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As for the Dingyan Pill, that is, after swallowing this Pill, the appearance will be fixed in the current appearance, whether it is sixty years from now, or a hundred years from now, even if it is about to die of old age, the appearance will still remain the same as it is now.

Mu Yu looked at these two pills, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

After a little hesitation, Mu Yu smiled, first ate the beauty pill, and after digesting the medicinal effect, he swallowed the beauty pill.

There was a slight squirming of his face, and after a while, Mu Yu took out a mirror and looked back and forth with his head shaken.

...... Well, it's a lot whiter, it seems...... The appearance has also improved, so a loss?

Tooth smiled, Mu Yu withdrew the mirror, stood up lazily and stretched.

Immediately, Mu Yu lowered his head, looked at the yuan tile in his hand, and began to slowly inject spiritual power to refine this treasure.

......

About half an hour later, Mu Yu bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a ball of essence blood, and after injecting it into this yuan tile, he saw a flash of light on the buzzing ground, and suddenly there was some kind of mental connection with this yuan tile, which was very familiar and kind.

soothed the spirit of the Yuan tiles, and after a little communication, one person and one spirit are no strangers.

Mu Yu weighed the yuan tile in his hand, and suddenly glanced at the bluestone next to him, suddenly raised his arm, and smashed it fiercely.

Bang!

Thousands of silver magnets burst out from the bricks, and the yuan tiles have not yet hit the bluestone, and these yuan magnetic power alone has smashed this thousand-pound bluestone.

A cloud of smoke and dust flew everywhere, and small stone chips flew in the void.

After seeing this scene, Mu Yu couldn't help but smack his lips, and felt a little bit of this baby's power in his heart......

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On the fourth day, the demon hunting competition entered the most intense time.

The cultivators who participated in the competition had already dropped by seven or eight tenths, and those who remained were all strong people. Perhaps among this group of people, there is also luck to avoid crisis after crisis, but there are too few such people after all......

In addition to this, there are people who hide somewhere, want to fish in troubled waters, and pick up leaks at the last moment...... For example, a pastor is such a person.

Shepherd is very idle these days...... To put it bluntly, it is rarely troublesome. It's not that he's afraid of anything, but on the fourth day, he's going to fight for his head and bleed, and it's really not worth it.

I believe that when the fifth day comes, it will be the real Armageddon.

Boom!

Somewhere on a cliff, a boulder was flapped away with brute force.

Immediately, a young man in a white robe with a white face flew out of the hole, harnessed a sword of good quality, and flew towards the sky.

"Well, pinch your fingers, there is still one day, and the demon hunting competition will end......" The white-faced young man muttered, he was a cat hiding in this cave for a few days.

"It's time to close the net. Mu Yu smiled slightly, as if he saw one fat big fish after another, jumping into his basket......

In the forest of trees, there is a scorched spot.

In this place, there are more than a dozen figures, divided into two camps to confront each other.

The atmosphere was calm and cold. The sound of a leaf falling can be heard clearly.

I don't know when, the leader moved, and a chain reaction was launched, and more than ten figures present collided towards each other at the same time.

Whoa......

Countless magic weapons were entangled in the void, and there was a crisp sound like ping-pong or sonorous power.

The crowd was crowded, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Dressed in an invisible cloak, Mu Yu, who was holding the stealth technique, quietly hid in a bush, squatted down, like a ferocious cheetah ready to attack, coldly watching the fight between these two groups of people.

Fortunately, the attention of these two groups of people is on each other's bodies, and they lack a certain vigilance against the surrounding environment, otherwise, Muyu cannot guarantee that his whereabouts will not be noticed.

After all, the people who have survived until now, or who have not been kicked out, are not very simple people......

Burst!

A sword glowing with cold light, like a meteorite outside the sky, fell from the sky, directly slashing through the skull of a foundation building monk, the Mud Pill Palace and the Yuan Shen were split in half together, and the thick sword marks tore his body even more, turned into two halves, and flew out to both sides.

With the killing of the first foundation monk, the fierceness and killing intent in the hearts of the monks present was completely ignited, turned into a raging fire, and launched a more violent and violent attack.

Second, third, fourth......

Human life is like a mustard, and from time to time high-ranking monks fall.

