The fear of cultivating immortals comes from insufficient firepower

In the storm, the dense sword energy cut the arena into pieces.

The fierce attack of the Vajra Mahamudra caused the formation shield to shake continuously.

The entire arena was filled with gravel and smoke, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

The onlookers craned their necks to see who won and who lost in the end.

Even Li Xiaofan was very curious.

But what he was curious about was not the victory or defeat of the two, but that Li Xiaofan was more interested in the King Kong Sect's technique of creating spiritual patterns to enhance strength.

And as everyone watched, the smoke and dust on the field finally dispersed.

Duan Fei and Xu Lang were seen retreating dozens of meters each, both of them looking quite embarrassed.

Duan Fei's body was covered with small and dense wounds, and he was breathing heavily.

And Xu Lang was not much better. His clothes were torn a lot, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face was slightly pale.

However, soon, the two of them laughed at the same time and held each other's fists.

Duan Fei: "The Qinglian Sect's swordsmanship is really powerful, this fight was a blast!"

Xu Lang: "The name of King Kong of the King Kong Sect is indeed worthy of the name, it is tough enough!"

After saying that, Duan Fei turned to look at Yao Zixu under the ring.

"Senior, let this be a draw!"

Seeing that Xu Lang had no objection, Yao Zixu opened the shield and let the two people out.

Looking at the shattered arena, Yao Zixu once again cast spells on the array.

In an instant, the broken arena was restored by itself at a speed visible to the naked eye under the shining light of the spirit.

The end was the same as the beginning, with no trace of a battle at all.

Next, Yao Zixu spoke again, allowing confident people to compete.

The next moment, a female disciple from the Hehuan Sect flew onto the stage.

I saw that this woman looked very coquettish, and she was dressed very coolly, but her eyes had a hint of gloom, which ruined her pretty face.

Seeing this, everyone thought that this woman would be like everyone else, bow before going on stage, and then see who would be willing to compete with her.

However, this woman's performance was unexpected.

After taking the stage, he had no intention of saluting, but looked directly at Li Xiaofan.

"Li Xiaofan, you attacked and injured my beloved Yin Ping in a sneak attack. Do you dare to come on stage and fight me now?"

Hearing this, many people followed the woman's gaze and looked at Li Xiaofan, who was lying on the chair with Lang Yangyang, enjoying the massage with hammers and steel crystals.

On the side, Pang Tong chuckled and spoke.

"Junior brother Li, you injured someone else's man, and now someone comes to your door. What are you going to do?"

Hearing this, Li Xiaofan, who was bored, finally sat up straight and looked at the woman on the ring playfully.

"Girl, are you sure you want to fight me? Do you know that your man is asking you to die?"

The woman glared fiercely: "Stop looking down on others, come on stage and die!"

Seeing the opponent's insistence, Li Xiaofan had no choice but to spread his hands and step onto the ring.

Although this woman is rude, my brother Fan is a scholar, so he still has to show some grace.

Holding a fist towards the woman, Li Xiaofan said calmly: "Li Xiaofan, a disciple of the Zixia Sect, is at the peak of foundation building. Please give me some advice."

As a result, the woman didn't talk nonsense to Li Xiaofan at all. Even before Yao Zixu called start, the woman took action in advance.

The storage bag lit up, and a long scroll unfolded out of thin air.

There are countless enchanting beauties painted on the scroll, which look vivid and like real people.

As soon as the scroll was unfolded, the beauties inside made countless sounds, entering Li Xiaofan's sea of ​​consciousness like demonic sounds penetrating his ears.

In an instant, Li Xiaofan's consciousness found that he appeared in a gentle village full of beauties.

The beautiful woman inside kept posing and saying some unpleasant things to Li Xiaofan.

At the same time, Li Xiaofan's spiritual consciousness began to sink involuntarily, as if he had forgotten who he was and fell directly into the land of gentleness.

Even the blood in his body began to feel hot and boiling due to the collapse of this spiritual consciousness.

But in reality, Old Man Hu stood up immediately when he saw the scroll sent by the woman.

