Liu Wuxie had already spared his life, who would have thought that he would take advantage of the moment when Liu Wuxie withdrew his attack and take action.
The terrifying murderous intention transformed into a golden sword and enveloped Liu Wuxie's body.
It was already too late to react. Liu Wuxie was currently stuck in the middle area as his old strength had not gone away and new strength had not yet emerged.
The man in gold obviously took a fancy to this and first admitted defeat, then took advantage of Liu Wuxie's unpreparedness to carry out a fatal blow.
"You're like rubbish. Do you think you can kill me with a sneak attack?"
There was no movement on Liu Wuxie's face, and he didn't even use any moves. With one click of his right hand, a dark green Xuanyin Divine Needle shuttled through the space.
The man in gold's sword is faster, and Liu Wuxie's Xuanyin Divine Needle is even faster.
In a thousandth of an instant, the Xuanyin Divine Needle pierced the sword of the man in gold.
"Crack!"
The sword was torn into pieces, and a hole was pierced by the Xuanyin Divine Needle.
The Xuanyin Divine Needle did not stop, flying out from the opening and drilling directly into the right eye of the man in gold.
"ah!"
The man in golden clothes let out a painful scream. His defensive shield had no effect and was easily pierced by the Xuanyin Divine Needle.
A tearing pain came from the soul sea, and the Xuanyin Divine Needle entered his soul sea and pierced into his soul.
Liu Wuxie didn't even give him a chance to be reincarnated, and even his soul was destroyed.
The screams lasted for three breaths, and the man in gold completely fell to the ground and died, unable to die any longer.
This time, Liu Wuxie took advantage of the fact that the arena had not yet absorbed it, and used the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Cauldron in advance to swallow the man's body.
The power of the Eternal Divine Fist gradually disappeared, and Liu Wuxie's face returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
"I still have the Soul Sword left, but I don't know how effective it will be."
Liu Wuxie has fought four times in a row, and even the Peak Golden Fairyland is no match for him, and he has basically figured out his own combat effectiveness.
He has no plans to go to the elite disciple area for the time being. He is not afraid of encountering a low-level Daluo Jinxian. If he encounters a peak Daluo Jinxian, going there will mean death.
Moreover, since he is an outer disciple, it is already the limit for him to enter the inner disciple area, and he cannot enter the elite disciple area at all.
Many disciples gathered at Lian Shen Peak, and they gradually gathered together. After their investigation, Liu Wuxie was most likely in the Immortal Art Palace.
People were sent to check other areas, and there was no Liu Wuxie.
The special nature of the Immortal Arts Palace meant that they were unable to inspect it and could only stay outside.
After waiting for about a while, the space fluctuated, and another monk landed in front of Liu Wuxie.
Judging from his figure, the monk who fell behind was quite old and looked rather bloated.
There are some inner disciples in Baguio Palace who are already seventy or eighty years old. Although seventy or eighty years old are still very young in the immortal world, they are still stuck in the Golden Immortal Realm at this age, and there is basically no hope of breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal.
The man wears a mask with green fangs on his face, which seems to be intended to hide the fear in his heart, so he chooses a more ferocious-looking mask to create some psychological pressure on his opponent.
"Are you an outer disciple?"
Through the mask, Liu Wuxie could clearly see the man's eyes. Just as he guessed, the man's eyes were evasive and lacked that firmness.
Something must have happened to this person to cause him to become like this.
"yes!"
Liu Wuxie nodded.
"Can you let me win one game? As long as I win one game, I won't hurt you."
The man's tone was almost pleading, plus he only had the Golden Immortal
With a third level of cultivation, Liu Wuxie said these words out of nowhere, which puzzled Liu Wuxie.
It stands to reason that he is the third level of the Golden Immortal, while he is only the first level of the Immortal. His cultivation is completely crushing his own. Why do you say this?
"Can you tell me why?"
Liu Wuxie was not in a hurry to take action. His goal of practicing immortal arts had been achieved. Except for the Soul Sword, all other immortal arts were displayed.
The power of the soul sword is too strong. Once it is used, it will definitely kill the opponent. The man in front of him has no murderous intention and even behaves cowardly. How could Liu Wuxie kill him.
"well……"
The bloated man sighed heavily and took off the mask on his face. His face was covered with bruises, and there was a black circle around his right eye, the mark left by someone's punch.
He looks honest and honest, and doesn't look like a treacherous person.
"What happened to the injury on your face?"
Liu Wuxie didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and the other party had nothing to do with him. He just asked out of politeness.
"It's hard to describe in words. I can feel that you are a good person and exude a touch of righteousness. That's why I dare to tell you this. I hope you can help me."
Judging from his age, the man is already over seventy years old. He must have been a member of the Baguio Palace for some time, and he is still an inner disciple. He has probably been ridiculed by others over the years.
After Liu Wuxie refined Haoran's true energy, he benefited a lot. As a result, his body often overflowed with Haoran's righteous energy. When he stood next to him, he couldn't help but stand in awe.
Admitting defeat means that Liu Wuxie will give up training in the Immortal Arts Hall and leave here.
For now, Liu Wuxie has no intention of giving up, and there is no harm in trying harder.
"Sorry, I can't promise you."
Liu Wuxie shook his head and refused. He is not a saint, and he cannot care about the life and death of others. It is not that he is ruthless, this is the world of cultivation.
