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

Lu Shenzhou frowned, and looked at the steward with a half-smile.

"Do you think it's me?"

"of course not."

"Of course Mr. Lu can do it. You are suave and suave, handsome and heroic, with immortal muscles and bones."

"In the world, there is nothing that Mr. Lu can't do."

The steward's face was not red and his heart was not beating. Lu Shenzhou's expression was slightly pursed with his flattering skills, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If you can talk, just talk more."

Lu Shenzhou said lightly, as if it should be taken for granted.

"However, what I have set cannot be changed."

"That monk named Kuchiki, I will be his opponent in the next battle."

The steward at the side felt a little nervous, feeling a little helpless.

Co-author, what I said just now was in vain.

Although it was unavoidable to be a little nervous, in the heart of the manager, he was not worried about Lu Shenzhou's safety.

He was worried about Deadwood.

A disciple of Lingchi Xiaocheng is invincible in the realm of Lingchi.

However, this Mr. Lu's cultivation is also a small success.

A monk with a small achievement in the Dharma Aperture Realm!
There is a full five levels of gap between him and Deadwood.

The difference in mana between the two is even farther.

To put it bluntly, this Mr. Lu can easily defeat that dead wood with just one blow.

The steward felt a little regretful, a money bag that just popped up was about to disappear.

On the battle arena in the beating valley, Sikong Changming sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath, waiting for the next opponent.

Although his cultivation base is still improving step by step, it is very difficult for him to meet opponents in the spirit pool realm now.

A moment later, followed by a young man wearing a mink fur coat and a cassock, strutted onto the battle platform.

There was an uproar in the market place.

"This is a cross-border battle!"

"That monk is Lu Shenzhou, the grandson of the Lu clan's clan!"

With the appearance of Lu Shenzhou, countless people fell into madness.

Even in the endless battles in Leigu, some fighting monks stopped fighting.

"Lu Shenzhou, the elder's descendant?"

"He will come to Leigu too."

Lu Shenzhou has an extraordinary status, and the family behind him is extremely powerful, and his name is very famous in the Great Cold Peak.

Although the cultivation talent is not high, but under the cultivation of countless resources, he became a Dharma Aperture cultivator very early.

Watching Lu Shenzhou slowly step onto the stage, Sikong Changming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a little different.

The opponent is a Dharma Aperture monk.

Moreover, it is not an ordinary Dharma Aperture cultivator.

The aura of mana revealed invisibly made Chief Sikong firmly believe that the opponent this time will be the strongest person he has encountered so far!
Standing on the battle platform, Lu Shenzhou was in high spirits, and had the illusion of pointing the country.

He stared proudly, undisguisedly releasing all his mana, revealing the true strength of a Dharma Aperture cultivator.

Looking at the "rotten wood" who won nine consecutive victories, Lu Shenzhou smiled confidently.

"Although there are no restrictions in the competition in the gambling house."

"However, this young master doesn't want to bully others."

"Ten moves are limited!"

"Within ten strokes, if I can't beat you, I'm defeated!"

Lu Shenzhou approached arrogantly, showing an unruly aura.

Facing the arrogance of this Faqiao monk, Sikong Changming smiled calmly and remained as unmoved as a mountain.

He held out a hand, beckoning forward.

"Since stepping into the world of cultivation, I haven't had a fight with Faqiao cultivators yet."

"Today, let's fight!"

At this moment, in the casino, everyone's hearts were raised.

Lu Shenzhou was a little stunned, he didn't expect that the opponent "Deadwood" would have such a fighting spirit.

The competitive spirit in my heart was even more aroused, and there was even waves of tidal waves coming from my body.

boom!
The fierce collision erupted in an instant.

Sikong Changming stepped on the ground and rushed forward.

Wisps of mana rose from the veins of the limbs, showing an astonishing speed.

At the same time, the unimaginable violent force also followed his fist and approached Lu Shenzhou.

Lu Shenzhou, who originally wanted to show his face in front of everyone and show off his family-inherited skills, was caught off guard in a hurry.

Until the pair of fists faced each other, the extremely oppressive fists were in midair, and there was a low roaring sound of piercing through the air.

Lu Shenzhou's nerves tensed up to the limit in an instant.

"This is by no means an opponent at the Spirit Pool Realm!"

In an instant, Lu Shenzhou, who was originally calm and relaxed, was already sweating on his forehead.

The elegant and unrestrained footwork seemed anxious and flustered at the moment.

He could only barely dodge Sikong Changming's fist by relying on the mystery of his footwork.

At the moment of the fight, "Deadwood" had the upper hand, dancing with both fists like a swimming dragon.

The fist marks he made looked very casual, but in Lu Shenzhou's eyes, they were like overwhelming rain.

