At this time, I suddenly heard Mu Qingzi say uncontrollably: "Oh, I forgot for my brother, everyone is bound to get medicinal materials, once someone puts forward too many needs, they will be besieged by other sects."

"Really?" Lao Mai bit his lip, and a competitive heart suddenly rose in his heart, as a pure earth inheritance cultivator who had reached the half-step golden pill in less than two years, he didn't believe in fighting those bad old men who had lived for two hundred and five in vain, even if they fought in a wheel battle, they had to accompany them to the end.

Suddenly, a muffled snort crossed his ears, as if someone with profound skills in the distance deliberately transmitted the sound to him, but Lao Mai secretly weighed it, and the cultivator's cultivation did not seem to be higher than him.

At the scene of the Dou Fa meeting, regardless of whether everyone thought that Lao Mai was too arrogant, it could be regarded as the Jinshi Sect had already reported the number, and then the Immortal Dao Sect and the Immortal Sect each stood up a white-bearded old man who Lao Mai had never seen before, and under the exploration with his divine sense, it was all the peak of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building, and the cultivation of the half-step Jindan.

The candidates for these two battles are exactly the same as Lao Mai, and they both propose to share half of the profits.

The next one to stand up was a member of the Tianji Sect, and he was also an old man in a Taoist robe who had built the foundation of the Great Perfection, but he didn't reach the cultivation of the top half-step Jindan, and he didn't ask for half of the amount again, but only reported that he wanted a quarter.

The last one left was Hua Yuanzong, there was no movement for a long time, and I saw Teng Jidao, who had been sitting and did not stand up, and said with a strong smile: "I, Hua Yuanzong, have given up this competition, and the highest cultivation is only for me to build a half-step foundation for the Great Perfection, and I am also cannon fodder when I go up, and this sect will not participate this time, please do it." ”

After the report was completed, as the only remaining third-party adjudicator, Huayuan Sect Master Teng Dao announced that the two sides of the competition had sent people to the stage, only to see Lao Mai pick up a very large brick from his side, stand up and walk towards the fighting platform.

Lao Mai recently browsed through the earth-based spell books displayed during the Great Perfection of Foundation Building, and found that there were no offensive spells, even those two called those who were called Endless Destruction and Ten Thousand Beasts had to use foreign objects to cast spells, and he had practiced them all.

He thought that the Dharma Fighting Society would always have some magic weapons in hand, and there was no other way, so he picked up a lot of bricks, rocks, and cement piers that were hard and heavy enough, and pinched them together repeatedly with True Yuan Force, pinched them into the style of a brick, and refined them into a magic weapon by physical means.

During this period of time, Lao Mai didn't know how many things he had pinched in, and the brick had become swarthy, and it was no wonder that it didn't weigh tons in his hand.

In addition to such physical kneading and compression molding, he also managed to fuse some spells, and also put a very basic prohibition, which is also a small result of his beginning to study the formation, which can be enlarged and reduced, change shape, and can also be separated and merged, which can be regarded as a refining magic weapon

Lao Mai walked up to the fighting platform with a large black brick in his hand, and saw a futon in the center of the square platform, so he sat down cross-legged there and raised his head to look at the opposite platform.

The center of the fighting platform on the opposite side also sat down with an old man, and Lao Mai looked at it and recognized it as a member of the Tianji Sect who had just spoken.

I saw that the old Taoist arched his hand and said: "I have seen a fellow Daoist, the poor Dao Ethereal Soul is not talented, forgive me for trespassing first." ”

While talking, he pinched a few tricks, and threw out eight small flags with the other hand, flew over the open space between the two platforms, and inserted them in front of the old wheat bucket platform in an arc.

Then, the old Taoist ethereal spirit boy danced around with his hands flying like playing Tai Chi, but he was still sitting firmly on the futon, not knowing what the hell he was doing.

Lao Mai held the self-made brick magic weapon in his right hand, and was trying to see clearly what the other party was dancing with, and was about to put something out, when he suddenly saw a change in the scenery in front of him, and the platform and the surrounding environment on the opposite side disappeared completely, and a gloomy, obscuring the sky and the old forest appeared around him.

I saw that in the forest, there were countless ancient trees that could not be hugged by one person, and Lao Mai's eyes had not yet adapted to the change of light, so he only heard someone in the dense forest faintly shouting in a thick voice: "Down the mountain——"

Suddenly, I heard the creak of a big tree breaking, and a thick giant tree brushed the tips of the other trees, and fell straight in the direction where Lao Mai was sitting.

Lao Mai was startled, and hurriedly jumped up and hid to the side, but heard another "down the mountain—" and another huge tree fell in the direction where he had hidden.

He hurried back a few steps, only to hear the shouting of the mountain rush one after another.

"Down the hill—"

"Down the hill"

"Shunshan ......"

Lao Mai shouted as the logging became denser and denser, and he dodged the giant trees that fell from his head, and unconsciously retreated a few more steps.

Suddenly, the leg that stepped back stepped on the ground, and he quickly leaned forward to stabilize it, without falling backwards, and his heart sank, thinking that he was already on the road.

Originally, it was an open space between the two platforms, where did you come from in the deep mountains and old forests, the old Taoist ethereal spirit son of the Heavenly Machine Sect who came to fight the law, must have performed an illusion.

Thinking of the eight small flags that the old way preemptively thrown, it may be a formation flag, it seems that he set up a phantom array first, Lao Mai stabilized his body with strength, and walked towards the giant tree that rushed in front of him, and sure enough, the giant tree just came to him, and disappeared without a trace.

