Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

Sikong Changming stood on one side, his eyes were calm, without any look of panic.

His eyes swept over Luo Wujie who was on the side.

the enemy?friend?
This disciple who appeared out of nowhere had a look of urgency and righteousness.

However, in the eyes of Sikong Changming, it is also not credible.

From the moment he entered the outer sect, he had already felt the cruelty of the cultivation world.

When there is action, there must be demand.

What's more, if you get help from others.

Debts of favor are always the hardest to repay.

"I'm not interested in the Jiuqu League, and I don't want to exchange this Fahua Pill."

He said lightly, with no expression on his face, but the magic power in his body had already condensed.

The mana continues to operate according to a unique route, and can explode at any time with an astonishing blow.

Ten years of enlightenment brought Sikong Changming not only the integration of all dharmas, but also the creation of ten directions.

He also understood most of the experience of those law creators.

If there really was a conflict with Xia Junchen, a Dharma Aperture cultivator, he would also be sure to retreat unscathed.

After seeing Luo Wujie stand out, Xia Junchen's expression turned ugly.

"Very good! Today's business is not over yet."

"Luo Wujie, the grievances between you and me, we will settle it when the disciples compare with each other."

Xia Junchen's eyes immediately fell on Sikong Changming.

"This junior brother, I put my words here, I am sure to win Fahuadan!"

"After you go back, you might as well inquire about the Jiuqu League."

He is still tough, full of confidence in his identity.

"Within three days, if you send Fa Hua Dan to the Jiuqu League's residence, you can exchange it for 11 essence pills, and the deal is still valid!"

He said indifferently, turned and left.

Luo Wujie looked at Sikong Changming, with a slight smile on his dark and dull face.

"This junior brother, it's all right."

"That Xia Junchen hasn't given up yet, you just need to be more careful about the next breath, and retreat for a few days in the cave house set up by the sect."

"Any grievances must not involve the Anning District. This is the rule of the sect, and people from the Jiuqu League dare not violate it."

The so-called tranquil area refers to the area in the hinterland of the Great Cold Peak.

In the hinterland of the Great Cold Peak, underground spiritual veins gather.

It is the most aura-rich place in the entire mountain range except for the tops of the peaks and individual areas.

Therefore, most of the disciples will open up the cave there.

Practitioners pay attention to tranquility and tranquility.

If the Jiuqu League dares to go to the Anning District to make trouble, it will definitely arouse public outrage.

Regarding Luo Wujie's overture, Sikong Changming nodded.

Although he was still vigilant in his heart, etiquette on the surface was also indispensable.

"Thank you, brother."

"I still have something to do, so I will leave first, and there will be a period later."

Sikong Changming said a little impersonally, and then left directly.

Looking at his figure walking away, Luo Wujie hesitated, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he couldn't say it out, he just sighed helplessly.

Several figures came over at this moment and stood beside Luo Wujie.

"Senior Brother Luo, how is the situation? Is there any hope for that Fahuadan?"

Seeing the hopeful expressions on those faces, Luo Wujie shook his head.

"It looks like I'm going to disappoint you."

"Fahuadan is too precious, that junior doesn't want to sell it."

He just stood up for Sikong Changming, on the one hand, it is indeed because of his personality, he can't understand the Xia Junchen of the Jiuqu League bullying others.

But on the other hand, there are also some careful thoughts.

He wanted to express his goodwill to Chief Sikong and exchange that Fahuadan from the latter.

A woman stood beside Luo Wujie, looking at the burly and silent figure, a trace of deep affection flashed in the depths of her brows and eyes.

She gritted her silver teeth lightly and said:
"Don't hope, Brother Luo, let's think of a way."

"Later, let's raise some Baicao Pills and Spiritual Marrow Pills."

"As long as the price is high enough, I don't believe that junior brother won't be tempted."

In the Great Cold Peak, the cultivation resources of many disciples have been relatively scarce for a long time.

Except for a few disciples with superb skills and abundant financial resources.

Most people have to rely on the tasks issued by the sect and the limited resources distributed every season!

For most disciples in the Dharma Aperture Realm, the most suitable elixir is Fahua Dan. Unfortunately, this kind of elixir has a price but no market in the cold wind.

In the past, any sect task that would reward Fahuadan, no matter how cumbersome and difficult the task was, would be snapped up by the disciples who heard the news.

More monks, less porridge!

Sikong Changming was favored by the elders and bestowed a Fahua Pill, which undoubtedly caused a sensation and attracted the coveting of many people.

