"The word "sex" has a knife on its head, you know?"
In the ring, the little tiger was fighting vigorously while training others proudly.
The little tiger has the upper hand completely. It is the king of its own clan. Regardless of its speed and physical strength, it attracts everyone's attention.
Especially the higher the level, the more Xiaohuzi's combat power is superior to those of the same level.
The middle-stage Jindan who wanted to be ordinary friends with An Qingli was already in a very embarrassed state, with his clothes torn and his body covered with injuries.
If the cost of striking up a conversation is so high, then he must have weighed it beforehand.
"Tsk, you are not enough!"
With a "bang", Xiao Huzi threw the man off the ring and roared, extremely bloody and arrogant: "Next one comes on!"
There are not so many impulsive people in the Golden Core Realm's fighting skills. Many of them are measured and confident before going into battle.
Because of Xiao Huzi's special identity and the crackling sound of thunder and lightning all over his body, he attracted many Qi-training and foundation-building disciples to look at him.
The little tiger advanced so quickly that I don’t know how many elixirs and spiritual stones the master’s apprentice had piled on it.
Many people are envious. Looking at Xiao Huzi's rapid advancement, one can see An Qingli's generosity.
Especially those monks who have fought against Xiao Huzi, many are still in the early or middle stages of foundation building, and some even feel that there is no hope of forming a pill in this life.
Everyone's qualifications are there.
When cultivation reaches the bottleneck stage, the spiritual power in the body seems to be saturated, and no amount of hard work will help.
Some of this bottleneck period can be broken naturally, some require opportunities, and some require understanding.
For some people, the bottleneck period is only temporary for decades or hundreds of years, but for some people, the bottleneck period lasts a lifetime.
Little Huzi, who has lived for forty years, has already surpassed most of the people present.
Some people even silently lamented that a human is worse than a tiger.
This tiger is following the right master.
A few days later, An Qingli Yufeng went to Baoqi Peak to find the master of Baoqi Peak and get his wood attribute magic sword.
The master of Baoqi Peak handed over a green magic sword, touched his shiny bald head, and asked An Qingli with a smile: "Are you satisfied?"
An Qingli took the magical sword with both hands, held the sword in his right hand, and waved it twice slightly. After feeling the magical sword personally, he nodded with satisfaction.
It is indeed a magic weapon forged by an eighth-level weapon refiner. As soon as I got hold of it, I felt like I was reunited with an old friend, and it was extremely convenient.
An Qingli readily paid the peak master's uncle the spiritual stones and elixirs, then thanked him and left.
The Master of Treasure Weapon Peak touched his bald head and was very happy. He liked such a good boy with a lot of money. It not only allowed him to refine magic weapons and help him improve his weapon refining skills, but also allowed him to earn a lot of extra spiritual stones.
It was because he had the foresight back then that he, as the master of the first peak, made a gentleman's agreement with this grandmaster-disciple who loved to be adventurous.
He helped her refine weapons and repair broken ones, and she paid him spiritual stones as a reward, which was very reasonable.
In the small mirror lake, An Qingli danced his sword into a sea of flowers, and the little red-haired fox sighed in admiration.
The sea of flowers formed by the wood attribute sword is actually more translucent and green than the sea of flowers formed by the red flame sword.
This little girl has reached the sword level in Tianyun Sect, and she really has some understanding.
After taking advantage of the new sword, An Qingli changed his appearance, took the sword and went to the sect's fighting ring.
The little tiger was injured and had a large piece of fur missing. He was fighting hard on the stage, and there were many young disciples watching, applauding and cheering for him.
An Qingli, an old man in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, did not attract much attention.
In another arena, a defender had won three games in a row. He was in full swing and was waiting for the next person to take the stage.
The defender is in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation.
Generally speaking, those who take the initiative to challenge are those in the early and middle stages of the Golden Elixir.
I rarely go to the later stages of Jindan. It would be disgraceful to win and embarrassing to lose.
An Qingli took the newly acquired magic sword and handed it over to the stage.
An Qingli named this green wooden magic sword after himself, calling it "Qingli Sword".
The whole body of the Qingli Sword is covered with a faint green light, and the blade is thin and narrow. When viewed from a distance, it looks like a green branch.
An Qingli held the green branch and stood proudly.
The man on the stage stared at An Qingli with his eyes like a hawk. He changed his previous victorious attitude and silently returned the gift to An Qingli.
Obviously, that person did not despise An Qingli because he was an old man in the Golden Core stage.
Ordinary golden elixir monks cannot use high-grade magic weapons as weapons against enemies.
Before the fight started on this stage, someone was keenly aware of the low pressure, so they turned their faces and looked towards the ring where An Qingli was.
A protective light shield was raised on the fighting platform, which was a transparent barrier to prevent the leakage of mana.
The guardian elder in the ring this time is a veteran in the late stage of Jindan.
In the later period, the old golden elixir warned as usual: "Just stop it and don't hurt anyone's life."
An Qingli and the man nodded at the same time, indicating their knowledge.
The guardian elder retreated to a corner. With many years of experience, he also knew that this was another inextricable fight between dragons and tigers.
"please."
"please."
The middle-level Jindan with eyes like a hawk looked at this unfamiliar fellow disciple and did not choose to take action first.
It seemed like he was deliberately waiting for An Qingli to make the first move.
This is a common test of patience in the ring. The person who strikes first is often considered to be unable to keep his composure and falls behind.
And this is often the case.
Some people even achieve final victory by relying on their arrogance before taking action.
But nothing is absolute.
An Qingli, who could already consider himself a swordsman, calmly swung the first sword first.
She didn't care about any arrogance or suppression, she only relied on the sword in her hand.
The first move is the first to gain the upper hand.
An Qingli took action very quickly, almost with just a slight twist of his wrist.
The green sword energy went straight away.
Ninety percent of the wood spirit root value, and then blessed by the best wood attribute magic weapon, was so fast and destructive that it shocked the guardian elders in the late golden elixir stage.
The guardian elder immediately cheered up.
The mid-stage Golden Elixir was also shocked. No wonder his opponent was still at the early stage of the Golden Elixir at this age and seemed to have spent a lot of energy on playing with the sword.
However, playing with swords in Tianyun Sect is too nondescript, and if you play until you are about to die, you may not be able to achieve anything great.
But these are just fleeting thoughts.
When the green sword energy approached, the mid-stage golden elixir managed to dodge.
After all, he is also the winner of three consecutive games, so he certainly has real abilities.
The golden elixir mid-stage man leaned forward to dodge, but also launched an attack on An Qingli.
Several white silk threads shot towards An Qingli.
The white silk thread was made from the tendons of a high-level monster. It was extremely tough and indestructible to water and fire.
The front ends of the silk threads are also decorated with long and pointed needles, which are difficult to spot and almost blend into the white silk threads.