Taoist Quick Wear

Si Qingyan did not reply since Ye Fufeng was fighting now.

Could it be that Sang Li really wanted to meet Ye Fufeng in person? I don’t know what Ye Fufeng would think when he saw the real-life version of the saury, but Si Qingyan had already made up her mind to watch.

Sang Li also participated in the Dao battle, looking lazy. He always blew up his junk spiritual weapon and used his strong financial resources to blow up his opponent so hard that he had to admit defeat.

If Ye Fufeng couldn’t beat Sang Li, wouldn’t they not be able to meet? Thinking about it this way, the possibility was still very high.

Si Qingyan kept an eye on the battle situation while going to various gambling posts to collect the spiritual stones she earned. The odds of Ye Fufeng winning were a little high, and all the spiritual stones she had bet on were returned, multiplied several times. Si Qingyan was very satisfied, and her favorability towards the disciples who opened the market was up, up, up. It was so happy to make money without doing anything. If I could make so much money every day, I wouldn’t have to do anything in the future. I just needed to eat and wait for death and be a salted fish.

There were many disciples watching on the first day, but fewer on the second day. On the third day, the winner and the ranking were decided, and the traffic showed a trend of warming up again. In order to watch Ye Fufeng's face-to-face activities, Si Qingyan gave up two other interesting goals and focused on Ye Fufeng. Although the battle scene between Xiao Qiang and Yi Huan was very interesting, Ye Fufeng's victory or defeat was the most important.

Ye Fufeng glanced at Si Qingyan's eyes and was shocked for a moment. Brother, are you looking at me? I can't let you down. Maybe Xiaoyu is also looking at me. With so many sisters watching, which one is the taste of saury?

Ye Fufeng only glanced at them quickly and quickly focused on the battle. With the special training from his master before the battle, he felt that he should be able to get the first place. Even if he encounters a strong enemy, he has the strength to fight.

Sang Li didn't intend to show off, which was contrary to her salted fish dream. But the first prize is a token, which is the key to a secret realm that she had sealed before. If someone else gets it and enters first, her treasure will be taken away by others.

She doesn't need this key to open the secret realm, but many years have passed, space has changed, and the secret realm overlapped in time and space is not in the original place. She can no longer find the location of the secret realm, and maybe she can re-lock it with this key.

This time I must win. Even if I can't win, I must get the token. If my treasure is taken away by others, I will have nowhere to cry.

During the foundation-building period, Yi Huan and Xiao Qiang attracted countless eyes, and their wins and losses became the focus of most disciples.

Last time, someone won money in the forum and wanted to take this opportunity to make more money. Some people lost a lot and wanted to take this opportunity to win back. A large number of opening posts appeared again, and the fluctuating odds made people extremely excited. Anyway, the spiritual stones on hand can't buy any big items, so it's better to take a chance and turn a bicycle into a motorcycle. Maybe you can double your winnings, reach the pinnacle of life, and become a successful cultivator that everyone envies.

Today, the most popular gambling post is the battle between Yi Huan and Xiao Qiang in the foundation building group. The disciples responded very enthusiastically and in the same style.

"Shen Yihuan is so pretty, like a fairy, cold and elegant, I really want to make friends with her. I bet on Xiao Qiang to win."

"I like Shen Yihuan so much, her swordsmanship is also outstanding, she will definitely achieve extraordinary success in the future. I bet on Xiao Qiang."

"Fairy Yihuan's swordsmanship is really good, she is so real and fake that people can't see through her. I bet on Xiao Qiang."

"You are too much! I bet ten spirit stones on Fairy Yihuan to win! I bet another five hundred on Xiao Qiang!"

"Although Fairy Yihuan's swordsmanship is good, it can't break the defense, just like a child playing house, and her cultivation is weaker than Xiao Qiang. I feel that Xiao Qiang has a greater chance of winning."

"It's rare for Taiyi Palace to have a young and beautiful female cultivator, and I still hope she wins. Who is this Junior Brother Xiao Qiang, why have I never seen him before?"

"I haven't seen him either. He is a dark horse who has just risen recently. He is really a ruthless person. Is he practicing his body day and night regardless of the cold or heat? It's terrible."

Si Qingyan also bet, betting on Xiao Qiang and Yihuan to draw. Yi Huan's attack power is not weak, and Xiao Qiang's defense power is very strong. This attack and defense may be a draw.

At the beginning, Yi Huan had the upper hand, and the sword light was everywhere. Although Xiao Qiang suffered some injuries, Xiao Qiang healed quickly and had strong physical strength. Yi Huan specifically attacked Xiao Qiang's lower three routes... and then showed a shocked expression.

Everyone else showed a shocked expression.

Why did it stop suddenly?

Did the sword just now go through Xiao Qiang's legs?

Xiao Qiang was actually calm. Could it be that he had also practiced to the level of invulnerability?

Although Yi Huan was shocked, his hands did not slow down.

Although not... but Xiao Qiang is tall and strong, with muscles all over his body, it is impossible for her to be a female cultivator? Maybe she has practiced some magic that can shrink the yang into the body without leaving any flaws.