"Shui Jun Jue: Ripples in Heaven and Earth!"

A Lingchi disciple pinned him to the corner of the battle platform with both fists.

Such a situation made Lu Shenzhou feel extremely anxious.There is a big error with the expectation in my heart.

It is said to be destroyed.

What about the oppressive power of cultivator Dharma Qiao over cultivator Lingchi?

The more Lu Shenzhou thought about it, the more angry he became, and he fought back angrily.

The domineering mana rushed out from the orifice.

Some kind of special changes occurred in the void within three feet around.

Invisible ripples formed one after another, shattering Sikong Changming's fist seal, and then turned into a vortex, strangling towards Sikong Changming's body.

"Boy, let me use the Shui Jun Jue, you are proud enough."

He said loudly, his breath a little restless.

Forcibly break through the suppression and use the power of the realm of Dharma Apertures.

In Lu Shenzhou's eyes, he had already lost in a sense.

"It's a pity, no matter how talented you are."

"However, in front of my Lu family's Shui Jun Jue, no amount of talent is enough."

At this moment, many disciples watching the battle suddenly exclaimed.

"What is that? It can match Shui Junjue!"

On the battle platform, the phenomenon suddenly changed.

The vortex formed by the ripples in the void is like thousands of blades, tearing apart all matter.

However, when such a powerful force crushed Sikong Changming in front of him.

This cultivator wearing a "rotten wood" mask formed a series of mysterious seals in front of him.

Earth, fire, wind, moon...

Strands of mana condensed in front of him, forming a mysterious light that was as real as it was illusory.

"Shi Fang Dao: Xuan Huang Jie!"

Sikong Changming recited in his heart, and the mysterious yellow spirit root that was silent in his body also shook.

A mighty mana surged up.

That hazy and illusory profound light also suddenly burst into brilliant light.

The mysterious light shines, piercing the void.

The vortex that crushed everything was instantly melted into nothingness.

"war."

Sikong Changming grasped the opportunity tightly, and his handprints changed, causing the mysterious light to condense into a beam, like a long sword, pointing directly at the opponent.

Lu Shenzhou, who was still aggressive and extremely confident just now, suddenly changed his face.

At this moment, he could only watch the sharp Xuanguang sword energy rush towards him unstoppably.

"you lose."

In the slightest, when the mysterious light sword energy approached Lu Shenzhou's throat, it stopped in an instant.

Even, the air mechanism that shattered everything gave Lu Shenzhou the illusion that his skin was torn apart.

The old god Sikong Changming was there, with a calm and calm look on his brows and eyes.

As soon as he released his handprint, the Xuanguang magic sword dissipated, leaving only Lu Shenzhou's half-green and half-white face.

At the moment when the sword energy struck his body, Lu Shenzhou really had the illusion of facing death.

However, he now has to accept an unexpected result.

As a monk in the Dharma Aperture Realm, as a descendant of the Great Cold Peak Elder.

He actually lost.

Lost at the hands of a little-known Lingchi disciple.

"I actually lost."

Lu Shenzhou's pupils dilated slightly, and his body trembled slightly, which was unacceptable.

Sikong Changming watched his opponent stiffen in place, and didn't bother to think about how much psychological damage his Xuanguangfa sword had caused to the opponent.

He turned around and left, jumped off the fighting platform, and left calmly under the eyes of everyone.

Even though there were only two fights today.

However, the rewards issued by the system have all been completed.

Even, today's reward made Sikong Changming look forward to it very much.

He walked very fast, and even used his body skills to quickly leave the valley.

Of course, when he left, he didn't forget to go to the casino to take away his betting funds.

In an instant, he returned to the cave.

Using the disciple's jade plate, a restriction was placed to isolate all the noise from the outside world.

Sikong Changming sat cross-legged on the futon, calmly opened the system interface.

"Today's challenge task: defeat the silver face."

"Reward: Tianhan True Blood!"

"Today's passive challenge: Defeat opponents in the legal realm and create cross-border challenges."

"Reward: Shui Jun Jue."

He exchanged the rewards of the two missions in one go.

Looking at the one hundred copies of Tianhan's true blood that appeared in the system warehouse.

His spirits lifted.

This is the second true blood after the last Yanwang true blood.

The attribute is extremely cold, corresponding to the true blood of King Yan.

He recalled the cruel torture he had endured when refining a copy of King Yan's true blood.

Sikong Changming looked at Tianhan's true blood, and couldn't help being a little more cautious.

Such a thing, if used well, is a rare treasure.

If it is not used properly, it is very likely to cause irreparable and bad effects on one's own foundation.

Taking his thoughts away from True Blood, Sikong Changming began to participate in the "Shui Jun Jue" in his mind again.

