Chapter 1290 Spending the Spring Festival Together
Most of the people's comments were sarcastic, and the brawny monk named Wei Han sneered even more.
"I have learned body-training techniques, and my energy is extremely powerful. Even if a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage were to withstand my blow, he would still be injured and die!"
After saying that, the strong man named Wei Han raised his fist and punched Li Xuan in the face without using any spiritual power.
This Weihan is only at the fourth level of Yuanying. Although his spiritual power is not strong, his physical skills are very powerful and his physical strength is amazing.
However, in Li Xuan's opinion, there is still a little bit of meaning left. He is a divine body of all things, and his body has been tempered to a level that has already surpassed the physical strength of the Nascent Soul stage. He is naturally not afraid at all when facing this strong man.
Li Xuan directly raised his fist and struck it with a fist as big as a casserole in front of him.
Seeing this situation, Du Xiaotian and all his masters sneered.
"This kid actually dares to compete with Wei Han in terms of physical strength. He just doesn't care about life and death!"
"Although his physical strength is strong, it is still not enough to face the Nascent Soul Stage monks and Wei Han who has practiced body training techniques."
"I'll let Weihan drag him out of the city later, but when the time comes, we'll have to manipulate him."
Everyone sneered, as if they saw Li Xuan being punched away.
The two fists collided together, followed by a muffled sound.
The ferocious smile on Weihan's face froze and turned into a look of horror. Then he felt an extremely powerful force rushing towards him, and his body flew back involuntarily.
He was knocked away hard by Li Xuan, and then fell to the ground. His whole arm was almost bent. It was obvious that he was unable to compete with the power of Li Xuan's punch.
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Li Xuan's uninjured figure in shock, as well as the Nascent Soul Stage monk who was actually knocked away by Li Xuan's punch.
How is this possible? This is a Yuanying stage monk, and he is also a body-refining monk.
How strong is this kid physically?
"I heard that there are some unique physiques that can increase physical strength. Is it possible that he has such a physique?"
"It's simply a pervert. Although he didn't use spiritual power, but with this physical strength alone, there is no limit to a head-on confrontation. Even some early Nascent Soul monks are no match for him."
"No wonder he has such confidence. It turns out he has a few tricks up his sleeve."
"Humph, what's the matter? No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than the Du family. You must know that the Du family has the fifth-ranked monk in the god transformation stage, Du Ba Tian!"
Everyone was talking, but Li Xuan was gearing up, looking at Du Xiaotian who came to make trouble, and sneered again and again.
"Li Xuan, stay with me. I'm a member of the Du family. If you dare to touch me, you will be dead!"
Feeling the anger that has become somewhat rare, this kid no longer has much use value.
Then Li Xuan no longer hesitated, raised his hand directly, slapped Du Xiaotian in the face, slapped him several times in a row, and then threw the boy aside.
Then, Li Xuan's figure flashed quickly, and screams were heard one after another. Those who came to make trouble were each slapped at least three times.
Everyone looked at the extremely brave Li Xuan in shock.
He really didn't care and actually taught the young master of the Du family a lesson.
"Don't come to my place and make a fuss, otherwise I won't be so polite next time and drag you out of the city to destroy you."
After saying that, Li Xuan directly entered the magic weapon courtyard, while Du Xiaotian outside looked at Li Xuan's magic weapon courtyard with a very spiteful face.
"M-Sir... Do we still want to make trouble with this kid?"
This Jindan monk was punched by Du Xiaotian.
"You idiot, he can't be beaten again and again. Are you asking him to come out because you want to beat him? He doesn't have any eyesight."
The monk who was beaten lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Li Xuan entered the Magic Treasure Courtyard and continued to practice until early the next morning when he heard another burst of spiritual consciousness.
This time, the voice transmitted by the spiritual consciousness was Deng Aihong's voice. The auction should have begun.
Li Xuan walked out of the magic treasure courtyard and saw two women at a glance. The first woman wearing a light blue dress was Deng Aihong.
The golden elixir-level female monk following her should be Deng Aihong's maid.
When the maid saw Li Xuan, she couldn't help but frown, with a hint of disdain on her face.
"Miss, he is the lover you mentioned. Why is he only in the middle stage of the Golden Core? His strength is a little lower than mine."
"Miss, please don't be deceived by the sweet words of these stinky men. He is so weak that he will not be able to protect you in the future!"
Deng Aihong said calmly: "Xiao Fei, don't judge a book by its appearance. He is still young. He will definitely reach a higher level in the future. There is also a chance for him to become a god."
After hearing this, the maid stopped talking, but the look she looked at Li Xuan was not so friendly.
"The auction has started, let's go there!" Deng Aihong said.
Li Xuan nodded, and then the three of them headed towards the Deng family's auction.
When they arrived at the auction, Deng Aihong was about to take Li Xuan to the VIP room, when suddenly an old man came to Deng Aihong with a troubled expression.
"Young Master, um, there is a great master of the Divine Transformation Stage from Tianling Sect who came to participate in the auction. The VIP room happened to be unavailable, so I took the initiative and gave Mr. Li's VIP room to Master Huo Ling."
Hearing the old man's words, Deng Aihong's face suddenly turned ugly, and then she looked at Li Xuan guiltily.
Li Xuan was not interested in these formalisms and said lightly: "It doesn't matter, I can just sit in a regular seat."
Li Xuan looked at the huge auction venue. There was a round platform in the middle facing three directions. There was a VIP room on the second floor, and there were rows of seats below the second floor, which were ordinary seats.
"Li Xuan, I'm going to go to the auction later. You pick a spot. I'll come find you after the auction is over!" Deng Aihong said.
Li Xuan nodded, as he happened to need some elixirs to refine the elixir, and also needed some materials to refine his own flying magic weapon.
So Li Xuan planned to take advantage of this opportunity to steal something useful to himself.
Then Li Xuan chose a seat near the corner and sat down. Deng Aihong and her maid also entered the backstage.
Not long after, monks came one after another and entered the auction house and took their seats.
Du Xiaotian, who was in the VIP room, saw Li Xuan sitting under the stage at a glance, and his expression turned ugly.
Then a sneer appeared on his face!
He is the only one who still wants to climb up to Fairy Deng Aihong. Now he is not sitting in an ordinary seat, and he can't even get a VIP room.