If Xiao Qiang is a female cultivator... Yi Huan suddenly shuddered and felt a little scared. Is there anyone who is more cruel than himself? When Xiao Qiang attacked, he often left room for maneuver, as if he was afraid of hurting himself, and he was a bit sympathetic to women. He should be a male cultivator.

Yi Huan made random guesses while trying to find the flaws in Xiao Qiang.

She was very difficult to deal with, which made Ling Yue very worried.

When Ling Yue attacked Yi Huan, she did have some affection for him. Occasionally, she would think of the past and always felt sorry for Yi Huan. At this time, she did not dare to use too much force, fearing that Yi Huan would be seriously injured. Even though Yi Huan's sword passed by her buttocks, Ling Yue was not angry, but felt a little fortunate.

Luckily, she is not a man. If a man stood here, I am afraid that everything would be cut off by Yi Huan.

Too cruel.

This is not the first time that Ling Yue knows that Yi Huan is a cruel person. She thinks of the scene of Yi Huan cutting bones, cutting flesh and bleeding, and she is restrained.

Yi Huan was also a person who broke through to the Jindan stage before. Although his cultivation has started from scratch, his consciousness is still in the range of the Jindan stage. He can use the spells he learned in the Paradise Palace to restrain Xiao Qiang and plant unmatched hints in his heart. But Xiao Qiang's physique is too strong. Even if she tries her best, she can't cause serious injuries to the other party. She can only keep deadlocked.

It dragged on for longer and longer. The two looked at each other and stopped.

This round was a draw, and Si Qingyan won a lot.

In the Jindan group, Si Qingyan bet on Ye Fufeng to win. Sang Li was playing against others in another round at this time, and Si Qingyan also bet on Sang Li to win. Because Sang Li's means were too despicable, he was called the self-destructing real person. Because she was handsome, even if she won by self-destructing a junk spiritual weapon, no disciples would condemn her. Male disciples inexplicably found her pleasing to the eye, and female disciples were even more obsessed with her, and even triggered a serial imitation phenomenon. Fortunately, there were not many cultivators as rich as Sang Li, so no serious consequences were caused.

Ye Fufeng's odds were very high at the beginning, but as he won more and more times, his odds gradually decreased, and he could not make much money. In the afternoon, Ye Fufeng played against Sang Li, and Si Qingyan was hesitating about who to bet on to win. In the end, she didn't bet on either side to avoid favoritism.

"Junior brother Lingtian, you can't beat me just by self-destructing a spiritual weapon."

"Oh." Sang Li smiled perfunctorily.

Ye Fufeng immediately felt that he was despised by his junior brother.

The next second, Sang Li waved his sleeves, and the air was full of densely packed broken spiritual weapons. These spiritual weapons could not be repaired, and the usable materials were unloaded, which was very cheap. Sang Li almost bought them in bulk, and he didn't worry about being in danger when they ran out.

"You..." Ye Fufeng felt a little scared.

"Brother, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now."

Sang Li didn't want to waste the spiritual weapon, nor did he want to blow Ye Fufeng half to death.

"Maybe it can be done at ordinary times, but not this time." Ye Fufeng looked serious, unsheathed his long sword, and pointed at Sang Li.

"Brother, thank you."

"Brother, I still have a hundred storage bags for spiritual weapons like this..."

Sang Li was not in a hurry. He found a place farther away, sat down, and began to pour out spiritual weapons. In the end, his whole body was full of broken spiritual weapons, as if he was sitting on a mountain of garbage.

"Brother, you should be careful."

Sang Li grabbed a broken gun and smashed it at Ye Fufeng.

Bang——

The broken gun suddenly exploded when it met Ye Fufeng's sword light.

Next, ten or twenty broken spiritual weapons rushed towards Ye Fufeng.

In front of outsiders, Ye Fufeng was like a lily and a jade tree, standing still, and his sword moved like a dragon.

In fact, he was frantically replenishing his spiritual power to prevent the sword energy from running out.

"I have fallen in love with the feeling of this spiritual weapon self-destructing."

Sang Li sighed and sat on the high garbage mountain, like a king.

Many onlookers were dumbfounded.

"The self-destructing real person must have a special method. If a spiritual weapon like this falls into our hands, the power of the explosion is not so great."

"It's really terrible. The power of this self-destruction is comparable to the self-destruction of a Jindan cultivator. How many spiritual weapons are there, thousands or tens of thousands? If they explode together, even a Yuanying cultivator will be killed."

Si Qingyan glanced at Sang Li and felt that it was a bit wasteful. He could dismantle this pile of broken spiritual weapons and refine them into more powerful explosive magic weapons, but exploding directly like this would save a lot of trouble. If he were to do it, he wouldn't even need these broken spiritual weapons. Last time he swallowed an explosive forbidden spell from the white horse, the jade vine retained the ability of the forbidden spell, and could be cut off and directly detonated. As long as the spiritual power is inexhaustible, it can continuously throw out the "Jade Vine Explosive Forbidden Spell", but it's a pity that he didn't encounter any enemies to experiment with.

