In those years, the cultivators we cut together

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu, like hitting a nail with a hammer, hit the round end of the spirit sword's hilt hard with the side of the narrow head of the German brick that is not easy to break, and quickly smashed the spirit sword into the table inch by inch, Has been submerged half of the body of the sword.

Chen Nianyun was in despair, he was only at the third level of condensed energy, and the spiritual power in his body was not enough. At this moment, the spirit sword was firmly inserted into the table, and his manipulation was not enough to draw the spirit sword back, so he could only watch helplessly. The sword shakes.

On the high platform, Fang Wuxiu's face was getting darker and darker, and his old face was darkened when he watched this scene.

After finishing all this work, Lin Xiaolu put one hand in his pocket and threw his moral bricks with the other, and showed a kind smile to Chen Nianyun: "Tell me, do you want to die or not to live now?"

The aggrieved boy showed a bit of bitterness on his face. After several attempts, he completely gave up on taking back the spirit sword, and looked at Lin Xiaolu in front of him in surprise and anger.

The fact that he lost the spirit sword does not mean that he has surrendered, but he yelled: "Ice Soul Arrow!"

"Arrow? I'll shoot at you, sir!" Lin Xiaolu excitedly picked up the moral brick and rushed up, howling to start convincing people with virtue.

"call out!"

The ice pick and sharp arrow shot with Chen Nianyun's wave, Lin Xiaolu turned sideways and flashed, then jumped up, raised his German brick and slapped him!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the German brick hit a semi-circular golden cover.

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback, looking at Chen Nianyun who was hiding in the cover, holding a bowl in his hand, and said in surprise: "You have quite a lot of means."

On the high platform, the elders also glanced at Fang Wuxiu in surprise.

"Brother Fang, is Nianyun using the magic weapon, the Vajra Bowl?"

Fang Wuxiu did not answer with a cold face.

The other elders didn't say anything, and now Chen Nianyun was forced to use the magic weapon bestowed by his master, so there was nothing to say.

It has already been seen who wins and who loses.

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu frantically patted Chen Nianyun's golden cover. The cover of the pen-hold shot made a clanging sound, and he muttered words while patting him:

"Confucius said: When you fight with bricks, don't mess around. When you look at your face, when you use your strength. When your left hand is completely out of your right hand, how can you be alone and with friends? Then, you will be dragged down by death..."

This scene made the eyelids of the elders on the high platform twitch violently.

"Hahahaha I laughed so hard, this little guy is really funny." Ye Qingluan even sat on the throne and covered her stomach with laughter, kicking her beautiful feet in embroidered shoes.

After taking pictures for a long time, Chen Nianyun's golden cover was still motionless.

Fang Wuxiu on the high platform also coughed when he saw this, looked at Ye Qingluan and said: "Master, Lin Xiaolu can't break Nianyun's Vajra Bowl, and Nianyun can't defeat him now, how about judging the two to a tie?" ?”

"Fang Wuxiu, don't be ashamed."

Zhang Mobai, the Yang God, interrupted him without hesitation, and scornfully said: "The competition is all about fairness and justice. Your apprentice even used the magic weapon you bestowed, and you still have the nerve to let the head judge a tie? What are you doing?" So shameless? Why can't you afford to lose?"

Fang Wuxiu's expression turned ugly when he heard the words, he looked directly at Zhang Mobai and said, "Junior Sister Zhang, please be careful with your words!"

"What's wrong with Fang Wuxiu? You think I'm afraid you won't succeed!" The gray-haired Zhang Mobai scolded as if he was going to fight: "Do you think it's embarrassing for us cultivators to lose to warriors? Tell you! I think I won't admit it if I lose. Even more embarrassing!"

Fang Wuxiu's chest heaved when he heard the words, and his withered fists were clenched and rattling, but he couldn't answer a word, and he was about to be unable to hold back his hands. The other elders hurried up to persuade, and just At this time, a green voice came from the audience:

"Master, if I knock this guy out of the ring, will I still win?" Lin Xiaolu shouted to Ye Qingluan from the audience.

Ye Qingluan supported his snow-white chin, watched the little guy with a smile and said, "Forget it."