Lao Mai ignored the fallen trees, returned to the futon a few steps, and suddenly heard a sound of wind falling from the trees that was different from Shicai, and when he looked up, he saw a thick log splitting down, without bark and branches, not like the freshly felled one, but like real wood.

Lao Mai's breath was suffocated, so he turned his heart sideways, and even forgot to pinch the trick, and smashed the bricks in his hand straight towards the thick logs in the air.

In the recent days, the liquefied true element in the dantian has been compressed by more than one-third, and his physical body has also been condensed a lot, and his right hand has a lot of strength, and tons of things can be played with casually.

He used the gesture of throwing stones to hit the birds when he was a child, and the blackboard bricks were about to fly out, and the rough wood that was smashed down from the middle of the pocket was only heard with a bang, and the rough wood was smashed and dropped to the side.

Lao Mai was a little annoyed in his heart, and secretly sighed that he had no experience in fighting, and when he saw that the log that was obviously a magic weapon fell outside his platform, there was no movement for a while, so he estimated the distance of the other party's platform, pinched a trick, and threw the bricks into the air.

The brick flew quickly into the air and smashed over, and in the process of flying, it grew larger on one side, and finally became the size of a door panel.

Because the phantom array was still there, Lao Mai was in the deep forest of the illusion, and he couldn't see the scene opposite, but only heard the sound of a stone slab hitting the rattan basket on the opposite platform.

The illusion of the deep mountains and old forests suddenly dissipated, and a large area of ancient trees and mountains disappeared immediately, and Lao Mai's vision was restored, and he could already see the real fighting scene.

But I saw that in the center of the fighting platform opposite, the stone door board made of bricks was obliquely pressed against a rattan pocket, and the inside seemed to be the ethereal spirit of the Heavenly Machine Sect, who was struggling.

The rattan pocket is estimated to be a defensive magic weapon, and suddenly such a large stone slab is smashed down, and the ethereal spirit can't dodge it for a while, so he has to sacrifice this magic weapon to protect himself, but he didn't think that the stone slab would be so heavy, so that he couldn't get out of the vine pocket.

If an ordinary cultivator does not refine his body and specializes in cultivating true qi and true yuan mana, his physical strength is not much better than that of ordinary martial arts practitioners.

Lao Mai's deformed brick weighed tons, like the weight of a car, and it was so powerful that he could not break free from the old Dao Ethereal Spirit of the Heavenly Machine Sect who was covered in a rattan pocket.

Of course, he can also use other spells to open the slate, but Lao Mai's skill is higher than him, and the slate hits him, and he can continue to cast spells to increase the force, and then he can't get rid of the gravity of the slate.

At this time, Teng Jidao, who could only hear Teng Jidao, who had withdrawn from this fight to do third-party arbitration, raised his voice and said: "This competition, Jin Shizong won completely," and then he was ready to announce that the remaining two cases in this game would compete with each other.

When Lao Mai heard that he had won, he took back the slate and let the embarrassed Heavenly Machine Sect Ethereal Lingzi get out and leave, and was about to retreat from the fighting platform, when he suddenly heard a "Daoist friend and slow" coming, and couldn't help but raise his eyes a little stunned.

The four sects participate in the competition, according to the regulations, they must first fight each other, and then the winner and the winner, the loser and the loser will compete again, and finally a duel will determine the ownership of the share of medicinal materials.

I saw that the one who shouted "Slow" was the half-step Jin Dan white-bearded old man of the Immortal Sect, who stepped into the air from his own stand, as if a small cloud-like water vapor appeared under his feet, and he slid onto the fighting platform where the Heavenly Machine Sect's Ethereal Spirit had just left.

Standing in the center of the Doufa platform, the old Dao of the Immortal Sect hugged his fists and said: "Poor Dao Immortal Sect Shui Xuanzi, I have seen Daoyou, I see that Daoist friends have profound skills, and their skills are itchy for a while, so I want to ask Daoyou for a lesson or two, and I hope to give you advice." ”

Lao Mai heard the voice a little familiar, very similar to the one who had just snorted in his ear, this time he didn't need Mu Qingzi to remind him, he knew that these three sects must be playing wheel warfare, so he turned around and sat down with a calm face.

More than ten or twenty years of study and official career seem to have worn off the edges and corners of Lao Mai's body, but once he is angered, the singleton strength that he often fought in groups when he was a child will come out.

Immortal Sect Shui Xuanzi sat down slowly on the futon in the center of the Doufa Platform and said, "If the poor Dao Fighting loses, our sect will immediately give up the demand for the main medicine of Juyuan Dan. ”

This is also the rule of the ring wheel war, take the initiative to participate in the wheel war, the loser must completely give up his needs, otherwise, the loser can still have a share of the shame, everyone will follow suit, there are no rules, it is not chaotic.

This is also Lao Mai's second fight, his experience is still insufficient, facing opponents at the same level, there is still no way to preemptively, so he hugged his fists and said: "Captain Shuidao, please shoot first." ”

When he said this, he seemed to be declaring the generosity of a winner in the last game, and he seemed to be full of confidence, but it made Shui Xuanzi on the other party's platform sneer in his heart, and said secretly, Lao Dao is afraid that if you don't let me make the first move, I will smash the tombstone for you first, and I will be passive.

I saw Shui Xuanzi pinching the magic trick with one hand, and drawing one circle after another with the other hand, and in an instant, a silver glittering bright spot suddenly appeared in the air, vaguely accompanied by a subtle collision sound.

Those bright spots fell from the sky and approached quickly, like a sudden hailstorm, which immediately enveloped the platform on which Lao Mai Pan was sitting.

"It's the Ice Pick Technique!"

I don't know which stand it was, someone shouted in surprise, and almost all the cultivators in the stand all had a feeling of being shocked when they saw it.