Mortal's journey to immortality

After Wang Lu watched the thrilling and fierce battle between the violent girl and Yan Ziyu, the fighting spirit in his heart couldn't help but be aroused. Why should we monks be afraid of a battle?

The second round of the competition is over, and the top 100 have appeared. This time Futang, in addition to Wang Lu, also has the unlucky Han Yu.

The four of them were chatting and laughing, and if Han Yu got a free draw again in the draw tomorrow, the four of them would give her their best talisman and seal skills.

Just when Wang Lu was about to practice, Liu Chun winked at him, and Wang Lu followed Liu Chun out of the rest room.

"Junior brother, you are so lucky. Sister Ya'er asked me to bring a message to junior brother." Liu Chun said with a smile.

"Senior Sister, please stop teasing me. Junior Sister Chen and I are inseparable from each other." Wang Lu replied.

Liu Chun's expression made Wang Lu dumbfounded.

"Sister Ya'er, let me remind you, be careful of Huang Yan." Liu Chun whispered to Wang Lu.

Wang Lu suddenly thought that he had basically never had any conflicts with him, but according to Chen Ya'er's attitude towards him, just be careful when meeting this person.

"Thank you, senior sister, for reminding me. I understand." Wang Lu cupped his fists and said.

"Okay, I won't disturb junior brother's retreat. Junior brother, you have to strive for success and show off your talents in Futang. Senior sister is very optimistic about you and sister Ya'er." Liu Chun covered his mouth and said with a smile.

Wang Lu was speechless when he heard Liu Chun's words.

On the third day, the competition was held as scheduled, with one hundred advancing to fifty. The spectators were waiting at the edge of the eight arenas early, and the crowd was excited.

Up to now, basically all of them are in the late stage of foundation building. Only Wang Lu is not in the late stage of foundation building. However, they are better because they have more talismans and seals, which also makes up for the gap in cultivation.

Everyone was excitedly speculating about the battle between 100 and 50, and most of them were talking about: Xu Kui, Chen Yaer, Huang Yan, Bao Nu, He Chan, Yan Yan, Yang Jie, Liu Chen, Zhang Yuqin... ., Wang Lu is rarely mentioned.

The lottery started and Wang Lu drew the number 40. He smiled secretly. Will it be the 41st next time?

At the end of the draw, only Zhang Yuqin and Han Yu were not drawn, which means that the lucky ones will emerge among them.

Everyone stared with bated breath. Zhang Yuqin, a woman as beautiful as jade, walked to the lottery place with a beautiful face. After groping for a while, she took out a jade lottery number 13 from the box.

Seeing Zhang Yuqin winning the lottery number 13, everyone erupted into roaring sounds. Han Yu showed an incredulous expression and covered his mouth tightly.

This time, everyone's mouths were blocked. She didn't even smoke, so how could she fake it?

The sect leader Liu An came forward in person this time to reward her with a Guiyuan Pill.

She took the Guiyuan Pill tremblingly, and everyone roared like crazy.

Bai Yifan, who was sitting on the second floor, burst out laughing when he saw this. He picked up a bottle of spiritual wine on the table and drank "Gulu", "Gulu" and "Gulu".

"The competition between one hundred and fifty has officially begun." Chen Zhu announced with a smile.

Sixteen monks stood on their respective fighting platforms.

In the C-shaped arena, Huang Yan looked at his opponent with a smile on his face. His opponent was Mengge's glamorous twin sisters Pan Wu and Pan Shuang.

Pan Shuang said: "Senior brother, please show mercy during the battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Wu released a fire feather fan, and when it went out, a fire eagle appeared, neighed, and flew towards Huang Yan.

Huang Yan took out a green spiritual sword and struck it down. A green sword shadow whizzed away, and the fire eagle was chopped into pieces in just a few breaths.

Suddenly there was a sound of piano music, and Pan Shuang took out a pipa and kept playing it with a pair of jade hands. The pitch was high and low, forming sound blades in the air and sweeping towards Huang Yan.

"It's interesting." Huang Yan smiled.

Huang Yan kept making secrets, and soon a huge yellow handprint condensed in the air, grabbing the sonic blade.

After Pan Wu and Pan Shuang exchanged glances, the two spiritual weapons were combined into one. The fire feather fan kept spinning in front of the pipa. Pan Wu joined in playing the pipa with both hands, and the music suddenly became excited and high-pitched. A fire eagle appeared, and the arena was quickly filled with fire eagles, which fiercely rushed towards Huang Yan.

