The days of cultivating immortals with the big brother

The middle-aged man looked at Yan Chu carefully, Yan Chu was only at the early stage of alchemy, so there was nothing to be afraid of.Even though he had used up a lot of energy just now in the competition with his previous opponent, he felt that it was more than enough to deal with this monk who was not in the early stage of alchemy.

He also admired the kid in front of him, who seemed to have successfully formed alchemy at such a young age.I saw him salute Yanchu, and he respected Yanchu.

Yan Chu also returned a salute, and then he opened his thin lips slightly, offering the Zihong Bright Frost Sword.However, he only sacrificed three Zihong Mingshuang swords, and it was not his intention to do so from the beginning.

It was just that when he was about to compete on stage, Gu Baijin whispered something, telling him not to sacrifice all eight Zihong Mingshuang swords.In this way, it can not only save a lot of spiritual power, but also prevent people from being targeted.

After all, although this set of Zihong Mingshuang Sword can only wield eight handles at the moment, in the eyes of others, it is already an extraordinary set of magic weapons, let alone a set with 64 handles.

Although purple ice wood can only be used by monks with ice-type spiritual roots, it is also extremely difficult to obtain.

Gu Baijin also let Yanchu retain some strength in order not to attract too much attention.There are quite a few alchemy cultivators watching the battle here in the Phoenix Palace. If others find out about their details, it will not do them any good.

When Yanchu sacrificed the Zihong Mingshuang Sword, many monks already recognized that this set of three-handled magic weapons was made of purple ice wood.

Although there are monsters and beasts here, it is very different from Dongyun Kingdom, but many things are still related, and there is not much difference.

"Purple Ice Wood?" Many monks in the audience were shocked, but they did not expect Yanchu to be an immortal cultivator with ice-type spiritual roots. The minor three strange spiritual roots are rarely seen among immortal cultivators. Roots are more advantageous.

One of the monks said with a sneer, "In this way, it's hard to say whether Fellow Daoist Zhao will win or lose with this young fellow Daoist."

It seems that this cultivator is not very willing to see that Fellow Daoist Zhao can win the so-called Blood Rainbow Flower.

This cultivator had obtained a blood rainbow flower just now, so he was happy to watch the battle here, to see who got the blood rainbow flower after all.

"Your Excellency, please enlighten me." The so-called monk surnamed Zhao, as soon as his voice fell, he sacrificed his own magic weapon just now.His talisman is a sledgehammer.

The whole body of this thing is glowing black, even reflecting light.This magic weapon is extremely powerful, but its speed is not fast.

Since the opponent's life cannot be harmed, the two contestants can only decide the outcome based on the quality of the magic weapon.Otherwise, the speed of the sledgehammer, if it is true, is not capable of withstanding the opponent's rapid offensive.

Just relying on this sledgehammer, cultivator surnamed Zhao, the talisman of life, cannot prevent others from endangering his life.

But that's why this monk surnamed Zhao can beat that monk just now.

The competition in the Phoenix Palace is all about the merits of monks' magic weapons, otherwise a single miss could very likely hurt the opponent's life.

In addition to comparing the pros and cons of magic weapons, they also compared the durability of both sides.If the spiritual power is exhausted first, naturally there is no remaining mana to drive the magic weapon. In this way, it is a defeat.

Therefore, when the monk surnamed Zhao found out that it was a monk in the early stage of alchemy, he felt that his chance of winning was not small.

But Yanchu offered a set of magic weapons made from three-handled purple ice wood, but it was a bit bottomless.If this Purple Ice Wood wasn't only available to people with ice-type spiritual roots, many people would covet Yanchu's talisman.

Without any hesitation, Yan Chu immediately lined up his Zihong Mingshuang Sword to resist the oncoming sledgehammer.When the sledgehammer collided with it, it made a crisp sound, which made the Zihong Mingshuang sword tremble a little.

