Liang Qiu's words made everyone in the audience raise their eyebrows.
This is the holy son of the Immortal Sect who came to the world! His cultivation is the genuine eighth level of the Mysterious Immortal. He has a solid foundation and a domineering bloodline inheritance. He has the capital to fight beyond the level. Even if he wants to compete, he still needs to find a Mysterious Immortal talent of the same level.
Yes, now I have a date with a little fairy.
"The eighth level of Xuanxian versus the sixth level of Immortal."
"Aren't you obviously bullying people?"
Jiang Yuling was very angry and rolled her eyes at Liangqiu.
"Ling'er." Jiang Yu softly scolded.
In the next episode, she used Yuanshen's voice transmission.
"He is the holy son of the Immortal Sect, so he must not be rude."
"The Holy Son must be reasonable!" Jiang Yuling cursed.
This look on her face made Liang Qiu even more furious.
For a little immortal, Jiang Yuling should be so rebellious and disgusting.
"My fellow Taoist has advanced cultivation, and I consider myself invincible." Zhao Yun bowed his hand in a ceremonial manner, turned around and left. It was not because he was scared, but because he didn't want to cause more trouble. He was new here, so he had to keep a low profile.
"You've already come, so why not take a few moves?"
Liangqiu smiled faintly, moved another step, and stopped Zhao Yun for the second time. He opened a folding paper fan gracefully and waved it gracefully, "I will not take advantage of you. I will lower my cultivation level to fight."
As he spoke, his whole body flashed with silver light.
When it was over, his cultivation level from the eighth level of Xuanxian was reduced to the sixth level of Immortal.
This wave of operations has attracted the admiration of many nymphomaniacs. He is indeed the saint son of the Immortal Sect who came to the world! He is indeed an upright gentleman. He is the eighth level of Xuanxian. He will not bully the little immortals. He is willing to lower himself to fight.
"If you're afraid, I won't force you."
Liangqiu said casually and stepped onto the stone platform. To be more precise, it was a stage. Normally, it would be a place for fairies to dance and have fun. This time, it was most suitable to be used as a battle stage.
"The Holy Son has condescended to be demoted. If you still refuse to fight, then you are showing no face."
Many people laughed, but they were just smiling. Moreover, when they were talking, they gathered together consciously. They stood in a very particular position, blocking Zhao Yun's way. The meaning was obvious: Today, you can't fight if you don't.
I have to fight, but I want to leave? No way.
The world where the strong is respected is such a reality. Even a fool can see that the Holy Son of the Immortal Sect is looking for some fun tonight, so how can he be disappointed? They all have to cooperate well.
It doesn't matter if it's forceful.
Just drive the ducks to the shelves.
I have to drive this little fairy to the battlefield.
Zhao Yun said nothing and turned around to go up to the fighting platform.
Just because he doesn't want to cause trouble doesn't mean he's afraid of it.
Although he didn't know why Liangqiu targeted him like this, since the other party wanted to fight, he didn't mind fighting.
"Before the sermon, there are some appetizers." Everyone present became energetic and gathered under the fighting platform. In their opinion, watching people fight was more interesting than listening to their seniors preach.
"Within five moves, that little immortal will be defeated."
"You think too highly of him. Three moves, no more."
"That's right. The Holy Son of the Immortal Sect has never been defeated at the same level."
Before the fight started, the crowd was noisy. Between the lines, the saint son of the Immortal Sect was praised highly. By the way, he also did not forget to ridicule Zhao Yun.
Regarding this, Zhao Yun's expression didn't change at all.
On the opposite side, Liang Qiu, the folding fan in his hand, was getting better and better. He enjoyed the feeling of being worshiped.
"You can add bonuses." Liangqiu looked at Zhao Yun with a smile.
"Whatever." Zhao Yun said lightly.
"If I win, just kneel down and kowtow to me." Liang Qiu smiled playfully.
"Then he won?" Before Zhao Yun could say anything, he heard the troublemaker shouting.
"If he wins, this thing belongs to him."
Liangqiu waved his hands, and a purple spirit bead flew out of his sleeve and hung in the air, bathed in starlight and shining with a dreamy halo.
"Oh my god! Hunyuanzhu?" Someone in the audience was surprised.
"What, this thing is very valuable?" The troublemaker looked around.
"It's very valuable." Someone put it in his hand and said, "Put it in Danhai or Zifu, it can refine your immortal power to the fullest, and it can warm and nourish your body for many years."
"The Holy Son who came to the world would gamble with this thing. How shameless."
"It's a sure-win game, it doesn't matter what he bets on."
"That's true."
There were many whispers below, and they were also very curious about the spirit bead.
Not only are they rare, but Mr. Zhao is also rare. Someone gives a treasure. How can it be so embarrassing?
"Defeat you in three moves."
Liangqiu's words were leisurely and full of force.
I saw him taking a wisp of silver energy and slashing it through the air into a sword energy.
"Something is right."
Zhao Yun said in his heart, the power of this sword energy is indeed terrifying enough. Regardless of whether he is downgraded or not, Liangqiu, the eighth-level Xuanxian, is definitely stronger than the Wushan old Taoist, who is the peak Xuanxian, and can be the holy son of the Immortal Sect.
, as expected, he is not an ordinary character.
Didn't think much about it.
He took one step forward and avoided the sword energy.
He ran into Liangqiu head-on. He was as fast as a ghost. His finger was like a sword, and he stabbed him between the eyebrows.
Zhao Yun turned sideways, easily dodged it, and grabbed Liangqiu's wrist. Using his waist and horse, he lifted Liangqiu up, and then he hit the fighting platform with a loud bang.
The hard battle platform suddenly shattered into pieces of rubble.
It was also a hard battle platform, and a large human-shaped pit was created when it was smashed.
