Xiahou Yu, full of doubt, thoughts changed and suddenly recalled a passage that Su Xi had said to him. The so-called ranking of the new Immortal List is just the tip of the iceberg that the six sects of the Immortal Alliance are willing to let the world see. Each sect is full of elite disciples hidden in the snow, which can be regarded as a means of protection. What's more, the reason why many Jindan cultivators on the new list did not break through to the Nascent Soul was not that they had insufficient cultivation. They just wanted to stay in the realm of Jindan for a period of time to consolidate their cultivation. The more powerful the magic power, the more they were, after the elixir was born, they would accumulate a thousand miles a day, and their cultivation would become stronger every day.&1t;/p>

Feeling the momentum of many masters on the field, I was surprised to find that I was already at the bottom of the middle stage of the Golden Pill. Looking at the many monks who were eager to try under the arena, their eyes shining. How could I not know that everyone regarded themselves as a breakthrough to participate in the adventure of the Broken Immortal World.&1t;/p>

A figure of red robe took the lead and swirled in the air. She landed on the 84th arena where Xiahou Yu was, holding his fists and bowed.&1t;/p>

"Fellow Taoist invited me, I am here to ask for advice from the free cultivator Wang Boer."&1t;/p>

Xiahou Yu saw someone coming to the stage, and looked at him slightly and found that the aura of this person was not weak, and he looked like the late stage of the Jindan cultivation level.&1t;/p>

"Fellow Taoist please." The old voice seemed a little hoarse.&1t;/p>

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out the Seven-Star Sword, and the killing sword in his chest silently moved. The boundless evil aura suddenly enveloped the entire arena. Wang Boer, who had just stepped on the stage, only felt a strange aura pressing towards him. In an instant, illusions were full of Xiahou Yu lifted his sword and stood at the top of the mountain of blood. He looked down and saw that his feet were full of dry bones. He took a step back and seemed to have broken several bones. At this moment, a flesh-free arm suddenly stretched out from the ground and pulled his ankle. In shock, he quickly activated his magic power to keep his mind. The illusion in front of him gradually disappeared. However, after returning to reality, a fist as big as a sandbag was already close to the bridge of his nose.&1t;/p>

Instinctively wanted to avoid sideways, but the fist that was close to him had changed from direct strike to sweeping, and followed his nose and hit him hard.&1t;/p>

The sound of bone shattering was so real. Wang Boer felt dizzy and was knocked down to the ground. He covered his nose and was about to turn over and fight back, but he felt a sharp pain on his waist. Then the scenery around the ring retreated. In the blink of an eye, he felt an empty back, as if he felt weightlessness. With a bang, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. When he sat up and reacted, he found that he was under the ring, with confusion on his face covering his bleeding nose, and only heard the referee of the God Transformation Stage beside him shouting.&1t;/p>

"The No. 84th arena commanded to successfully defend the main, and Wang Boer failed to challenge!" Wang Boer, as a late-stage Jindan cultivator, is quite famous among the casual cultivators. He originally planned to show off the limelight on this ring, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated so tragically. He felt that he had not taken out his skills yet, so he was inexplicably beaten off the ring. Looking back at the dusk Xiahou Yu, although the other party was breathing heavily, he seemed to have not even moved his body. He couldn't help but feel extremely aggrieved. He instantly believed that the other party had used some despicable trick to defeat him. He was angry for a moment and was about to curse, but he heard the sound of cheering around him.&1t;/p>

"Did you see it? There is definitely something wrong with the 84th arena. At least a late-stage Jindan monk stood still, and let someone break his nose and kick him off the stage. What kind of battle is this called?"&1t;/p>

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"My fellow Taoist said it right. The actors sent by the Wanjian Sect are so bad. The foundation-building monks have to shine their magic weapons in battle. With one punch and one kick, the late Jindan monk was kicked off the stage with a turtle punch. This is the rhythm of treating us as monkeys."&1t;/p>

"Forget it, whisper, there are two powerful people in the Wanjian Sect. If you don't agree, you can go. This old guy might be the junior of a scattered immortal, otherwise how could you invite a late-stage cultivator in the Golden Pill stage to be a hijack. Anyway, the rules are here, and it will be fine if you survive three games a day. I originally thought that this old guy was a breakthrough, but now it seems that this water is so messy, so we don't dare to go there."&1t;/p>

Wang Boer listened to the whispers around him, and wanted to drip blood with shame. Did he know the best? Somehow he was eroded by the illusion and his spiritual sense was stunned for a while, and then he was punched and kicked off the stage. After all, he was too underestimated by the enemy. The old boy on the stage was weird and in shame, he gritted his teeth and secretly swearing that he must find the place to prove that he was not a stake. He couldn't stand the rumors around him, so he squeezed into the crowd and left quickly.&1t;/p>

Many rumors naturally could not escape Xiahou Yu's ears, but this was also his purpose. He looked breathless and pretended. He was a soldier, and he could not show it. He could not use it and not use it. Xiahou Yu didn't want to waste too much effort on his hands and feet. If everyone misunderstood, he was naturally just right, and his expression looked weak.&1t;/p>

As for the nine scattered immortals on the palace walls, after seeing Xiahou Yu defeating his opponent simply and clearly, they were also surprised. It turned out that the killing sword in Changkong appeared again. But what was even more surprising was that they knew that although Xiahou Yu looked old, he was only thirty years old. The three-foot green breeze in his hand contained such a huge evil spirit, which could already affect the minds of cultivators of the same level. It was unimaginable how many lives the other party had killed under his hands.&1t;/p>

As for the many people who were eating melons on the field, a disciple of Wanjian Sect who claimed to be a famous and upright sect, heard all kinds of slandering his sect on the field, and he couldn't help but feel angry. He jumped from the stands of the six sects to the arena where Xiahou Yu was, and he clasped his fists and spoke with a little resentment.&1t;/p>

"Huang Fei of Wanjian Sect, I'm here to ask the Lord for advice."&1t;/p>

Xiahou Yu was slightly stunned, and saw the visitor wearing snow-white clothes, carrying a long sword, looking like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was only at the beginning of the Golden Pill cultivation level.&1t;/p>

"You want to challenge me?"&1t;/p>

"Why is it not possible?" Huang Fei spoke in discontent.&1t;/p>

"It's nothing, but it's really rude to come to the stage. I am the personal disciple of the Supreme Elder of Wanjian Sect. But you kid don't know how many generations of disciples you have. When you see me, you are not big or small, is this to let the cultivators in the world see my Wanjian Sect's joke?" Xiahou Yu spoke up a lesson in the person in front of him.&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!