Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Lin Hansheng raised his hand and lifted the bamboo flute upwards.

The power of the golden elixir was so strong that it directly knocked Shen Shiwei away.

This is...suppression in realm.

Before Lin Hansheng could laugh, he felt dizzy and an unbearable pain in the hand that had just held the bamboo flute. When he looked down,

The entire palm has become red and swollen.

There is even a tendency for it to spread upwards.

poison!

He is...poisoned!

how so.

Shock appeared in Lin Hansheng's eyes.

Before he could figure it out, Shen Shiwei had already rolled over and attacked with the sword again.

Lin Hansheng subconsciously waved his hand to block it.

"block!"

Another collision between the bamboo flute and the long sword.

Lin Hansheng's face turned gloomy. He was no longer arrogant and no longer held back.

The spiritual energy exploded in his hands, and Shen Shiwei had already retreated, but the arena was so small that there was no way to avoid it.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out of her mouth, and Shen Shiwei endured the pain.

Lin Hansheng felt the chill spreading and he could hardly hold the bamboo flute in his hand.

There is no feeling in the hands.

Even my body felt cold.

Poison repair...

It turned out to be a poison cultivator!

This system is too unpopular. This woman has a long sword hanging around her waist. Who can guess it!

Lin Hansheng used his spiritual energy to force the poison out of his body, gritting his teeth.

So what if he’s a poison cultivator? It’s just a little unexpected.

Lin Hansheng then put the bamboo flute to his lips.

The sound of bamboo is heard in waves, and the lingering sound is heard.

The spiritual energy condensed into tiny attacks along with the music, taking the shape of millions of green bamboo leaves.

Then, amid the cold sound of the flute, the pieces of paper turned into sharp blades and stabbed straight at Shen Shiwei.

Below the stage, Lu Chaoyang stood up nervously.

Everyone's face was filled with solemnity.

Shen Shiwei gathered her spiritual energy to block it, but her foundation-building strength was not enough to compete with the golden elixir.

Those tiny attacks, condensed by the sound of the flute, were both painful and itchy, and immediately spread all over the body.

Lin Hansheng sneered.

Do not overestimate your own capabilities.

His aura was clearing away the toxins.

Shen Shiwei waved her sword and tried to block with difficulty, while desperately absorbing spiritual energy, condensing those impurities into toxins, waiting for an opportunity to act.

difficult.

It's really tough.

There seems to be an insurmountable chasm between foundation building and golden elixir.

Facing Lin Hansheng's attack, Shen Shiwei could only dodge awkwardly.

The sound of the flute is pleasant to the ear, but when it gets into the head it gives one an unbearable headache.

fine...

Fortunately, Shen Shiwei is a medical practitioner, and she knows how to alleviate the mental attacks of the sound practitioners.

But knowing and doing...are not the same thing.

Lin Hansheng was slightly surprised.

He didn't expect that Shen Shiwei had persisted until now and had not fainted.

Does he actually possess such a strong mental power?

Shen Shiwei never thought she would win.

She grew up in a world of denial and was recognized as a good-for-nothing in her family.

Even if he came to the Futu Sect, he was just an ordinary one.

But...she doesn't want to be a burden.

So I managed to hold on for a quarter of an hour.

This is Shen Shiwei's belief, and this belief supports her in her struggle on the stage.

Staying on the edge of the ring again and again.

"she..."

Qu Zhen stood up suddenly.

She couldn't bear it.

The girl on the ring was covered in blood, but she rushed forward as if she was not afraid of the pain.

He dodged and rolled around in a state of great disgrace.

This was something she had never bothered to do.

She has always believed that even if you lose, you have to lose with dignity, and winning or losing...is not important.

Can...

Does it really matter?

Qu Zhen clenched her fists tightly, her heart beating violently, and she felt ashamed of having ever thought of retreating.

It was such an all-round crushing match that even the people in the stands found it unbelievable.

This foundation seems to be... quite strong.

He actually managed to hold out for so long under Jin Dan's control.

[Shen Shiwei is somewhat lucky]

The system sighed out loud.

Ning Xiyuan did not answer. She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. Her long, curly eyelashes hid the hostility rising in her eyes.

This is not luck.

Lin Hansheng was holding back.

The competition could have ended early, but it didn't.

"That's too much! This beast!"

Lu Chaoyang, who had just been bandaged, suddenly jumped up and cursed at the ring with a ferocious look on his face.

It was obviously intentional!

He really wanted to rush up and beat Lin Hansheng into a meat pie, then throw him into the pack of dogs so that even the dogs wouldn't eat him.

There is a barrier on the arena.

Shen Shiwei couldn't hear it.

She even began to lose consciousness.

Even she herself couldn't tell whether the sword she swung contained the power of chaos or was mixed with poison.

She wondered...had a quarter of an hour passed?

Don't want to be defeated.

At this moment, I don’t want to be a burden to everyone anymore.

At this moment, she was unexpectedly a little envious of Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin would use forbidden techniques to fight for himself, but she... couldn't even use forbidden techniques.

Overwhelmed by a feeling of powerlessness.

Lin Hansheng suddenly came closer.

Yin Xiu relies on range to expand his attack, so this close distance is a perfect opportunity.

Instinctively, Shen Shiwei got up from the ground and swung the sword.

"Tsk, trash is trash."

The long sword was caught with bare hands, and Lin Hansheng was high above, feeling no pressure at all.

"It will be a quarter of an hour soon."

Shen Shiwei actually only heard this sentence.

It's almost a quarter of an hour.

She just needs to hold on a little longer...

But Lin Hansheng's spiritual energy suddenly surged, and the spiritual energy belonging to the golden elixir exploded.

Lin Hansheng knocked Shen Shiwei out of the ring with one palm.

"clang!"

The referee in the distance rang the bell.

The barrier also shattered at this moment, announcing the end of the competition.

Shen Shiwei fell rapidly like a kite with a broken string.

But it didn't land.

A black figure caught her steadily.

The pill was put into the mouth.

The rich healing aura spread into the internal organs, relieving all kinds of pain in the body.

Shen Shiwei was born into a family of alchemists, so she naturally knew that the elixir she was talking about was extraordinary.

"I'm sorry, Young Master."

Her voice was tired and hoarse, and there was disappointment in her tone.

Didn’t you do it?

Can...

“It’s almost there!”

"What a shame. Alas, I won a complete victory without paying attention."

Lin Hansheng's voice rang out, right on the stage.

According to the rules of the competition, in the next game, he is still qualified to stand on the ring and face Ning Xiyuan together with Liu Ning.

"Lin Hansheng, you bastard!"

Lu Chaoyang was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

Ning Xiyuan pushed Shen Shiwei to Qu Zhen and quickly applied the cleansing technique to himself.

Such a strong smell of blood...

How to do.

Really annoying.

I really want to... kill someone.

Ning Xiyuan stepped onto the stage, the God-Slaying Sword in his hand humming.

Liu Ning also came on stage at this time.

The two stood together, and Lin Hansheng said proudly: "Fellow Daoist Ning, please teach me."

One person cannot defeat Ning Xiyuan...

But now they are... two people!

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Help, I charged Jin*&...Jiang currency tonight and spent ten dollars on a piece of shit.

How could there be such a crematorium?

I feel bad for my brain

I feel more sorry for my ten dollars