated by the two swords before he could display his strong blood and strength, which was known as the ceiling of the foundation-building realm, which was even worse and faster than when he was defeated in Xiaochitian.

"Wenren Xuewei in the next round, Changchun Kung Fu just restrains his fire attribute sword light. If she has another defensive magic weapon that can resist thunder, the two should have a fierce dragon and phoenix fight."

Tao Mingqing was the one with the most peaceful state of mind present. He had no attachment to winning or losing with Chen Mobai. The reason why he joined this alliance was that the relationship between Taiyuan Academy and Butian Dao Academy was good, and he felt that if It would be very interesting to defeat Chen Mobai.

For Tao Mingqing, who only had thoughts about forming alchemy, during the long waiting time for foundation establishment and consummation, if he found something to do for himself, or set a goal, life would be more interesting.

"He also has a method of spiritual eyes."

Qi Huanzhi opened his mouth. He has practiced the "Candle Dragon God's Eye Technique". He has keenly grasped the flaws of Chen Mobai's more than a dozen acupoints and air doors that were overloaded after he used the five-element sword light to accurately defeat Lu Qiulong's Yuling Fusion. Small but crucial information.

"Then, when you fight against him, you need to use a talisman that can cover your blood and spiritual power in advance."

Lou Fengcheng nodded, and after perfecting Chen Mobai's three-dimensional model with the square inch book, he set up tactics to block the spirit-eye technique.

"Do you need to send the information we collected to Wenren Xuewei?"

Tao Mingqing suddenly made a suggestion.

"No, just let the two of them have a peak duel first. No matter who wins, it will be beneficial to us."

Xiahou Weihuan suddenly spoke, with a cold look in his eyes.

"On the contrary, I hope that kid can win. In this way, I can personally give him the most complete defeat in front of the world."

Everyone quickly reached a consensus.

After all, Wenren Xuewei took the initiative to reject them, so there was no need for them to post it.

Moreover, Jumang and Wuqi were originally on the same path.

They also don't trust Wenren Xuewei very much.

Now that the two are fighting each other, they should be happy.

...

"come on."

In the alchemy room, the young girl squinted her eyes and smiled, clenched her fists and said to Chen Mobai who was about to go out.

"What do you want to eat today?"

Chen Mobai stood at the door, stretched his waist, and asked.

"Yesterday's barbecue was good."

"That's fine, but you may be late today."

"It's okay, my practice method has a bigu function, so I can go hungry."

"Haha, it's just a little later, and it won't let you starve."

Chen Mobai laughed and went out with strong confidence.

Although Changchun Kungfu is indeed very powerful, his Pure Yang Scroll is also a technique of transforming spirits. If it doesn't work, he can use it to detonate a Qingyan Sword Demon. Anyway, his remaining Qingyang Fire can condense another Sword Demon.

The offline sparring lasted ten days, and today happened to be the fifth day.

It was also on this day that on the side of the island in the lake, more than a hundred Foundation Establishment practitioners from the Ten Grand Palaces of the Four Dao Schools all arrived, but none of them left to compete.

Everyone is waiting for this offline competition, the duel between the two strongest people.

In the past 500 years at Jumang Taoist Temple, Xuewei was the first to practice Changchun Kung Fu.

And, Chen Mobai, who recast the glory of the Dancer Academy, swept away the invincible opponents in the same class, and even nearly cleared the entire foundation-building realm.

If it was before, most people must have thought that Wenren Xuewei would win.

After all, Changchun Gong's reputation is too great.

But in the past five days, Chen Mobai has used his invincible posture to make many foundation builders of this generation believe that he will be one of the pinnacles of Xianmen in the future.

Moreover, Chen Mobai has not shown his true strength so far in the offline competition.

His No. 1 spot on the foundation list was already considered by everyone to be worthy of his name at this time.

Today, Xiahou Weihuan naturally came too.

He had already helped Sima Xingyu stabilize his injury, and he didn't want to miss this peak match.

