Yinyue only felt that she was under a lot of pressure and didn't know what to say. Hongzhu said with a troubled face: "We saw you in the audience transforming those ten herbs in an instant. If someone hadn't checked you before going on stage, we would have doubted you.
Did you hide some medicinal materials on your body...but you didn't even move!"
Xingchen also nodded: "Wave your hand, ten medicinal herbs, what do you want us to think of you?"
Ling Wudi didn't close her mouth in surprise. She just felt that everything had slowed down. It took a lot of effort to pick out the medicinal materials with her spiritual power... She turned around and looked at Yinyue again.
Yinyue nodded with a depressed look... Ling Wudi was in a mess. He still wanted to keep a low profile, but I'm afraid it won't work this time.
The competition on the stage began. The first group was composed of two men, one tall and one short. It seemed that they were both mid-level monks in terms of cultivation. I just didn’t know which side they focused on in terms of civil and military cultivation...
Just when the two people on the stage were about to start a fight, the pretty woman among the cultivators on the stage suddenly spoke: "What's the point of such a competition? Since it's a Medicine Immortal Convention, and the word "immortal" is plastered on it, why?
It has to be a little difficult, right?"
The royal family members in the stands, including the elders where Gan He was, all heard clearly that this woman was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, and no one dared to offend her.
Lian Yunxiang asked with a smile: "I wonder what you have in mind?"
The woman didn't say anything. She waved her delicate hand, and a circle of icicles instantly appeared around the arena. The top of each icicle was as sharp as a spearhead, and when the sun shone, it shone with silver light.
Everyone on the field took a breath of cold air. According to the rules, it was only necessary to knock the opponent off the ring, but now the icicles with a height of at least nine feet surrounded the ring. How to fight, I'm afraid if they can't.
Nine out of ten people will be stabbed to death by those sharp icicles...
It would be better if those who practice literary arts are stronger in Qinggong, but if they are not good at literary cultivation, they would probably be killed on the spot...
Everyone on the field looked at the icicles that came out of thin air in a daze, but the female cultivator named Yu Rou thought it was not fun enough and said: "Let's start, then I will apply a poison on each icicle. If
I encountered it, but it’s not that easy to solve...hehehe."
After Yurou finished speaking, the beautiful woman covered her face with her hands and smiled, but looked in the direction of Ling Wudi and smiled vaguely.
"Isn't this too much for a mortal?" Fei Tong asked uncertainly. He could clearly see the anger in the eyes of the people below...
Yu Rou disapproved and said casually: "Excessive? Who told them to hold a medicine immortal conference? If you are tainted with the word "immortal", it doesn't matter that we people in the cultivation world take care of it. Besides, since they are all immortals, this little bit
What are the obstacles? Feitong? Think about how many times you have tried to advance to level 9 of foundation building and still can’t pass. What do those difficulties and what you see in front of you count? Huh!"
After Yu Rou finished speaking, Fei Tong stopped his voice. If the icicles in front of him looked shocking, they were still far from perfect in the foundation building period. Fei Tong quietly glanced at the pretty Yu Rou on the side, feeling in his heart.
Sighing, I don’t know what the old witch went through when she reached the Nascent Soul stage...
Emperor Mo looked at it and said, "Let's compete. If anyone is afraid, they can withdraw from the competition and still receive the rare spiritual herbs we prepared, plus ten mid-level healing elixirs!"