Hearing Liu Wuxie's answer, a look of pain flashed across the bloated man's face, and he had no choice but to keep wearing the mask.
After putting on the mask, the bloated man slowly drew out a long sword. Since Liu Wuxie refused to agree, he could only see the real chapter under his hand.
Liu Wuxie did not draw the blood-drinking knife, nor did he use the Eternal Divine Fist, nor did he use the Five Elements Grand Mudra, but stood there quietly.
"brush!"
The man stabbed Liu Wuxie with his sword very quickly.
In Liu Wuxie's eyes, the third level of the Golden Immortal was not even an ant.
Liu Wuxie's footsteps swayed, and Liu Wuxie gently avoided it, but the man's sword missed.
The bloated man did not lose heart, and stabbed Liu Wuxie in the side with his sword again.
Because of his bloated body, his speed is much lower than that of normal people. He appears to be at the third level of the Golden Immortal, but his combat power is only comparable to that of the first level of the Golden Immortal.
The sword was thrust out several times in succession, but Liu Wuxie easily avoided it, while the man was panting from exhaustion.
Liu Wuxie didn't want to get entangled with him anymore, so she punched the man on the left shoulder. The man's body flew out and landed lightly in the corner of the ring, without causing any pain.
"you lose!"
Liu Wuxie ended the battle.
The bloated man looked lonely, picked up the long sword that fell on the ground, and dragged his tired body towards the outside of the ring.
It wasn't until the man completely disappeared that Liu Wuxie relaxed his brows.
After the fifth battle, Liu Wuxie's interest had dropped and he had no interest in the next battle.
Ten more breaths passed before an eighth-level Golden Immortal appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.
After a fight, Liu Wuxie used the Five Elements Hand Seal to slap him away with one palm.
"I guess no one from the ninth level of the Golden Immortal came in."
Liu Wuxie waited for a long time. Most of them were at the sixth or seventh level of the Golden Immortal. They couldn't achieve the tempering effect, so they had to withdraw from the ring.
Return to the house, take off the mask, put it back in place, put on the clothes of an outer disciple, and walk out of the house.
After walking out of the Immortal Art Hall, it was just afternoon, and Liu Wuxie actually spent nearly a day in the Immortal Art Hall.
"I just said he was a loser. He was defeated before he could even have a cup of tea."
As soon as Liu Wuxie stepped out of the door, bursts of ridicule came from not far away.
In the blue area, many monks gathered. They formed a circle and seemed to be laughing at something.
"Bang bang bang!"
Bursts of intense punches and kicks came from the circle, and then a bloated figure was kicked away and fell directly outside the circle.
Liu Wuxie had a no-nonsense idea and was about to leave. He was not in the habit of watching the excitement.
A figure just hit Liu Wuxie, forcing him to take a step back.
"boom!"
Liu Wuxie took three steps back, and the flying figure hit him hard, kicking up a thick layer of dust.
Blood stained the ground red, and the man who fell down let out a painful cry, and several bones in his body were broken.
Relying on the third level of Golden Immortal Realm, he has rough skin and thick flesh. If it were any other Immortal Realm, he would have been beaten to death long ago.
The onlookers gathered one after another and surrounded the bloated man again, showing ugly faces.
"Huang Qitian, get out of the inner door quickly. Don't waste resources by staying here. Don't even look at how old you are."
All kinds of sarcastic sounds were like dense raindrops, hitting the man on the ground.
The bloated man sat up with difficulty, facing Liu Wuxie.
Seeing his face, a strange look flashed across Liu Wuxie's face. Wasn't this the man who made him admit defeat?
"Don't bully others too much. I have already promised you and activated the life and death mode."
Huang Qitian stood up with difficulty, covering his chest with his right hand. Three sections of his left rib were broken. The intense pain made the expression on his face distorted, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Have you defeated your opponent?" The man who just spoke sneered again: "We have made it very clear that as long as you can kill your opponent and come out with his head, we will definitely not bully you in the future."
After the man finished speaking, bursts of laughter could be heard from all around.
"Why bother talking nonsense to him? Leaving this kind of waste in the inner gate is not only a waste of resources, but also a waste of food. Since he refuses to get out of the inner gate, then we will throw him out so that he will not be an eyesore here."
The disciples around him pointed and said that they wanted to throw Huang Qitian out of the God Refining Peak.
Many disciples have been unable to break through to the first level of cultivation for decades, so they can only choose to leave and return to their families, or do some lowly jobs in Baguio Palace.
For example, Huang Qitian has not been able to break through in cultivation for fifty or sixty years and still remains in the inner sect, which is really rare.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone took action and planned to lift Huang Qitian up and throw him from the God Refining Peak.
Huang Qitian was beside Liu Wuxie. He did not know Liu Wuxie. When the two met, Liu Wuxie was wearing a mask.
Perhaps it was an instinctive reaction. Facing those demonic grabbers, Huang Qitian's body instinctively moved closer to Liu Wuxie.
"Where did the outer disciples come from? Get out of here quickly. Didn't you see that this is the area for the inner disciples?"
Liu Wuxie was dressed in the clothes of an outer disciple, which was very eye-catching.
After saying that, he grabbed Liu Wuxie's neck with one hand, intending to throw him and Huang Qitian out of here.