Under the moonlit night, the high platform is bright.

Han Feiren and Jas bathed in the moonlight, which kicked off this gamble.

Most of the onlookers were excited, and many of them were eager to take the stage.

Even if it is destined to miss out on half a catty of pure source, there is still a chance to win thirty bottles of Baicao Liquid!

Qingya Blessed Land is famous for its elixirs and spirit beasts, so the herb liquid is not scarce.

But these are not for everyone.

It takes ten years for a white-clothed robe to get three bottles.

And the Bitter Sea Realm cultivators, the amount of herb liquid that they can receive every month is this number.

Thirty bottles is close to the amount of a year for a cultivator in the Bitter Sea, and it can be imagined that it is precious.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

Han Feiren's gamble made Nan Xiao fall into passivity and find it difficult to protect herself.

Even Bao Fei, who had been defeated a long time ago, even if he was sitting under Nan Xiao's ass at this time, he endured the pain and shame, his eyes were red, his breathing was a little short, and he gasped: "Nan Xiao, I want to fight you again, do you dare to fight?!" ”

Still digesting his new identity, pondering how to win Nan Xiao in the end, he stood up leisurely.

The injured left leg was no longer bleeding at this time, and Nan Xiao once again stepped on Bao Fei's back and replied with action.

As soon as this one was settled, the others rose up again.

"Nanxiao, I want to fight you!"

"The little girl is dead!"

"Kill—"

For a time, there were dozens of divine patterns, coming from all sides, straight to Xiao.

"Bang bang bang!"

Six paths of vitality rushed out from Nan Xiao's fingertips, winding thousands of green ropes, iron pots, blood-spotted bamboo pens, peach wood long swords, etc. one by one.

Fingering, crane control.

Using the vitality as a guide, manipulate the weapon and collide violently with those god patterns.

Fortunately, so many weapons were seized before, otherwise it is estimated that the body alone would have been in a different place now.

However, the control of cranes' qi fingering method consumed her greatly.

In particular, the weight of those vessels of the bitter sea can never be compared to the flowing water used for practice on weekdays.

Nan Xiao clenched her teeth, cheered up, and actually broke through the limit and blocked several waves of attacks.

But this is not the way to go.

The blood-spotted bamboo pen and several peachwood swords were all on the verge of shattering.

Even the iron pot was cracked at this time, and it was about to burst at any time.

The Qianqing Suo, which was still complete, was like a long whip, and under the control of Nan Xiao's capture crane, he repelled two more divine patterns, and the color gradually became dull.

Nan Xiao raised her head, looked at Han Feiren, and said loudly: "Han Shao, if you mean that I have more than a dozen, then I will voluntarily give up." ”

"Hahaha! Yes, yes, yes! Miss Nanxiao, you are already very strong now, and you can deal with eight Bitter Sea cultivators at the same time! Although it looks like you're going to fall soon, you're already remarkable as a mortal! From this point of view, the qigong of mortal martial arts still has some merits! ”

Han Feiren was full of interest, and his originally sluggish eyes were full of energy at the moment, and his breath was enthusiastic.

The vitality flew between Nan Xiao's palms and fingers, and the slender clouds were clever, remotely controlling the six bitter sea weapons.

Nan Xiao was clever and couldn't communicate the power of the weapon, so he could only collide with dozens of divine patterns purely with the hardness of the weapon.

With the consumption of one enemy being too great, Nan Xiao's back was gradually wet with cold sweat, her posture was still strong, and her eyes were warm.

If Nanxiao was a freshly blooming orchid on a cliff before, far away from the clouds.

So now she is like rain hitting the proud bamboo, insisting that Qingshan will not relax.

It is extremely malleable, and each of them is beautiful.

Han Feiren admired it for another moment, and when he saw that Nan Xiao's face was getting paler, he licked his lips and said, "Stop, stop!" In order to show the fairness of the game, it can only be one-on-one, and both parties must agree to the duel! Of course, I'm the referee, and I can only play if I say start! ”

While laughing, Han Feiren glanced at Jas again.

The white jade bottle was sacrificed by Jas again, and the mouth of the bottle went downward, silently drilling out a dark and dark wind.