Huang Yan's face straightened, and the cyan spirit sword floated across his chest. He kept pouring magic spells into the spirit sword, and the cyan spirit sword sank bit by bit, as if it was carrying a big mountain.

When the last spell penetrated the sword body, the green spirit sword suddenly bloomed with green light, and a large green mountain appeared. It lost its shadow after being flicked by the sword body.

One by one, the fire eagles exploded under the impact of the green mountains. After all the fire eagles were cleared, the Huangyan Spirit Sword pointed at Pan Shuang and the two of them, and the green mountains fell from the sky and pressed towards the two of them.

The two of them seemed to be weighed down by a huge force, their hair was disheveled, and they were unable to move their bodies.

Seeing the huge mountain pressing down on them, the two of them hurriedly admitted defeat.

Huang Yan seemed to be not relaxed either, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

At this time, exciting battles took place on every stage. The monks on both sides displayed their magic weapons one after another, and their magical powers continued to dazzle the monks watching the battle in the audience, who cheered continuously.

In the afternoon, at Shen Shi time, it was finally Wang Lu's turn to appear.

His opponent is Liu Hang, the number one master in the Liu family's foundation building period.

Liu Muyan on the second floor saw that Liu Hang's opponent was Wang Lu from Futang, and secretly glanced at Bai Yifan. Bai Yifan's nonchalant expression made her angry.

Bai Yifan is not optimistic that Wang Lu can win.

Liu Hang, who was around twenty-five years old, had an expressionless face and a calm expression. He was constantly observing Wang Lu, his opponent. He knew that he could not underestimate anyone, otherwise the outcome might be very tragic.

When Wang Lu saw Fang Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, he knew he had met a master.

"Senior Brother Liu is right. I'm Wang Lu. You must also know my methods. If you can survive my talisman attack, I will admit defeat." Wang Lu said.

"Junior Brother Wang, please." After saying that, he released a sparkling defensive weapon and at the same time took out an earthy yellow stick-shaped spiritual weapon.

Without saying anything, Wang Lu threw a hundred or so talismans at Liu Hang. The power of a hundred or so elementary and intermediate talismans had exceeded the limit of the foundation building stage.

I saw Liu Hang's expression moving slightly, and the earth-yellow spiritual stick in his hand kept dancing. One birth is two, two is birthing four, four is birthing eight, eight is birthing sixteen...In an instant, hundreds of stick shadows gathered together, and Wang Lu's talismans met in mid-air, and the stick shadows and talisman seals continued to dissipate.

Wang Lu smiled slightly, and more than a hundred talismans flew towards Liu Hang like arrows. Liu Hang's face turned slightly red, his hands danced wildly, and the stick shadows galloped towards the talismans in mid-air.

Wang Lu kept throwing talismans and seals, and in a short while, more than a thousand talismans and seals were consumed by him.

The two formed a stalemate, but Liu Hang's mana obviously dropped sharply. He didn't know how many talismans Wang Lu still had in his hand. If this continued, the only way for him would be failure.

As he muttered something in his mouth, his muscles suddenly bulged and veins popped up. His whole body grew a full circle, like a giant spiritual god. The spiritual stick in his hand also became thicker. It had exceeded the scope of the foundation building stage, and it was faintly visible. With the power of the golden elixir stage, the whole person looks majestic and intimidating.

He waved his spiritual stick, and the talismans and seals all over the sky exploded.

When Wang Lu saw this, more than 300 talismans rose into the air at the same time, instantly wrapping Liu Hang and spreading a power that far exceeded the foundation building stage.

Liu Hang laughed loudly, summoned all his magic power and shouted "Stop".

The talisman that was about to explode stopped instantly and turned into a useless talisman under the blow of the stick.

When Liu Hang's laughter stopped, five hundred talismans suddenly appeared around him.

"Ah..." A scream came out, but when it came out, the yellow spiritual stick broke through the siege of the talisman and struck at Wang Lu's head with lightning speed, sweeping across thousands of troops. Smash it.

"What!" Bai Yifan, who was paying attention to the battle situation on the second floor, saw the spirit stick suddenly appearing and was about to make a strong comeback. He shouted and rushed to the ring.

However, he was tightly suppressed by Yan Jiao beside him: "Brother Bai, don't worry, your disciple is safe and sound. The moment the French stick came, he teleported fifteen feet away and avoided the comeback blow. Your disciple The road to kingship is not easy."