Then he looked at the Hehuan Sect's camp with cold eyes and said, "Bao Ju, what does Hehuan Sect mean?"

"Before the referee called start, your sect's female disciple took the lead and took action. This has already broken the rules."

"That's not all. Two Foundation Establishment Realm disciples were competing, and they actually had He Huan Sect's long-established magic weapon, the Magic Girl Picture, in their hands. Are you deliberately taking revenge?"

Hearing this, the leader of the Hehuan Sect smiled coldly.

"Hu Yifeng, what you said is wrong."

"Fellow Taoist Yao Zixu didn't say before that the competition couldn't start without calling for start!"

"In addition, regardless of whether the Magic Girl Picture is a magic weapon that has been famous for a long time in our sect, it is still in the hands of my sect's disciples and it will be inappropriate to use it."

"Are you only allowed to use talismans for your sect's disciples and not allow others to use magic weapons?"

Hearing this, Old Man Hu was so angry that he wanted to take action. The other party was clearly acting rogue.

Ever since, Old Man Hu looked at Yao Zixu again.

"Yao Zixu, you didn't call start, this doesn't count."

However, Yao Zixu sneered: "No! I just started shouting, but my voice was relatively low, so you didn't hear it."

After hearing this, Old Man Hu and all the Zixia Sect disciples were filled with hatred.

Old Man Hu also didn't expect that Yao Zixu, who hated himself, would openly favor the Hehuan Sect at this moment.

At the same time, the female disciple of the Hehuan Sect on the stage was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Seeing that Li Xiaofan seemed to have been pulled into the illusion by the magical magical girl picture, the girl sneered and rushed towards Li Xiaofan quickly.

The sharp nails gleamed with cold light and they clawed at Li Xiaofan's neck without any sign of holding back.

He said even more viciously: "Injure my love, I want you to die!"

At the same time, Yin Ping, who had not yet recovered from his injury, looked at this scene with extremely hot eyes, as if he would see Li Xiaofan's head missing in the next moment.

On the other side, Old Man Hu couldn't stand it anymore and planned to stop the other party's shameless behavior.

However, just when he had this idea, he suddenly frowned, then showed a sneer, and sat back with peace of mind.

Even the other members of Zixia Sect showed the same sneer almost at the same time, and their expressions relaxed.

At this time in the arena, the female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect had already arrived in front of Li Xiaofan.

However, just when she thought she was about to succeed, she saw Li Xiaofan, who looked like he was under an illusion but acted very dull.

Suddenly he reached out his hand, grabbed the woman's wrist, and then twisted it hard.

With the blessing of the divine power talisman, the female cultivator's wrist was twisted into a twist with a few snaps.

The female cultivator suddenly let out a scream and looked at Li Xiaofan in disbelief.

At the same time, many people watching also showed surprised expressions.

Many of the leaders here have heard of and even seen the power of the Hehuan Sect's Fantasy Girl Picture.

Once the demonic sound penetrates the ears, it can directly pull the monk's consciousness into the illusion.

If you are not a person with a high level of cultivation, a strong mental power, or a magic weapon specifically designed to protect your spiritual consciousness, it will be almost difficult to break free on your own.

But Li Xiaofan is just a foundation-building monk, how could he escape the illusion of a treasure like the Phantom Girl Picture?

The people of Hehuan Sect were even more disbelieving. Yin Ping shook his head unconsciously, as if he didn't want to accept this fact.

However, Li Xiaofan wouldn't care so much. The woman in front of him was only in the middle stage of foundation building.

How dare you use a magic weapon to plot against yourself? You are really looking for death.

Fortunately, I have two sources of spiritual consciousness. This picture of the phantom girl only pulled one of them into the illusion, while the other one was still awake.

Otherwise, Li Xiaofan might really capsize in the gutter.

Thinking of this, Li Xiaofan waved his hand, and two spirit-sealing talismans were attached to the woman's body, sealing her spiritual power.

Afterwards, Li Xiaofan clenched his fists loudly, looked at the woman with an evil smile and said, "Damn it, if you don't learn well at a young age, you should be beaten!"