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"Wang Lu, if your so-called certainty of victory is to let her take the shot, then there is no need to continue today's competition. We believe that we are definitely not your master's opponent at the Golden Core level."
After the defeat of the King of Beasts, the other Huashen Daoist had no interest in trying. Even Feng Yin, who is recognized as the number one god of state transformation in the group, once admitted frankly that it was impossible to defeat Wang Wu at the Jindan realm, let alone the others.
Wang Lu explained helplessly: "She's not in today's Jindan team list at all. Haven't any of you masters of transformation who have seen the list? She is a cheerleader, not a member of the heads-up team."
Hearing this, Huashen Daoist people hastily dug out the competition notice sent a few days ago, and sure enough, they saw the list of members of the Golden Core Group in the attachment, and Wang Wu's name was not in it.
"Since it's not Wang Wu's end, how can you be sure of winning?"
Wang Lu said: "For this reading, I will invite you to witness together with the fellow Taoists who are here today. I can only say that the program I prepared will never let you down."
After finishing speaking, Wang Lu turned sideways and faced the Jindan team members behind him: "Senior Wu Xu, please take action."
Out of the crowd, a skinny little old man came out. He was no more than five feet tall, wearing a gray-yellow robe, with a slightly stooped back to make him look even shorter. Bringing light, but dimming the surrounding light.
The old man's face was like a zombie, he turned his head slightly, and said bluntly to Wang Lu: "You and I are both Jindan, so you don't need to address me as senior."
As he spoke, Master Wu Xu walked slowly onto the martial arts arena.
His steps were slow and stiff, and every step made his body stagger and sway, and the lantern he held in his hand was even more erratic, perfectly interpreting what is dying... But after he walked on the stage, he snorted and said: "I still have very young"
There was a burst of laughter from the audience.
This real person from Wuxu was well-known in the world of cultivating immortals. When he was young, he had cultivated wind and thunder body training skills, and his physical body was tempered to an extremely tyrannical level. Obviously born in a tricky sect, the soul-calling lantern contains tens of thousands of spells and evil methods, but it is more brave and good at fighting than the sword cultivators who specialize in fighting. Although it is a golden core, there are many Nascent Soul real people's lives under it. It's a pity that after getting old, the side effects of Fenglei's physical training gradually appeared, and the burly body that was once as high as more than ten feet in the peak period continued to shrink, and could no longer bear the fierce battle.
However, even so, the soul-calling lantern in his hand and hundreds of years of fighting experience alone were enough to make him one of the top golden elixir at that time. The only ridiculous thing is that this old man just refuses to accept his old age, and always regards himself as a young man in his prime.
According to rumors, at the beginning of this competition of immortals, this little old man even went to sign up for the men's group of the beauty pageant.
After Wu Xu entered the stage, several Huashens had a secret chat with their Yuanshen through sound transmission.
Everyone is not willing to fight against this aged Jindan. Wu Xu is too old, even older than an old guy like Feng Yin... Even if his magic has reached its peak, it is definitely Jindan Daoist is a top-notch player, but even if he wins, he won't win by force.
After some discussion, no one volunteered, so Feng Yin sighed: "If that's the case, then I will..."
Before he finished speaking, a young man dressed as a scholar smiled and said: "Then I'll do it. If the head of Fengyin makes a move, what suspense is there in this competition? Then I will let down your sect." The chief has worked hard."
Feng Yin smiled wryly and did not answer. This person is Sanhe Scholar, the landlord of Wanjuanlou, a top-rank sect of the Ten Thousand Immortals League. Personality is also unpredictable. What he meant just now was that if he made a move by himself, Wang Lu would not be able to defeat the head of the Spirit Sword and go to the opposite sex to change disguises. Even if there were any means that could make the golden core win the transformation of the gods, it would be useless, and it would be a waste of time.
But his family knows his family affairs, Wang Lu's sense of belonging and loyalty to the Spirit Sword Sect is unquestionable, but it is also unquestionable that this guy will never be soft-hearted when he cheats his own people...
So Sanhe Scholar stepped forward, and Feng Yin was really relieved, because he could finally watch the development of the situation with peace of mind, and see how Wang Lu planned to bridge the huge gap between Jindan and Huashen.
After Sanhe Scholar came to the stage, his face was still filled with an excited smile: "Realist Wu Xu, I have admired you for a long time. Back then, your wind and thunder body training skills shocked Dongli, and your demeanor and demeanor are all unforgettable. Those old guys today Relying on our status and realm, let us two young people have a good fight."
Master Wu Xu's expression was originally tense, but when Sanhe Scholar mentioned the two young people, his face trembled.
Scholar Sanhe raised his eyebrows, and said: "Although I still have a lot to say to you, I can't keep so many audiences waiting, so let's go through it first."
As he said that, he lifted a bamboo tube and said solemnly, "Fellow Wuxu Taoist, please be careful, my name is Sanhe Scholar, and this is my first river."