Although he thinks that the Pure Yang Juan and the Yuanyang Sword Jue will not be inferior to Changchun's skills, Xiahou Weihuan agrees with Lan Haitian's strength. Since Wenren Xuewei can draw with him, it is obviously the foundation of the foundation. Realm ceiling.

There may even be a third-order method.

At the usual nine o'clock in the morning, Chen Mobai Shi Shiran arrived.

He saw that there was not even a single person on the ten rings on the island in the lake, and he couldn't help being slightly surprised, but he immediately thought of the reason.

"Have you eaten all your breakfast?"

Chen Mobai first went to the platform of the Wuqi Taoist Academy, and handed the breakfast he bought to Zhuang Jialan, asking her to distribute it to other people in her Taoist Academy. The food in Jumang Daoyuan is quite good. Although the taste is light, it does not have a simple and elegant flavor.

In the past few days, under Qingnv's guidance, he almost ate three meals a day in half of Mushen Island, and naturally he didn't forget to bring them to the people in his Taoist temple.

Although the desire for food and drink will be greatly reduced after the immortal cultivator reaches a higher level, but Chen Mobai still keeps this habit.

"Do I need to wait for you?"

Wenren Xuewei's voice came, and she stood on the platform of Jumang Taoist Temple with a faint smile.

"No, I already ate on the way here."

Chen Mobai shook his head, then he waved to Zhuang Jialan and the others, and fell towards the lake with Wenren Xuewei.

Neither of them caused any waves, and they stood in a pentagonal arena.

"You's Tier 3 lightning method is terrible, so I borrowed a Tier 3 defensive weapon."

While Wenren Xuewei was speaking, she raised her Ruyu right hand, and saw that she was wearing a wooden ring on her slender middle finger.

The whole body of the ring is golden yellow, but there are slight water ripples. At a glance, it seems to see the sparkling sea under the blue sky.

"This ring is called 'Tonghai', and it's made of a large eucalyptus tree, with dual attributes of water and wood."

Wenren Xuewei gave a brief introduction, and Chen Mobai took a look at it with the knowledge of appraising treasures he had learned over the years, and judged that this should be a third-tier low-grade defensive magic weapon.

Although the top foundation cultivators like them can control the third-order magic weapon, if it is of a higher grade, it will feel like a frail boy wielding a sledgehammer, which is very difficult.

Therefore, the general foundation-building monks will choose the third-rank low-rank, which is easier to control, and the burden and extraction of spiritual power will be much smaller.

Although Wenren Xuewei is very confident, she still doesn't want to use her own strength and body to forcefully meet the third-order thunder method.

"This sword is called 'Flying Sparrow', and it is also made of a kind of spiritual wood, with dual attributes of fire and wood."

Since the opponent is so honest, Chen Mobai also gave the same respect. For the first time, he took the initiative to pull the flying bird hairpin out of his high bun ponytail, pinched it with his thumb and index finger, and held it in front of his eyes. The name of this exquisite flying sword came out.

"Although this flying bird is only a second-order flying sword, it is a perfect match with you."

Wenren Xuewei also seems to have the knowledge of appraising treasures, as soon as her eyes light up, she has already seen through the grade and reality of Feique Hairpin.

However, Chen Mobai had already used this flying sword against Lu Qiulong before, and it was also possible that it was photographed and appraised by someone at that time.

Compared to Wenren Xuewei who had to use a third-tier magic weapon to defend against the third-tier lightning method, Chen Mobai's flying sword is a second-tier top-grade one, which just matches his cultivation level and can be used perfectly. 100% power.

Chick!

Chen Mobai didn't say another word to Wenren Xuewei, he just raised the flying sparrow hairpin in his hand, and drew a blue-yang fire sword light towards her.

This sword light easily defeated the incomparably powerful Lu Qiulong yesterday. Although Wenren Xuewei had mastered Changchun Kungfu, she had no intention of taking it hard.

She clasped her bare hands towards the lake, and several streams of water seemed to spiral and intertwine, condensing into a whip like a dragon's water in her palm, and swung it down towards Qingyang's fiery sword light.

Amidst the sound of "bang", the light of the water exploded, and the intense high temperature evaporated Wenren Xuewei's water whip into water vapor all over the sky, and a hazy mist covered half of the lake.

