Qiao Ling'er's injury annoyed Qiao Ladan.

She didn't admit that this ugly nun was her own woman.

But.

Friends can always be, right?

"This old man is so shameless, he said that he was a good test, but he secretly performed spells, shameless!"

"You dare to hurt the master's little friend, you're finished, you're finished!"

With a tiger face, he walked up to the field angrily to help the injured Qiao Ling'er up, and signaled to Jing Qiu beside him, Jing Qiu came over, ready to help Qiao Ling'er down.

How could Qiao Ling'er let Jingqiu help herself, got a first-class result, proudly, looked up with an ugly face, a deep foot and a shallow foot, and staggered down.

Jingqiu didn't step forward to help, just followed her and walked down.

In the field, there are only Joladan and Cangwu real people left.

It was also arrogant enough, and the Venerable who was not afraid of the Transformation God Realm at all was angry.

This stare annoyed Cangwu Zhenren, and the little guilt that Qiao Ling'er had just brought was gone.

"Damn, this kid dares to stare at the old man!"

"Bastard, too arrogant, too arrogant!"

"Hmph, I didn't eliminate you in the last game, and you're finished this time, the old man must eliminate you little bastard!"

It can be seen that Joladan is a demon cultivator, and he is extremely good at melee hand-to-hand combat.

But.

Cangwu Zhenren is not afraid.

No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the ugly nun who was wicked just now?

No way!

At most, it's about the same as that ugly nun!

So.

As soon as Cangwu Zhenren took a step, he was about to attack, and he wanted to teach the arrogant little bastard in front of him a lesson.

Unexpectedly.

"Wait!"

Joradan called a timeout.

He didn't look at Cangwu Zhenren, but moved his gaze to the middle-aged monk standing outside the field.

"You have to fight hand-to-hand in close combat, right?"

The middle-aged monk nodded.

"Can I bless spells?"

The middle-aged monk didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, according to the rules, spells are not good, and blessings are not good, but, just now, Cangwu Zhenren has already used it, and at this time it is too bad to say no, it is too bad to give Cangwu Zhenren face, so, in desperation, the middle-aged monk looked at Cangwu Zhenren with an inquiring gaze.

Cangwu Zhenren's face flushed.

Obviously, the matter of using a spell to defeat the ugly nun just now was discovered by the little bastard in front of him.

It's just that.

"Why is this kid asking this question?"

"Could it be that this kid still wants to bless himself with spells?"

"Haha, a kid who has only built the foundation realm, even if he blesses the spell, what is the use?"

Cangwu Zhenren smiled coldly, since this kid wants to find abuse so much, then fulfill him, don't do it endlessly, simply, change the rules slightly, and allow the spell to be cast, with the buff spell of the god realm, and abuse this little bastard.

Therefore, Cangwu Zhenren nodded playfully.

Therefore, the middle-aged monk looked at Joradan with pity on his face and nodded.

Banter?

Commiseration?

As everyone knows, Joladan is already happy in his heart.

In terms of the blessing effect of power, it is inherited from the earth system of the divine dragon, which is unparalleled in the world!

Since the rules allow blessing spells, then don't be afraid, bless!

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, Joladan increased his momentum sharply.

This is a brute strength trick for yourself, as long as you stand on the earth, the aura of the earth can continuously nourish the body, the power is infinite, tireless.

Again.

With another loud shout, Joladan's momentum soared again.

This is a frenzy of blessing for yourself, and under the blessing, the strength is doubled.

It's not over yet.

After another loud drink, there was another thick soil trick on his body, with rough skin and thick flesh, strong and durable.

Again.

Keep coming.

With a loud shout, Joladan blessed himself with more than ten earth-based spells in a row.

Cangwu Zhenren was stunned.

The middle-aged monk was also confused.

The monks outside the arena were all stunned.

"Damn, where did this kid get so many spells?"

"Don't you need to pinch it?"

"Is it all imprinted by the Divine Sense?"

"This kid himself is a demon cultivator, and he has blessed so many spells, and he won't let people live?"

"Is this trying to kill this old man?"

The sound of discussion fell into the ears of Cangwu Zhenren, which made Cangwu Zhenren can't help but chrysanthemum tighten.

Probably, like, probably, hit the scheme!

Also blessed spells?

Cangwu real people are bitter.

The major fire system, because fire gives birth to earth, only a few earth system spells have been cultivated, and the right is just play, and there are only two blessing spells in total, and they can't be compared with this little bastard in front of them!

But.

No matter how much the quantity is, it is useless if the quality is not high!

Thinking that he was in the realm of transforming gods, the magic was powerful, and the spirit of Cangwu Zhenren was lifted.

Add!

With two loud shouts, he blessed himself with a spell similar to the Crazy Power Technique, and blessed himself with a defensive spell similar to the Thick Earth Technique.

Beat!

Almost at the same moment, two people, like two violent bears, rushed towards each other.

Knock knock knock......

Under brute force, every time the footsteps stepped on the ground, it was like a drum.

It's close.

It's close.

It's closer.

Rumble!

Two iron fists, slammed together.

This crash.

"it!"

Cangwu Zhenren was stunned.

Crushed!

It was crushed!

The tremendous force that came from the fist poured into the body, and it was impossible to resist, and it felt as if you were facing a raging ancient beast.

"How can this kid have so much strength?"

"Oh no!

"What to do?

Now think about it, it's too late.

Boom Boom!

After one punch, Joladan waved his arm, another punch, and continued punch, then punch......

Great power.

It's also fast.

His hands turned into phantoms, his fists turned into a storm, and he blasted towards Cangwu Zhenren.

Poor Cangwu Zhenren, who is not good at hand-to-hand combat, and his strength is crushed, how can there be room for resistance, and he is used as a sandbag by Joladan, and he is bombarded.

Fortunately.

After all, he is the Venerable of the Transformation God Realm, not only is his strength strong, but his defense is stronger, and Joladan and these iron fists can't cause harm at all, just a little uncomfortable.

Not hurt?

Originally, Joladan was worried that he had injured the old man.

But.

Seeing that this old man was so durable, Joraldan was happy.

Since it's so durable, you have to practice it well, and such a good sandbag is not so easy to find.

Go on!

I have never practiced all kinds of fighting techniques in my previous life, all of which have been used, such as wrestling, free fighting, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Jeet Kune Do, etc., for a while, Ada Ada's voice resounded constantly.

Dumbfounded.

The monks outside the arena, including the middle-aged monk standing on the side, were all dumbfounded.

Is this kid really a monk who builds the foundation realm?

It's too powerful, isn't it?

Too many moves, right?

Look, look, this flirtatious leg......

Flirting with legs?

Joraldan looked embarrassed.

After sending away the temperament, he didn't even use the tricks of the gangsters, and seeing Cangwu Zhenren's painful face and trying to cover it, Jordan scratched his scalp: "That, real person, mistake, mistake, look, do you want to continue?"