Sikong Changming, who has already left at this moment, naturally doesn't care about other people's thoughts.

He didn't choose to go back home directly, but turned around and stepped into the "Leigu Valley" again.

For him, that is the real treasure land of cultivation.

Before entering the Lei Valley and stepping onto the fighting arena for a fighting competition.

Naturally, Sikong Changming did not forget to enter the gambling house, and Stud played a hand.

But after all, what he participated in was a martial arts competition held in a casino.

The strength of the opponent is not something you can choose.

At this moment, when Sikong Changming stepped onto the battle platform, there was a figure in white clothes holding a long sword, who slowly climbed onto the other side of the battle platform amidst cheers.

"Deadwood? Eight consecutive victories?"

"A disciple of Lingchi Xiaocheng can be regarded as extraordinary."

The disciple holding the long sword also wore a thin mask on his face.

The tone is cold and indifferent, with a cold feeling that rejects people thousands of miles away.

He looked at Sikong Changming, his body exuded a biting cold air, as if blending with the surrounding environment, he looked like a monk who practiced the way of ice and snow.

But Sikong Changming didn't care about this.

The latter's body obviously exuded powerful mana fluctuations, and he was obviously a monk with a perfect spiritual pool.

Moreover, it is a nun!
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the casino, sneering in his heart.

"Is it to see that I won too much and can't sit still?"

This is indeed the case.

After winning eight consecutive victories, the current Sikong Changming already has a lot of popularity in the casino.

There are quite a few Spirit Pond Realm disciples who can win consecutive victories.

But there are definitely not many who can achieve such an achievement in one day.

Therefore, when the dark horse "Deadwood" appeared, it immediately aroused the carnival of the group of gamblers.

The weak overcome the strong.

It has always been their favorite risk-taking behavior.

As for the gambling house, they also have expectations for the sudden rotten wood.

As dealers, they are sure to make money without losing money. If this dark horse can go for a longer time, it will attract more people to participate.

At that time, the profit of the casino will be even more.

However, due to Sikong Changming's invincible figure among the disciples of the Spirit Pond Realm.

This time, his opponent became a monk with a perfect spiritual pond.

There is a difference of three realms between him and Sikong Changming.

Seeing the cultivator with the consummation of the spirit pond at this moment, a group of betting disciples in the gambling house immediately exploded.

"Fuck, what's going on, it's actually a silver face."

A group of disciples who placed bets were talking among themselves.

Some people are even more heartbroken by the previous bet on dead wood without thinking.

"Silver noodles have been beaten in Leigu for three months."

"There are nearly a hundred victories at least."

"Earlier, he had won [-] consecutive victories, and he was an absolute top player among the disciples of Lingchi."

"Although this rotten wood can be beaten, I'm afraid it will stumble when encountering such a real elite."

"It's a pity for my essence pill, which is my one-month practice resource."

The betting disciples felt unspeakable pain in their hearts.

But the other people on the side smiled happily, and before the trading stopped, they quickly pressed down on the silver-faced body.

On the battle stage, Sikong Changming kept his expression on Yinmian's sarcasm.

He just spread his hands and put on a calm look.

"Whether I am capable or not, you will know if you try it yourself."

Before the words fell, the silver sword had already started.

She took a step forward and stabbed straight with the long sword in her hand, cutting out a bright silver sword light.

With such a move, even Sikong Changming couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh".

A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With light footsteps, using the Fallen Leaf technique, he easily dodged the moon-white sword light.

Tap your fingers in the air, and lines of fire fly out from between your fingers.

In an instant, it turned into a fireball all over the sky, smashing the sky and covering the silver surface.

Yinmian, who was in the fighting state at this moment, didn't say anything, just attacked silently, showing an extremely fierce fighting posture.

The long sword danced across the sky, evolving into beams of sword light.

Destroy all the fireballs flying towards you.

At the same time, the silver-faced figure was gradually approaching Sikong Changming.

When he was only three feet away from Sikong Changming, a gleam of light flashed in those indifferent eyes under the mask.

opportunity!

In an instant, Yin Mian turned around, and the long sword in his hand danced in the air like a dragon swimming.

Draw a majestic sword aura that is ten feet long.

Compared with the gentle sword light before, the sword light at this moment is like a big snow-white python, rushing straight at Sikong Changming between lightning and flint.

"I'll be good, I have something."

Sikong Changming smiled lightly, without any nervousness.

No matter how fierce and powerful the silver-faced technique is.

