Spiritual pet cultivates immortality, villain sacrifices to heaven

The host of the ring is Jin Qian, a plump and beautiful Jindan female monk wearing a pink dress, "Dear brothers and sisters, today we will hold a challenge, and that is our Master Ning Changkong and Uncle Ning will challenge 320 one by one." Disciples of Tianwuzong! Let us wait and see, the exciting challenge will come!"

"Because there is only one Uncle Ning who is fighting, we set ten rounds every day! First, the first round will be played. The challenger, Junior Brother Wang Wu, is a middle-stage foundation builder who majors in spiritual swords. Very good result!"

"Now invite challengers and challengers to enter!"

Ning Changkong walked into the ring.

A circular symbol in the center of the arena.

There should be a formation buried underneath, but it can control the fluctuation of the attack within the field, without hurting the surrounding crowd and buildings.

Wang Wu is a burly man in his thirties with a broad face.

Wang Wu swaggered into the arena, raised his head, and snorted coldly.

According to seniority, he is at the junior level, and he should salute Ning Changkong.

But thinking that the other party might be the demon king of the demon clan, Wang Wu raised his head angrily. When did the sect allow the demon clan to be here?

He must teach the other party well.

It is best to hit the opponent with hemiplegia, and then let him withdraw from the sect voluntarily.

After making a bet, Lin Chuyue jumped down the steps. Looking at the burly man in front of her, she directly used the opponent's head as a springboard, jumped onto his head, and rushed towards Ning Changkong.

"Damn, what?"

When he sensed something above his head, he was startled, and before he could react, the white mass had already rushed over and rushed towards Ning Changkong.

Ning Changkong reached out and hugged Huihui, then turned around and said:

"It's only in the middle stage of foundation establishment. Go find Qiaolan and watch from the side."

As he spoke, he wrapped Huihui with spiritual power and threw it towards Qiaolan who had just sat down in the stands behind him.

Qiaolan reached out to catch Huihui who was protesting, and comforted her while smoothing her hair.

Qin Luoling originally wanted to reach out to take it, but when she saw Huihui walking directly towards Qiaolan, she withdrew her hand resentfully, feeling a little apprehensive in her heart.

She felt that she took care of Huihui so carefully, and she was sincere enough, that Ning Changkong should trust herself.

Yang Xiaobao at the side took out a spiritual fruit, and seduced Huihui, "Huihui, come here, I'll give you something delicious!"

Lin Chuyue rolled her eyes at him and looked towards the ring.

on the ring.

Ning Changkong turned to face the visitor: "Go ahead!"

"Hmph, can you be so arrogant at the early stage of foundation establishment and use secret methods to cover up your cultivation?"

Wang Wu suddenly sneered, twisted his neck, shook his arms, and squeezed his fists.

"Seeing that you are the ancestor's closed disciple, I won't use the sword, and I will teach you with my fist! You'd better leave Tianwuzong as soon as possible!"

"Tianwuzong does not welcome demons!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards Ning Changkong.

Ning Changkong watched the other party's relatively weak and too much spiritual power surge, his legs spread out to shoulder level, and his hands were behind his back.

"What? Why is he so arrogant? He didn't even use the spirit sword?!" Many people suddenly exclaimed.

"Wang Wu has body training!"

"He once beat the foundation-building bear demon to death with his fist in the foggy forest!"

Many female disciples screamed and couldn't help covering their eyes, for fear of seeing a bloody scene.

Uncle Ning was so handsome, it was a pity that he was blown away with a single punch.

All the male disciples kept their mouths open. Is this Uncle Ning a fool?Facing a challenger beyond his own cultivation, waiting to be beaten?

Wang Wu looked at the other party's stupidly immobile posture, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and directly attacked his chest.

Ning Changkong watched the opponent move slowly, waited in front of him, twisted his body to avoid the fist that was coming towards his chest, then moved his left foot to the side, stretched out his right foot and kicked the opponent's chest.

"boom!"

This kick gave the opponent a solid kick. Wang Wu watched in disbelief when he was about to touch the opponent's chest in the end.

"Too slow!" Ning Changkong said.When he was concentrating, he found that Wang Wu running over was like a slowed down animation, moving in front of him frame by frame.

Hitting the stands, Wang Wu vomited a big mouthful of blood, and then passed out.His chest caved in.

The elders and Leng Hao who had just arrived just happened to see this scene.

"The kid is so fast!" Elder Li exclaimed in admiration.

Seeing the arrival of the sect master and the elders, many people looked at the ring master's seat.

Soon Wang Wu's friend went over to help Wang Wu who was unconscious. This person looked at Ning Changkong in disbelief.Wang Wu broke several ribs and his chest collapsed severely.

