Is this a woman's fist?

For a moment, Nan Luwen was beaten to the point that he couldn't think.

"Throw in the towel?" Lan Wujiang squinted, looking at him with indifference in his eyes.

Nan Luwen curled up on the ground and began to moan in pain.

"I, admit defeat." Nan Luwen trembled, looking at Lan Wujiang's fist, for fear that she would come up and give him a punch.

This time, there was no sigh on the viewing platform, and everyone looked at Lan Wujiang with heavy expressions.

The Qi cultivation class has basically been eliminated yesterday.

The rest are all the first steps up the foundation.

No one wants to face an extraordinarily strong opponent at this time.

The Lan family's lineage has become a public enemy

"Six groups of eighty-one, six groups of forty-two."

The shouter's voice was long.

Lan Kochen stepped onto the stone platform in the eyes of everyone.

Her ink shirt is delicate and generous, and a jade fan in her hand is flowing with water-colored light.

Her opponent is the niece of Xia Wangye's family, Xia Changqin.

The eighth order of foundation building, the root of the earth spirit.

"Game on!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise on the stone platform, and I saw that the spiritual power in Xia Changqin's hand was surging, and layers of clods of soil burst out of thin air on the stone platform.

"Boom."

Lan Kouchen's eyes changed, and he stepped up lightly, his body was like a white swallow, and the jade fan swiped in the air, and his spiritual power split the mound.

"The rain is coming!" Lancôme's lips were slightly long, hanging in the air, and the water vapor behind her gathered to form small droplets floating around her.

"Go!" Under the order, thousands of water droplets turned into water blades, directly hitting Xia Changqin himself.

Xia Changqin waved his robe, his hands were sealed, he snorted in his throat, and said angrily, "Tuhe Che, shock!"

The mounds of earth increased out of thin air, completely blocking the water edges.

Lan Xiaowu saw that Lan Wujiang was fascinated, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, "Sister, can you be curious about how they summoned these things?" ”

Lan Wujiang tilted his head, raised his hand and rubbed Lan Xiaowu's head.

Today, Lan Xiaowu's lips were extremely pale.

Lan Wujiang's eyes flashed for a moment.

"In February next year, my sister went to the Shimen to test the spiritual root, and she will be able to summon it."

"There are seven kinds of spiritual roots, earth spirit roots, wood spirit roots, water spirit roots, fire spirit roots, wind spirit roots, gold spirit roots, and heavenly spirit roots, and some people will be double spirit roots, or multiple spirit roots."

"The fewer spiritual roots, the better, the purest, and the cultivation is also convenient, if you have the first six types, you will have a waste spiritual root, because the attributes are too miscellaneous to be fused, and cultivation will die. And because the Seven Spirit Roots have the Heavenly Spirit Root, they will fuse their breath and integrate the elements, and such people are generally peerless geniuses, which is very rare. ”

"I see, what are you, Little Five?" Lan Wujiang squinted slightly and withdrew his hand.

The corners of Lan Xiaowu's lips rose, grabbed Lan Wujiang's hand, and looked at Lan Wujiang innocently, "I'm the same as my sister, I don't know yet, but this year I have built a foundation, and next year my grandfather should allow me to practice Shimen to test the spiritual root." ”

"The rain is coming!" Lan Kochen on the field suddenly increased her strength, her aura was unkempt, her hair was flying, she was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, and her ink robe showed that she was even more fairy.

Xia Changqin scolded secretly when she saw this, and her eyes were already red at this moment.

Everyone is the eighth order of foundation building.

Why was Lancôme able to advance and she to lose? She didn't believe in it!

"Tuhe car!" Another blast.

The earth blade also followed.

The sand flew on the stone platform, staining Lancôme's clothes.

Lan Kochen's hand holding the jade fan turned blue, and he secretly gritted his teeth, forcibly urging the wind blade that had not been cultivated for a long time.

