Spirit Pavilion

I saw a slightly thin man prostrate on one knee in the ring, coughing up blood at the corner of his mouth, a wisp of green silk drooping, fluttering in the wind. "Le "Text" novel lwxs520

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he jerked his head up and looked at the burly man in front of him.

"Boy, it's a bit of strength. ”

The burly man took a heavy breath, and the spiritual power of the battle axe in his hand surged, and with the wind blade, he rushed towards Xue Xiaofeng like a fierce tiger.

"Hmph, I said that without the Que family's spiritual method, I can defeat you with my bare hands. ”

Xue Xiaofeng's black eyes were full of murderous aura, and the black claws covering the ground were stained with blood.

Although he was shocked by the handle of the axe and coughed up blood, he also caught the breath of this person.

If the burly 301 is a tiger, then the 79th is the blue wolf, the dark claws clawed out, the ground shattered, stepped on the ground and turned into a black shadow and slammed into the burly man who pounced.

The two are unstoppable and want to do a duel to the death.

"Defeat me with your bare hands, boy, you're not qualified. ”

The big man gasped and grabbed the tomahawk, and blood dripped down his arm, it was a five-clawed blood mark, and it seemed that there was flesh and blood exposed.

Xue Xiaofeng surged up the spirit of Xuanyin again, his hands were folded, and there were bloodshot protrusions in his black eyes, only to see that the spirit of Xuanyin in his left claw was dispersed, and in his right claw, the spiritual energy was rising steadily, like a divine weapon, terrifying.

"Senior brother, that's, that's the fifth brother's phantom claw. ”

The man on the ground was pale, and his tone was incoherent due to nervousness.

"It's indeed a bit similar, but the fifth brother's phantom claw gives people a sense of gloom, while this guy's spirit claw is domineering. The man shook his head and said with a gloomy face: "Even if it weren't for him, we couldn't let go of this kid, and we would avenge the revenge of the eldest brother and the third brother." ”

"Hmph, crooked demons, beware of demons. ”

An axe shadow slashed down from the sky, slashed at the blade, and headed towards the ground, Xue Xiaofeng bloomed his black claws, turned into a big hand, and jumped up.

Crash!

Suddenly, the flames burst into flames, and the black claws tightly clasped the slashing battle axe like a divine weapon.

"Damn. ”

The burly man's face was extremely ugly, and the bone-eating black claws like maggots clung tightly to the battle axe, making it difficult for people to pull it out.

"Hmph, this tomahawk, if you want it, Lao Tzu will give it to you. After speaking, he clenched his fists, and his spiritual power bloomed on the fist bones, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have spiritual skills, and Lao Tzu also has them." ”

Xue Xiaofeng sneered, threw the heavy battle axe on the ground on the side, and said, "What about spiritual skills, you are just a pig who is born with a spirit and eats spiritual products for a few days more than Lao Tzu." ”

"You. The man's face was pale, the green tendons on his forehead protruded, and his spiritual power trembled due to excitement.

What, that little rascal despised him so much, that was a spiritual genius that was rare in the third level, and he was actually said to be a pig who was slaughtered by others, even a cultivator who was also a third level did not dare to provoke him in person, and some people were indignant, although they knew that their strength was not as good as that of the little rascal, but they also felt angry in their hearts.

"If you take back what you said before, I can let you go and give you a chance to admit defeat. Xue Xiaofeng touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, his face did not change, and he looked at the man who clenched his fists with a cold look.

As soon as these words came out, the crowd stirred, it was too bullying, this kid was so arrogant, there was a third-level spiritual cultivator who had a good relationship with the burly man, and he scolded angrily: "Hurry up and get rid of this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky." ”

"Heaven is high, earth queen?" asked rhetorically, the momentum of the whole body was like a killing god, the black claw picked out his index finger, pointed to the person who ushered below, and said, "The next one to lie down is you." ”

What the?

For a while, the person below was furious, and he was even in the mood to run into the ring, but he didn't dare to go up rashly.

The man slowly retracted his anger and said softly: "Okay, Xue family boy, you don't need me to make a move, I'm just afraid that you will lose in this game." ”

The burly man clenched his fists, turned into a strong wind, and attacked from behind.

"Little bastard, the arrogance is too hard, be careful to bend your waist. ”

Xue Xiaofeng shook lightly, and the black claws of the Xuanyin Spirit were terrifying, and a miniature whirlwind surged between the black claws.

In an instant, two spiritual powers, formidable and formidable, formed a storm.

Airplanes!

In the storm of two spiritual powers, the fists and palms met, and the spiritual power poured into the whole body.

In the center of the contact, the spiritual momentum climbed, and the two of them turned red and coughed up blood one after another.

Xue Xiaofeng raised his hand and wanted to withdraw the black palm created by the Xuanyin Spirit, but a whirlpool appeared in the palm of his hand, and the whirlpool seemed to be small, but the suction was extremely strong, which was very weird.

