When Bo Rufeng looked at Zhuo Ran with excitement, Zhuo Ran also raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He wanted to teach Bo Rufeng a lesson, but Zhuo Ran was a little happy when he saw that the other party was locked on him.
"Absolutely, I will definitely kill you!" Zhuo Ran felt murderous in his heart, and he hated Bo Rufeng more than anyone else.
"This competition for marriage will be hosted by us old guys. You can rest assured that it will be fair and just. But remember not to kill anyone. Of course, fists and feet have no eyesight, and injuries and death are inevitable, so everyone can take care of themselves. Stand in the field.
The last person standing is the winner." The thin old man with white beard from before was sitting on a chair, floating in the air. On his left and right, there were more than a dozen powerful monks, all of whom were the masters of the same sect.
, the elder of a sect, has absolute strength and prestige.
"Start!" The thin old man with a white beard said everything, so Bo Shengyi had no choice but to get started.
With a swish sound, the surrounding monks quickly retreated towards the edge of the stone platform. The stone platform was extremely wide, with four to five hundred monks standing on it, spread out, and it was surprisingly empty. The distance between them was tens or even hundreds of meters.
Sometimes they are hundreds of meters apart. Such a stone platform is of some use as a competition venue.
Zhuoran stood still and did not move. He was already standing close to the edge. At this time, there was no need for him to move if others moved. In fact, even if he stood in the middle, he would not move because he wanted to use his own actions.
Telling others that you have absolute strength and wanting to fight him is seeking death.
Bo Rufeng stood together with the dozen or so brothers, occupying one side. No one dared to attack them, and other monks did not attack first. The stone platform became deserted for a while.
All the people watching the battle looked at the monks on the stone platform strangely, wondering what the meaning of such a stalemate was. However, they are all cultivators, and naturally they would not make noises like ordinary people, so here
Everyone was completely immersed in silence, as if they were waiting for something to happen.
"Pa, bang, bang..." Suddenly a sound of clapping came, which was extremely sharp and harsh in this quiet moment.
Everyone looked up, but they were all surprised. Because the person clapping his hands was a young and handsome monk, standing proudly and gracefully, standing on the stone platform with arrogance, as if he didn't take anyone here seriously.
.
"I said, you scumbags, can you do something quickly?"
Zhuoran stopped clapping, looked at the surroundings with disdain, glanced around coldly, and said: "Although I don't know what you are thinking, but I know that if you don't take action now, you will have no chance to take action later, and you will definitely not
Another chance!"
He had made a decision in his mind, it would be better to resolve the matter here quickly.
"Who do you think you are! How dare you mock us here, Leiyun Sect Zhao Tianlei will come to meet you first!"
Zhuo Ran's radicalness immediately aroused the disgust of other monks. When a young man was speaking, he had already moved his hands. Lightning flashed on the man's hands, and at the same time, a black cloud condensed above Zhuo Ran's head.
The electric snake moved, and a muffled sound of thunder could be heard from the thunder clouds. This man actually practiced the thunder method.
"Boom..."
A terrifying white thunder pillar rushed down from the center of the black cloud and hit Zhuoran straight away. It was like a giant stick falling from the sky. It was overwhelming and had extremely terrifying power.
Zhuoran raised his head and looked at the thunderous light, with a slight curl in the corner of his mouth, showing contempt. For him, a pure energy attack, and an energy attack that was still within his tolerance range, was just another gift to him.
At the moment when the huge pillar of thunder and light approached, a black light suddenly appeared above Zhuoran's head. The thunder light struck on the black light without hesitation, but it disappeared silently, and even the last roar was gone.
Ring out.
Zhuoran stood unscathed. From the moment the lightning appeared to the moment it disappeared, he remained motionless. In other words, the lightning did not pose any threat to him.
Everyone looked at this scene in shock. Although the monk who used the thunder method was in the early stage of Chengding, the thunder method relied on the power of heaven and earth, and its attack power was stronger than other spells. Even if he was against Chengding,
The monks in the middle stage of the cauldron will also be inextricably linked, but at this time, a bolt of lightning cannot have the slightest impact on the arrogant young man. This is somewhat impossible.
Regardless of whether it is possible or impossible, this is the real situation anyway.
"What's going on? That young monk is so awesome!"
"It must be a powerful secret treasure, otherwise how could it be possible to block such a blow without any damage?"
Zhuoran looked at Lei Xiu with a look of utmost contempt. To him, such lightning was just like a joke, without the slightest threat. Moreover, Lei Xiu was the first to attack him, so why didn't he do it?
Give him a reward.
"Okay, very good. Since you have the guts to attack me, I won't be polite to you. I just don't know if you can block my blow."
Zhuoran spoke very calmly, as if he was talking to a weak cub. He stretched out his right hand, purple thunder light condensed, and a majestic aura spread out. The purple thunder light just flickered on his hand, and the power it exuded was astonishing.