Since it will be chosen as the talisman by the alchemy cultivator, of course it cannot be an ordinary magic weapon.Therefore, it is not an easy task for Zihong Mingshuang Sword to destroy it in a short time.

【Brother, don't fight hard, or you will only waste more mana. ] Gu Baijin transmitted the sound to Yanchu with a consonant heart, and did not intend to let Yanchu entangle with him for too long.

[This magic weapon is known for its power, but its speed is slow. If the three Zihong Mingshuang swords are used to attack from three directions, this magic weapon of the monk surnamed Zhao will not be able to help senior brother. 】Gu Baijin continued again.

After Yanchu heard it, he felt that what Gu Baijin said was indeed reasonable. This method could indeed consume the opponent's spiritual power, and the opponent's fight against the previous opponent had already consumed a lot of spiritual power, and there must be very little left.

After thinking about it, the Zihong Mingshuang swords that had originally formed an array suddenly spread out and divided into three parties. First, they attacked the sledgehammer in turn, as if testing the opponent's ability, and then launched an offensive together.

Because the competition can't hurt the monk's life, even if Yan Chu doesn't resist the opponent's magic weapon, it doesn't matter.

When the monk surnamed Zhao saw that he was being attacked from both sides, he didn't know which Zihong Mingshuang sword he should fight against.

He hesitated for a moment, and immediately poured spiritual power into the magic weapon, and the sledgehammer immediately emitted a black light. It looked like a bottomless black hole, trying to suck people into the abyss.

Yan Chu did not show any weakness, and poured spiritual power into the Zihong Mingshuang sword, and the Zihong Mingshuang sword suddenly turned into three three-foot-long little dragons glowing purple, staring at the black light in the middle of them.

The three little dragons immediately rushed towards the black light, and saw that the black light was big again, it seemed that they wanted to cover up the purple-red light on the three little dragons.

When the cultivator surnamed Zhao was confronting someone just now, Yan Chu had been watching the battle from the sidelines. Therefore, he knew that the black light would pollute the aura of the magic weapon. If the magic weapon was polluted by the black light and lost its aura, the magic weapon would become into waste.

Without hesitation at all, he merged the three little dragons into one, and the purple-red light surpassed the black light. In the light, a giant dragon soared out of the light, looking majestic.

He pinched the formula with his hands, the dragon let out a roar, and went towards Xuanguang at an extremely fast speed, saw the dragon passing through the middle of Xuanguang, and the Xuanguang gradually dissipated, revealing the black sledgehammer again.

"What?" The monk surnamed Zhao was obviously very surprised. Seeing that Yan Chu was about to launch the next round of offensive, he hurriedly shouted, "This fellow Taoist, please stop!"

As soon as Yanchu heard it, he immediately reacted, and took back his Zihong Mingshuang sword to his side, and was spinning beside him.

"This old man admits defeat, there is no need to continue the competition." The sudden surrender of the monk surnamed Zhao was beyond everyone's expectations. It was not clear who had the upper hand, but he admitted defeat.

But the monk surnamed Zhao knows that if this continues, his magic weapon will be destroyed sooner or later.His magic weapon has defeated many alchemy monks, if he wants to watch his natal magic weapon destroyed like this.

What's more, wouldn't it be a big loss if he sacrificed his natal magic weapon for this blood rainbow flower?Without the natal magic weapon, what is he talking about killing demons and taking pills?

"Acceptance." Yan Chuchao bowed to the monk surnamed Zhao.

The cultivator surnamed Zhao glanced at Yanchu's Zihong Bright Frost Sword again. This purple ice wood must be at least 2000 years old to have such ability.

He let out a long sigh, waved his sleeves and left regretfully.

I saw Yan Chu standing quietly on the stage, without saying a word, asking if there were still people on stage to challenge, but looking at the people below, as if in the secular world, the majesty of martial arts people guarding the ring.

Seeing this, Gu Baijin couldn't help but smile, and at the same time, he also paid attention to whether anyone was going to challenge on stage.