The figures of Chen Mobai and Wenren Xuewei flickered at the same moment.

A sound of water dragon chant resounded in the lake, and the flowing water of the island in the lake seemed to have spirituality, turning into translucent water dragons and rushing out of the mist, carrying the power of violent and vast waves. Like a huge wave hitting the shore, he turned around in mid-air and rushed towards the red and black figure in the water mist.

Amidst the surging sound, a clear arc-shaped sword light rushed out around the red and black figures, and the three water dragons that had just rushed down were evaporated into water mist the moment they came into contact with the sword light.

But the water dragons seem to be endless. Under the control of Wenren Xuewei's hands, they rise up from the lake one by one like puppets on a string, and fall towards Chen Mobai continuously.

Zi Li Lie!

A tiny electric current sounded in the ears of everyone watching the battle, and then there was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and a cyan thunder column as thick as a bucket rose into the sky, like a huge thunder sword. The twenty or thirty water dragons accumulated by Xuewei completely evaporated.

The thunder light is like a sword pillar, and after annihilating the water dragon group, it is like a tall tower leaning down, slashing down towards the hazy girl standing in the mist on the lake.

But a clear wave of water lit up on the golden ring on her fingertips, like the sea and sky shining under the morning sun.

Yimu Shenlei landed on the water waves, and was swallowed up by the sea without a sound.

At this time, a blue-gold light spot lit up in the center of the water mist, and then it was like a bullet being shot. In the blink of an eye, it spanned the distance of the entire arena. The magic weapon pierced the right shoulder of the girl in the green skirt during the gap when the spiritual power in the body was slightly sluggish.

When the sword pierced, Wenren Xuewei's body felt as if she had received a huge impact, and she fell to the bottom of the lake suddenly, causing sprays all over the sky.

Without the spiritual blessing of Changchun Kungfu, the water mist covering the ring could no longer be sustained, revealing the figure of Chen Mobai who was ejecting the flying sword with his right hand in the center.

But after the sword stabbed, his expression did not show the joy of victory.

There seemed to be confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.

"what happened?"

"The enemy is defeated so quickly again!"

"No, no, if you win, you won't hide your emotions when you fight."

"That means you haven't won yet? But that sword has already stabbed Wenren Xuewei. Could it be that there is some life-saving talisman that blocked the sword?"

When the crowd of onlookers were discussing, Lou Fengcheng's square inch book was already in operation, Chen Mobai with his left eye, and Xuewei with his right eye, and he was already simulating the weird confrontation between the two just now.

Among those present, only Ding Chunzhi was surprised and stunned.

"Is this Changchun Kung Fu!"

Beside him, the descendant of Shenji Mansion, who had changed into the school uniform of the Star Observation Academy, muttered to himself, and she also saw the clues.

"what happened?"

At this time, Chen Mobai spoke. He looked at Wenren Xuewei who had been driven into the bottom of the lake by his sword, and hooked his right hand.

The Flying Sparrow Hairpin, which had been practiced by him a long time ago, glowed with green-gold light, and slowly flew out of the lake with Wenren Xuewei who was hanging on the flying sword.

The flying bird hairpin did penetrate Wenren Xuewei's right shoulder, and the green skirt on her shoulder was burned by the Qingyang fire that Jian Guang brought, revealing a section of snow-white, round, fat and jade-like fragrant shoulder.

Yet no blood was shed.

The flying bird hairpin was still piercing Wenren Xuewei's shoulder!

"My Changchun kung fu has only reached the first level, and I can only achieve a state where my body is stable and not injured."

While Wenren Xuewei was speaking, she stretched out her hand and pulled out the flying sparrow hairpin that was stabbed on her right shoulder. At this time, everyone finally saw the blood on the wound after the sword tip was pulled out.

But immediately, it was like going back in time, the wound disappeared, and the skin where the sword marks had originally appeared became smooth and delicate again.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that she was stabbed by Chen Mobai before.

"If my sword pierced your brain just now, can you recover?"

At this time, Chen Mobai asked curiously.