Natural fairy species

"Bai Zichen, counting on you, you can even win against a half-advanced golden silk and black...but you can't move now, and the final winner is me!"

Xiong Baishan gritted his teeth and said with a distorted face.

Looking at the trend just now, the blood of the silver-streaked black scorpion has accumulated a lot. If it takes another few decades, it is very possible to be promoted to a golden-threaded black scorpion.

The second-order spirit beast has a long lifespan, and it can already be used as the township spirit beast of the Xiuxian family to protect the scenery for a hundred years.

Bai Zichen tore off his tattered Taoist robe, revealing the thin inner armor with several obvious bear paw marks on it.

"I let you down, I have half my life left, it's not hard to beat you."

Bai Zichen touched the Bailian Tiancanyi with lingering fear in his heart. At the critical moment, the inner armor blocked a block and took half of the damage.

Otherwise, he should have been ripped open.

Xiong Baishan took out a bunch of talismans, and struck out several gray finger-width slender talismans, falling towards the Golden Sparrow Sword and Black Bamboo Sword.

"This is the spirit sealing talisman I specially prepared for you. Without the flying sword, I want to see how you can defeat me!"

The corners of Xiong Baishan's eyes were filled with tears. The Spirit Sealing Talisman has the function of sealing the spiritual power of magical artifacts and confining treasures, but the conditions for use are harsh.

Right now there are two flying swords, one is still stuck in the body of the dead Jinsi Heiwei, and the other is thrown to the other corner of the ring.

They are all far away from the master, just in time to be found by the spirit sealing talisman, and each flying sword is covered by five or six talismans.

Bai Zichen stretched out his hand and made a move, and sure enough, the connection between the two flying swords and himself became insignificant, very meager.

If you spend a certain amount of time or shorten the distance of the flying sword, you can easily break the spirit sealing talisman.

But seeing that Xiong Baishan has already propped up the pagoda, the ground shakes every time he takes a step, and he is approaching slowly and firmly, he will definitely not give this chance.

Bai Zichen wiped the storage bag, got another wooden sword in his hand, and stood up while supporting the ground.

Under Xiong Baishan's unbelievable eyes, he raised his hand and blasted a crack in his pagoda with a flash of sword light.

Xiong Baishan hurriedly wanted to reconnect the Three Treasures Linglong Pagoda to the ring again, but this milky white sword light with great righteousness came back from a tricky angle, attacking it must be saved, and the pagoda had to start all over again.

After so many rounds, the light and shadow of the pagoda were already covered with cracks.

puff!

The pagoda shattered, and the Demon-Suppressing Peachwood Sword stopped on top of Xiong Baishan's head, and a stream of blood flowed from his forehead.

"I... admit defeat."

Xiong Baishan's complexion was pale, his chest heaved violently, and he said in an awkward manner.

He couldn't figure out how could there be a Qi refining monk who bought three flying swords and carried them on his body. Even the sword cultivator only had one common flying sword and one spare flying sword.

Elder Zhang appeared above the ring in an instant. He had been supervising the battle, and was also responsible for preventing the two of them from saving others before they were fatally injured.

But in this competition, the situation changed again and again, and at two points in time, he tried to make a move but failed in time.

"The winner, Bai Zichen!"

Elder Zhang made sure that both of them were fine, and announced the result to the audience with amplifying magic.

"If any disciples from the inner sect refuse to accept it, if they want to challenge, they can go on stage now, and the competition will be held after an hour. The number of challengers should not exceed three, and if there are more than the quota, they will be selected in the order of the inner sect."

Bai Zichen didn't pay attention to these things, and directly took a piece of Huiqi powder, and the Changchun kung fu slowly worked to recover mana.

For the rest of the inner disciples, he has lists in hand.

Except for the two seven-level Qi Refining, the rest are all six-level Qi Refining.

As long as there is no special secret treasure, he is not afraid at all with the advantage of the realm, but it is only a matter of a few swords.

"Junior Sister Tan, don't mess around!"

Chen Wei grabbed Tan Qin, who was about to move, knowing that this girl was spoiled by her family since she was a child, and she did things based on her heart without thinking about the consequences.

