Just as this person pulled the strings, the yellow-robed man flicked his sleeves, and a red light flew out of his sleeves, and with a flash, it wrapped around the neck of the green-robed man.

"Stop!" a dragon and tiger monk watching the battle snorted coldly, "Wang Xiaoyou, the competition is over!"

"Is this the end? I spent three thousand spirit stones to fight in a real battle, and it will be over in just a dozen breaths?" the blue-robed man looked startled and asked dissatisfied.

"Wang Xiaoyou, find someone who is almost the same as your strength, you have been fighting for three days and three nights, and it is still difficult to distinguish, what is the gain for you? Although Senior Nephew Guo has not been shooting for a long time, he can let you know your own shortcomings!"

"Is that too short, only ten breaths, Senior Lang, can you send another fighting competition!" asked the green-robed monk.

Mortal merchants have a saying that 'customers are the parents of food and clothing', but the Feiyan Dojo obviously did not regard the loose cultivation of the spirit stone as the parents of food and clothing.

The Dragon and Tiger Monk's eyes froze, and his voice was slightly cold:

"Wang Xiaoyou, our Flying Smoke Dojo Fighting Method, but regardless of the time, you can only shoot a few arrows from Liao Liao, that is because your cultivation is not enough, it is your own reason. And you should be glad that this is a confrontation in the dojo, not a life-and-death confrontation, if it is a life-and-death confrontation, you now think that you are in a different place, and you can't die anymore. ”

The green-robed monk surnamed Wang turned pale, although he was not oppressed in his senses, but the other party's words revealed displeasure, the dojo is such a rule, it has always been like this. It's just that in just a moment, it cost three thousand spirit stones, this person was heartbroken for a while before he complained, he thought about it or couldn't offend the seniors of the dojo, and he hoped that the other party would mention more, and said with a smile:

"Senior Lang said very much, it was Wang Mou's gaffe just now, Wang Mou only regarded his own cultivation as a great progress, but he still couldn't last a moment in Guo Daoyou's hands, let alone defeat Guo Daoyou. The monk surnamed Wang said with a smile and apologized politely, and at the same time expressed his kindness to the yellow-robed monk.

The level of scattered cultivation is not high, but the ability to see the wind and rudder is not low.

The burly monk in the yellow robe smiled indifferently and said: "Wang Daoyou has also made a lot of progress, compared with a year ago, you have made a much more neat move, and I beat you this time, in fact, it is just the benefit of the spirit weapon." My red line soul chasing rope, although the power is not large, but when it is activated within ten zhang, the attack speed is one point faster than that of the top spirit weapon, and if the opponent does not check, there is a risk of falling. ”

The yellow-robed monk surnamed Guo touched a ring on his middle finger with one hand, and the [Red Thread Soul Chasing Rope] he said just now was disguised as a ring when he was not urged, and he wore it on his finger, looking at the aura and being inconspicuous.

"It's really a good treasure, with this treasure in hand, when it comes to close combat, it's really hard to guard against. The monk surnamed Wang had a look of envy in his eyes, and secretly thought that he was just careless just now, otherwise he would not have been defeated so quickly.

The monk surnamed Dragon and Tiger on the side seemed to know his thoughts, and chuckled:

"Wang Xiaoyou, did you fall in love with this treasure? I think this treasure is very compatible with you, plus your frog bow, you will have more means when fighting, you can use the bow from afar, and use this treasure from near. ”

The monk surnamed Wang was moved, his expression was overjoyed, and he asked, "Can this spiritual weapon be sold?"

"Of course, as long as Xiaoyou can afford the spirit stone. ”

The Flying Smoke Dojo not only collects spirit stones during the fighting method, but also derives a variety of means of collecting money downward.

After the casual cultivation handed over the spirit stone to learn alchemy, the seniors in the dojo will tell you that a good quality elixir is extremely important for the success rate of the pill, and then intentionally tell you where to buy a good elixir of the highest grade.

