Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 73 You look down on me?
Two days later, the final round began.

In this round, 300 people will be selected at one time to be eligible to enter the secret realm.

The arena in the outskirts was once again crowded, and many immortal cultivators who had been eliminated did not leave, intending to watch the demeanor of these masters of the same generation.

Jiang Qiongxing and Sister Yu came to the registration point together. Looking at the opponents in front of them who were eager to fight, they were short of breath, and silently took a talisman for themselves.

Miss Yu saw her movements: "Isn't it too early to use it now?"

Jiang Qiongxing picked up the talisman paper and showed it to her: "This is a fortune talisman, it's better to use it earlier."

It's best to draw a weak one later.

Miss Yu smiled so that her exposed eyes curved into crescent moons: "Does it work?"

"I don't know," Jiang Qiongxing replied, "After all, I haven't tried it, but it should be at least a little useful!"

She might not believe it if it was in modern times, but this is the world of cultivating immortals!

She chooses to believe in metaphysics.

It's a pity that Xuanxue didn't favor Jiang Qiongxing.

She drew an opponent who was also perfect in Qi refining.

She followed the guidance of the signed paper and looked at that person.

The opponent was leaning against a ring not far away and meditating. He looked about 20 years old and had an ordinary appearance.This age is not too young among the immortal cultivators in the Qi refining period, and being alone is like a casual cultivator.

Jiang Qiongxing didn't take it lightly because the opponent was old. You must know that being older means having rich experience. Under the same strength, experience is obviously an important factor in distinguishing the winner.

What kind of fortune talisman, as expected, it is a lie in every world in the metaphysics!
"Don't be nervous." Miss Yu whispered in her ear.

No matter how the ups and downs in the heart, until now, I can only bite the bullet.

Half an hour later, the referee shouted: "Next group, Qiong Xing, Wang Li."

The young monk who had been meditating under the stage stood up, looked at Jiang Qiongxing expressionlessly, and stepped onto the ring.

Jiang Qiongxing made a decisive decision, and as soon as he came on stage, he slapped himself with a defensive talisman, and then raised his chin: "Come on!"

As if he didn't expect that the other party would let him strike first, a sneer flashed in the eyes of the young monk, and he drew his sword and stabbed.

Before the tip of the sword reached, the wind driven by the aura had already rushed towards his face. Jiang Qiongxing restrained his instinct to avoid, drew out the dagger, and held the sword.

Just one move made her arm ache.

Wang Li was obviously not a swordsman. He tried out the opponent's depth, and he immediately retreated. At the same time, with his empty left hand, several fireballs appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Jiang Qiongxing.

Jiang Qiongxing dodged the first few, and the remaining one was really inevitable. Seeing that if he dodged again, he was about to fall off the stage, so he had to take a hard hit.

Ordinary clothes are not cassocks after all, even if they are blocked by defensive charms, they are still blackened.

Before Jiang Qiongxing could catch his breath, another pile of wooden thorns appeared on the ground out of thin air.

She exclaimed, and hid in a hurry.

Wang Li watched his opponent hide but did not fight back, put down the defensive sword in his hand, and frowned: "Are you looking down on me?"

Jiang Qiongxing wanted to cry in her heart, but she couldn't show her timidity on the surface. With so many people staring at her, it must not be seen that she couldn't use spells.

She raised her hand and patted a defensive talisman on herself, rolled on the spot, out of the range of the wooden thorns: "Hmph, is it only to this extent?"

Liang Weisheng, who was watching the battle under the ring, held his forehead in despair: "Why is she still provocative?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Wang Li became even more angry. He raised the sword in his hand and rushed over. This time, he used [-]% of his strength.

Jiang Qiongxing narrowly avoided it, and took time out of his busy schedule to pat his chest: "I'm scared to death."

In the ears of the opponent, these words became a kind of ridicule.

Wang Li erupted immediately, and more fireballs hit Jiang Qiongxing.

Jiang Qiongxing judged at a glance that this density was by no means something she could escape, and immediately threw out several defensive charms, quickly building a defensive network in front of her.

The fireball hit the talisman and died together with a loud bang. Broken pieces of wood with flames splashed everywhere, and the arena was in a mess.

The two stood on both sides of the ring. Wang Li had consumed more than half of his spiritual power because of his anger. He looked at Jiang Qiongxing, who could be said to be unscathed, and secretly thought that something was wrong.

The opponent's frequent provocations are just to let him consume his spiritual power as soon as possible, and he has fallen into the trick!
If this continues, until the spiritual power is exhausted, he can only be slaughtered by others.

It seems that there is only one way to use it.

Wang Li's eyes were dim, and he touched the storage ring with his left hand, and quietly took out a magic weapon from it.

Jiang Qiongxing didn't know the other party's little tricks. Seeing the sawdust on the ground, he was glad that he had been working all night for the past few days and had drawn enough talismans, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to withstand such consumption.

She quickly took out a few more talismans and buckled them in her hands for later use.

At this moment, Wang Li on the opposite side suddenly yelled, as if planning to make a quick decision, his whole body erupted with spiritual power.

The surging spiritual power rolled up the sawdust, fallen leaves and gravel on the ground like a gust of wind, making everyone watching the battle subconsciously squint their eyes.

He took this opportunity to wave the magic weapon in his left hand, which turned out to be a roll of soul-calling banners, from which countless grieving ghosts whizzed out, baring their fangs ferociously at Jiang Qiongxing——

From Jiang Qiongxing's point of view, the evil ghost is like a black-gray haze covering the sky, covering her entire field of vision in an instant, and it is about to swallow her whole!
If it is surrounded by so many evil spirits, no matter how many defensive charms there are, it will not be able to escape the result of being eaten away by evil spirits.

Wang Li, who was about to run out of spiritual power, slowly showed a smile.

Can't you prevent it?This time, see how you defend!

Seeing that the resentful ghost was about to completely cover Jiang Qiongxing's small body, the masked girl Yu in white clothes couldn't help but sweat for her, and quietly clasped a long and thin hidden weapon in her hand, staring at Wang Li's defenseless back.

Even if this contest is ruined, Jiang Qiongxing must be rescued as a whole.

Before the hidden weapon was released, another change occurred on the stage.

I don't know what Jiang Qiongxing did, but golden lights suddenly burst out from the gray-black encirclement, cutting all the grieving ghosts in half.

The howling of the ghost turned into a scream, and the golden light shot through the body of the resentful ghost in all directions. In the middle of the ring, amidst the splashing of sawdust, Jiang Qiongxing appeared in everyone's sight.

There was no joy of victory on her face, and she looked at Wang Li who was vomiting blood from the soul-calling banner in front of her with disgust: "What did you ask me just now? That's right, I really look down on you as heretical."

Wang Li angrily wiped away the blood on the corner of his lips, and looked away from the dimly lustrous spirit-calling banner with heartache, and retorted: "Although the art of controlling ghosts is a side door, it is not a heresy, why do you say that!"

"Ghost control is indeed not counted, but do you dare to tell what kind of ghosts are in your soul-calling banner?" Jiang Qiongxing said coldly.

Wang Li was dumbfounded for a moment, looked at her in panic, and said stiffly, "Of course it took me several years to collect from all over the place, the grieving ghost who caused harm to the neighbors!"

"Lie!" Jiang Qiongxing said, "Those resentful ghosts are obviously the innocent people you captured and tortured to death by all means, so they have such a big resentment!"

(End of this chapter)