Lu Fengxian's demeanor in the arena amazed all the cultivators around. I don't know how many people frowned. They never expected that this outcast of the Lu family who jumped out of nowhere would have such abilities. , Winning the nine masters in the dojo of all masters in a row, including the god son of the Meng family, perhaps from the perspective of real cultivation, he is not too difficult, but that day's supernatural power and resentment-filled style of play is really true. It's a headache, for a while, I can't think of how to deal with this kind of weirdo...
Seeing him make a big fuss in the Yaochi Martial Arts Competition and defeating nine people in a row, I was already full of anger, and when he finally took out the wine bottle to pay homage to someone, it made all the cultivators in Shenzhou furious, even In their hearts, there is still a little doubt...
Why doesn't everyone forget that little devil
No matter what, it's just a dead person...
Those old friends and survivors of his never forget him, why did even an old enemy come here to make such a mess
Amidst the doubts, the anger in his heart undoubtedly deepened.
The Patriarch of the Yuan Family, Yuan Lingxiao, frowned, unwilling to wait any longer, and called out in a low voice, "Fu Su!"
"I don't understand!"
Hearing this, Mr. Fusu opened his eyes, nodded slightly, with his sleeves fluttering, and walked towards the ring in the air.
"Master Fusu is about to make a move!"
I don't know who has sharp eyes, the first one to see Mr. Fusu standing up, was startled and delighted at first, and opened his mouth to yell.
Swish Swish Swish Swish Swish!
In an instant, among the surrounding peaks, countless eyes looked at him, their eyes were in awe, as if they were looking at a god.
fairy baby!
After the ancient times, tens of thousands of years ago, the first fairy baby appeared in the practice world!
The Immortal Infant Cultivator, who has truly surpassed the past and represents the golden age of the practice world, is finally about to make a move at this time.
Some people are full of anticipation, some people are very excited!
At this time, even the ancient family who were somewhat dissatisfied with the Yuan family's dominance also sighed slightly, as if they had given up on something.
"The Dojo of the Masters, accepting the talents of the world, represents all kinds of inheritance in the world, thousands of avenues, maybe the strength is high or low, but under the teaching of the sage, at least they understand where their own way is, and maybe some people are now powerful. It's not obvious, but in the future, once the state reaches 10%, it will definitely be able to soar into the sky. This fellow Taoist, just relying on some brute force, won a few rounds by chance, and then let out wild words, not paying attention to the Taoist dojo, It's really ridiculous, anyway, since you want to fight, then let Yuan Mou fight with you... "
While talking softly, Mr. Fusu slowly landed on the ring with his sleeves fluttering.
The surroundings were instantly quiet, and there were countless people with eager eyes, wanting to wait and see Mr. Fusu subdue this rampant wild cultivator!
At this time, Lu Fengxian poured the wine on the ground, threw the wine bottle away, and shook his head with a very lonely expression.
"bring it on… "
Mr. Fusu raised one hand slowly, with a very relaxed expression, but the aura naturally radiated out. When one hand was raised, the fairy wind around him rose out of thin air, turning into flowing clouds and strange beasts. , Cranes, and strange flowers gather and disperse around him, just like the rules of the avenue. Invisibly, the aura gathers, and even the monks who are not inferior to the Nascent Soul Mahayana, make people subconsciously awe.
"hehe… "
At this time, Lu Fengxian seemed to have just noticed Mr. Fusu, frowned slightly, and looked at him a few times.
But in the end, he still didn't raise Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, but shook his head and said, "I won't fight with you..."
"What?"
Mr. Fusu's momentum stagnated, and he subconsciously asked.
Lu Fengxian squinted his eyes to look at him, moved his right palm a few times slowly, and seemed to recall the hatred of the severed palm again, but this hatred did not make him attack Mr. Fusu, but his eyes were full of It was ridicule, with a hint of sarcasm, looked at Fusu a few times, and then said quietly: "Lu Mou came here to prove the battle of the same realm, what kind of Taoist dojo, what saint's disciple, maybe the strength is not enough. Vulgar, but even if Lu Mou is abandoned by the world, like a wild dog, he will never lose to anyone in a battle of the same generation, and you, hehe, just relying on your fairy baby to challenge me, in the eyes of Lu Mou You are no longer a hero, heh, if you want to fight, just wait, when Lu Mou breaks through the Nascent Soul realm, he will naturally come to fight with you, but now, why should I let you take advantage of this?"
"you… "
Master Fusu's eyes turned cold, his anger rose, and he saw contempt in Lu Fengxian's eyes.
However, Lu Fengxian didn't finish his words, and he still said in a calm manner: "Also, looking at you, you seem to be very proud of your fairy baby, but it is clear that you formed a fairy baby with the help of external force. I don’t know where you are so proud! There is actually one person in the Yuan family that I value, but it’s a pity that he became a victim of your compromise. Alas, it’s a pity, it’s a pity, a person like him should be with Lu A fair fight, and then died under our Fang Tianhua halberd, but now...the Yuan family has no heroes, and there is no arrogance in the world!"
