"Ah, I don't have one either..." Junior Brother Chen shook his head, thinking that I still have a few of them waiting for a trial, what should I do if I borrow them from you?
Gao Xiaozhong curled his lips and continued to shout: "Whoever has one, borrow one and get two in return! Don't miss such a good opportunity!"
Not to mention that he actually borrowed some, Gao Xiaozhong burst out laughing. At the last count, he actually borrowed five various defensive talismans.
The middle-aged foundation-building monk shook his head and reminded helplessly: "It's almost quarter of an hour, are you still on the field?"
"Up, up, up!" Gao Xiaozhong put away the talisman and quickly flew onto the stage.
Liu Qinghuan watched the opponent flash various spiritual light shields, and then summoned a shining silver shield to protect his whole body. Gao Xiaozhong laughed wildly and said: "Hahaha, come on! I don't believe you can break my defense like this!"
Liu Qinghuan looked at him like an idiot and stood still.
Gao Xiaozhong was stunned for a moment, what do you mean? Okay, it's better if I strike first! I'll chop you ten or eight times first, I don't believe I can't knock you out of office.
He raised his hand and summoned a spiritual sword, which floated crookedly in the air, obviously not being controlled smoothly.
Gao Xiaozhong was taken aback, and then he remembered that he had taken too many defensive measures. In addition to the one-time activation of the defensive talisman that he did not need to maintain, he also had a spiritual light pendant, a shield, and a spiritual power shield that he had to maintain at all times.
, now with the addition of a sword, the spiritual consciousness becomes quite difficult.
Not everyone has Liu Qinghuan's perverted ability to manipulate consciousness.
He thought for a while and turned off the Spiritual Light Pendant first. Feeling that it was not safe, he took two more defensive talismans. Then he controlled the Spiritual Sword to slash at Liu Qinghuan.
However, Liu Qinghuan only released the Leng Yue Ice Sword, entangled his sword, and made no other moves.
The middle-aged foundation-building monk nodded slightly. The defensive talisman had a time limit. He knew that the opponent did not have too many, so there was no need to waste his spiritual power on attacking hard. This disciple named Liu Qinghuan had a clear judgment on the situation.
Sure enough, after a while, the defensive talismans on Gao Xiaozhong's body flashed out one after another.
When Gao Xiaozhong walked off the stage in frustration, the disciples from whom he borrowed the talisman gathered around him: "Although you lost, you still have to pay back my talisman if you borrowed it."
Gao Xiaozhong is in trouble! Why didn't he think of the fact that the defense charm has a validity period? Grandma! Not only did he not win, but he also owed a huge debt. He really lost his wife and lost his army!
He was still unwilling to give in and suddenly shouted: "He doesn't have much spiritual power anymore! The next one will come soon!"
A male cultivator who was about to fly onto the stage flashed his eyes when he heard this, and there was a sudden realization in his eyes: Yes! He was almost deceived by Liu Qinghuan's calm and gentle expression! This is his seventh game, don't do it.
He said that he was only at the eighth level of Qi training. Even for disciples at the ninth level of Qi training, many of them would have lost most of their spiritual power by this time!
The male cultivator who was originally very worried suddenly felt confident!
He stood up on stage with his chest raised majestically, and then came off the stage half a quarter of an hour in tears. When he was about to leave the stage, he shouted bitterly: "This kid doesn't have much spiritual power left! Whoever knocks him off the stage, I will ask him."
Drink the spiritual wine!"
It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan won the ninth game again, and he didn't look like he was exhausted at all. This couldn't help but arouse heated discussion among everyone.
"What's going on? Isn't he just at the eighth level of qi training? Why is his spiritual power so deep?" Some people were very puzzled.
"I think he must be faking it!" Some people didn't believe it: "His spiritual power must have bottomed out now! You see, he even has to seize this little time to meditate to restore his spiritual power."
Liu Qinghuan didn't hear the heated discussion in the audience at all. Because every previous game ended neatly, he only had one-third of his spiritual power left.
The competition is cruel, but if you don't meet a super strong opponent, it is actually very simple. With Liu Qinghuan's current strength, as long as he does not meet someone of Lu Enming's level, one-third of his spiritual power should be able to cope with the final game.
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Just then, a tall, fair-skinned and beautiful girl walked up.
It's her! Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised. She didn't expect that her opponent was someone she knew, Bai Ningshuang.
This woman entered the Wenshi sect on the same day as him. At that time, she was the only one to get four white lines in the entry trial, and she was the best among all the new disciples. Later she joined Mingxi Stream, and she was never heard of again.
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Unexpectedly, after several years, she has reached the eighth level of Qi training. Considering that she has a single water spirit root, it seems to be expected that her cultivation speed will be so fast.
When Bai Ningshuang saw Liu Qinghuan, surprise flashed in her eyes, and she obviously recognized him.
Liu Qinghuan was a little embarrassed, but still smiled and said hello: "Senior Sister Bai, long time no see."
Bai Ningshuang only nodded slightly arrogantly, and with a tap of her hand, another layer of rippling water shield appeared outside her spiritual power shield. At the same time, a stream of water mist quickly dispersed.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of greeting, Liu Qinghuan stopped talking nonsense and watched with cold eyes as the water mist filled the air, covering the entire battlefield as if it were in the clouds.
Bai Ningshuang's figure suddenly disappeared from his consciousness, and several water spears quickly passed through the mist and stabbed Liu Qinghuan.
Liu Qinghuan pinched it with his hands, and the wood spiritual energy around him suddenly became strong, condensing into several wooden thorns and rushing towards the water spear. When the two collided, the wooden thorns shattered into nothingness, and the water spears scattered into little drops of water.
Those water drops did not fall to the ground, but shone with cold light as they shot toward Liu Qinghuan.
Liu Qinghuan moved his feet, and the wind boots flashed, and he flew out sideways. With a flip of his hand, a bursting talisman flew forward, and the wild flames suddenly scattered, rolling the water mist into the air, revealing the white frost in his hand.
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The corners of Bai Ningshuang's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile! The complicated magic formula in her hand had reached its final stage, and the surrounding water spiritual power was so strong that it glowed with a blue light. The next moment, like a raging sea, a wave of water rushed out.
Liu Qinghuan raised his hand, and dozens of seeds flew out. As soon as they hit the ground, they began to grow rapidly. When a wave of water rushed over, they had grown into several large trees with an iron color. No matter how the water washed away, they still stood firm.
At the same time, Liu Qinghuan's spiritual power was rapidly depleting.
The water wave was divided into several streams and flowed through the gaps between the iron trees, and its power was greatly reduced.
Bai Ningshuang's face was frosty, and she slowly raised her hands from her chest with her palms facing upward. A torrent rushed into the sky, her hands faced each other, and she rotated rapidly. The torrent rolled, and a water dragon was rapidly taking shape!
Liu Qinghuan frowned and moved, speeding up suddenly and rushing towards Bai Ningshuang. He didn't even care about the water dragon that was about to form in the air, and arrived near Bai Ningshuang in just a few breaths.
He shouted loudly, holding the hilt of the Lengyue Ice Sword in his hand, and slashed at Bai Ningshuang from the air!
Bai Ningshuang was calm and composed, and took a few steps back. A water shield had formed in front of her. Leng Yue's Ice Sword struck the water shield. After only a few penetrations, she felt that the sword was soft and could not be struck any further.
Bai Ningshuang looked at Liu Qinghuan proudly. Her water dragon had already taken shape, sweeping in with a surge of water.