Pinching the slip, Chu Lingfeng received a small bag of spirit stones, not much, twenty lower-grade spirit stones, after all, he only took three lower-grade spirit stones when he came here, one was kept just in case, and at most he could only press two.

Looking at the bulging small cloth bag, Chu Lingfeng's eyes narrowed into crescents.

"Yo, it's just twenty low-grade spirit stones that are so satisfied?" A tone full of mockery sounded, and Chu Lingfeng turned his head and saw a playful face, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Don't you still have to compete?"

For the next game, he directly abstained, but he pressed so many spirit stones to bet on himself to become the final winner of the No. 35 battle platform.

"It's not time for me to compete anyway." He shrugged, glanced at the small cloth bag in Chu Lingfeng's hand, and smiled slightly, which immediately made Chu Lingfeng feel excited, and immediately hid the small cloth bag in his hand into his arms. "What do you want to do?" It was almost a reflexive opening of Chu Lingfeng's guard.

Mao squinted his eyes, looking like he was getting along very well, but his words made Chu Lingfeng freeze: "With the spirit stone, why don't you press me to win, don't you trust me?" ”

Although he was laughing, Chu Lingfeng could clearly feel the coldness in his tone, which made his heart rise suddenly, "I, I think, it's better to keep a low profile." ”

"Who do you think would look down on you with such a little inferior spirit stone?" There was a sneer in his eyes.

"I'll press." Chu Lingfeng couldn't complain of his suffering, so he could only grit his teeth and re-hand the twenty lower grade spirit stones he had just gotten to the waiter, and then went downstairs with his head a little dejected, and sat in the audience, ready to watch the battle.

This time is very long, after all, it is impossible for everyone to think that such an overwhelming force can kill the opponent in an instant, and it is normal for some battles to last for an hour or two.

Fortunately, although some low-level cultivators have not been able to Bigu yet, the Bigu Pill is still very cheap, and one can make people not hungry for three days.

Although Chu Lingfeng did not have Bigu Dan, the habit he had developed in his previous life allowed him to hide some snacks and water bladders in his baggage when he went out, so that he would not be hungry.

On the 35th battle platform, there were still a few games to be played, and Chu Lingfeng also took this opportunity to see the methods of those cultivators.

For example, the cultivators in this battle are all of an average level, and they are all in the condensation period, but they are not a type of cultivators, they have sword cultivation, and as soon as they make a move, their sword qi is wanton, and their moves are close to the key points of people; There are talismans, there is a pocket on the body, and the spirit runes are more wonderful than Chu Lingfeng, and the cooperation of all kinds of spirit runes is really amazing; There is physical cultivation, it is simply a humanoid weapon, the whole body is bronze, and a pair of iron fists can leave a concave mark on the spirit armor when hit on the person. That cultivator was even more amazing, he actually used a sound attack, which made people unguardable.

Chu Lingfeng watched it with relish, but he could also see that although these cultivators looked very powerful, they all seemed to rely on cultivation for strong pressure, and their combat quality was good, but they still seemed to be a little immature.

Is it because of his age?

Chu Lingfeng looked at the cultivators on the stage who were no more than thirty years old, thoughtful.

"The cultivation realm has been calm for too long, and these cultivators are too comfortable." Next to the water, faint opening. Compared to the cultivators he had come into contact with before, these cultivators were really not comparable at all.

Chu Lingfeng couldn't help but start to look forward to what kind of Cheng Dù those cultivators in his mouth would be.

Soon the battle table below decided the winner, and the winner was a sword cultivator.

He stood up and spoke: "It's my turn, how long do you think it will take me to beat these people?" ”

Without waiting for Chu Lingfeng to answer, he left.

"I'm so proud." Chu Lingfeng muttered to himself, but he also knew that he had the ability to be proud.

shrugged helplessly, at least he wasn't afraid that his spirit stone would be lost.

"It's very lively." A crisp and pleasant girl's voice sounded, Chu Lingfeng glanced in the direction where the voice came from, and a little girl walked in at the entrance.

It was a very cute little girl, combing her hair, wearing a pink jacket and pink pants, and a string of jade beads in her hand. A pair of watery eyes were curiously looking at the hot battle table under the audience, which was full of curiosity. Behind the little girl was still standing a female cultivator dressed as a maid, Chu Lingfeng couldn't see this female cultivator's cultivation at all, of course he couldn't see it at all, after all, the level difference was too big.

Don't be provoked. Chu Lingfeng immediately looked away, this kind of female cultivator who was born in a very good sect at a young age and cultivated to a high level of cultivation at a young age is generally in a bad temper.

He didn't want to cause a fight.

The little girl didn't seem to want to attract attention, so she directly found a place to sit down, watched the game on the battle table below with great interest, and commented a few words from time to time.

"These cultivators seem to be okay. However, compared to those outer disciples of the sect, it is still too far behind. ”

"Miss, what you're saying is, after all, this is just a small place, and even those geniuses can't compare to our disciples there." The maid chimed in.

"That is, in our place, the sword cultivators who have already condensed the veins have not yet comprehended the sword intent, which is really bad." The little girl nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, miss, you're right." The maid echoed with a smile.

Neither of these two people lowered their voices, so such a derogatory evaluation still aroused the dissatisfaction of the people around them, but the cultivators around them found that they couldn't see the cultivation of these two people, and they all rationally chose to shut up.

A low-level cultivator living in the Qingyu Realm knows what kind of person not to mess with.

"But it's barely okay." The little girl muttered to herself, and then took out a blowpipe from the storage ring, just three inches long, turquoise in color, and many runes painted on the outside. The girl put the blowpipe to her mouth and blew softly, and suddenly many small pink bubbles were blown out and flew around.

In the audience, some cultivators directly ignored these small pink bubbles, and some punctured them with their hands, those small bubbles were very fragile, as long as a person touched them slightly, they would burst.

There were also some people who flew onto the battle platform, but unfortunately, those cultivators on the battle platform were too busy fighting to give those little bubbles a little attention.

The little girl couldn't help frowning, "That's not going to work. "What she likes is those cultivators on the stage, these in the audience are not of much use at all, how can they make great achievements without even being motivated?

There was also a small pink bubble that appeared in front of Chu Lingfeng, seeing Chu Lingfeng frowning, he was born as an orphan, but he was not interested in these little girls' things.

As soon as he stretched out his hand to open the small pink bubble, but as soon as his hand touched the small bubble, the small bubble burst, and a slight wetness stained his arm, Chu Lingfeng's arm suddenly burned, if it weren't for Chu Lingfeng's strong will, coupled with his unwillingness to attract attention, it is estimated that he would have shouted loudly.

Chu Lingfeng looked at the back of his hand, and a strange pattern suddenly appeared there, a pattern that looked very familiar, but for a moment Chu Lingfeng remembered, it was the pattern on his hand.

Standing on the battle stage, he seemed to be aware, glanced at the audience, and immediately solved his opponent cleanly. After the judge announced that he was the final winner of the No. 35 battle platform, he left the battle platform without looking back and came to the audience.

However, when he approached, the first thing he saw was not Chu Lingfeng, but the little girl, and suddenly the green light in his eyes flashed, and the maid noticed Mao's gaze and immediately got up and blocked the little girl.

Jindan cultivator? Mao suddenly understood that the one who could let the Jindan cultivator be a maid must be from the medium-sized cultivator realm, and only there could cultivate such an aura of water spirit root.