They were either unwilling, or laughing, or angry and fell to the sword of their opponents.

In the end, both groups of people paid an extremely heavy price, the team lost two-thirds, looked at each other angrily, but unwillingly found that they could not help each other at all.

However, just as the two sides were about to make a truce, suddenly, there was a small noise in the grass, and a group of eleven monks, with a playful and indifferent smile, walked out slowly.

"It's so lively, I almost missed a good show...... a lonely young man sneered a few times, squinted at the scarred crowd, and stroked his palm happily.

"Your Excellency, do you want to take advantage of the danger of others?!" a half-hundred monk's face changed, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice.

"Hey, this demon hunting competition is originally the rule of "either you die or I die", so what's the point of taking advantage of people's danger?" The arrogant young man sneered disdainfully, pointed at the other party, and said: "Obediently offer your demon hunting card, and after I empty the value in your card, I will naturally let you go, otherwise...... Hey. ”

The two groups of people on the opposite side, at some point, actually came together, looking at the group of arrogant young men with jealousy and solemnity on their faces.

Obviously, this group of people are mainly arrogant young people, and they seem to have a faint respect for him?

"Have you ever heard of the Sword Transformation Sect?" a strong man asked coldly.

"Huajian Gate?" Everyone was stunned at first, and then when they looked at the arrogant young man, they seemed to think of something, and they all gasped.

The corners of the strong man's mouth grinned, and he pointed at the arrogant young man with respect on his face, and said: "This is the young sect master of our Sword Sect! If you know each other, you will obediently present your demon hunting card, and in the future, the Sword Gate will naturally not treat you badly." ”

The pastoral language in the grass, after hearing the words of the strong man, was in a trance.

Huajianmen, the pastoral language has heard, it is a three-grade sect in the north of Lingling, it is rumored that the ancestor of his sect is in the infancy of Chongguan Yuan, if it is successful, Huajianmen will undoubtedly be immediately promoted to a four-grade sect, which has led to the Huajianmen in recent years, the name of the immortal cultivation world is quite loud. Every once in a while, there is some news related to the Sword Gate, and it is impossible not to be known.

However, even so, the young sect master of the Sword Transformation Sect could not take a shortcut and worship the Kunling Sect. The mode that can only participate in the assessment is the only way.

If the arrogant young man was the young sect master of the Sipin Sect, for the sake of the face of the ancestor of his sect, the Kunling Sect might give a few places.

To put it bluntly, the various sects in the immortal cultivation world have an unusually strict class division, which also leads to interests and treatment, which is also linked to class.

If Mu Yu is not mistaken, the one around the arrogant young man should be the foundation building powerhouse of the Huajian Gate, and all of them are good at cultivation, and they are generally above the middle stage of foundation building, but it makes the head of the Huajian Sect take a lot of thought and effort.

The faces of those two groups of people were also blue for a while and white for a while, with their heads bowed, as if they were considering.

After a while, they were covered with scars and smiled helplessly, took out the demon hunting card from the storage bag, and their hands were about to dedicate it.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, and black smoke billowed and obscured the sun. In the hands of these two groups of people, all the demon hunting cards that were originally going to be dedicated to the arrogant young man were swept away.

"Bold!" The arrogant young man was furious, and the strong people who built the foundation behind him also opened their eyes one after another, and took out their magic weapons to look at them.

I saw that a group of nearly twenty foundation building monks walked out of a certain piece of grass with a sneer on their faces, and a middle-aged monk with dark eyes in front of him burst out of a black gang wind with his palm fingers, and more than ten demon hunters were stuck in the gang wind.

Immediately, the middle-aged monk unceremoniously distributed the demon hunting cards in Gangfeng to his companions, and emptied the values in the demon hunting cards.

Clusters of silver light flickered, and in an instant, the bodies of the two groups of people were enveloped, along with the dead bodies on the ground, and the next moment, the group of people disappeared out of thin air, leaving only blood stains and devastation on the ground.

"You are looking for death!" The arrogant young man gritted his teeth, and suddenly sacrificed a huge knife, and in an instant, with a kick of his hind foot, he rushed out towards the gloomy middle-aged man like a roar.

The ten guards behind him hurriedly rushed out, faintly surrounding the arrogant young man in the middle.

