"Wang Lu, if your so-called certainty of victory is to let her make a move, then there is no need to continue today's fight, we think that we are definitely not your master's opponent in the Jindan realm."

After the defeat of the King of Beasts, the other gods were not interested in trying. Even Feng Yin, who is recognized as the first person in the group to transform into a god in Kyushu, once said frankly that it was impossible to defeat Wang Wu in the realm of Jindan, and the others did not have to take their own humiliation.

Wang Lu explained helplessly: "She is not in today's Jindan group list at all, haven't any of you who have seen the list of gods?" She's a cheerleader, not a heads-up team. ”

Hearing this, the true people hurriedly turned out the competition notice sent a few days ago, and sure enough, they saw the list of people of the Jindan group in the annex, and there was no name of Wang Wu in it.

"Since it's not Wang Wu's end, how can you be sure of winning?"

Wang Lu said: "At this point, I have to invite you to witness it with the vast number of Taoist friends who are here today, I can only say that the program I prepared will never disappoint you." ”

After speaking, Wang Lu turned sideways and faced the Jindan team members behind him: "Please take action from senior Wuxu." ”

In the crowd, a withered and thin little old man walked out, he was no more than five feet tall, wearing a gray-yellow robe, his back was slightly rickety, which made him look even shorter, and carried a lantern in his hand, but instead of bringing light, the candle flame in the lantern dimmed the light around him.

The old man's face was like a zombie, he turned his head slightly, and said to Wang Lu bluntly: "You and I are both Jindan, so you don't need to call me senior politely." ”

As he spoke, Wuxu Zhenren walked slowly to the martial arts arena.

His steps were slow and stiff, each step staggering his body, and the lantern in his hand was even more erratic, perfectly interpreting what it means to be in the last years of the wind and candle...... But when he came on the stage, he snorted and said, "I'm still very young!" ”

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

This Wuxu real person is also a little famous in the world of cultivating immortals, and when he was young, he cultivated a body of wind and thunder forging skills, and tempered his body extremely strongly. Obviously from a treacherous family, the soul lantern contains thousands of spells and evil spells, but it is more brave and good at fighting than the sword cultivators who specialize in fighting. It's a pity that after getting old, the side effects of the Wind Thunder Forging Body Skill gradually appeared, and the burly body that was once as high as Zhang Yu at its peak continued to shrink, and it could no longer withstand the fierce battle.

However, Rao was like this, and the spirit lantern in his hand alone, as well as hundreds of years of experience, was enough to make him one of the top golden pills at that time. The only ridiculous thing is that this old man refuses to accept the old man, and always regards himself as a young man in his prime.

According to rumors, at the beginning of this fairy competition, the little old man also ran to sign up for the men's group of the beauty pageant.

After Wu Xu came on the field, several gods spread the voice of the gods and had a secret talk.

Everyone was reluctant to fight this old Jin Dan, Wu Xu was too old, even older than an old guy like Feng Yin...... Even if he has reached the peak of his evil arts, he is definitely the top powerhouse among the Jindan real people, but even if he wins, he will not win.

After some discussion, no one volunteered, so Feng Yin sighed: "Since this is the case, then I will ......"

Before he finished speaking, a young man dressed as a scholar smiled and said, "Then it's up to me, if the head of Fengyin makes a move, what suspense is there in this competition?" That would be a disappointing effort from the chief of your faction. ”

Feng Yin smiled bitterly and did not answer. This person is the owner of the Wanjuan Building of the Wanxian League, and he acts both right and evil, and he is not close to or distant from the major sects. The character is also unpredictable. What he said was that if he made his own move, Wang Lu would not be able to let the head of the spirit sword be defeated, and go to the opposite sex to disguise, even if there was really any means to make Jin Dan win and transform into a god, it would be difficult to use, and it would be a waste of time.

But his own family knows his own affairs, and Wang Lu's sense of belonging and loyalty to the Spirit Sword Sect is beyond doubt, but there is no doubt that this guy will definitely not be soft when he pits his own people......

Therefore, the scholar of Sanhe stepped forward, and Feng Yin was really relieved, because he could finally watch the development of the situation with peace of mind, and see how Wang Lu planned to make up for the huge gap between Jindan and Huashen.

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After the scholar of Sanhe came to the stage, his face was still filled with an excited smile: "Wuxu Zhenren, I have admired you for a long time. Today, those old guys are proud of their own status, so let the two of us young people have a good competition. ”

Wu Xuzhen's expression on his face was originally tense, but when he heard Sanhe Scholar talk about the two young people, his face suddenly trembled.

The scholar raised his eyebrows and said, "Although I still have a lot to say to you, I can't let so many viewers wait, so let's do it first." ”

As he spoke, he lifted a bamboo tube and said, "Please be careful with Wuxu Daoyou, my name is Sanhe Scholar, and this is my first river." ”

After speaking, he opened the lid of the bamboo tube, and poured out a stream of black ink from it and landed on the ground of the martial arts arena.

