The disciple guarding the temple smiled and said: "There is nothing we can do about it, the price is all set by the immortal guarding the temple."
Although everything in the Wanshen Sect is only sold to the disciples of the sect, it is much cheaper than in the Chamber of Commerce, so there is no room for bargaining.
Twenty thousand immortal stones are indeed a bit expensive for a mid-level human-level flying sword, but Yuan Futu has accumulated these years and obtained a large amount of immortal stones from Mr. Xu. Calculating that there are at least 100,000-level immortal stones
For more than a fairy stone, I didn't care about these, so I bought it readily.
Afterwards, Yuan Futu returned to the cave, where two flying swords and several divine pattern illustrations were placed on the table.
To be honest, in the past ten years, he has not only focused on improving his cultivation, but more importantly on practicing actual combat. He already has dozens of techniques for fighting the enemy in his mind, and he knows very well that this day will come sooner or later.
Facing a strong man who is about to enter the Golden Immortal Realm is indeed more difficult than imagined, but it is not completely impossible to win.
Based on some information he learned from Young Master Yu, Yuan Futu had a strategy in mind.
…
In the blink of an eye, the three-day period has arrived, and dozens of disciples have gathered on the peaks around Qinglu Cliff to watch the battle.
Since there is an open battle, there will be no shortage of gambling battles. However, Yuan Futu's odds are a bit astonishingly high. Almost 99% of the disciples have cast immortal stones on Mo Xing. Only a few disciples want to win with the meager immortal stones.
Take the small to win the big.
On the surface, this is a battle without any suspense.
On Qinglu Cliff, Mo Xing stood proudly, his whole body exuding a fierce aura like a sword, while Hong Linfeng and others stood behind him.
"Why hasn't this grandson come yet?!" Kang Dalong said with a groan.
Mo Xing's face was also a little gloomy. He actually asked himself to wait for this arrogant guy, but it made him lose face.
"Ah! It's Master!" Hong Linfeng said in surprise.
Mo Xing looked sideways and saw Jun Buhui, dressed in white, standing in the sky a thousand meters away with a flying sword on his feet. He stared at Qinglu Cliff with a pair of deep eyes. There were several other Gangxian-level people beside him.
Master.
"It's just a battle between sect disciples. It's rare that you are so interested." Immortal Weiyang said with a smile.
Jun Buhui said calmly: "Mo Xing has just come out of seclusion. Among the disciples, his talent is quite good. I just want to see the results of his cultivation. Why are you here too?"
The two words "Shang Ke" may seem as plain as water, but from Jun Buhui's mouth, they are already a very high evaluation of Mo Xing.
"Since even you are interested, of course we can't miss it. I heard that the other party is a disciple of Bubai. I have to see what kind of talents this guy can teach." Immortal Dao Shi held a wine bottle, haha.
smiled.
Immortal Mo Yang said in a deep voice: "But I heard that Bubai has rarely returned to the sect these years. With his personality, how can he be calm enough to teach? Even if he loses, he won't care, otherwise
It's already this hour, why haven't you shown up yet? Anyway, I don't have any hope."
Immortal Weiyang said: "I got news from my disciples. The incident this time was because Bubai's disciple stood up for a disciple of Buhui Peak and bribed the disciple guarding the temple to let him enter the Immortal Pill Palace. Although his cultivation was not good enough,
Knowing that it is possible to achieve this level, it must not be a good kind."
Jun Buhui's face was as dark as water. Of course he knew the cause and consequences of this matter, so he also became somewhat interested in Bubai's disciple.
"Look, your fat disciple is here too." Immortal Dao Shi took a big mouthful of immortal brew and pointed at the two figures in front of him.
Young Master Yu had a serious face and said: "Brother Yuan, that Mo Xing is not a good person. If you stand up for me, he will definitely take this opportunity to deal with you."
Although the challenge card did not involve a life-and-death fight, the only restriction was that it would not endanger life, so Mr. Yu guessed that Mo Xing was likely to seriously injure Yuan Futu.
Yuan Futu looked as usual, not too nervous or scrupulous, and said: "The sect is so big and has thousands of disciples. If you want to survive better, you must pass this level. You can believe it
I’ll be fine.”
Young Master Yu had already said too many words to dissuade him. He sighed and gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, if something happens to you, I will fight Mo Xing to the death!"
After saying that, he immediately backed away.
"Boss, that guy is here!" Mingcheng said.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Xing's mouth: "You should step back first and watch how that guy gets stepped on by me!"
At the moment, there were only two people, Mo Xing and Yuan Futu, on Qingya Platform.
"This is the first time we meet, senior brother, please take care of me." Yuan Futu bared his teeth and smiled.
Mo Xing's tone was cold and he said: "I gave you three days to think about it, but you still made a stupid decision."
After getting the news, he could unilaterally cancel the fight by going to the War Hall at any time before the war started, but Yuan Futu did not do this.
"It is said that senior brother has just come out of isolation, so I really want to ask for advice."
Mo Xing said: "You are quite courageous. That damn fat guy is destined not to stay here. If you want to stand up for him, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."
Yuan Futu's smile faded and he said indifferently: "It's not easy, but it doesn't mean there's no chance."
Mo Xing's pupils suddenly shrank. He knew that the master was watching the battle, so he not only had to show the results of his seclusion training, but also win beautifully.
Although they are both Yuanxian at the same time, there is still a big gap in strength between them.
"Speaking arrogantly, ugh!"
With a loud roar, the top-grade flying sword rushed away like an aurora under the shroud of world power, and instantly opened up a golden sword light several feet long, almost like a substance, exuding a cold sword intent.
.
The golden sword light arrived instantly, and the power of the Great Perfection condensed into light made Yuan Futu feel a heavy pressure like a mountain.
"Nine Tribulations Sword!"
bass!
A dark red sword body directly hit the golden sword light, and its forward momentum was suddenly slowed down.
Immortal Dao Shi, who was not far away, nodded and said: "He is actually an intermediate Yuan Immortal, and his world power is already condensing into light. His talent is not weak!"
Immortal Weiyang also felt strange, "But during the test back then, it was clear that everything was mediocre. How did he practice?"
Being able to become an intermediate-level Yuanxian in such a short period of time is not only the result of swallowing the strengthening elixir, but also making a large number of divine pattern illustrations is also a crucial part.
Although this calamity sword has been completed, it is still difficult to resist the golden sword light.