But the gap in combat experience is here, it is impossible for her to defeat Sikong Changming.

Seeing the fierce and sharp sword energy rushing towards him, Sikong Changming clenched his fists tightly, and lightly touched his chest, forming a mysterious seal.Immediately afterwards, a sapphire-colored wind blade formed instantly.

"go with!"

Sikong Changming let out a soft snort, and the wind blade pierced through the air, directly colliding with the sword light.

The ten-foot-long sword qi raged, exuding a piercing aura, as if strangling everything.

But in front of the wind blade that is full of one foot, it looks messy.

In the face-to-face confrontation, the magnificent sword light shattered in an instant.

Only that wind blade, after half of it dissipated, remained undiminished, approaching the silver side.

Such a scene caused many monks in the gambling house to be in an uproar.

"How could it be possible, Xiaocheng completed the battle, but in the end it was the wind blade of the dead wood, which was even better."

"What kind of kung fu is this kid practicing? It's so powerful. Could it be that he's from a big family?"

"It shouldn't be. If there is really a big family, why did they go to the Great Cold Peak? Come to this ghostly place. Uncle doesn't love grandma."

Several monks complained privately.

They had previously bet on the silver side, but the current situation made them feel that the originally sure-fire victory had fluctuated significantly.

"Why are you nervous? It's only been a few rounds. Kuchiki can play such a pure wind blade, and the mana in his body must be consumed at this moment. As long as the silver face is dragged down, I don't believe he will lose."

Thinking of this, the other disciples also mustered up their confidence.

This is indeed the case. In terms of mana, the disciples of Lingchi Consummation are three realms higher than the disciples of Lingchi Xiaocheng.

Therefore, the mana in the body is nearly double that of the latter.

In other words, in the eyes of this group of disciples, the current rotten wood consumption is huge, and the oil is about to run out.

The silver face still retains most of its mana, ready to fight back at any time.

However, the confrontation on the battle platform was overwhelming at this moment.

After Sikong Changming succeeded in one blow, he shot decisively without the slightest hesitation.

On his fists, flames were burning at this moment, with a menacing aura, and with an extremely fierce posture, the tough guy was facing him.

Hu Sha Fist Seal!

Sikong Changming let out a low growl, and smashed his fists directly at Yinmian.

Flame leaves and transforms into a flaming tiger to attack the opponent.

At this moment, the silver face seems a bit stretched.

It took her a lot of effort just now to break up the half of the sapphire wind blades, and now her mana is exhausted, and she urgently needs to recover.

But the flaming tiger had already pounced in front of him, so he had no choice but to block it with his sword.

Even so, Yinmian's figure was still gradually approaching the edge of the battle platform under the pressure of the tiger's fist.

The next moment, a very slight voice suddenly came to her side.

"This senior sister is very skilled."

"Among the monks in the Spirit Pool Realm I have met so far, I would like to call you the strongest."

Yin Mian suddenly felt creepy and broke out in a cold sweat.

At some point, Sikong Changming's figure appeared behind him like a ghost.

Immediately, she quickly returned the sword and slashed behind her back.

It's too late.

Sikong Changming, who shot a false shot, was already ready to go. He gathered a pair of rock armor in front of him, which was strong enough to withstand the hasty blow of the long sword.

"Go down, you."

Before the words finished, Sikong Changming stretched out his hand and patted forward.

The powerful palm force became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, knocking Yinmian's figure directly out of the battle platform.

"In this battle, Silver Moon lost, and Kuchiki won nine consecutive victories."

In the gambling house, a group of disciples complained.

But there were a few other people who watched the confrontation between Deadwood and Silver Face seriously.

The person in charge of the gambling side frowned slightly after seeing the silver face failed.

He summoned his men and ordered:
"Hurry up and look for those disciples who are in the spirit pool state. Is there any master who is in the consummation state?"

"A disciple of Lingchi Xiaocheng, if he wins eighty-nine times, it's almost there!"

"He should lose."

Beside the master of the gambling shop, stood a young man wearing a robe with complicated patterns, with a kind of nobility that was about to come out.

After hearing the order from the steward, the boy smiled confidently, and then waved his hand.

"You don't need to look for it any more. You inform me. I'll go up and try my hand later."

"A disciple of Lingchi Xiaocheng can win nine consecutive victories in Leigu, such a person is rare."

Upon hearing this.

The manager's face changed suddenly, he looked at the boy nervously, and said anxiously:

"Young Master Lu, you are worth a thousand dollars, so you can't take risks."