No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 65
The group of cultivators talked a lot, some had sparkling eyes, some practiced secret techniques and so on, all wanted to find out, but unfortunately there were very few people who could really see the mysteries within the purple mist.

These people naturally include Cang Mingxue.

At this moment, Cang Mingxue held a strange silver-white flower that looked like a mirror. There were two figures in the flower. One was sitting cross-legged, and the other was as limp as mud. They were naturally Yi Fan and Bai Jie.

"What did the little bald head do?"

Even though Cang Mingxue had many secret techniques, she didn't see clearly what kind of unique skills Yi Fan used just now to tire Bai Jie like this?
Zi Wu lost the support of her mana, so she rolled and submerged into Bai Jie's body again, and the ring once again became clear.

The Elder Judgment jumped up and slapped a spell on Bai Jie. He waited for a while but there was no reaction at all, then his eyes flashed coldly, he gave Yi Fan a cold look, and said loudly: "Zi Xiao watched Bai Jie unconscious, Shangqing Guan Yifan wins!"

"Applause!!!"

The group repair is in an uproar!

"Where is the Shangqing Temple? Is it so unscrupulous?"

"I've never heard of it, but it's too arrogant!"

"I know, it seems to be a hidden sect that hasn't shown up for more than half a century."

"Isn't it okay for the Hidden World Sect to hide well? Do you have to run out and make trouble?"

"Brother, be careful, Little Thunder God and Empress Ziyun are not good enemies, what does it mean that they can be bribed? Don't make trouble yourself!"

The elder ruling elder's face was livid when he heard the noisy voice of discussion.

Thinking that I, Qingniuguan, belong to one of the top ten immortal sects, who would dare to do such a vile and despicable thing in my sect?

The elder of the ruling said coldly: "Yi Fan, it's still a wheel battle, right? Okay, I'll satisfy you!"

Without waiting for Yi Fan to answer, the Elder Judgment glanced at the waiting monks who were eager to try, but then turned to look at a remote corner, and said solemnly: "The next round, Xiangxi Tian Corpse Sect, Aoki will play!"

The monk who was about to go on stage was stunned, wondering why there was a sudden substitution?But when he saw the person coming, his expression immediately changed and he hurried back to his seat without daring to say any nonsense.

In a hidden corner of the stands, sat a few special monks. They were dressed in black Taoist robes, each wearing a bamboo hat, and there were huge coffins standing beside them. There was no one in the sky.

Aoki "Jie Jie" smiled strangely and slowly got up, stretched out his black gray and withered palms, lifted it and clapped it to the side, a huge blue and black coffin rose from the ground, and fell from the sky with a howling wind, crashing On the ring.

Aoki walked towards the arena unhurriedly, the place he passed was silent, the group of cultivators looked at him with different expressions, such as hatred, contempt, disdain, or angrily, and did not dare to discuss in a low voice until he was far away.

"Isn't the Tianshi Sect a branch of the Maoshan Sect?"

"It's not a branch, it's a sect established in western Hunan by a disciple who was expelled from the sect."

"Why does it look so evil? It can't be from the Devil's Cult!"

"They are both good and evil, and they can be regarded as first-class sects among the 360 ​​immortal sects of the Taoist Association, but they act in a low-key manner and make no statement."

"A decent person carries a coffin around all day long, but he looks like a demonic cult."

"Shh, keep your voice down, they are very taboo about this, be careful to turn you into a corpse."

Everyone was discussing in a low voice, but everyone's voices gathered together, even if Aoki was deaf, he could hear clearly, but fortunately, he seemed to have gotten used to it, and stepped into the ring step by step without hearing it.

"Humph!"

Seeing Yi Fan who was still practicing sword cross-legged, even if he was as indifferent as Aoki, he couldn't help snorting. This is the most pretending person he has ever seen. He is obviously a little trash in the physical state. Some shady means to win, do you think I can succeed here?
"Life and death are impermanent, Nine Nether Souls are underworld, golden armor subdues demons, hurry like a law!"

Aoki stretched out his withered and gray hands like chicken claws, and chanted the mantra, the ring was suddenly filled with dark and ghostly air, and there were harsh sounds like hands scratching a blackboard in the coffin.

"Crench!"

The coffin board slightly opened a small gap, and a gray-black corpse gas spurted out. The cultivators were in fear and stared at the gap with wide eyes, extremely curious about what kind of monster would pop out of it. .

"Boom!"

The thick coffin board finally gave way and was pushed violently by the contents inside, hitting the floor heavily.

"hiss!"

"What monster is this?"

"It's so disgusting, I'm going to vomit!"

"How did this evil spell be recognized by the Dao Association?"

In full view of the public, the mysterious Heavenly Corpse Sect revealed his true face for the first time.