"I won't admit defeat."

Ye Fufeng insisted on breaking through the defense line made up by Sang Li, but was blocked by fierce explosions every time.

"Take my nine-star chain." Sang Li threw out nine spiritual weapons at the same time, and they exploded in one place at the same time, and even the void collapsed with black cracks, which made the spectators' scalps numb.

"Too good."

"I want to learn it too."

"Another ten-star chain!"

Ten more spiritual weapons were thrown out, and they exploded with bangs.

The protective magic circle outside the station couldn't bear it and shattered with a bang. Everyone present was hit by a huge heat wave and hurriedly retreated.

The sound of broken glass came from the void.

Sang Li sat there as if nothing had happened, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his smooth and handsome face was flawless, and he smiled helplessly.

"Brother, you don't want this place to be blown up by me, do you?"

"Come here, I have a secret to tell you." Ye Fufeng was covered in dust, but still righteous.

"No, I don't want to listen." Sang Li laughed. You want to trick me with such a simple routine?

"It seems that I can't trick you, so I can only use a killing move." Ye Fufeng sighed lightly, cut his finger with the sword, and the whole sword was covered with a layer of blood from top to bottom.

"I have a sword that can bury the sun and the moon, split the sky, and reverse fate..."

As Ye Fufeng spoke, the sword in his hand began to vibrate and hum, and the sharp sword energy overflowed from the sword body. A powerful force from an unknown field was taking shape.

Everyone present retreated as far as they could, and there was a creepy feeling behind them.

"What is Ye Fufeng going to do?"

"This aura is so scary."

"Ling Tian, ​​why don't you just admit defeat first..."

Many disciples began to persuade Sang Li to back off.

From the beginning to now, Sang Li has not shown any real skills, relying only on a dazzling self-destructing spiritual weapon to fight the enemy. When he met Ye Fufeng at this time, he was not at an advantage.

Shen Lan saw that Si Qingyan was somewhat interested in this, and took the initiative to explain:

"The sword art that Fufeng practices is the most mysterious "Reincarnation Sword Art" in Taiyi Palace, looking for the past body in countless reincarnations and receiving power. It seems that he has practiced a stunning sword art in a parallel world."

"You have also read the Reincarnation Sword Art. Did you gain anything?" Shen Lan was very curious about what Si Qingyan's past life was like and whether he could borrow any abilities.

"No." Si Qingyan's soul has never died since he was born, so he has no past life, only this life. A person without a past life naturally cannot borrow power. Although the Reincarnation Sword Art is powerful, it is useless to him.

"The first life is better. I heard that some of the strongest people who dominate the universe all achieved amazing Dao fruit in their first life, which is eternal and indestructible. After reincarnation, the true spirit in the soul will be annihilated. Fufeng has a bad memory, some problems with his soul, and he is also stupid. I think it is because he has reincarnated too many times." Shen Lan has sold Ye Fufeng countless times in his words, and it is difficult to hide his regret.

If Ye Fufeng's soul is more complete, he will surely be better.

If he still can't get the Tao in this life, he may become a fool in the next life after reincarnation.

Now, Ye Fufeng holds the sword from the past life, and points it vaguely. The mountain of spiritual tools between him and Sang Li collapses instantly, and those broken spiritual tools are annihilated into ashes under the sword energy. I don't know what this sword energy is called, it is filled with a kind of sorrow greater than the death of the heart, an immortal breath, old and desperate, and extremely sharp. It was about to affect Sang Li——

Shen Lan was about to rescue Sang Li, but saw this mysterious disciple pull out a Tang sword from the back of his neck. The blade was narrow and straight, clear as snow, and blocked Ye Fufeng's sword energy with a light touch, then flicked the blade and said disapprovingly:

"Fancy."

This sword was blocked, Ye Fufeng lowered his head, his curly long hair fell behind his shoulders, the sword in his hand was sheathed, and there were spots of blood on his white clothes.

He tried his best, but still couldn't win, so he could only find another opportunity to meet Junior Sister Xiaoyu next time.

I didn't expect Junior Brother Lingtian to be so powerful. He had overstepped his authority before.

"Stop, who told you to leave?" Sang Li stood in front of Ye Fufeng with an arrogant attitude.

"I will compensate you for those spiritual weapons." Ye Fufeng felt a little guilty.

"I admit defeat, you win." Sang Li patted the dust on his butt and waved his hand.

"I still have a lot, these are just a drop in the bucket, I don't want you to pay."

After walking a distance, he added:

"Oh, by the way, I have collected all the broken spiritual weapons in dozens of nearby cities, don't even think about it."

"Thank you, Junior Brother."

Ye Fufeng looked at Sang Li with shining eyes, full of gratitude. Junior Brother Lingtian is his real brother in the future.

"Emm... I hope you will think so in the future." Sang Li smiled meaningfully.

Sang Li originally planned to win this game and have the best of both worlds, but he changed his mind when he noticed the sadness in Ye Fufeng's heart. He could also get the token by going directly to Ye Fufeng, as for the meeting, we'll talk about it later.

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