Uh...!
Liangqiu let out a muffled groan. He was smiling so much just a moment ago, but this second, his whole body felt bad. Who knows where this little immortal got such strong strength? His muscles and bones were in severe pain when he fell.
"this....."
The onlookers were also stunned for a while, their eyes widening at the sight.
Did the Holy Son of Heaven get thrown? That little immortal didn't react slowly! He easily avoided Liang Qiu's finger and took the opportunity to throw him violently. Although the posture was not very beautiful, it looked very painful!
break!
Immortal power rolled inside Liangqiu's body and was injected into his arms, forcibly knocking Zhao Yun away.
And he, in one step, flew back and escaped. A silver light shot out from the center of his eyebrows. It was a silver mirror, which should be his natal magical weapon. It buzzed and trembled, and a bright light shone, extremely lethal.
Zhao Yun didn't even look at it, but he used the Immortal Killing Technique to knock over the silver mirror.
Liangqiu groaned again, feeling the backlash from his natal magic weapon, and stepped back step by step.
Before he could settle down, Zhao Yun stepped forward and pierced Changhong with his sword.
Liang Qiu's expression was awe-inspiring. The opponent was too fast and the power of the sword had already locked him in. There was no way he could avoid it.
Zheng!
The sound of the sword chanting was harsh, and Zhao Yun's sword came to him.
However, when the tip of the sword was only half an inch away from Liang Qiu's throat, he suddenly stopped and removed the power of the sword. This was enough. As long as the glasses were not blind, everyone could see that he had spared his hand in this attack, and the outcome was the outcome.
Already divided.
The whole place was deathly silent.
More than half of the people had their mouths slightly open.
In a battle of the same level, the Holy Son of the Immortal Sect unexpectedly lost.
No more, no less.
Exactly three rounds.
However, it was Liangqiu who lost.
"I really underestimated him."
Too many people's eyes turned to Zhao Yun.
This little six-level immortal is so well hidden!
"It turns out you are so good at fighting."
Jiang Yuling's beautiful eyes gleamed. She was really shocked when she saw Zhao Zilong take action for the first time.
The one with a more exciting expression than her is Jiang Yurou beside her. Her mouth is slightly open and she is in disbelief. As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, she knows how strong Liangqiu is.
He failed, and often jumped to challenges, and his record was brilliant.
now.
He faced a little immortal of the same level and was defeated so easily.
Back and forth, it’s only three rounds!
It was because of her blindness that the little immortal turned out to be a monster that defies heaven.
"As expected." The most stable one is the troublemaker. Zhao Zilong is not an ordinary immortal. The old Wushan Taoist at the peak of Xuanxian has been destroyed. How can Liangqiu be his opponent in a fight at the same level?
The most difficult thing to accept is Liangqiu.
How high his posture was before, how embarrassing he was now.
I'll defeat you in three moves.
This word still echoes in my ears.
In fact? He failed in three moves and was slapped in the face.
"You lost."
Zhao Yun said lightly, sheathed his sword and turned around.
As for the Hunyuan Pearl, he certainly didn't forget to collect it.
"Where to go."
Liangqiu became angry and chased after him.
Seeing the silver light suddenly appear in his sleeve, the cold sword light pierced the sky.
grass...!
The troublemaker yelled, "You're shameless, aren't you?"
Not only did he want to scold, people with good behavior also wanted to scold him. Not long ago, he thought Liangqiu was a humble gentleman? This time, it was so sanctimonious that the dignified saint could not afford to lose, such a sneak attack
, and also lost the face of the Immortal Sect.
Whoosh!
Zhao Yun's footwork was mysterious and he avoided the sword light.
Liang Qiu's eyes were blood red as he swept through a sea of immortals and swallowed them up. He was careless just now and was caught off guard by the other party. This time he will use all his strength. For him, the process is not important, what is important is the result, no matter what
, he had to win the battle on the battlefield.
boom!
Zhao Yun opened the body-protecting Tiangang and destroyed the Immortal Sea.
Liangqiu underestimated him, and he also underestimated Liangqiu. A majestic holy son of a sect, but he was so shameless, he lost even when he lost, and actually carried out a fucking sneak attack in front of everyone.
Destroy!
Liangqiu waved his arms, and a thunder dragon roared towards him.
Zhao Yun was stronger than him and blasted the Thunder Dragon to pieces with one punch.
"Suppress me."
Liangqiu clasped his hands together and quickly changed the seal formula.
But after hearing a buzzing sound, a majestic pagoda rose from the sky. The pagoda was illusory, but majestic, like Mount Tai pressing on top, and extremely devouring. Zhao Yun was instantly taken into the pagoda, and flames could be seen burning inside.
When lightning suddenly appears, it has the power to block and destroy.
"Lingtian Forbidden Law?" someone asked in surprise.
"Liangqiu was forced to panic." Many people lamented.
"The little immortal may have to kneel down." The elder present stroked his beard.
A slap in the face always comes at the right time. As soon as they finished speaking, they saw the pagoda shaking. Someone blasted a big hole from the inside out, and Zhao Yun jumped out like a dragon.
hiss!
All the spectators in the audience gasped.
Liangqiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and his domineering attitude leaked out. He was hit by a backlash, and was shocked back again. He was so shocked. What kind of freak is this kid? He can't even block the opponent with Lingtian's forbidden method.
"Daluo Tianshou."
Mr. Zhao ascended to the sky in one step and fell down with a flip of his hand.
The power of his palm was really strong. Liangqiu, who was still in a state of shock, was knocked to his knees by a palm. No matter how powerful Liangqiu's immortal power was, he could not hold up the overwhelming power of his palm. It was as if he was pressed under a mountain.
.........
There will be chapters later, so it will come later.