Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Time passed quickly. Wu Fan was the first to play in the second round. This time his opponent was a female cultivator with only the tenth level of Qi Refining. I don’t know how she won the first round. She must have been lucky. Come to the same level of monks. This female nun is small and exquisite, with big eyes, and she looks extremely cute. When she saw Wu Fan coming up, she lightly opened her red lips and said softly: "Senior brother, can you let me junior sister?"

"Junior sister, I'm really sorry, I still have to compete for the position of core disciple!" Wu Fan said seriously.

"Pfft... cluck, senior brother, are you serious? I see you are only at the tenth level of qi training, and you say you want to compete for the position of core disciple?" After hearing Wu Fan's words, the woman couldn't hold it in anymore and actually smiled. out.

"Yes, I really want to compete for the position of core disciple, so I can only apologize, I can't let you go." Wu Fan replied seriously.

"Giggle, okay, okay, then junior sister can only wish senior brother success!" The girl looked at Wu Fan with a look on her face like she was a fool and smiled.

When she finished speaking, she patted the storage bag and released a long silk ribbon instantly. Then she began to make a seal with both hands and moved a little towards the long silk ribbon, but the long silk ribbon rushed towards Wu Fan at extremely high speed.

Wu Fan was not in a hurry, and he did not take out the magic weapon. He just stood with his hands behind his back, and a faint smile could be seen at the corner of his mouth. When the long silk was about to reach him, he only saw his body swaying. , disappeared in an instant. When he appeared, he had already arrived in front of the woman, and he still held a long sword in his hand. At this time, the long sword was placed on the woman's neck. It is not known when he took it out. long sword.

The woman's eyes were filled with shock, and she didn't dare to move. She didn't even realize what was going on. In her eyes, she just saw an afterimage. When she just noticed it, the other person was already in front of her. She She was surprised to find that she had lost. When she thought about it, even a Qi Refining Dzogchen cultivator wouldn't be able to do this kind of movement that was so terrifying, right? Doesn’t this person usually take the time to improve his cultivation? Did he spend all his time practicing his body skills?

"Junior sister, you lose!" After Wu Fan said this, he put away his sword and then flew towards the stage.

After hearing Wu Fan's words, the woman stamped her feet angrily, then turned around and walked off the stage.

After a while, Third Senior Brother Ye Lei appeared on the stage. His opponent was at the same level as him, both at the eleventh level of Qi Refining and with good strength. The two men fought extremely fiercely in the ring. After half an hour, they were still The third senior brother was slightly stronger and won the game. At the same time, he also suffered some minor injuries. When he returned to the stage, he quickly took out two pills and threw them into his mouth, one to restore mana and one to restore mana. The grains were for healing, and then he sat cross-legged.

In the next game, the second senior brother came on stage. This time he was not so lucky. His opponent was a male cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi refining. Although the second senior brother had the Great Perfection cultivation of Qi refining, in the end... alas... Forget it, let’s not mention it, Wu Fan had a hunch that after the competition was over, the second senior brother would definitely be in need of a stick.

After waiting for a while, Fourth Senior Sister Jueshuang came on the stage. Her opponent was a woman of the same level as her, who was also at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. Fourth Senior Sister was worthy of being an ascetic cultivator. Like Wu Fan, she In addition to watching the master making alchemy, the rest of the time is spent practicing in the cave. This also means that among the same level, the fourth senior sister still has a high chance of winning. As expected, in less than half an hour, the fourth senior sister Jueshuang won the competition. .

Currently, among Wu Fan and other seniors, only three are left who are qualified for the next round of competition, namely third senior brother Yelei, fourth senior sister Jueshuang, and Wu Fan. This round ended quickly, and there were currently 122 people left in the field.

In this round of drawings, Wu Fan was number 69. In the first game, the third senior brother came first, Wu Fan came second, and the fourth senior sister came third.

This time, the third senior brother was not so lucky. His opponent was a genuine Qi Practicing Dzogchen monk. Although the third senior brother tried his best, he was still defeated in less than a quarter of an hour, and finally walked back dejected. , Wu Fan and others hurriedly comforted him, but the second senior brother quit. He said: "Why did you comfort each other when the third junior brother and the fifth junior sister lost the game, but you didn't know it when I lost the game?" ignore?"

When Wu Fan and others heard what the second senior brother said, they just rolled their eyes at him, and they all had one idea in mind. "Are you kidding? You can't even beat someone one level below you, and you want everyone to comfort you with words? Just wait until you go back and be beaten by the master!"

Wu Fan came on stage in the next scene, and this time he finally met a Qi Refining Dzogchen monk. He was a man, two meters tall, with a muscular back, short hair, thick lips, bright eyes, and bronze skin. When he came to the stage, his eyes widened and he said to Wu Fan in a deep voice: "I'm Qingcang Peak "You Hu", I watched your last game, your body skills are really powerful, but This arena is very small. If someone gets close to you, junior brother, you will lose this game."

"Senior brother, is he a disciple of Qingcang Peak? Are you a disciple of Elder Tieman? Do you know Haoyu?" Wu Fan asked three questions in a row. Wu Fan knew that Qingcang Peak masters physical training techniques. During the outer sect competition, that Haoyu ranked second and was defeated by Wu Fan. Later, Haoyu was accepted as a disciple by Elder Tieman of Qingcang Peak.

"Eh..., do you know my junior brother? I did learn from Tieman's sect, and that Haoyu is my junior brother." You Hu replied with a look of surprise.

"Of course I know Haoyu. If I wasn't there during the outer sect competition, your junior brother would have won first place." Wu Fan replied with a smile.

"So you are Wu Fan. I heard that you have a very powerful magical power. Today I want to learn from you." You Hu said, and at the same time, he showed interest on his face.

"Since you asked, I will satisfy you." Wu Fan said.

At this time, You Hu slapped the storage bag, and a huge axe flew out of it instantly. The axe was half a foot in size, shining silver. I don't know what kind of refined iron it was made of. It looked very heavy. You Hu caught the axe with one hand and held it tightly in his hand. Then he smiled and rushed towards Wu Fan with his thighs.

Wu Fan's mouth corners slightly raised, and he did not take out the magic weapon, but also ran forward. When the two were about to get close, Wu Fan's body trembled, and he released the golden light while running. When the golden light spread, You Hu was just wrapped in the golden light. At this time, You Hu's running speed instantly slowed down, more than 30% slower than before, and there was a look of shock on his face. If you look closely at this time, You Hu's body is trembling slightly.

When Wu Fan saw that the other party could still rush towards him so quickly, he was also a little surprised, thinking: "This You Hu is worthy of being a famous body cultivator. After being covered by my golden light, he can still run so fast. I think the body training method he practiced is definitely extraordinary."