The white-haired old man raised his hand and made a move, and the strange long knife immediately trembled again, appearing out of thin air in a place far in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of the spirit needle hitting the knife surface was like a storm, and it resounded throughout the stone platform for a while.

The white-haired old man stroked his long beard, slightly revealing a smug look.

Not only is this spiritual weapon of his own powerful under a single blow, but the material of the blade is extremely strong, and it is also very effective for defense, now that I think about it, I am afraid that there are few people in the entire Lingyun Peak who can have such treasures.

Fang Nan stood under the stage, his brows furrowed suddenly, and his gaze fell on the back of the white-haired old man.

"Seems to be ......"

Feeling the strange aura fluctuations coming from there, before Fang Nan could give a loud warning, a dark cyan figure suddenly burst out from the white-haired old man's feet, effortlessly penetrating the weakest bottom of the defensive shield and stabbing fiercely into the white-haired old man's abdomen!

"Something!"

The white-haired old man also reacted instantly, his right hand turned pale gold in an instant, grabbed the short figure that was on his waist and threw it heavily on the ground.

"It's Qingluo Scorpion!"

"It's actually advanced, Wang Yan actually has such a spirit worm!"

"Sneak attack, shameless!"

When the scattered cultivators in the audience saw the figure that stood up unharmed after fluttering on the ground, their faces changed greatly.

I saw that on the smooth stone platform, there was a giant scorpion that was two feet long, with a dark blue body, thick black lines on its back, huge stings, and an inch long brown fluff, and at this moment the tail stinger was hanging high, staring fiercely at the white-haired old man in front of him.

Fang Nan's eyes moved slightly, this Qingluo scorpion was quite famous among low-level spirit insects, and its toxicity was quite violent, and judging from the size of this Qingluo scorpion and the thickness of the black lines on its back, it was obviously the kind that had advanced once, almost equivalent to a second-level demon beast.

At the same time, the pale blue smoke that originally permeated the surroundings basically dissipated, and the divine consciousness was no longer covered on the stone platform.

The white-haired old man flashed sharply, and was about to make a move, but suddenly snorted and leaned down in pain.

The strange long knife lost the support of the source of the aura, and fell to the ground with a "dang long".

Trembling, he moved his hand to his abdomen, where a small hole the size of a finger was broken at some point, and faintly dark blue blood was pouring out of the small hole, staining the old man's small half of his clothes, dripping on the stone platform floor, and in less than a moment it merged into a large pool.

Qin Dan was stunned for a moment, and after glancing at the Qingluo Scorpion that was staring at him, he immediately reacted and shouted at the stage: "Wang Daoyou, admit defeat! We will admit defeat this time, otherwise you will die on the spot!"

Then he turned to Wang Yan, who was walking slowly, and shouted: "Wang Yan! You have already won this time, don't stop yet!"

Wang Yan really stopped when he heard this, and after glancing at Qin Dan with a bit of disdain in his eyes, he slowly turned to the white-haired old man's side.

The white-haired old man struggled to raise his head, and after a long silence, he finally spoke.

The old man admits defeat. ”.

Wang Yan smiled, "This is my good uncle." ”

As soon as his divine sense moved, the Qingluo scorpion quickly climbed up Wang Yan's body and landed on his shoulder.

"After all, you are an elder, how can you be embarrassed to let you suffer from poison entering your body?"

He took out a dark green pill the size of a projectile from the storage bag, and shot it into the hand of the old man surnamed Wang with a flick of his fingers.

"This is the antidote to the toxicity of the Qingluo scorpion, after swallowing it, there will be no hidden dangers after meditating and cultivating for half an hour, the third uncle group, the younger generation will not help you step down. Wang Yan laughed, swaggered off the stage, and glanced at Fang Nan when he passed in front of a group of scattered cultivators.

Fang Nan smiled slightly, and watched the other party return to the side of the miscellaneous disciple.

......

After the white-haired old man was helped down by the two loose cultivators, he didn't dare to swallow the pill in the slightest, sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and meditated.

Glancing at the white-haired old man worriedly, Qin Dan's brows furrowed tightly, and he looked around at everyone: "Brother Wang's cultivation is the highest among us, I originally thought that this one had a great chance of winning, but I never thought that this Wang Yan actually had a Qingluo scorpion, and he also launched a sneak attack under the cover of the hookah talisman. As a result, the next two formations will be difficult to win. ”

The rest of the scattered cultivators all nodded when they heard this, and their faces were not very good-looking.

Glancing at Fang Nan, who was standing on the side like an outsider, the low-stature monk surnamed Song sighed, "Brother Fang must be placed in the last battle this time, with Brother Fang here, we will definitely be able to win the third formation, the key is who should play in this second battle." ”

"If other people are okay to say, they are afraid of meeting that Huang An, we are not Brother Fang, facing the monks of the eighth layer of Qi refining, I am afraid that there is no chance of winning at all. Qin Dan's brows were still tightly locked, this result of the first formation was obviously much beyond his expectations.

After all, on the surface, whether in terms of cultivation or spiritual weapons, the old man surnamed Wang was a cut above Wang Yan, and before the two of them fought the law, Qin Dan almost thought that this battle would be won.

"Brother Liang's magic weapon was destroyed twice in the Demon Beast Mountain Range before, and Brother Song is not very good at fighting with people, so it really can't be done, and only Qin is here this time. Qin Dan was silent for a while, and finally made up his mind to do so.

When the other monks saw his attitude, they couldn't help but look at each other.

The monk surnamed Song, who knew each other well, couldn't help but ask, "Brother Qin's puppet was not damaged a lot in Youyun Peak, and most of your strength is in the puppet technique, so how can it be good?"

Qin Dan smiled bitterly, and took out a black puppet shaped like a giant rat from the storage bag, "Brother Song doesn't know, Qin has also spent some time repairing it in the past few days, although it is not as good as before the damage, but it should not be much of a problem if you fight in a short time." ”

"......"

The monk surnamed Song hesitated and wanted to say something, but Fang Nan on the side looked at him with a smile and interrupted him lightly:

"It's better to let Fang go on this scene?"

"Never!"

When Qin Dan heard this, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly dissuaded, "Brother Fang is the killer weapon we are waiting for, so I ...... it first until the end."

"Brother Qin, it's better to see who the other party is in the second game. ”

Fang Nan waved his hand casually, letting Qin Dan swallow the rest of his words, he glanced at the other side of the stone platform with a smile, and motioned for the others to look.

Qin Dan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look, but saw that after discussing for a moment with a group of miscellaneous disciples opposite, it turned out to be a yellow-shirted monk with a dark complexion.

"Huang An, why is he!"

Qin Dan let out a low cry of disbelief.

Shouldn't the other party's killer weapon be this one, how could he be the first to stand up in the second formation?