This was his biggest surprise today.

Although Tianhan's true blood is precious, to Sikong Changming, it is just icing on the cake.

He already possessed King Yan's true blood now, so he didn't need other true blood supplements in a short time.

However, the appearance of "Shui Jun Jue" has made up for a certain shortcoming of Sikong Changming invisibly.

After a few hours of comprehension, he woke up from the samadhi.

There are already streams of tiny Shui Jun Jue mana surging in his body.

Feeling that kind of high-level pure mana, Sikong Changming's spirit was lifted and he was extremely happy.

"Earth, wind, water, and fire! Finally, I have gathered four high-level exercises."

He muttered to himself, his excitement a little uncontrollable.

Ten years of retreat in the Enlightenment Cave.

Sikong Changming gained a lot. He created the "Ten Directions" as the foundation of his practice.

It's just that, relying on the help of the system, he has the memory of those creators.

When I really created my own method, I had too much intention.

The Way of the Ten Directions!Including one yuan, two instruments, three talents, five elements, four images... eight trigrams, nine palaces and other ways.

I want to seek the heavens and myriad ways, infinite changes, all into my body.

As for other cultivators, even the mighty ones of the upper three realms would only specialize in one, and it is impossible to have such an all-encompassing, all-encompassing thought.

Only Sikong Changming, who has mastered the system, can have this ability to steal a hundred schools of thought.

Without anyone noticing, drawing on the wisdom of the predecessors, he finally created such ingenious and incredible exercises.

"Four images are successful, and the limit of four images can be deduced."

"I don't know, when will I be able to enter the Enlightenment Cave again."

At this moment, Sikong Changming is eager to try, and some can't wait, he wants to further improve his own method.

"Shan Shen Dao Shu", "Feng Mo Jue", "Eight Explanations of Yan Wang", "Shui Jun Jue"

The four methods rotate endlessly, evolving the magic power of the four phenomena, promoting self-cultivation, and gradually improving.

Suddenly, there was an abnormal turmoil outside the cave.

Even Dongfu was shocked.

In a hurry, Sikong Changming, who was disturbed, came back to his senses and woke up.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"It's hard to persuade the damn ghost!"

"Do you really think that I won't hurt the killer?"

While practicing, he was interrupted.

This is taboo.

If you have reached a high level of practice, if you are affected during the retreat, you may even go crazy.

This is the enmity of blocking the way.

Sikong Changming's mana was surging, his eyes filled with anger.

He tapped his disciple's jade plate to open the cave.

At this moment, outside Sikong Changming's cave.

A disciple wearing a nine-curved robe was constantly punching the ground.

The surging mana blasted the ground into cracks.

Seeing the opening of the cave, the disciple showed a gleam of joy on his face.

"Hey, it's finally your boy."

He patted the nine-curved lines on his chest, and said unceremoniously:

"I am Shang Gu of the Jiuqu League."

"Sensible, hand over Fahuadan."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for bullying the small."

While speaking, Shang Gu's body exuded the aura of the perfection of Lingchi.

Sikong Changming was too lazy to break up with this damn disciple of Jiuqu League.

He made great strides towards Shanggu.

The mana in his body climbed to the peak in an instant.

Seeing his appearance, Shang Gu showed a ferocious smile.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that if you don't get beaten, you don't know your weight."

"Mr. Shang, I will let you understand today, senior brother is amazing."

Before he finished speaking, Sikong Changming had already walked in front of him.

Punch out.

The fist that condenses the mana of the four images is unstoppable, with an incomparable aura of opening up mountains when encountering mountains, and diverting water when encountering water.

"court death."

Shang Gu shouted angrily, raised his hand to fight back, and slapped his opponent with a condensed mana.

bang.

A crisp bone cracking sound followed.

In front of Sikong Changming, the mana of a Lingchi disciple was as fragile as thin paper.

With a powerful punch, Shang Gu's palm was directly broken, and the remaining momentum was still there, and it directly hit the latter's face.

Woo!
Before Shang Gu's wailing could be heard, he was beaten back abruptly.

The overwhelming fists, wrapped in Sikong Changming's anger, slammed violently at the opponent.

pop, pop, pop...

Heavy wind and rain, indiscriminate bombing.

Under that kind of berserk offensive, even the cultivators of Faqiao could hardly contend.

What's more, it's a mediocre spirit pool monk.

In the blink of an eye, Shang Gu, who was so arrogant just now, didn't take Sikong Changming seriously.

Just passed out completely.

After the fight, Sikong Changming vented his anger.

Slowly, he took out a long towel and wiped the blood on his hands.

He looked at Shang Gu coldly, and said indifferently:

"That's it."