The wind fluttered gently like a feather, and it looked very slow, but just the slightest wisp of wind escaped, and it directly shattered all the six bitter sea artifacts along with Qianqingsuo.

At the same time, the divine patterns in all directions were scattered by the ghostly wind, and the afterglow floated powerlessly in the air for a few seconds before disappearing completely.

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Konghe's fingering was forcibly interrupted, and her vitality shocked and fell back into Nanxiao's body, and her heart suddenly beat rapidly.

Although it was very short-lived, if the black wind was stronger, he would definitely die because of the backlash of vitality.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the physical fear made Nan Xiao squint her eyes slightly, and her heart was solemn.

Jas, who is in the realm of Shenqiao, can exert such great power by attacking lightly.

With the solid foundation laid by the hundred-year-old elixir ginseng leaves, coupled with the nine years of transferring qi and nourishing the body day after day and year after year, Nan Xiao can stand at the pinnacle of mortal martial arts.

But after seeing the unfathomable strength of the Shenqiao realm on the twenty-meter-high platform, she has always been tenacious, and she only feels that the heavens are above.

There is no road in front of the bluestone, and the Shu road is still difficult to climb.

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The moon is in the middle of the sky, the stars are shining, and under the cliff of the bitter sea, it is as bright as day.

The wind was scarring, and the debris of several weapons fell.

The herbs are irrigated with the essence that escapes, and under the moonlight, they are verdant.

The eight cultivators were all sitting on the spot at this time, trying to calm the Dao Foundation, lest the surging waves erode the wheel of life.

There are also a few because their cultivation is still shallow, and they can't suppress their injuries, and they keep coughing up blood in their throats at this time.

And Nan Xiao, who is a mortal, is unharmed.

Although she looked a little prostrated and pale at this time, she was calm and relaxed, and she was definitely stronger than those eight people.

Nan Xiao lifted her spirits again, breathed steadily, and formed her vitality into internal and extracorporeal circulation again.

She must not fall until her brother returns.

Sweat drips down and melts into the dirt.

The pierced wound on Nanxiao's left calf began to turn white, sticking to the blood-stained cloth.

"Ahh

Tearing off a piece of Bao Fei's white dress, Nan Xiao's face turned pale, and while no one was attacking now, she quickly tied the wound tightly.

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The sky is high and wide, and the four fields are silent.

The people who watched the excitement had already put away their hippie smiles.

They looked solemnly at the girl who was silently bandaging her wounds.

Even if Nan Xiao had defeated the Bitter Sea cultivator Bao Fei, the people around him still disdained him.

In their cognition, it was because of Bao Fei's underestimation that they failed.

Seeing that Nan Xiao was able to use the qi sense that most of them sensed, he was one against eight, and he persevered for a long time.

At this moment, the faith in their hearts collapsed.

For a long time, what is the purpose of staying in the Qingya blessed land as a hard-working gray-robed medicine farmer?

Become stronger, prolong your life, and get away.

But when did he start to laugh at Nan Xiao, who was also a mortal, even though he hadn't entered the cultivation himself?

Among this group of introspective people, some of them have prominent family backgrounds, and even have some high-grade martial arts secrets.

But later, they sold these cheats at a low price, just in exchange for medicinal pills such as Baicao Liquid that could help open up the sea of bitterness......

After listening to the morning bell and dusk drum here for many years, it was not until today that they woke up from a dream after seeing Nan Xiao fighting against the immortal cultivators with mortal martial arts.

Rather than chasing the ethereal sea of suffering, grasp every moment, and maybe there will be a turnaround in the future.

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"Don't be cowardly! You don't want those thirty bottles of herb liquid, do you? Miss Nanxiao can't hold it anymore, why don't you seize the opportunity quickly? I've convinced her, young master, I'm rewarded! ”

Han Feiren stood proudly, his tone was extremely contemptuous, and his handsome face was full of evil spirit at this time, like a demon provoking human nature.

A small piece of fat that he threw lightly turned into a heavy boulder and smashed into the lake.

The surface of the lake, where the still water flows deep, once again set off huge waves due to the sinking stones formed by profits.

Nan Xiaoqiao, who had not yet recovered her strength, had a pale face, and her eyes contained a cold light, which was colder than the bright moon in the sky.

Let's not remove it.

The fourth place on the must-kill list, Han Feiren.