"This, what's going on. ”

The burly three hundred and one, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a sneer flashed on his thick face. "I said, you are not the only one who has the spiritual method, and my fist method is the secret of the family inheritance. ”

It's okay not to mention the family, mentioning the family makes Xue Xiaofeng think of his life experience, and in the eyes of many people, Xue Fu is just a foreign surname under the fence. But only a few people know that if it weren't for the disappearance of his father, the Zong family would have been saved.

It's just that I have hidden it in my heart for many years and don't want to recall it.

The spiritual power of the fist was stormy, like a sucking roll, eating away at Xue Xiaofeng's spiritual power little by little.

"Yes, Xinmi. ”

Xue Xiaofeng sneered, his eyes were indifferent, his expression was like stagnant water, and in an instant, the spiritual power slowly poured into the black palm, and the Xuanyin spirit in the three spiritual veins and his own spiritual power surged sharply, pouring into the fist.

The next moment, the black spirit poured into the burly man's arm like a tide.

The man suddenly felt an extremely cold aura rush up his fist, and he couldn't help but shiver a few times.

"Strange. The face of the man shouting below changed greatly, and the senior brother's fist sucking fist was a rare spiritual technique, which only needed to be attached to the opponent's body and absorb the opponent's spiritual power for his own use, but when the confrontation occurred, there was a change.

Xue Xiaofeng sneered: "If you want to absorb my spiritual power, it's a pity that you can't bear it." ”

Seeing that, the burly man's face was pale, and the arm where he punched was covered with ice crystals, and his eyebrows and lips were covered with frost.

The next moment, the suction decreases sharply.

Withdraw your punch, it's the only option!

When Xue Xiaofeng absorbed that Xuanyin Spirit, his whole body was extremely cold, and it was only from the stone wall of the place where he entered the Spirit Cave that the Fire Spirit Crystal was born that it slowly thawed.

"I want to withdraw. ”

Xue Xiaofeng clasped his fist with one hand, and his dark fingertips clenched hard, and his fingertips were embedded in the burly man's flesh and blood, preventing him from taking it back.

"I said that you either throw in the towel or be beaten down by me. ”

Xue Xiaofeng poured spiritual power into it again and again, but it was not comfortable, and there were not many Xuanyin spirits in his body. After all, for spirituality, spiritual power is fundamental.

"You ,,, me" The man's face was pale, his movements seemed to be extremely slow, his body changed drastically, and an extremely domineering cold spirit rushed around in his body, his speech was slow, and his words were incoherent.

"Pour it down for me. Xue Xiaofeng roared, his anger was pressing, there were black silk fluttering on the tips of his eyebrows, he clenched his fists left and right, and at the back elbow, a violent impact poured into his chest.

Bang!

The punch was struck, with nothing but pure spiritual power, and the man paced back a few steps before falling.

This, this is impossible, the spirit level is a heavenly moat, even if it is only one level apart. Everyone looked at the thin man in the ring, only to see that his eyes were hideous, and he was full of anger.

"In the first round, the seventy-nine won. The inspector standing on the side coughed lightly, he couldn't believe what was in front of him, but the facts were in front of him, and he had to believe it.

"According to the rules, only if you win two in a row can you enter the painting pavilion. The man cleared his throat and threw a mellow elixir into Xue Xiaofeng's hand, saying, "Before that, those who sit in the row can have time to recover their spiritual power. ”

Xue Xiaofeng nodded, swallowed the elixir into his stomach, sat cross-legged, looked at the burly man who was dying and about to get off the stage and said, "Wait." ”

Everyone looked at Xue Xiaofeng in confusion as he squatted down, and his spiritual power surged.

"Little rascal, are you going to kill him?" someone shouted in the audience.

Xue Xiaofeng didn't pay attention to it, and said a few words to the examiner, before sitting cross-legged in the ring, his eyes closed, and using the spiritual power of his body to deduct the person's dantian with one palm.

The spiritual power was in the palm of his hand, and he slowly held it up, only to see that the dark qi slowly gushed out from the abdomen of the man lying on the ground and merged into the palm of his hand.

After a while, the man could be seen waving his arm slightly, and the fog and frost hanging on his face dissipated, and his complexion gradually eased.

The burly man opened his eyes and saw that he had awakened himself, his forehead was bruised, and his face was slightly red.

"Hmph, no matter what, thank you for saving me, Little Brother Xue's spiritual method is outstanding, and I am convinced. The burly man's voice was loud, and his thanks were straightforward, full of pride.

Xue Xiaofeng nodded, and suddenly felt good, and had long forgotten the previous words such as 'attached to the Que family' and 'sending people under the fence'.