"You are so far behind others in cultivation, do you still want to go on stage and stage a show where the weak can defeat the strong?"

"Don't look at Bai Zichen's exhausted appearance now, it doesn't take ten swords to win against you, don't go and humiliate yourself."

"Besides, it's no good to win. It prevents people from becoming enlightened, and it will cause a great hatred for nothing. If it is a year when only one person signs up, it's fine. It's okay to lose to the same skill in the battle. But like this situation where two tigers compete , unless there is a deep hatred, very few people will play at this time."

"If you are in the first grade of junior high school, someone will be in the fifteenth grade. If you break the unspoken rules among inner disciples, sister, in a few years, when it's your turn to pass the test, even if you are picked three times in a row, Elder Tan will have no reason to blame you." You come out."

Tan Qin looked around, and sure enough, the two inner sect brothers at the seventh level of Qi Refining were sitting firmly, not intending to end the challenge.

He could only pouted and sat down aggrieved.

"The registration time for the challenge has passed, this time the new true biography, Bai Zichen!"

After shouting three times in a row, no one challenged, Elder Zhang officially announced the result of the True Inheritance Trial.

Bai Zichen opened his eyes in surprise, he didn't expect that there was no inner disciple who challenged him, which made him worry for nothing.

"Senior Nephew Bai has a bright future. If you are a true biography at this age, you will definitely be a fellow in the future... Pack up and go see Senior Brother Liang, he is waiting for you up there."

Elder Zhang stepped forward and patted his shoulder pretending to be affectionate.

Indeed, even if the eighteen-year-old True Inheritance Disciple has a close relationship with the elders of the foundation, he will not lose his status.

"Master Liang is calling, how dare you not come, and go to visit immediately after changing clothes."

Bai Zichen saluted all around the auditorium, thanking everyone for coming to watch the ceremony.

In the auditorium of the ring arena, some people were already leaving the arena, a few people were waiting for Bai Zichen to step down and wanted to chat and make friends, and more people were still discussing the just-concluded competition in their seats, and they all returned their salutes.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bai Zichen turned to Xiong Baishan, who staggered step by step to the side of the accompanying bear beast, and knelt in front of him.

Before taking the stage, he was in high spirits and high spirits, but compared to that time, his back looked more stooped and decadent.

"Brother Bai, it's really become..."

Up to this moment, Lang Zhongping was still staring at the field obsessively, and did not respond to the splash of boiling water from the teacup in his hand.

Putting himself in his shoes, if he were in the arena, even if he had already refined Qi to perfection, he might not be able to beat Xiong Baishan, let alone force Xiongshou to advance to the next level.

"We are all inner disciples, there is such a big gap... Some people are born to be the protagonists, and they will show themselves!"

"Zhong Ping, you said that you were familiar with that nephew Bai?"

Elder Jin supported his chubby belly, looked at Bai Zichen who had stepped off the ring, and asked suddenly.

"Yes, Junior Brother Bai and I had a very happy chat. I helped him handle the flying sword that was used in the back of the arena just now."

Lang Zhongping hurriedly put gold on his face, although the two had only met once.

"Hmm... walk around more when you have time, this nephew Bai probably caught someone's eye."

Elder Jin reached out to the first private room and nodded, smiling, his small eyes narrowed into lines.

"Next time Nephew Bai comes to Fangshi again, remember to invite him to see me."

"Understood. When I see Junior Brother Bai, I will convey to him what you mean, Uncle Jin."

Lang Zhongping nodded respectfully, and sighed inwardly, Bai Zichen's status in the sect was completely different after a trial.

Fortunately, I saw the opportunity early and formed a good relationship in advance, otherwise Bai Zichen is so hot now that even the elders are vying to make friends, and he may not be the deacon.

The longer the holiday, the busier it is. These days, I have to write 4,000 words until after 12 o'clock in the evening, and the May Day Plus is even more difficult.

Fortunately, there is still a week before the shelves. After the long holiday, I will save more manuscripts, and there will be a wave of explosions on the day of the shelves.

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