After handing over the spirit stone to fight against the actual combat method, after being defeated, the Feiyan Dojo switched to the link of selling spiritual weapons and magic weapons, and these commercial routines of piggyback sales were slowly explored in the operation to maximize benefits.

There are no less than dozens of venues like this in the entire Feiyan Xuan.

There are monks like Wang who send spirit stones to the dojo like flowing water, and there are also those who hone some real skills in the dojo.

In another hall of fighting.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Break through the sword qi!

A man's eyes were bloodshot, almost crazy, and the murderous aura on his body was completely undisguised, and he waved a red copper halberd in his hand like crazy, the halberd was cold, and his strength was not weak.

The other purple-clothed sword was cultivated as fast as the wind, and one after another sword shadows suddenly flew out, but none of them could hurt the other party, but instead aroused the other party's crazy anger, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became.

The expression of the Dragon and Tiger Monk who was watching the battle changed slightly, and the mad man fell into a rage, and his strength increased greatly, and when he went crazy, the terrifying aura invisibly weakened the purple-clothed monk who was sparring in the Feiyan Dojo.

"Fengyan! When facing the enemy, you must not be afraid of your hands and feet, whether you are attacking or defending, you must make a decision immediately, and you can't drag mud and water!"

The Dragon and Tiger Monk who was watching the battle snorted coldly, and instructed the sparring purple-clothed monk in the take-off flue dojo.

According to the rules of the Flying Smoke Dojo, if you are defeated by a casual cultivator, not only will you return the spirit stone that you originally handed over from the casual cultivator, but also a sum of spirit stones that is not small for an iQue monk.

Of course, this is a hustle and bustle, and there are not many fugue monks who can really get it.

What makes Fengyan even more difficult is the rules of the Flying Smoke Dojo. The casual cultivation that comes to fight the Fa all cost spirit stones, which is a business, which means that you can defeat others, but you can't kill others.

Really kill the scattered cultivators who came to conduct the actual combat of the fighting method, or leave injuries that are difficult to recover from in the future, if this situation occurs, who will dare to come to the door in the future?

The monk on the opposite side had black hair and eyebrows, and he was crazy to the point of seeing people kill people, and his eyes were full of crimson, all of which did not look like human beings. Feng Yan has no confidence in his heart, defeating his opponent without hitting him hard.

Feng Yan stepped back, and the Dragon and Tiger Monk, who was watching the battle, frowned, and took a step forward.

Suddenly, the strong wind around this person was agitated, and a powerful momentum erupted, compared with the crazy scattered cultivators, he, the dragon and tiger cultivator, was obviously more than a little bit stronger, under the oppression of that powerful divine consciousness, the scattered cultivation in a state of madness was surging, and the true yuan was stagnant.

"Break this person's arm!" said the Dragon Tiger Monk in a cold voice.

After Feng Yan was stunned, his figure flickered, the cold light of the crystal long sword in his hand flashed, and the blood on the arm of Sanxiu flowed like an infusion, and the scarlet blood was sprinkled on the bluestone one by one.

With a "clang", the injured hand of Sanxiu could no longer hold the copper halberd.

Feng Yan slapped his palm on the chest of the scattered cultivator like lightning, and a layer of blue frost froze the scattered cultivator, and the man's eyes widened, he fainted, and fell straight on the fighting field.

The Dragon Tiger Monk's eyes were cold, "Master Feng's nephew, you are always too soft-hearted, I should have asked you to cut off his arm and let him know the history of the Flying Smoke Dojo, but it took a little spirit stone, and you dare to be able to fight hard here!"

Feng Yan lowered his head to avoid the gaze of the Dragon Tiger Monk, and whispered: "Uncle Yu, this person is a martial cultivator, even if he really breaks his arm, even if he finds the elixir and renews the meridians, it is equivalent to abolishing thirty percent of his cultivation, it is not easy to practice, we have to be forgiving and forgiving." "Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future