Hearing this, Cheng Zhaozhao immediately said: "But we don't need the full roster, I don't know if we can buy it separately?"

The psychic was a smart man, and he quickly understood what Cheng Zhaozhao meant: "Daoist friend is saying that which monk's name is valued, and he buys his directory separately?"

"Hey, that's a good idea. Liu Fatzi was also delighted.

The psychic was a little embarrassed: "This ......"

"What's there to worry about, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat, and we're not wronged, can we buy so many lists and take them back to eat?" Liu Fatzi urged: "Okay, you just give a sentence." ”

The psychic hurriedly laughed:

"Naturally, it is possible, but the price of the list varies from monk to monk. ”

"What do you say?" asked Fat Liu, who leaned over to Cheng Zhaozhao.

Cheng Zhaozhao glanced at the stone curtain and said, "Spring hair, summer sheng, autumn harvest, and shallow winter." ”

"Four copies?" the psychic was a little delighted.

"No, here's a copy. Spring-haired. ”

Liu Fatzi glanced at the stone curtain, and said half-loudly: "It's also a shame that you can find these four among so many names." Psychic, directory!"

These four names are ranked in one place, in the middle and late positions, with three wins and three losses, and they are still average.

"Together, these few are forty spirit stones. If you buy one alone, fifteen spirit stones, and it is also the first time to cooperate with two Taoist friends, so you can give ten spirit stones. The psychic's smile stiffened.

Cheng Zhaozhao paid the spirit stone and asked, "Where can I find Dao friends again?"

The psychic thought it was just a one-time deal, but when he heard what she said, he was happy, and handed out a transmission note: "Let's walk around this competition platform below, and if you need it, just come and give instructions." ”

"Thank you. ”

After the psychic left, Cheng Zhaozhao and Liu Fatzi gathered together to check this list.

"This list is written in detail, but this spring hair is a cultivation of the fifth layer of Qi cultivation, do you want to compete with him?"

Liu Fatzi glanced at Cheng Zhaozhao, not that he looked down on Cheng Zhaozhao, but that cultivation was sometimes a hurdle that could not be crossed.

"Not everyone is that Mu Shengxun, who can leapfrog the challenge ......"

"How do you know if you don't try? Besides, if you can't beat it, you can run. Cheng Zhaozhao had a 'learn from you' expression.

"Hey, yes, yes, I've got the best of it. ”

Liu Fatzi is not worried, even if the Qi Cultivator is more powerful than Cheng Zhaozhao, it will not be like the Zhuji Monk who will kill him as soon as he makes a move.

"That's right, wouldn't it be nice to admit defeat before being beaten half to death. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao glanced at the stone curtain again, and found that the name of the monk called Qiu Harvest was lit up, and he immediately remembered the competition table he was on.

After a short time, the two of them paid the spirit stone and entered the viewing platform.

"Aren't you going to compete with the spring hair, how do you come to see the autumn harvest?"

Fat Liu asked while nibbling on a spirit fruit.

Cheng Zhaozhao did not answer, and was looking at the test table at this time.

Qiu Harvest is a handsome male cultivator, and he has faced a burly male cultivator who is also a qi refining cultivator.

Qiu Harvest doesn't look thin, but in comparison with the male cultivator, he looks extremely petite.

Before the competition began, the male cultivator was already holding the heavy sword in his hand and roaring to the sky, and the muscles of his bare body were full of green tendons, which looked extremely powerful.

The roar was deafening.

Qiu Harvest swallowed his saliva slightly, but he didn't retreat, and bowed in a proper manner before starting the competition.

Cheng Zhaozhao sat on the test platform, listening to the shouts and cheers of the monks around him.

Apparently they were all screaming for the burly monk.

I don't know when, Liu Fatzi has squeezed to the betting table at the bottom of the viewing table, threw out a storage bag, and gestured at the burly monk.

The monk at the betting table shook his head, and saw that Liu Fatzi walked back with a lack of interest.

"One step late, you can't bet on the start of this competition. ”

"Even if you bet, you can't win. Cheng Zhaozhao looked at the test bench intently, and took the time to answer.

Liu Fatzi said: "Also, the ratio of this strong man is too low, and he can't turn over a few spirit stones even if he wins." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao just smiled.

The burly male cultivator's hand was strong and powerful, and every stroke of the heavy sword carried a strong wind, and when it landed, it made a piercing impact sound.

Autumn Harvest was nimble, dodging quickly, and revolving around the pile of rocks in the test table.

"If it's not interesting, you can't have an open competition. ”

"If you can't beat it, run away, isn't that what you said?" Cheng Zhaozhao said.

Liu Fatzi choked: "Then, it also depends on the occasion, this is a test table." ”

"So what, why not take advantage of the terrain to avoid its edge? You see, this is not the opportunity. ”

As soon as Cheng Zhaozhao's voice fell, Qiu Harvest saw that the burly male cultivator was sweating profusely, and when he let out a loud shout, he jumped up through the stone pile, and the spirit sword in his hand came out and stabbed straight at him.

In the eyes of outsiders, this sword was fast and fierce, and the burly male cultivator immediately raised his heavy sword to resist.

But he didn't want the autumn harvest to just shake a shot, roll on the ground, and stab the sword into his thigh.

The screams rang out, and the burly male cultivator's face turned red, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed down.

And the autumn harvest had already rolled over the mountain wall, and went around behind him to deliver a fatal blow.

Although the autumn harvest was won in the end, there was more than sighing on the stage, just because most of the monks bet on the table that the burly man won.

Liu Fatzi clapped his hands and applauded, but said in his mouth: "Fortunately, I didn't bet on that strong man, otherwise I would really lose all my money." ”

"It's not a martial art. ”

There was a shout of morale from the monks.

This time, it was Liu Fatzi who sneered: "What's not martial, although this autumn harvest seems to be a fluke victory, but he should have had the idea of consuming the energy of that burly male cultivator from the beginning." Because that monk was not a sword cultivator at all, but a body cultivator. ”

"What, physique?"

When a monk heard this, he screamed.

And most of the monks were not surprised, because the vast majority of those present were sword cultivators, and it was quickly clear that this burly man was just holding the heavy sword, and every blow was smashed, which was still very different from the splitting style of the sword cultivation.

The competition platform of the Cangjian Sect did not stipulate that only sword cultivators could participate, and the cultivators quickly accepted it.

"That's it. Cheng Zhaozhao said.

"Who?" Following Cheng Zhaozhao's gaze, Liu Fatzi saw the autumn harvest that had just come down from the test table.

"He's won the competition, and you're still looking for him? In my opinion, you should be looking for the strong man with the developed limbs. Maybe you can also follow Fang Cai's method and escape him!" Liu Fatzi gave Cheng Zhaozhao an idea at the moment.

"Liu Fat, you have such an idea, you can try it with him yourself. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao left this sentence, got off the test table, came to the stone curtain again, pressed Chunfa's name, and wrote his name.

This time, Liu Fatzi was puzzled again: "Didn't you just say the autumn harvest? Why are you looking for spring hair again?"