Xiuxian exchange system

Lai Wuhen took the lead on the stage, and turned around in a circle towards the audience.

His popularity is still very high, especially among the disciples in the Qi refining period, they almost regard him as an idol.

However, few monks in the foundation building period are optimistic about him.

As for the Jindanqi monks, apart from the Shi Junming who opened the gambling table, only another Jindanqi monk was present, and the rest were either retreating or going out.

On the contrary, Wen Yudie and Wei Ziming also hid in a room on the upper floor and watched all this.

"Senior brother Wei, what do you think of my disciple?" Wen Yudie smiled sweetly.

"There are some unique features. If you have more time to grow, it is not impossible to become the No. 1 monk in the foundation building period." Wei Ziming swept his consciousness and knew Lai Wuhen's cultivation level like the palm of his hand.

"So, senior brother Wei is also optimistic about that boy Min?" Wen Yudie looked a little unhappy.

Although she only came into contact with Lai Wuhen once, she still has good eyesight for seeing people. Using him this time has caused a lot of trouble for Tianjianmen and Yushouzong. I was a little happy with my choice.

"Boy Min has a strong background, but it's a pity that some things are still too persistent, otherwise he would have advanced to the Golden Core Stage. Now that I see these juniors so unbearable, I feel a little ashamed to go to see the master." Wei Ziming said unexpectedly There is some helplessness.

"Senior Brother Wei, why is this so? Didn't you get a water-attribute Spiritual Root Pill, but I don't know how sure you are of this advanced Huashen?" Wen Yudie's tone began to look a little dignified.

"It's not easy to be sure, but my life is approaching, so I will do my best, but you, if I'm not here, the burden of this sect will be on you alone." Wei Ziming fell into deep thought as he spoke. .

Wen Yudie looked at Lai Wuhen and stopped talking.

Min Maoyan, who was dressed in a fiery red Taoist robe, arrived late, and landed on the ring after a flash of light. The aura on his body was undisguised.

Some disciples in the Qi refining period felt this breath, and they broke out in cold sweat.

"Brother Min." Lai Wuhen saluted Min Maoyan.

Min Maoyan swept away Lai Wuhen with his spiritual sense: "Junior Brother Lai."

Before he came, he had already ordered people to inquire about all the news about Lai Wuhen, and even made an investigation into his background.

But the time for Lai Wuhen's rise is too short, and the speed of advancement is extremely fast, so there is not much effective news at all.

"The rules of the competition, until one party admits defeat or is knocked off the ring, life and death will not be investigated. When the restriction is lifted, the competition can begin." A deacon in the foundation period jumped off the ring after speaking.

The restrictions outside the arena were opened one by one, and a layer of halo descended from the sky, enveloping the entire arena.

"Poor luck is detected, the host is facing killing intent, and the bad luck value is increased by 100 million."

Hearing the voice of the system, Lai Wuhen was not surprised. If there is no killing intent in the monks' struggle, there is no way to do their best.

He was no exception, with Yuan Hong Dao in his hand, his killing intent was evident on his body.

Seeing that what Lai Wuhen was holding turned out to be a warrior's weapon, Min Maoyan was not careless, the light on his body flashed into the air, and as soon as he raised his hand, eighteen flying knives flashed out and shot at Lai Wuhen. go.

There was a flash of light on Lai Wuhen's body, and the Yuanhong knife was slashed out one after another, rebounding all the flying knives and returning.

His magic power is not weaker than Min Maoyan's, coupled with his body training skills, this tentative attack has no effect at all.

Min Maoyan retracted the saber weapon, and with a flick of his fingertips, beams of light shot out like cannonballs, circled in the air, and hit Lai Wuhen from all directions, blocking all his escape routes.

Lai Wuhen didn't dodge or dodge, as soon as he raised his hand, thunderbolts struck out from his palms, forming a grid around him, blocking all the beams of light.

Those monks who were not optimistic about Lai Wuhen actually regretted it a little. They didn't expect that Lai Wuhen would be able to deal with it calmly when the fight started. Didn't it mean that he has just advanced to the foundation building period?How could this combat power be so terrifying.

Lai Wuhen didn't care what these people thought, and with a flash of light on his body, he rushed towards Min Maoyan. Since his mana was comparable, if he could get close, he might have the upper hand.

But seeing that Min Maoyan didn't dodge or dodge, he stretched out his fists to hit Yuanhong Dao.

Yuan Hong Dao slashed Min Maoyan's fists, and Lai Wuhen felt that he had hit a peak of ten thousand zhang. A huge counter-shock force came, and the blood in his body was surging, and his body was facing backwards several times. A somersault, just now to stabilize the figure.

But Min Maoyan didn't wait for Lai Wuhen to make any moves, a light flashed on his body, and he punched Lai Wuhen again.

Lai Wuhen stood in front of him again with a horizontal knife, and was shot backwards by the blow again. The magic power on his body was fully activated, and he circled in the air. Just as he was about to stabilize his body, Min Maoyan chased after him again. Last time, the number of punches in a row was out.

Although the Yuanhong knife blocked all of Min Maoyan's attacks, there were bursts of piercing sounds, and the edges of the Yuanhong knife unexpectedly cracked one by one.

This made Lai Wuhen gasp in his heart. Min Maoyan didn't have any body training skills, and he didn't sense the existence of magical artifacts on his fists. How could his physical strength be so strong.

The Yuanhong knife that I strengthened with my true energy would not be damaged even if it touched the magic weapon head-on, and it couldn't resist the opponent's fist.

This is simply incredible.

Before Lai Wuhen could figure it out, Min Maoyan attacked again, Yuan Hong Dao blocked it, but there was a crisp sound, Yuan Hong Dao was cut in two from the middle.

There was a flash of light in Lai Wuhen's hand, and the spirit-eating claws appeared, and he struck out in the middle, which was able to catch Min Maoyan's fists.

An anti-shock force came from his body, and it was only at this time that Lai Wuhen's spiritual sense could see clearly that layers of turtle-like carapaces appeared on Min Maoyan's fists.

He had never heard of this kind of supernatural power, so he didn't have time to think about it. There was a flash of light on his body, and he hid around the ring with full escape speed.

Min Maoyan kept chasing after him, and Lai Wuhen's strategy of getting close had completely lost its effect. On the contrary, Min Maoyan was always thinking of getting close to give Lai Wuhen a fatal blow.

"This boy Min, his cultivation level hasn't improved much, but the magical powers of this imitation beast have been practiced very well." Wen Yudie muttered to himself.

"It's a supernatural power if it's used well. If it's not used well, it's very easy to be backlashed. If he didn't insist on practicing this side art, why would he not be able to form a pill?" Wei Ziming actually had a tone of hatred.

Seeing that Min Maoyan was overtaking Lai Wuhen, he didn't dare to take his fist hard, a blue light shot out from his waist, and struck towards Min Maoyan.

Although Taotie's cultivation is still at the second level, his body size has grown a lot. As soon as it appeared, all four claws came out and collided with Min Maoyan.

Some monks who came here for Taotie couldn't help but exclaimed loudly when they saw this.