After the coffin was opened, a golden-armored zombie more than two meters tall came out.

The whole corpse was wrapped in a pair of golden armor, holding a mountain-opening sword, skin like dead wood, blue-faced fangs, blood-colored eyes flickering, and a yellow talisman floating in the middle of the brow.

Aoki pointed at Yi Fan, and the golden-armored zombie roared loudly, striding over a distance of more than ten meters in three or two steps, and was about to chop it down with a knife.

At this moment, the money sword in Yi Fan's hand trembled slightly, and the talisman on the forehead of the golden-armored zombie suddenly burned, turning into countless black ash and flying in the wind.

The golden sword was pressed against Yi Fan's shiny forehead, and it was only a ninai that could split him in half. The nervousness of the group cultivators was almost in their throats, but they looked at the golden armored zombie helplessly. Standing with the knife closed, he roared to the sky, turned around and rushed towards Aoki with great strides, Aoki was shocked, and quickly took off a string of skull necklaces from his neck and threw them out.

The necklace exploded in mid-air and turned into eight large skulls. The ferocious monsters screamed and faced the golden-armored zombies.

A golden sword light flashed, and three skeleton ghost heads were immediately chopped into pieces on the ground, while the rest swarmed up and bit the hard golden armor on his body crazily. However, the golden armored zombies seemed to hate Aoki very much. No matter what, he raised the knife with both hands and cut.

Just halfway through the recitation of the Qingmu Mantra, a strong wind suddenly hit his face, and he was frightened out of his wits, kicked his feet on the ground, narrowly avoiding the extremely ferocious knife of the golden-armored zombie.

Before he could catch his breath, a violent wind of blades hit his head again, Aoki almost peed, rolled on the ground and hurriedly dodged, just about to get up to cast the spell again, suddenly he felt black in front of his eyes, but it was the golden armored zombie lifting Punch down with your big foot from at least 50 yards.

Aoki had no choice but to roll and crawl like this, trying to avoid the crazy attacks of the golden-armored zombies in an awkward manner. Finally, his feet were in the air, and Aoki fell outside the ring. The golden-armored zombies jumped high and slashed down in the air. Aoki closed his eyes in despair. He closed his eyes and never understood until his death how the golden-armored zombie he had been cultivating day and night for many years suddenly came back to bite him?

"Dare the evildoer!"

A cyan bolt passed through the formation barrier and tightly entangled the golden-armored zombie in mid-air, and then a flaming red sword drew a graceful arc and pierced the golden-armored zombie in the middle of the eyebrows. The victim was suddenly startled, stopped struggling, and his huge head hung down feebly.

The figure settled down, and it turned out to be the Elder Judgment who rescued Aoki at a critical moment, he gave Aoki a cold look, and said in a low voice: "Wouldn't you think that your Celestial Corpse Sect can also be bribed?"

"Huh? No, no, I didn't, Elder Elder, listen to my explanation!" Aoki panicked. He was not afraid of death. At worst, he would become a zombie or turn into a ghost. If he is defeated, what awaits him will be a punishment more terrifying than death.

"Stop explaining, get out!"

With a wave of the Elder Judgment's hand, the barrier immediately disappeared, and Aoki was also swept up by a wave of mana, and the coffin and golden-armored zombie were thrown far away.

Quiet, deathly quiet in the stands.

The group of cultivators were dumbfounded and had nothing to say. The two big words repeatedly appeared in everyone's mind: "Damn!"

Even though no one would have imagined that once in ten years, such a large-scale event as 360 Xianmen, there would be people committing the scandal of bribery and fraud under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Brother, do you dare to hit me a little bit?
Even if you fool us casually, we won't say anything, after all background wealth is also one of strengths these days!
But look at him, he is still sitting there holding a rusty money sword motionless!
Why, did you sit down?

With a "boom", the group of cultivators erupted!
"Refund, refund, we want refund!"

"Shady, shady, truly shocking shady!"

"It's too shameless, do you think we are all fools?"

"Don't worry, Senior Qingniu is here, and I will definitely not let him continue!"

Cang Mingxue also has a clearer understanding of Yi Fan's shamelessness. In order to win, he will do anything to win, even the Tianzhi Sect, which has a very bad reputation in the world of immortality, wants to bribe him. After all, you are also a disciple of the ancient hidden world sect. Why can't you be like yours? How about studying, senior brother?

Oh, I see, this little bald head is said to be a registered disciple, he must want to use this competition as an opportunity to buy people's hearts and get a good ranking so that he can return to his teacher's school and become a regular student!
Hmph, with Miss Ben here, you still want to become a regular, don't dream, you will never become a regular in this lifetime.

(End of this chapter)