"Sorry, I didn't control the force well!" Ning Changkong didn't expect that the other party was too careless, and he only used five points of force, which would cause him serious injury.

"This is a repair pill." Ning Changkong sacrificed a pill.The man quickly accepted it and thanked him.

For the Challenger League, disability is unavoidable, but the opponent also gave a repair pill, which is considered kind.

After receiving the elixir, it turned out to be a second-level elixir with two pill patterns.

"Thank you, Uncle Ning!" The man thanked solemnly.

Ning Changkong didn't want to lose his life in the first match.After all, they are from the same sect, and the sect rules still watch over and help each other.

The overall atmosphere of Tianwuzong is very good, and he likes it very much.

Although it was a misunderstanding this time, he believed that as long as he found Zhan Pingzhi, the truth would be revealed, and he didn't need to say anything.

In the stands, there was no sound.

Everyone thought that Ning Changkong's blood would splatter all over the ground, but they didn't expect that before they could see clearly, Wang Wu would already fall to the ground, vomiting blood and unconscious.

"In the first match, Master Ning won!"

The host Jin Qian came to the center of the ring stepping on a lotus flower with a lotus aura gushing from the ground to announce the winner this time.

"Excuse me, Uncle Ning, should we take a break at halftime or continue?"

"continue."

Ning Changkong said, he hasn't contributed much yet.

"Okay, let's invite the second challenger, Zhang Hang!"

With the sound of beginning.

Zhang Hang saw Wang Wu being beaten, so he took out his weapon very cautiously, but he was also kicked away.

This time Ning Changkong only used three points of force, and Zhang Hang was kicked and fell to the side of the ring, but he quickly stood up, bleeding from the corner of his mouth and wanting to continue.

"Sorry, don't hit me anymore. I only used three parts of my strength. I'm afraid I'll cripple you too. I don't have so many medicinal pills to give away. The pills are not cheap." Ning Changkong said flatly.

He also didn't expect the monks below the foundation to become so vulnerable under his hands.

"What kind of cultivation do you have?!" Zhang Hang didn't expect that the other party only exerted a three-point force. Then Wang Wu was seriously injured just now, how much force did the other party exert?

Is it because you are afraid of serious injury that you put in so much effort?What kind of cultivation is the other party?

Didn't it mean that it was only in the early stage of foundation building?

"I've formed a pill." Ning Changkong stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.

"what?!!"

"Didn't you just build the foundation?"

"how could it be possible?"

The audience in the stands suddenly seemed to be exploding, and there were inconceivable discussions.

Even many monks in the Nascent Soul stage were surprised, because they couldn't see Ning Changkong's cultivation.

"Building the foundation in a year, it will form a pill in a few months? What kind of Arabian Nights is this?!"

"But although Wang Wu didn't use a weapon, he didn't hold back his hand, and was directly seriously injured by the second. Ning Changkong's cultivation must be above the middle stage of foundation establishment. So he really formed the alchemy?"

This news made a group of monks who hadn't built a foundation for more than ten years, and it took tens or hundreds of years to form alchemy, all of them were extremely ashamed.

Without these two competitions, they would definitely say that Ning Changkong was bragging, bragging about breaking the sky.

But it is true.

The monks in the foundation building period lost to him with a single punch.He still has to bear the force, so as not to accidentally kill someone, and he has to pay for the medicine if he is seriously injured.

Usually, if you get injured in a competition, you think you are unlucky and buy medicine out of your own pocket, but Ning Changkong even gave him a pill for treatment.

Many people admired Ning Changkong's mind, and they called him a lot more naturally and respectfully, "Uncle Ning is really a genius, otherwise he wouldn't have been accepted as a closed disciple by the ancestor."

"Zhang Hang admits defeat, thank you Master Ning for being merciful!" Zhang Hang saluted Ning Changkong as a disciple.

"Second match, Master Ning won!"

The host hurried into the arena and announced the winner of the second round.

"Congratulations to Uncle Ning, congratulations to Uncle Ning, I didn't expect Uncle Ning to form a pill in such a short period of time, he really deserves to be a genius disciple among the geniuses of our Tianwuzong!"

Ning Changkong stood there neither sad nor happy, waiting for the third match.

The host asked Ning Changkong again that he needed an intermission, but Ning Changkong vetoed it.

The third person is in the late stage of foundation establishment, and he admits defeat as soon as he comes. Although he is in the late stage of foundation establishment, he can only draw with Wang Wuhe.

This challenge arrangement is arranged from the lowest level of cultivation.

The first ten games were all about building foundations.

Without exception, in the fourth round, they directly conceded.

Until the eighth round, the disciple who had successfully established his foundation decided to have a good fight with Ning Changkong. This time he went out this time, he had fought against many golden core stage evil cultivators, and even defeated his opponents several times.