"Snort, what should I be, it turned out to be a vase with ten waste. The middle-aged man sneered, and the black wind in his hand was thrown out violently, suddenly enlarging rapidly in the space, until the clouds covered the sun, and even the earth collapsed deeply.

This Black Wind is not a magical spell, but a superb acquired spirit treasure that has been refined in a middle-aged place called 'Black Wind Jedi'.

As soon as this wind comes out, even a city with a population of one million can be destroyed in a few breaths, so you can imagine the domineering of this magic weapon.

Sting!

The giant knife slashed horizontally, and a touch of the forest mang shone in the sunlight, revealing an incomparably dazzling luster.

However, in the face of this black wind, it didn't work at all, but was swallowed by the black wind in the blink of an eye.

"Young Sect Master be careful!" the strong man shouted, sacrificed a meteor hammer, threw it diagonally, and smashed into the black wind, causing the black wind to tremble violently, pausing for a moment.

The arrogant young man was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, although he had the strength of the early stage of foundation building, but because the spiritual root was not outstanding, he had been in retreat and penance for more than 30 years, and he barely broke through to the realm of foundation building.

Looking at the arrogant young man's appearance, he suddenly made the seventeen foundation building monks on the opposite side laugh.

"You...... You...... Do you know who I am?" the arrogant young man forcibly calmed down, trying to put on his identity and intimidate the other party.

"Hmph, the old man doesn't care who you are, even if you are the young master of the Sipin Sect, here, your bright coat is useless!" An old man in a robe, snorted, and said suddenly.

"Young Sect Master, the situation is not favorable to us now, I suggest ......" A foundation building monk from the Sword Transformation Sect lowered his voice and said to the arrogant young man, however, before he could finish speaking, the latter rudely interrupted him: "Don't mention any retreat, my ears are about to be cocooned by you in the past few days! Always retreat, always retreat, how can I win this assessment? Just these seventeen people on the other side, the value in the demon hunting card is estimated to be more than mine!"

The arrogant young man gritted his teeth and looked at each other, raised his arm, and the giant knife with a cold luster pointed at them, and immediately shouted: "Kill one, give a bottle of second-grade pill!"

I don't know if it was the complaining words of the arrogant young man, or the effect of the elixir reward, as soon as the words fell, the ten foundation building monks immediately gritted their teeth and rushed over one after another.

Although eleven people against seventeen people, the former is obviously at a disadvantage.

However, except for the arrogant young man, the other ten people are all foundation building monks with strong combat effectiveness in the Sword Sect, not only are they generally above the other party, but they are also far superior to the other party in terms of magic weapons and various magical spells.

Therefore, from the first round of the fight, until now, the two sides have been in a state of stalemate, if it were not for the cultivators of the Sword Sect, they would have had a slight upper hand if they wanted to protect the arrogant young man all the time.

Obviously, the arrogant young man did not feel that he was a drag oil bottle, but rushed to the front in a hurry, causing these ten Sword Gate Foundation Cultivators to become a little constrained, and gradually felt a trace of dissatisfaction and helplessness.

About half an hour later, the fighting between the two sides reached a tragic level. From time to time, someone screamed to the end and lost his breath.

And this kind of fighting also attracted the nearby monks, and they unconsciously felt that they had joined the battlefield, and as time passed, it turned into a scene of hundreds of foundation building monks.

In a certain piece of grass, Mu Yu moved quietly, like a cunning fox, scurrying in the middle of the battlefield, picking up the storage bags scattered on the ground, and taking out the delightful demon hunting cards with a smile.

However, the person who had the same idea as the pastoral language accidentally collided with him.

- Two hands, grabbing a storage bag at the same time. And the atmosphere has become a little quiet and subtle.

The two raised their heads and glared at each other like two tigers, staring at each other for a long time.

Immediately, the other party sacrificed a sword and slashed towards Mu Yu, and Mu Yu also sneered back, patted the storage bag, sacrificed a brick, and in the stunned expression on the other party's face, a brick smashed his head......

Easily snatched the storage bag, swept his senses, and in the smile on Mu Yu's face, he took out a demon hunting card, and swiped it with his own demon hunting card, the value suddenly changed, and it was frozen in the words "three thousand one hundred and ninety" in an instant.