The wind blade followed the jade blade and broke through Xia Changqin's attack again. The dantian of both of them was spinning rapidly.

Suddenly, Xia Changqin took a step back, her breath was disordered for a moment, Lan Kochen hooked her lips and smiled, the jade fan turned into a jade sword, the sword body was translucent and snow-white, her wrist flipped, and the jade sword was inserted into Xia Changqin's shoulder.

The thin sword only penetrates the flesh, and an inch to the side is tesuji.

Xia Changqin knelt on one knee in pain, and when she felt Lan Kochen about to break her tendons, she glared violently, and a dagger suddenly popped out of her left wrist, and she sprinted with her other hand, cutting Lan Kochen's neck.

Lancôme stepped back quickly and drew his sword.

Xia Changqin's arm wound seeped, and she staggered to her feet, sweating profusely on her face.

Lan Kochen covered his neck, not daring to act rashly for a while.

During this period, the aura of the two continued to test each other, trying to catch each other's flaws.

The pain was so fast that Xia Changqin couldn't think.

In the end, Xia Changqin collected his aura, looked at the judge with a very ugly face, and said unconvinced, "I admit defeat." ”

Lan Kochen took advantage of the danger of others and fought like a madman, so she didn't want to throw her life here today.

In short, Nan Luwen was also eliminated in the second game, she went back and told her mother, and her mother shouldn't blame her.

Lan Kochen took the pill on the end, the blood from the wound coagulated, she walked towards Xia Changqin with the pill, smiling gently, she couldn't tell that she was the one who almost killed Xia Changqin just now.

"Miss Xia, let's eat some healing pills, this is specially practiced by the Lan family pharmacy."

Xia Changqin got up suddenly, bumped into Lan Kochen, and walked outside.

She didn't bother to be hypocritical with this fake woman and snakes.

If she was really kind, she wouldn't want to abolish her right hand.

Some of the men on the field who loved Lan Kochen couldn't sit still, and they all opened their mouths to speak for Lan Kochen, Xia Changqin paused, and looked at the male cultivators on the viewing platform with red eyes.

"Didn't you see her hurt me so badly when you had a mouth?"

Xia Changqin had a direct personality and immediately went back.

A male cultivator in a fancy suit stood up, sneered, and asked, "But didn't you also hurt Miss Chen's neck?" It's a terrible place!"

"The Lan family lives and dies in the first five games, and Miss Xia doesn't know it."

After the male cultivator finished speaking, he felt very proud, and it was very comfortable to listen to the praise of the people around him.

Even Lan Kochen smiled back at him.

Xia Changqin raised his eyes and spoke sharply, "The dagger I use is made of clay, unless I use ten percent of my strength, it may really cut her throat, and it will generally only leave skin wounds, is there anything else on her neck except for breaking the skin?" Besides, she just wanted to break my tendons so that I could no longer practice martial arts, and you don't know anything, so you are accusing me here. ”

The male cultivator choked, then shook the folding fan and said lightly, "There is no basis for what you say, maybe you are jealous of Miss Chen and slander others." Also, you obviously admit defeat yourself, how can you blame others. ”

"yes, that's unreasonable."

"Whoever marries such a girl in the future will be really unlucky."

The male cultivator on the field exploded.

Lan Wujiang took a sip of tea, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the stone platform, "It's really noisy." ”

The male cultivator who spoke for Lan Kochen sat behind Lan Wujiang.

As soon as the male cultivator's face changed, he immediately became angry in his heart, "Lan Wujiang, don't be too rampant, I have seen that you have been unpleasant for a long time." ”

Lan Kochen walked to Lan Wujiang's side and comforted the male cultivator, "My sister has this temper, Taoist friends forgive me." ”

Before he finished speaking, Lan Kochen's mouth was covered by Lan Xiaowu with a handkerchief.

Without waiting for Lan Kochen to react, Lan Xiaowu pushed Lan Kochen far away.

