The first thousand four hundred and thirty-seventh chapters
Su Ran was shocked. He didn't expect that a monk in the Qi training stage would have such powerful spiritual power.
He didn't dare to neglect, and quickly mobilized his spiritual power, hoping to win the game! However, even if he used all the strength he had when he was breastfeeding, he could not push his fist forward half a step.
At this time, Su Ran began to panic, knowing that Lin Xiaodong in front of her was not easy to deal with.
"Let Mr. Su go, what do you want to do?"
At the critical moment, Teacher Gao jumped out to help Su Ran and pushed Lin Xiaodong away.
Otherwise, Lin Xiaodong planned to make Su Ran lose face and directly electrocute this kid to the ground with evil-proof purple electricity.
"Haha...you are quite strong, kid.
For the sake of my master, I will let you go tonight. If I really try my best, I can knock you away with one punch, you know?
A monk in the Qi training stage still wants to compete with me, can you compete with me?"
I'm convinced, this Su Ran is so shameless. He is obviously at a disadvantage, but with the help of a woman, he still dares to say sarcastic words. It's a shame he said it out loud.
In Lin Xiaodong's eyes, people like Su Ran were not even qualified to be his opponent.
Arguing with such people will only lower your own style and status.
He smiled faintly and was too lazy to talk to Su Ran! "Young Master Su is really very particular about not bullying the younger ones. It is worth learning from us."
"Master Su, what is his identity and strength? He has the same knowledge as a low-level monk. If others see it, shouldn't they laugh at him?"
"That's right, that boy is lucky. If he had met a person as particular as Mr. Su, if it had been someone else, he would have been miserable."
The young masters gathered around and praised Su Ran.
Su Ran waved the folding fan and said proudly: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste time on a waste, let's go to the treasure fighting conference!"
Su Ran did not dare to provoke Lin Xiaodong, so she called her buddies and walked towards the center of the yard.
A stage was set up there and an event was being held.
Treasure fighting conference.
A very interesting activity is to take out treasures and have the most direct competition. Whoever's treasure is more powerful will win.
The winner can take away the loser's treasure! The world of playboys is so boring, it is no different from gambling in the secular world such as dog fighting and horse racing.
At this time, a treasure fight had just been held, and at this time, a big fat man walked onto the stage.
He raised a bell in his hand and said: "This treasure of mine is called the Divine Weapon Bell. It can summon heavenly soldiers and gods to help in battle. It is a top-notch magic weapon.
Anyone want to win?
Come up here if you want!"
"Master Su, I really like that bell. Can you win it and give it to me?"
Senior Master Gao leaned against Su Ran and said coquettishly.
This magic weapon bell is indeed very beautiful in shape and sparkling with gold. It looks like a treasure at first glance.
"No problem, I'll help you win!"
Su Ran checked the fat man's strength. He was just a monk in the Qi training period. He felt that he was sure of it. In order to show his strength in front of everyone, he actually agreed.
Su Ran jumped up onto the ring.
"Fat man, I want to ring your bell!"
As soon as Su Ran turned her wrist, she folded and opened the folding fan in her hand, showed it to the audience, and showed off: "This folding fan is also a top-notch magic weapon. Under everyone's witness, I will use this folding fan to compete with that one."
Fat man fights!"
The audience cheered. Everyone was happy to see a good show.
"Fat man, why don't you just hand over the bell.
I will definitely win this battle, my folding fan is close to a spiritual weapon, and I am a foundation-building monk, so there is no way you can defeat me!"
Su Ran waved her folding fan and fanned the wind gently, with a confident look on her face.
"There's no contest yet, how do you know you're going to win?"
The fat man snorted coldly, obviously not giving up easily.
"Okay then, I'll let you lose and be convinced!"
Su Ran put away the folding fan and said confidently.
Both sides take the magic weapon into the middle of the ring, and place the magic weapon on a table together.
The so-called treasure fight is actually very simple. As long as the monks do not touch the magic weapon, they can use any form of manipulation of the magic weapon to attack. Whoever knocks down the opponent's magic weapon first is the winner! This kind of treasure battle is actually not fair at all.
It's just a boring game played by dandy boys.
After all, a monk in the Concentration Stage who uses his spiritual consciousness to control the attack power of a magic weapon is not something that monks below the Foundation Establishment Stage can fight against.
However, there is not much difference between monks in the foundation building stage and Qi training stage.
This kind of treasure-fighting in which magic weapons are not allowed to touch depends on the power of the magic weapon and has little to do with the strength of the controller! Therefore, even if Fatty knew that Su Ran was a monk in the foundation building stage and he was only in the Qi training stage, he still didn't
Fear.
The treasure fight began, and Fatty and Su Ran used their spiritual power to control the magic weapon together from a distance.
Both of them seemed to be struggling, and the magic weapon was swaying and took a while to rise into the air.
The bell and the folding fan clashed several times, neither up nor down.
However, at this time, the fat man showed his strength. He roared, the bell vibrated, and a tall figure emerged from the bell! "You are a little trick, let's see how I deal with you!"
Su Ran took his time and activated the magic of the folding fan.
I saw a golden rope shot out from the folding fan, trying to destroy the magic weapon released by the bell! As a result, something surprising happened. The illusory magic weapon clapped its hand and defeated the golden rope.
Then, the divine soldier cut down the big sword in his other hand and attacked the folding fan.
Su Ran's expression changed drastically, and she panicked and tried to control the folding fan to dodge.
But it was too late, and the folding fan was knocked to the ground.
"Haha... I won, the folding fan is mine!"
The fat man danced with excitement and rushed forward to pick up the folding fan.
That folding fan was Su Ran's favorite thing, and it was a tool he used to show off his coolness, so he wouldn't give it up.
"Wait a moment!"
Su Ran rushed forward and blocked the fat man's path.
"What do you want to do?
Do you think you lost but don’t want to admit it?”
The fat man's expression changed, he stretched his neck and asked.
"This folding fan is very important to me, I can't give it to you.
How about this, I give you a sum of money and return the folding fan to me?"
Everyone in the audience was stunned. Hearing Su Ran's words, he was planning to default on his debt! Both the fat man and the audience shouted that they disagreed and had to ask Su Ran to hand over the folding fan. This is the rule of Dou Bao.
, no one can destroy it! In order to give Su Ran a boost of momentum, all the young masters jumped on stage.
"You have to do it even if you don't. Take this money, it's enough for you to buy a magic weapon."
Su Ran was extremely tough, put away the folding fan, took out a stack of spiritual coins, and threw it at the fat man's feet.
"I don't want your money, just hand over that folding fan!"
The fat man was not easy to mess with, so he pointed at Su Ran and yelled.