The bamboo tube looked small, but its capacity was quite amazing, and soon the ink flowed into a small river on the ground. Wuxu Daoist watched from a distance, although his face did not move, the lantern in his hand was stable and did not shake again.

The opponent is a true person, even if it is forcibly suppressed to the Jindan realm at this time, it is still an insurmountable peak. In the seemingly ordinary actions, there must be something murderous.

At the same time, people outside the field are also paying attention to Sanhe's methods, this god real person has always been known for being weird, but as the owner of Wanshulou, he has almost no record of making a move, so few people know his hole cards. Fortunately, it looks like we can finally get a glimpse of what is going on.

The ink in the bamboo tube is still flowing, far beyond the capacity it seems, but the technology of mustard Nasumeru has long been popularized, and since this bamboo tube is the spiritual treasure of the Sanhe scholars, it is not uncommon for it to have this function. It's just that the ink has been flowing for a long time, but I haven't seen other famous names, which is inevitably confusing.

The scholar of Sanhe poured ink for a while, and he was also surprised: "Daoyou Wuxu, aren't you coming to stop me?" If I continue like this, I will feel that I will not be able to win. I heard that you used to be like wind and thunder, why are you so cautious now, and you have become dull. ”

Other words were fine, a dull sentence suddenly angered Wu Xu, he immediately shook the lantern, thousands of ghosts and ghosts roared out of it, the temperature on the martial arts arena plummeted, and the ground was also frosty.

Soon, even the sky became overcast and then pitch black. People talked a lot, but they didn't expect that the lantern of Wuxu contained such a powerful ghost, which could cover the sky and the sun, and make the sky change color.

It's just that Wu Xu was stunned, because although he summoned the strongest ghost, the big black sky that could make the ghost exert its strongest strength had not yet had time to be arranged, and he really didn't do it.

The next moment, Wuxu Yufu Jin Dan trembled violently, and instinct drove him to look up.

A pitch-black waterfall descended from the sky, like a heavenly river draining the ground, impregnating all things. Thousands of ghosts and ghosts placed in the air were stained with ink, and they suddenly melted away with screams, mixed into the ink, and became a black mass.

Wu Xu himself reacted in time, propped up the same pitch black with a lantern, and hid himself in the black rainstorm, barely supporting it.

The scholar of the Three Rivers, if it is really worthy of its reputation, this ink-dyed long river, it is so powerful in the realm of Jindan alone! It's almost comparable to Qionghua Fairy's immortal sword power!

No wonder he said that he would not be able to win the battle, if he attacked with all his strength at the beginning of the war, and did not let him open the bamboo tube, he would not have such a strong power all of a sudden......

Is it really because of old age, so the personality has become sluggish and cowardly? The invincible demeanor of his youth, can he never come back?

Thinking of this, the lantern in Wu Xuzhen's hand flickered again, and then he clearly felt that the space around him had become a little narrower, and it was crumbling under the erosion of the long river of ink.

Jin Dan fought against the gods, it still seemed too reluctant, maybe there was still some chance of winning with Wang Lu and Qionghua, the most elite monks, going all out, but he ......

He's not young anymore after all.

However, at this moment, Wuxu Zhenren, who was in the dark, suddenly heard a burst of singing.

A burst of impassioned, blood-boiling songs. And the singing voice is very subtle, obviously listening to the ears, but the image can't help but appear in front of the eyes.

This is a clever skill that resonates with the five senses, stirs people's hearts with sound, and projects information on the other four senses!

In front of Wu Xu's eyes, the girls who had danced in the lava and flames before the battle began to dance again. They danced around the arena, sang loudly, and cheered for themselves in the singing!

Wu Xu was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

It's all at this time, what's the use of cheering yourself on? The gap in strength is so big that it is no longer something that can be reversed by personal will.

However, after only a while, Wu Xu's gaze gradually blurred, completely immersed in the figures of the girls, and the singing voice continued to penetrate, infiltrating his already dried Jade Mansion like a clear spring.

A moment later, an inexplicable force began to rise. Wu Xu was surprised to find that the strength he thought he would never be able to recover again actually began to slowly recover.

Is it because of the singing of those girls? Is it because of the flawless dancing? Or is it because of the bewitching body that touches people sexually? Or...... It's just that their vague expectant gaze brought him back to that high-spirited and youthful era.

In a trance, he went back in time, and his once cherished companion was beside him. At that time, they were young and passionate, always close together, exchanging feelings for each other in the most intimate way.

The sky, the earth, and everywhere are their battlefields, and the young Wuxu Zhenren indulged in debauchery and left his own traces in many places. And now, as the singing gradually reaches its climax, he seems to be young again!

In the lower abdomen, a powerful flame burned! The heat soon spread throughout the body, moisturizing the dry and stretching the shrinking, and endless power was born from it.

"Hahahaha! Girls, thank you for your performance, and next, it's up to me! ”