The spirit of Xuanyin, that is an extremely domineering spirit, although it is difficult to control, it may be above ordinary spiritual power, Xue Xiaofeng has a lot of insights in this cultivation day, especially the spirit of Xuanyin in the spirit grid, if it is used, it cannot recover as quickly as ordinary spiritual power, and there is still a need for battle next, so he made up his mind to suck back the Xuanyin spirit absorbed by him from the body of the burly man who fell.

Dao spiritual power, along the blood veins, with the palm as the center, slowly injected into the body, Xue Xiaofeng took a long breath of cool air, and introduced the spirit of Xuanyin into the spirit grid.

After the first battle, although more than half of the spiritual power was exhausted, after taking the Replenishing Yuan Pill given by the inspector, there were two-thirds of the Xuanyin Spirit in the Lingge, and the spiritual power surging all over the body recovered by ninety percent.

"That's it. Xue Xiaofeng slowly got up and stood on top of the ring, his figure was not very tall, and his face was still calmly staring at the people under him.

When his eyes glanced over Que Tianyun, his eyes stared slightly for a moment, and then he looked at the shouting man.

The so-called gentleman's words and deeds must be the same, Xue Xiaofeng originally planned to choose Que Tianyun as his opponent after defeating, but he also had to fulfill his previous oath, otherwise, it would be difficult to stand up in front of everyone.

The gaze was deep and long, sweeping over everyone, some clenched their hands, and some looked into the distance and did not dare to look at it, after all, this son's spiritual power was domineering, and he defended the third-level spiritual cultivation, and that kind of strength left an indelible mark in the hearts of everyone.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on the man who was at the third level of spirituality.

"I'm two hundred and thirty. ”

"I chose him, good boy, I really dare to choose!" someone whispered, pointing his gaze at the chosen man.

The man's eyes were slight, and his white face was feminine. Suddenly, an arrow step rushed into the ring.

"That's what I want, boy, you need to know the consequences of this. The pale face twitched, and a wry chuckle erupted.

There was a previous competition, and at this time, everyone knew that Xue Xiaofeng was not in a state of total victory, and the chosen person was also a famous person in the first-level spiritual courtyard, this person was named Qinghong, and his strength was slightly higher than the previous three hundred and one.

"Since I have chosen, I am sure that I will defeat you. Xue Xiaofeng also chuckled, his face calm.

Outside the Spirit Pavilion, on the head of the blood-red Zhu Bridge, it was about to enter the countdown, but he still couldn't get out of the strange spiritual mist, so he had to give up, waiting for the inspector to take out an iron hammer, knock it on the chime stone, hit it nine times in a row, and the sound of leisurely sounded.

"Even if the Vermilion Blood Bridge is closed, please come back to the shore to watch the curtain. ”

A short, child-like figure was born, floating on the surface of the water, and hundreds of spiritual lights burst out from the palm of his hand, and the burst of spiritual light made a slight muffled sound in the spiritual mist.

"The bastard boy of the Xue family, I still want you to wipe my ass. ”

Listening to the voice, this person is yin and yang, and when I look at it, this person's white beard falls on his chest, he is an old man, but he is a dwarf.

Suddenly, the people on the bridge liberated the ban, moved their muscles and bones, and walked out of the bridge one after another.

Since you can't enter the Spirit Pavilion, you can look at the spirit fight in the big curtain, and you can also take a few spirit products and put them in the gambling shop, which will make you happy.

Rao is like this, a few families are happy and a few are sad, and some people have studied Jiuge early, wanting to fight it and get a reward from it.

The Zongjia temple fair, the highlight is the Nine Pavilions, after the Vermilion Blood Bridge, even if it falls, there are thirty medium-grade spirit stones. And the further you go, the rewards are stacked.

In the blink of an eye, everyone stopped under the curtain and saw that the man was extremely familiar.

"Damn, it's this kid, the spilled spiritual array makes Lao Tzu so difficult. Someone scolded and took out several spirit stones from his arms and put them in his hands.

"It is said that in the last game, he defeated a high man of the third level of spiritual cultivation with only one hand. Someone teased.

Not far behind him, the crowd was crowded, and some people were groping in the spirit ring, taking out the spirit product and pawning it on it.

The scholar-like man had a happy face, standing in the distance before, always paying attention to every move on the curtain, and praying again and again for the seventy-ninth to win.

Sure enough, a miracle happened! In the game just now, because about eighty percent of the people bought the big man to win, excluding the exchange of the middle, they had already made a lot of money.

Carefully analyzed the battle situation between the two again, set the odds, turned around, pushed a wooden cart into the crowd, and shouted: "The latest odds are freshly released, the dark horse No. 79 vs. the ace No. 230." ”

Seeing this, everyone took out the spiritual products from their bags and transferred them to the cart.

"Bet me two hundred and thirty. ”

"Two Hundred and Thirty ,,,"

"Don't worry, don't rush one by one. The man was in a hurry, but his heart was already happy