This Niu Bugeng carried a golden pestle on his shoulder, which was quite weighty at a glance, and matched his burly figure very well.

All the monks' eyes were focused on him.

"Since this fellow Daoist is so confident, it's really good. You can choose one of the more than twenty late-stage cultivators in front of you. Whoever you challenge, you can choose, but if there is any accident during the competition, I Qingyin Pavilion will not be responsible. Feng Chang said flatly.

Qingyin Pavilion is not a sect, but a merchant whose main business is to sell pills. Businessmen know how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, so before the competition, they should first clear their responsibilities.

"It's nature. Niu Bugeng said with a grin.

The other demon cultivators also nodded their heads and agreed with Feng Changping's statement. After all, both sides were competing for the task quota of Qingyin Pavilion, and they did it voluntarily.

Niu Bugeng's eyes widened and swept over the objects he was about to challenge. Although he said it heroically, he was not stupid, and naturally knew that although the difference between the middle and late stages of Yunhai was only one level, the strength of each other was a big stretch. Even if he thinks he has a magical ability that can turn defeat into victory, he has to be cautious.

Picking out the weakest one in the late Yunhai stage, his probability of winning will increase.

Those clouds either sneered at each other in the later stage, or closed their eyes and were silent...... Although the demeanor is different, they all show an attitude - disdain for Niu Bugeng.

"Ahem!"

At this time, suddenly a demon cultivator coughed violently, and his breath fluctuated. It didn't just cough once, but when it coughed, it was out of control, bending over and almost coughing up all the bitter gall in its body. This cultivator must have suffered extremely serious internal injuries that have not yet healed.

"It's you! I challenge you, do you dare to fight?"

Niu Bugeng was overjoyed, directly crossed the row of demon cultivators in front, pointed directly at the monk who was coughing to the point of almost suffocation, and said excitedly.

"Damn, it's so shameless. ”

"I think that guy doesn't need to make a move at all, he will be angry. ”

"I knew that there was such a soft persimmon, so I was the first to stand up and challenge. Regret, blame me for being half a beat slower, and he took the lead. ”

......

All the demon cultivators were in an uproar, scolding Niu Bugeng for being shameless, but they were all remorseful. I can't wait to pull down Niu Bugeng immediately and challenge the "sick ghost" by myself.

The "sick ghost" finally stopped coughing, and staggered out, his face was sallow, his body was as thin as firewood, and he was simply a hemp pole in front of Niu Bugeng, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

"Ah!" Feng Xiaotong couldn't help but cover his mouth and exclaimed, "With this look, I'm afraid Niu Bugeng can poke him down with one finger." There is no suspense in this battle!"

Lin Xuanqing stared at the "sick ghost", seemed to see something, and suddenly sighed faintly: "There is indeed no suspense." It's just that it's not this demon who is vulnerable, but Niu Bugeng! If he faces other late Yunhai stages, Niu Bugeng may still have the strength to fight, but now, he doesn't even have a chance to fight. ”

"What, do you think the 'sick ghost' can win?" Feng Xiaotong directly regarded the "sick ghost" as the nickname of the hemp demon cultivator.

It's so apt.

"Do you know, why did he become so sick?" Lin Xuanqing turned his head and glanced at Feng Xiaotong.

"Isn't it a serious injury that hasn't healed? Could it be that there are other reasons?" Feng Xiaotong stared at the "sick ghost" for a long time, and he didn't see the slightest bit of fame, so he couldn't help but say suspiciously.

"If I tell you that he doesn't have a single injury on his body, will you believe it or not?" Lin Xuanqing frowned deeply and said in a solemn tone.

Feng Xiaotong blurted out: "There are no injuries, could it be that all this is his disguise?"

She is naturally convinced of Lin Xuanqing's ability, but the "sick ghost" in front of her can't see any flaws at all. If it is really a disguise, it can only be said that his acting skills are too clever and have deceived the eyes of most of the demon cultivators in the square.

"Naturally not. Look at it, and we'll see later. Lin Xuanqing did not break it, but focused on the "sick ghost", his eyes flickering.

In fact, although he is calm on the surface, he has set off a trace of waves in his heart. Unexpectedly, in this group of demon cultivators, there is such a monster hidden.

Even if you are against this demon, you are not half sure of winning.

If it weren't for just now, this demon had inadvertently leaked a trace of evil energy...... Even he was almost deceived.

On the other side, Niu Bugeng had already confronted the "sick ghost". However, it is said that it is a confrontation, but in fact, Niu Bugeng himself chatters.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, don't blame me Niu Bugeng for taking advantage of people's danger, after all, the reward for the mission of Qingyin Pavilion this time is too rich, and no one will not be tempted. ”

"Ahem......" replied with a low cough.