That's all, he carried Fang Tian's painted halberd on his back, and walked slowly towards the bottom of the ring, without even looking back.
When Mr. Fusu heard this, his eyebrows were raised upright, and he was furious. Looking at Lu Fengxian's back, he wished to catch him back and suppress him by force, but when he thought of so many people watching him, he still suppressed him He lost his anger and didn't make a move!
The surrounding cultivators also fell silent, feeling extremely weird!
I thought there would be a fight between dragons and tigers, but I didn't expect that Lu Fengxian would go straight away instead of fighting Fusu!
Moreover, Lu Fengxian has fought nine people in a row, and no one can force him to fight if he wants to leave.
Even what he said caused a lot of people to scream...
... That's right, you, a monk from the Nascent Soul Realm, come here to join us. We are performing martial arts here at the Golden Core Realm. It's not because Fuyao Palace takes care of you, so there is such a rule of "limited lifespan to the top three". Tradition, you are not qualified to play at all, if you really want to compete, then you have the guts to wait a few years, after we become Nascent Soul, we may not necessarily lose to you...
But Fusu appeared on the field with an invincible momentum, but suddenly lost his opponent, and also felt empty with a punch. He felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his majesty had been cut by someone. He stood on the field for a long time. He didn't go back to the stage, but calmed down, stood with his hands behind his back, slowly looked around the stage, glanced at all the cultivators, and asked lightly: "Is there anyone willing to fight Yuan Mou?"
The surroundings are quiet, no one speaks!
Who would want to fight with you? Is it a shame to lose to you in front of so many people
No one came to the stage for a long time, which also made the feeling of emptiness in Mr. Fusu's heart even heavier. He kept his eyes quiet for a while, and opened them after a long while. His eyes were bright purple, and he looked towards the mountain peak where Daxue Mountain Dao Lineage is located. : "Is there anyone willing to fight Yuan Mou?"
The place where Daxue Mountain Dao Lineage is located, no one answered for a long time, Da Jinwu and others all had weird eyes, after a while, Da Jinwu shouted loudly: "I am willing to fight with you..." As soon as the words came out, the help There was a look of joy in Mr. Su's eyes, but before he could say anything, the Great Golden Crow had already shouted again: "...after the Great Golden Lord has formed a Nascent Soul, hahahaha, man, I don't have elders to help me form a baby." Immortal baby, you have to rely on yourself to cultivate, the speed is slow, there is no way, let you go crazy for two days first... "
"Ha ha… "
There was a person next to him laughing and pounding on the table, but it was the little ghost Wang Liying.
Li Hongyi slapped the back of his head with a slap, and said admonishingly, "Restrain yourself..."
Li Ying hurriedly closed her mouth, and looked at her sister with resentful eyes: "Can I show my disdain?"
Li Hongyi said indifferently: "No need, practice hard, the responsibility for destroying the Meng family in the future will be yours, so why bother fighting for a moment now? Hehe, the Taoist system of Shenzhou underestimates us, and only thinks that we are angry for a while. After seeing such a baby fairy come out, he wanted to take this opportunity to suppress us and thwart our obsession with revenge, but he never thought that revenge is revenge. What kind of problem can a ring solve? Do you really think that we are just children playing house?"
The sneering gaze from the Daxue Mountain side made Mr. Fusu even more unhappy. He suppressed the hatred, and the purple meaning in his eyes was even stronger. He looked towards the direction of the masters in the Little Immortal Realm, and asked lightly. : "Is there anyone willing to fight Yuan Mou?"
In the middle of one side of the monks in the Little Immortal Realm, sat a skinny young man with blond hair, and there were traces of lightning twining in the depths of his pupils. , but showed a stern smile, and said in a low voice: "Human fairy baby? Hehe, I would like to try it out. Can this fairy baby have the power of my god blood?"
Beside him, an old man had a serious look on his face, and hurriedly advised in a low voice: "God, don't be impulsive..."
"Okay, okay!"
The young man waved his hand lazily, and said, "That is to say, I won't do anything here, anyway, sooner or later there will be a chance!"
As for Mr. Fusu, he didn't see anyone answering in the Little Immortal Realm, so he frowned even tighter, and turned his head to look at the Pure Land cultivators in another direction, with some impatience already in his voice: " Fellow Daoists, is there anyone willing to fight Yuan Mou?"
The Pure Land side was extremely quiet, and no one answered.
Asked three times in a row, but no one answered, the power of the fairy baby seems to have frightened all cultivators.
In the woods on the mountainside, someone had teased and asked the fortune-teller old man, "You're always telling the truth, but what about this man's fate?"
The old fortune-teller waved his hands, and said disdainfully, "What is there to do with a tragic death?"
All the cultivators around sneered, and said with a smile: "Is this old man crazy?"