"What's the matter with you?" When the male cultivator saw Lan Xiaowu making a move on Lan Kochen, he immediately drew his sword.

Lan Wujiang's silver halberd was directly put on the male cultivator's neck.

"Not convinced? Why don't you and I fight?"

"Where does he deserve to have a fight with his sister, a bad breed who sees the wind and steers the rudder."

A pear blossom needle flew out of Lan Xiaowu's palm, and the needle went straight through three inches below his crotch.

A cool breeze passed, and the man subconsciously took a look at the things in his crotch to see if they were still there.

His face was as pale as paper.

"Do you want to fight?" Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows, and the halberd made a loud sound.

The sound of the Weng was mixed with the nightmare of a hundred ghosts, and the power of the Demon Abyss Bead made him have an illusion in front of his eyes. Let's do it

I saw that the sky and the earth were dark, the wind and clouds were rising, and a stunning woman in a red and white crown robe walked towards him.

The red pupils were like blood, and the demon abyss flower on his face seemed to come to life.

"Do you dare to fight?"

Behind her are the hundred ghosts of hell, all of them fierce and vicious.

The male cultivator rolled his eyes in fright.

In another moment, the illusion in front of him disappeared, replaced by Lan Wujiang's cold eyes.

For some reason, he always felt that Lan Wujiang's eyes were even more terrifying than the red pupils just now.

"Wrong......"

He muttered.

Lan Wujiang hooked his lips sarcastically, "Be louder." ”

"I was wrong! It shouldn't be noisy. The male cultivator wanted to cry without tears, and almost knelt in front of Lan Wujiang.

Xia Changqin, who witnessed all this, was hot in his heart.

That is Lan Wujiang, dressed in silver armor, peerless.

She's going to be like that, too.

Lan Wujiang grabbed the male cultivator's collar and let the male cultivator face Xia Changqin.

The male cultivator shuddered, and hurriedly apologized to Xia Changqin, "I'm sorry Miss Xia." ”

Tears rolled in Xia Changqin's eyes, and he opened his mouth for a long time, "It's okay, thank you Miss Wujiang, I was injured, so I retired first." ”

Lan Wujiang nodded slightly, and let go of the male cultivator's collar, Lan Xiaowu looked at Xia Changqin's distant back, and his heart was inexplicably sour.

Another one, so annoying.

So much so that when Lan Xiaowu came on the field, he was full of murderous energy, and his moves were fatal, and the first order of foundation building reached the fourth order of foundation building.

She was covered in wounds, but finally walked out of the stone platform standing up.

She made it to the third game, and no one believed it.

"Master, Miss Fifth has passed the second scene and is in the top 100." While mixing bean soup for Ranhe, Chuan Huan broke his thoughts.

Ranhe nodded with satisfaction, looking at the sunny day.

It rained last night, and the sun is shining brighter today.

"It seems that you can learn a lot of things with Wujiang, and in the past few years, I didn't grow at all, and I thought it was a waste of firewood, but now it's a new look."

Chuan Yan sneered, her eyebrows curled, "Instead of following Miss Wujiang to make her cultivation rise so fast, it's better to let Miss Wujiang teach others." ”

Ranhe waved his hand when he heard this, and said with a smile.

"She's too stubborn, I'm afraid she'll be unhappy and slaughter people, and that kid from the Xu family won't be able to get out of bed now."

"Everything depends on tomorrow, if Lan Xiaowu can stay one more time tomorrow, she will also be the target of the Lan family's key cultivation in the future."

Lan He took the mixed bean soup, put it to his lips and sipped it gently, the undercurrent of his drooping eyes surged, and his deep thoughts were hidden under the long eyelashes.

A day is fleeting......

The third session came as scheduled on the third day.

Lan Xuanyi coincidentally faced Lan Wujiang.

New hatred and old hatred accumulated, and Lan Xuanyi only wanted to kill Lan Wujiang.

He had already taken the pill of cultivation enhancement at the risk of being devoured.

