The eight hundred immortal realms, plus the two palaces of civil and military affairs, were only able to be praised by the Southern Immortal King Xiang Zhanyun, who was the thirteenth-level True Immortal, on the basis of his first-level True Immortal cultivation level, and praised him for not being weak, which inevitably surprised Suning.
Invincible people in the same realm are invincible in the same realm. It is common for a boat to capsize in the gutter.
If someone plots against him due to his negligence and he cannot get the Regeneration Pill, he, the current Lord of Dragon and Phoenix, will definitely become the biggest joke in the fairy world.
Together with the entire Wuchen Fairyland, I am afraid that it will be ridiculed everywhere in the next hundred and thousand years.
"Don't take it lightly."
Suning held his breath and concentrated, warning himself: "Although I have a tenth-level immortal body and the sixth-ranked dragon and phoenix magic phase to assist me, I have not yet opened the magic phase, and I have not fully mastered the various immortal arts taught to me by my master."
"I've calculated everything, I've only been in the fairyland for half a year."
"The disciples competing here, whether they are direct disciples or casual disciples, they have been on the path of cultivation longer than me."
"It can take as long as a hundred years, or as short as a few years."
"The gap in combat experience cannot be made up by the immortal body and the law."
"Since Xiang Zhanyun has identified the nine strongest among them for me in advance, what I should do at this moment is to observe them secretly."
"Find their shortcomings, loopholes in their moves, or..."
Suning took a long breath and said with a calm gaze: "In this desperate situation, where is their life gate?"
“Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.”
"Start from the iron face of Wen Palace."
With a decision in her mind, Suning quickly relaxed her mind.
On Arena No. 22, two figures were fighting inextricably.
One is a Wen Dian masked woman who carries a long sword and does not even want to reveal her real name.
One is a sturdy young man with a dignified appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes.
Neither of them used their natal magic weapon, it was purely a competition of strength and magic.
One person scatters beans to form an army, gathers the immortal power into a shadow, and blocks the arena from all directions.
A person calmly performed the secrets with a smile on his face, using the essence and blood as a guide, and disappeared without a trace.
The masked woman shouted loudly, turned her fingers, and slapped the ground brazenly.
"Boom."
The air waves overlapped continuously, rising layer by layer until they were tens of meters high.
The strong young man was forced to emerge from the ground and punched him with his raised hand.
"Boom."
The fists and palms met, and the powerful immortal power was released from the two sides, making a roar like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
It pierces the eardrums and is breathtaking.
The masked woman remained motionless, her cool eyes were extremely cold.
The sturdy young man said proudly: "In terms of strength alone, you and I are equally matched."
"You can't do anything to me, and I can't defeat you."
"At least within a hundred moves you can't tell the difference between winning and losing."
"As for the immortal arts, the immortal arts of His Highness Wen's rank that you used are not enough to subdue me."
"unless......"
He smiled brightly, stepped back coolly and said, "Unless you are proficient in middle-level immortal arts and can suppress me in terms of level power."
"Otherwise this battle will only end in a draw."
"Who wins and who loses depends on the judgment of the Southern Immortal King."
The masked woman said nothing, and the sword she carried behind her trembled violently.
The sword sings sweetly, as crisply as raindrops.
The sturdy young man suddenly said: "By the way, there is also a natal immortal weapon."
"Your natal magic weapon is obviously the long sword carried on your back, and mine, my natal magic weapon is an axe."
"We are both low-grade immortal weapons. Hey, with all due respect, you can't hurt me."
The masked woman held the hilt of the sword with her backhand and spoke for the first time: "Don't worry, you don't need to help me."
"The reason why I play with him is to test the gap between me and other direct disciples in the immortal world, and whether I can be invincible in the same realm."
"now I know."
"I know, there's no need to delay it any longer."
With her gentle words of comfort, the restless sword gradually returned to calm.
The masked woman walked straight forward, calm and steady.