After speaking, he opened the lid of the bamboo tube and poured out a stream of black ink onto the ground of the martial arts arena.
This bamboo tube looks small, but its capacity is quite astonishing, and soon the ink flowed on the ground into a small river. Taoist Wuxu watched from a distance, although his face didn't move, the lantern in his hand was stable and never shook again.
The opponent is the real Huashen, even if he is forcibly suppressed to the Jindan realm at this time, it is still an insurmountable peak. The seemingly unremarkable action must contain some murderous intent.
At the same time, people outside the arena are also paying attention to Sanhe's methods. This real Huashen has always been known for being weird. As the owner of Wanshulou, he has almost no record of making shots, so few people know his cards. Fortunately, now it seems that I can finally get a glimpse of it.
The ink in the bamboo tube is still flowing, far exceeding the apparent capacity, but the technology of Mustard Nasumi has long been popularized. Since this bamboo tube is the spiritual treasure of the Sanhe scholar, it is not unusual to have this function. It's just that the ink has been flowing for a long time, but there are no other tricks, which makes people confused.
Sanhe Scholar poured his ink for a while, and he was also curious: "Fellow Daoist Wu Xu, won't you stop me? If this continues, I will feel that I won't be able to win. I heard that you used to be like a thunderbolt, why are you so cautious now? Twilight is sinking."
Other words were fine, but Wu Xu was immediately enraged by the word "spirituality". He shook the lantern immediately, and thousands of ghosts and ghosts flew out roaringly.
Soon, even the sky became overcast and then dark. People talked a lot, but they never thought that the lanterns in Wuxu housed such a powerful ghost, which could cover the sky and make the sky change color.
It's just that Wu Xu was stunned, because although he summoned the strongest ghost, he hadn't had time to arrange the big black sky that could make the ghost show its strongest strength.
The next moment, the golden core of Wuxu Jade Mansion trembled violently, instinctively driving him to look up.
A pitch-black waterfall descends from the sky, like a river flowing from the sky, soaking everything. The thousands of ghosts and ghosts placed in the air were stained with ink, and immediately screamed and melted, mixed with the ink, and became a black mass.
Wu Xu himself reacted in time, propped up the same darkness with a lantern, hid himself in the black rainstorm, and tried his best to support himself.
The scholar of Sanhe really deserves his reputation. This ink-stained river has such power in the Jindan realm alone. It is almost comparable to Fairy Qionghua's Immortal Slaying Sword.
It's no wonder he said that victory is invincible. If he attacked with all his strength at the beginning of the battle and didn't let him open the bamboo tube, he wouldn't be able to have such a strong power all of a sudden...
Is it really because of getting older, so the character has become dull and cowardly? Will the invincible demeanor of his youth never come back
Thinking of this, the lantern in Daoist Wu Xu's hand shook again, and then he clearly felt that the surrounding space became a bit narrower, crumbling under the erosion of the ink-dyed river.
It seems that Jindan War Transformation God is still too reluctant, maybe there is a slight chance of winning if Wang Lu and Qionghua's most elite monks go all out, but he...
He is not young after all.
However, at this moment, the real Wu Xu, who was in the dark, suddenly heard a burst of singing.
A burst of impassioned, blood-boiling songs. And that singing voice was mysterious, it was clearly heard by the ear, but the image could not help appearing in front of the eyes.
This is a brilliant skill of resonating with the five senses, stirring people's hearts with sound, and projecting information on the other four senses
In front of Wu Xu, the girls who danced on the lava and flames just before the battle started dancing again. They danced around the martial arts arena, singing loudly, singing, cheering for themselves
Wu Xu was stunned for a while, then shook his head.
At this time, what's the use of cheering yourself up? The gap in strength is so large that it is no longer something that can be reversed by individual will.
However, after only a while, Wu Xu's gaze gradually blurred, and he was completely immersed in the figures of the girls, and the singing continued to permeate, soaking his long-dried Jade Mansion like a clear spring.
After a while, an inexplicable force began to rise. Wu Xu was surprised to find that the strength he thought he could never get back had started to slowly recover.
Is it because of the girls singing? Is it because of that flawless dance? Or is it because of the sexy and enchanting body? Or... it's just the expectant eyes they vaguely cast, which brought him back to that high-spirited, youthful era.
In a daze, he went back to the past, and the partner who once cherished each other was by his side. At that time, they were young and full of passion, sticking together all the time, exchanging each other's feelings in the most intimate way.
The sky, the earth, and their battlefields are everywhere. When he was young, the real Wu Xu indulged in debauchery and left his traces in many places. And now, as the singing gradually fades into the climax, he seems to be young again
In the lower abdomen, a group of full-strength flames blazingly burned, and the heat quickly spread to all parts of the body, moistening the dry ones and stretching out the shriveled ones, from which endless power was born.
"Hahaha girls, thank you for your performance, next, just watch mine" I640
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