Lin Xiaolu nodded after hearing the words, and said a long "Oh~"

Zhao Xuanyi sneered disdainfully: "Is this little guy planning to push Chen Nianyun off the jade platform? Does he really think that after practicing martial arts for a year, he will be invincible? It's ridiculous."

Qi Guan Yun, the elder who is connected to the demon lineage, glanced at Zhao Xuanyi, and persuaded with some kindness: "Junior brother Zhao, Brother Wei thinks that you have been slapped in the face enough times today, and there is no need to increase it~"

Zhao Xuanyi's face darkened when he heard this, and he "hummed" for a while and stopped speaking.

On the white marble platform, facing Chen Nianyun who was hiding in the cover, Lin Xiaolu took a deep breath, then stretched out his body, slowly twisting all the joints of his body, and finally assumed a posture ready to exert strength.

"Level [-]—Iron Mountain!"

With a violent roar, the boy stomped on the ground, and the side muscles on his back were like a hammer, hitting the golden cover hard!

"boom!"

The golden cover trembled violently uncontrollably, and Chen Nianyun inside felt a strong momentum, and moved back a few inches with the entire cover.

This scene once again shocked everyone's jaws, and Fang Wuxiu, the Elder of Lingjian, almost stared out of his eyes!

"Brother Lu, come on! Brother Lu, come on!"

Dongfangdan, Tang Hanqing, Liu Shuai, and many other children were lying on the stage, waving their fists and shouting.

"Ha!" Lin Xiaolu kept breathing, and slammed into the cover fiercely again. The huge impact sound was as thick and powerful as the bell every morning, and the semicircular metal cover moved back again!

"Come, come, the brothers of Yide Furen Gang stand up, let's line up together." Dongfangdan shouted to the children: "I will say one, two, three, and everyone will shout slogans with me, come on!

One!

two!

three!

rise! "

"Supreme Emei! Convincing people with virtue! Supernatural powers! Boundless mana!"

Off the court, the children shouted in unison, and Lin Xiaolu once again hit Chen Nianyun's cover with the iron mountain.

"boom!"

"Supreme Emei! Convincing people with virtue! Supernatural powers! Boundless mana!"

"boom!"

"Supreme Emei! Convincing people with virtue! Supernatural powers! Boundless mana!"

"boom!"

The children's yelling became more and more vigorous, while Chen Nianyun inside the cover showed despair, he had already been knocked to the edge of the stage...

Lin Xiaolu exhaled foul air, stretched his posture, and then twisted his hips again!

"boom!"

The cover moved again, and half of it moved out of the stage.

Chen Nianyun's whole face was ashen, as if he had accepted his fate.

I finally lost. I was in confinement for more than half a year, but I still couldn't beat this guy...

Lin Xiaolu shouted: "Iron-mountain-damn!"

"boom!"

Chen Nianyun was completely knocked off the platform and fell to the ground.

The children suddenly burst into fiery cheers, shouting: "Emei Supreme! Conquer people with virtue! Supernatural powers! Magic power is boundless!"

And Lin Xiaolu was also high-spirited, with his hands behind his back, standing proudly on the entire white marble platform, raising his hair and laughing like a pig: "Hohohohohohoho~".

Li Yaoxi in the audience looked at the rampant Lin Xiaolu, and curled her lips: "Junior Sister, look at his cheap look, it really sucks."

Li Miaoxin ignored him, and clapped with joy in her eyes.

After laughing for a while, Lin Xiaolu looked at Ye Qingluan who was eating grapes on the high platform and said proudly:

"Master, I have defeated everyone at the same stage, now I can continue to be an inner disciple!"

Ye Qingluan glanced at him with a smile, then looked at the elders and said with a smile: "Elders, what do you think?"

Zhao Xuanyi kept silent with a cold face. He was slapped in the face too many times today, and now he doesn't want to talk anymore.

The other elders didn't speak much, most of them were slapped in the face, and each of them expressed that they didn't want to speak.

It was Zhang Mobai who took the initiative to smile and said: "My generation of monks should keep their promises. Lin Xiaolu defeated all the disciples of the same stage with his own ability. It is really good. He deserves to continue to be an inner disciple!"