Fantasy: Life Simulator, Ten Years To Immortal Emperor

The second person to end up was a young female cultivator from the Akasaka Sect.

A green spirit sword slashed out of the sky, and it continued to attack, unstoppable. It was obviously a cultivator of Golden Spiritual Roots, fighting with Mu Chengyi.

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Two hours later.

Most of the disciples had already finished the competition. At this time, standing on the stage was a disciple of Ling Yunzong named Liao Wen. He had defended the ring five times without defeat, and his strength was so strong that many people who had not yet appeared on the stage were discouraged. .

Zhou Elder looked at a man in a brocade robe on the right, and the surge of spiritual thoughts seemed to be transmitting something.

The brocade-robed man's face was calm, and there was no movement in his eyes. After a few breaths, he stood up abruptly!

With a flash of his figure, he landed lightly on the ring, and said lightly: "Ziyang Zong, Yang Xiong!"

"..."

"Yang Xiong?"

"I've heard of this name before, disciple of Ziyang Zong Tianfeng, number one in the list!"

"No. 1 in the inner list, that is the strongest in the Inner Sect, this is a good show to watch!!"

Many people cheered up and looked at the ring with full concentration.

That disciple of Ling Yunzong also had a dignified face, as if facing a formidable enemy!

"You have defended the ring five times, and your Spiritual Qi has been exhausted, so you are not my opponent." Yang Xiong's tone was calm, and there was strong confidence in his words.

"Hmph, you'll only know if you've fought it before!" Ling Yunzong and Liao Wen snorted coldly, not talking nonsense, the Spiritual Qi on his body surged instantly, and he pinched an obscure formula in his hand.

In an instant, a pitch-black mountain appeared in the sky, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, with dark clouds covering the sun.

"fall!"

Liao Wen's five fingers bent into claws, and he let out a loud shout.

The pitch-black mountain slammed down towards Yang Xiong!!

When the strong wind hit, Yang Xiong remained calm, and stepped into the sky step by step, a dark pattern spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and spear thrust towards the mountain.

The gun is like a dragon, and the sharp tip of the gun bursts out with a fierce Spiritual Qi!

"boom!"

The huge sound shook the world, the mountain was exploded by a spear thrust, Yang Xiong's figure sprang out from the chaotic rocks, and the spear's light shone like cold stars, pointing directly at Liao Wen like a dragon going out to sea.

Liao Wen's face changed drastically, he slapped the storage bag in his hand, and activated Spiritual Qi with all his strength, a transparent light curtain instantly appeared in front of him!

"Defensive spirit treasure." Yang Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly without hesitation.

Turning around in the air, the spear was raised high like a mountain axe, as if it weighed ten thousand weights, a blue light splashed on it, and it slammed down towards the transparent light curtain!

"boom."

The terrifying force directly spurted blood from Liao Wenzhen's mouth, and his face was extremely pale. In his panicked eyes, the white light curtain spread like a spider web.

"Break it for me!" Yang Xiong shouted coldly, and vigorously activated Spirit Power a little more!

The spear slammed down like a broken bamboo.

"laugh."

"laugh."

The white light curtain was shattered inch by inch, and the jade pendant in Liao Wen's hand suddenly became dim.

Then a spear stood on his neck, exuding an astonishing chill, Yang Xiong said: "You lost."

Liao Wen's face was gray and defeated, he clenched his fists unwillingly, turned and left.

"Huh, Yang Xiong's strength is really extraordinary!!"

"It can smash the defensive spirit treasure with one shot!"

"As expected of a disciple of Tianfeng."

The onlookers couldn't help but secretly marvel.

The eyes of many disciples on the high platform in the south were full of joy, after all, the senior brother of his own Sect won the first prize, and his face was somewhat radiant!

"Yang Xiong from Tianfeng is actually a body cultivator."

"Looking at the strength, it is almost as strong as my two pills."

Ning Ze lowered his eyes, made a brief analysis, and then stretched out of boredom.

It looks like no one is going to play, is it my turn?

At this moment, a figure suddenly fell from Ling Xiaozong's high platform, it was a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old.

His eyes were squinting, his expression was aloof and arrogant, and the aura emanating from his body was extremely domineering.

Yang Xiong's gaze was fixed, and a serious look suddenly appeared.

He could clearly feel that this person's strength was extremely strong, and the oppressive sense of light and light breath could stagnate the Spiritual Qi in his body.

At this time, Elder Xu of Ling Xiaozong stood up suddenly and said loudly: "Zhou Qian, this should be the last duel, why don't our two sects add some glory?"

"Lottery?" Zhou Elder frowned slightly, and said with a sneer, "What are you betting on?"

"Just bet on a fourth rank spirit vein!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Lingmai!

What is Lingmai? It is the foundation of a Sect, it is the lifeline!

Now a competition among Gold Core Realm disciples is to bet on the spiritual veins!

What a gamble!

Zhou Elder's pupils shrank when he heard the words, and he quickly reacted, and said with a sneer: "Xu Tian, ​​you think highly of yourself, don't you, you are only a Divine Transformation, and you are also qualified to bet against the Sect veins?"

Xu Tian seemed to have expected him to say this a long time ago, and with a flick of his fingers, a quaint array appeared in his hand.

"This is the array disk of my sect's fourth rank spirit vein, if you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

Zhou Elder's expression sank when he heard this, showing a look of hesitation.

Xu Tian was able to present the array in front of Liangzong and Tianshui Kingdom, there must be no fake, after all, Sect is all about face.

He looked at the young man who had just entered the field in front of him, his breath was strong and his strength was unpredictable, so he must have nothing to fear.

If it is a gamble, Yang Xiong will lose in all likelihood and lose a fourth rank spirit vein in vain. The rank spirit vein is undoubtedly making things worse.

If you don't gamble, this matter of Ziyang sect may become a laughingstock, and with the news of Tianshui's defection, the surrounding countries will definitely have dissatisfaction and stop worshiping.

Akasaka Sect is good at calculating!

For a while, Zhou Qian was caught in a dilemma!

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