Now his strength is comparable to the second order of Jindan, and Lan Xuanchen can also fight him with three moves.

Lan Xuanchen's name is like a mountain in the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

He is synonymous with number one and no one can beat him.

Even if Lan Wujiang is very powerful, in everyone's hearts, they will default to that Lan Wujiang is not as good as Lan Xuanchen.

"Lan Wujiang, don't come unharmed." When Lan Xuanyi walked onto the stone platform, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his teeth.

Lan Wujiang didn't give Lan Xuanyi a single look.

She breathed deeply, suppressing the spiritual power in her body.

"Whew!"

A brief whistle.

The atmosphere between Lan Wujiang and Lan Xuanyi exploded instantly, and Lan Xuanyi was holding an eight-foot red tassel gun, which was no different from Lan Wujiang.

He has practiced the red tassel gun for many years, and he can't compare to Lan Wujiang, a novice who goes on the road halfway.

Coupled with the fact that he had taken the pill today, Lan Xuanyi thought that he would definitely be able to beat Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang snorted coldly, and suddenly his wrist was forced, and each slash seemed to split Lan Xuanyi's whole person in half.

Lan Xuanyi and Lan Wujiang had gone through dozens of moves, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

Suddenly, his sleeve flicked, and a dart hit Lan Wujiang's heart.

The darts are smeared with poison.

Lan Wujiang flipped sideways and kicked the dart back, and the dart shot towards Lan Xuanyi in the opposite direction.

The corners of Lan Xuanyi's mouth twitched, and he blocked it with a red tassel gun, and then, his spiritual power was great, trying to crush Lan Wujiang's bones with coercion.

How could a wasted person without a dantian survive the coercion of the power of Jindan.

But Lan Xuanyi forgot that Lan Wujiang was no longer the half-dead Lan Wujiang who had just entered the mansion because of a wind blade.

The wind around him became more and more fierce, but Lan Wujiang did not move at all as if he was sitting on a big mountain.

Lan Xuanyi's face was blackened because of the overdraft of his spiritual power, and his spiritual power was surging with one hand, and the hundreds of blades behind him were combined here.

Lan Wujiang didn't have aura, let alone aura protection, he wanted to see if Lan Wujiang could survive his blow.

The white light is dazzling, and the wind is blowing.

The sewing speed is ten times as big as Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang was as small as an ant in front of that blade.

That is, Lan Wujiang, who seemed to be like an ant, stepped on the blade, and the two words of Qiankun in the palm of his hand exploded, and the wind blade was crushed into pieces.

After the Dao seal, Lan Xuanyi was shaken away.

At this moment, Lan Wujiang descended from the sky with a halberd, and the red blood halberd directly filled Lan Xuanyi's head.

Lan Xuanyi thought that he was going to die.

Lan Wujiang shaved off his bun.

The halberd enters the stone for three points.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

It was not because of beating Lan Xuanyi, but because of suppressing the power in his body.

"Throw in the towel?"

Lan Wujiang looked at Lan Xuanyi's eyes not like looking at an enemy, but like looking at a piece of garbage.

Lan Xuanyi could clearly feel this suspicion.

His lips were pale, and his hand was so strong that he picked up the red cherry spear and wanted to insert it into Lan Wujiang's heart.

Lan Wujiang held the head of the gun with one hand.

The palms of his hands were scratched with blood.

She sneered, her fingers straining.

The head of the spear was pinched into powder in Lan Wujiang's hands.

The barrel of the gun broke inch by inch.

For the first time, Lan Xuanyi understood what horror was.

I even understood why Lan Wujiang had to choose a bitter and tiring body cultivation.

Because only the power of physical cultivation is so absolute.

When the enemy is defeated, there is no trace of resistance.

Lan Xuanyi felt extremely humiliated while being afraid.

The dignity of a man did not allow him to lie on the ground like a waste, trampled on his kneecaps by Lan Wujiang.