It was even more terrifying than the thunder that fell from the sky that day. It can be seen that these two types of lightning are not of the same level.
"Xian Lei!"
"Purple Immortal Thunder! How is that possible?"
At the judging table, several surprised voices told everyone that the purple thunder light was extraordinary.
"A monk can actually condense the purple fairy thunder. This is incredible! How on earth did he do it?"
When Lei Xiu saw the purple lightning, his legs were shaking with fear, cold sweat could not stop flowing down, and his eyes were filled with fear. No one understands the meaning of the purple fairy thunder better than Lei Xiu.
Don't yearn for the power of fairy thunder.
"Purple Immortal Thunder is said to be the thunder that descends from the immortal world. Any monk who can be baptized by the Purple Immortal Thunder is a leader even in the immortal world. And those who control the Purple Immortal Thunder are unheard of..." Lei
Xiu said to himself, already petrified with fright. As he said, the purple fairy thunder is the legendary final thunder of immortality in the fairy world, but at this time, it is controlled by a monk. What does this mean?
Of course Zhuoran knows why he can condense purple thunder. Even if he is not a complete fairy spirit body now, it is not much different. The power he controls can be regarded as fairy spirit power, which is a higher level of energy than spiritual power. And with such energy, no matter how much energy it has, it can be regarded as fairy spirit power.
Coupled with his current state, where he can condense purple lightning, it makes sense.
"Immortal punishment!"
Zhuo Ran shouted loudly. Since he was using purple fairy thunder at this time, he naturally had to give his attack a good name. Immortal Punishment means the punishment of thunder in the fairy world. He compared himself to the messenger of thunder punishment in the fairy world.
, all monks who offend him will be punished by thunder and calamity.
"rumble..."
After the purple thunder light rushed out, it turned into a purple thunder pillar that was more than a foot long, and rushed straight towards the Lei Xiu. It flew parallel to the stone platform, but eroded a deep ravine on the stone platform.
The splashing gravel, the rumbling thunder, and the gorgeous purple appearance undoubtedly make this purple fairy thunder show the power that matches the legend.
"don't want......"
The Lei Xiu just yelled in fear and was swallowed up by the lightning pillar. In the blazing purple light, a figure gradually decomposed and was swallowed by the purple lightning, completely turning into nothingness.
Zhuo Ran was determined to achieve success with one strike, so Lei Xiu died very easily.
All the monks looked in disbelief. They discovered that the purple lightning was the real immortal thunder, because the attack power was too powerful. One strike turned a thunder cultivator into powder, not to mention other monks.
Resisted. Unless he has a cultivation level that far exceeds that of Zhuoran. However, at this time, there are many monks who are stronger than Lei Xiu on this square stone platform, but who can say that they can take that Lei Xiu intact?
What about turning it into powder?
Hundreds of monks on the stone platform fell into silence. Now they finally understood why the monk who cast purple thunder was so arrogant. It was just because the other party had the ability to be arrogant. Now, they thought they should not be the first to do so.
Well, if it really doesn't work, even if you retreat, you won't die here in vain.
"Damn it. Who is he? How could he be so tyrannical?" Bo Rufeng snorted secretly, his eyes full of fear.
Zhuoran stood there, his eyebrows lowered, his face indifferent, as if he didn't care about everything, and he seemed to look down on any monk here, indifferent, indifferent, and proud.
"A group of shameful people trying to use a woman to glimpse the way of heaven is really ridiculous and tragic. I, Zhuo Ran, hereby declare that you are guilty of blasphemy against others. You should be punished for your crime. If you don't retreat, you will all be killed by me.
I'll kill you with the sword. I've said this, and those who don't agree will fight!"
Zhuo Ran spoke boldly, staring straight at Yunrou who was standing silently in a place. At this time, Yunrou was already in shock. The two looked at each other, both seeing their own expectations. Zhuo Ran
Her eyes were clear and radiant with confidence, not hidden at all; Yun Rou's eyes looked directly at Zhuo Ran's eyes, but she saw the eyes of a familiar person.
Yunrou knew that the man who called himself Zhuoran was the one she wanted to wait for.
"Zhuoran..." Yunrou whispered, full of disbelief, but very excited in her heart. After several years of persistence, she finally got her reward.
Once a flower blooms, life after life becomes one day. People who truly love love each other for a day, but they will still stick to it for life after life.
"Wait for me." Zhuo Ran didn't say anything, he just conveyed his meaning with his mouth.
Yunrou nodded gently, the sadness disappeared from her beautiful face, and the breath of joy spread, making her instantly bloom with infinite charm.
The actions of the two did not shy away from other monks, and others could see it clearly. The two people's flirting with each other was obviously an insult to the many monks who participated in the competition to find a bride. However, at this time, no monk dared to confront them.
Zhuoran attacked, and the previous example was still there. The scorch marks caused by the lightning were clear and abnormal. The two people were doing this, which only made many monks more suspicious that the casual cultivator who claimed to be Zhuoran was definitely a more powerful existence!