"I think you'd better admit defeat on your own initiative! Your body is too weak to resist my pestle. If I break you, it's not good after all. Niu Bugeng scratched his head and said with a smile.

"Why don't you do it?" "What kind of nonsense?" The "sick ghost" gradually turned from white to red, glowing with a terrifying light, and his tone was full of impatience.

"Hey, you made me do it. Everyone can testify for me, I didn't take the initiative to bully you as a sick man. Niu Bugeng shrugged, looking innocent.

However, at the moment when he shrugged his shoulders, the giant golden pestle suddenly bounced away, roared "hi", and directly threw the golden pestle out of the air.

If the "sick ghost" does not dodge, he will inevitably be directly smashed by the golden pestle.

This Niu Bugeng was still honest and faithful one moment ago, who would have thought that the next moment would be fierce.

Even Feng Xiaotong was startled by his loud roar.

Lin Xuanqing squinted his eyes and stared at the every move of the "tuberculosis ghost", not surprised by Niu Bugeng's performance at all.

Boom!

Seeing that the golden pestle was about to fall on the top of the head of the "tuberculosis ghost", the tuberculosis ghost suddenly raised his arm and rushed at it. A strange yellow mist flew out from his fingertips, quickly wrapped around the golden pestle, and then a muffled sound was heard, and the golden pestle was instantly torn apart. And the next moment, all the cultivators only felt a flower in front of them, and a terrifying evil aura suddenly erupted from the body of the "tuberculosis ghost", and then a huge palm rushed out from its chest......

Rumble......

The cultivators could only see an afterimage, and then Niu Bugeng's head was shattered, his brain splattered, and the body of the "tuberculosis ghost" shook, and he reappeared in the place where he was standing.

The whole process takes place between the electric light and flint.

The "sick tuberculosis ghost" is like just shaking his shoulder, Niu Bugeng's head will be shattered, and the golden pestle will be destroyed.

"Ahh

I don't know who exclaimed, and the cultivators looked at the "sick ghost" with their eyes, as if they were looking at a ghost, and they didn't dare to have a trace of contempt again.

Lin Xuanqing's pupils shrank sharply, and there were hundreds of monks present, I am afraid that he and Feng Changping could see every movement of the "sick ghost" clearly. What surprised him was that the palm that rushed out of the chest of the "sick ghost" was thicker than Niu Bugeng's big hand, and there were a lot of thick yellow hairs on the back of the palm, and the nails were as sharp as knives...... What a palm!

"This demon is ...... It seems that there is still a thing and coexist with it!" When this thought appeared in Lin Xuanqing's mind, even he himself was taken aback.

"Do you still want to pinch the old man's soft persimmon? If not, the old man will go back. The "sick ghost" returned to his sick appearance, his voice was hoarse, and he smiled mockingly at the cultivators, and the meaning of ridicule could not be more obvious.

Soft...... Persimmon?

If he is all soft persimmons, then what are the other demon cultivators?

All the cultivators drooped their heads at the same time, not daring to look at them.

The "sick ghost" looked around and saw that no one dared to challenge again, so he returned to the group of late-stage demon cultivators in the sea of clouds. The late-stage demon cultivators of the Yunhai near him all consciously moved their positions and deliberately distanced themselves from him, as if they didn't want to get too close to such a strange cultivator.

The aura on his body was too dangerous.

"Okay, who else wants to challenge?" Feng Changping glanced at the "sick ghost" deeply, and then slowly paced out, and asked in a loud voice.

With the experience of Niu Bugeng, all the cultivators began to be cautious.

After all, although the reward of Qingyin Pavilion is tempting, it must also be taken with a life! These demon cultivators in the late stage of Yunhai will not have any scruples, and they will die in vain.

Lin Xuanqing saw that no one had fought again for a long time, and guessed that if he didn't make a move, then this opportunity would be lost in vain. I had to sigh lightly in my heart, walked out of the crowd, and said calmly: "I'm willing to give it a try." ”

"Which of them do you want to challenge?" Feng Changping asked in a calm tone.

When Du Qingfeng saw that Lin Xuanqing was actually the second person to stand up and challenge, he couldn't help but shake his head, and it didn't seem that he was very optimistic about him.

"I'll choose him!"

Lin Xuanqing didn't deliberately choose, just pointed at random, and chose one of the demon cultivators, and said lightly.

"I'm rubbing, that's too casual, isn't it?"

"Although Niu Bugeng died unjustly, he was also carefully selected to pick out the weakest. It's good for him to directly designate a repair at will. ”

I don't know if he's too confident in himself, or if he's impatient. ”

......

The cultivators were in an uproar.

Even Du Qingfeng couldn't help but shake his head speechlessly, and he was even more optimistic about Lin Xuanqing. He opened his mouth, wanting to remind him and let him choose carefully.

But in the end, I held back. (To be continued.) )