Forced Vest [Rebirth]

The cultivator stiffened his body and landed on the competition platform, took two deep breaths, controlled his emotions, and threw the jade slip in his hand to Lord Kunlun, who touched the jade slip in his hand, and a rune flashed with light .

Lord Kunlun threw the jade slip to the monk who was defeated by him, and the monk put away the jade slip, not wanting to linger for a second, turned around and left with a gloomy face.

The disciples who were watching were all dumbfounded.

"Mr. Kunlun is really powerful, and he has extraordinary attainments in formations and spells. Only now did he start the competition, and he defeated the monks in the late stage of Jindan. It only took a few breaths!"

"Is this the strength of Tianjiao? It's terrifying!"

"It turns out that formation spells can be cultivated to such a tyrannical level?"

Most of the onlookers watching the Kunlun Lord's competition were disciples of Kunlun Xianzhou, as well as monks who were proficient in talismans and formations. Many monks even took pens to record something.

Mr. Kunlun looked like a peacock with its tail open, waving its golden fan, and said triumphantly: "Which brother and brother wants to challenge Xiaosheng? Just let the horse come over, Xiaosheng will let you see, what is a real formation master!"

"I come."

An erratic voice sounded, and the monk shrouded in shadow jumped onto the competition stage and showed the jade slip in his hand.

"Fan Wuji, a disciple of West Nether Continent, is at the Great Consummation of Golden Core Stage, can he fight Kunlun Lord?"

Mr. Kunlun sized Fan Wuji's eyes, and muttered:

"West Youming Continent, oh, ghost cultivator! To be honest, Xiaosheng hasn't fought against ghost cultivators, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators yet. Today, Xiaosheng will come to experience the methods of ghost cultivators."

The black mist was billowing, covering Ghost Xiu's figure, and he couldn't see Fan Wuji's expression clearly, but he could hear Ghost Xiu's voice very displeased: "Junior brother compares ghost Xiu, demon cultivator and demon cultivator, isn't it very unpleasant?" appropriate?"

Kunlun-jun closed the folding fan in his hand, and nodded his chin: "Xiaosheng doesn't have any special meaning, you are all from Taiyin Six Immortals Continent, Xiaosheng is quick to talk, I hope Brother Fan will not be angry.

"No, I'm very angry. You know, the guy who said that just now has his tail hair bald by me, and I threw him into the lake to take a bath."

Fan Wuji said in a hoarse voice, the black mist around him rolled and rose, gathered into the air, turned into a big hand, and slapped Kunlun Jun.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Brother Fan is really angry."

Mr. Kunlun looked up at the big black hand that descended from the sky, with the folding fan in his hand resting on his lower lip, and said helplessly.

"Since senior brother is in a bad mood, let's get off the court and go to rest."

Kunlun Jun's final voice rose, and as he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and the folding fan in his hand swelled against the wind, turning into a giant fan of more than three feet.

Mr. Kunlun snapped his fingers, and the giant fan flapped, and the stage looked like a huge black palm blowing towards the sky like a hurricane.

The black mist collided with the fan, and the gems inlaid on the fan were impacted by the spiritual energy, immediately shattered and scattered on the competition platform.

The giant black palm was also crushed by the impact.

Fan Wuji, who was hidden in the black mist, sneered, and disappeared with the black mist.

"The ghost cultivator's concealment method is really good."

Mr. Kunlun restored the fan to its original shape, closed it and held it in the palm of his hand. He frowned and looked around, but he couldn't find Fan Wuji.

Suddenly, a large black mist gushed out from under Kunlun-jun's feet, and the black mist suddenly turned into chains, entangled Kunlun-jun in an instant.

The chain tightened, and strands of black mist seeped into Mr. Kunlun's skin, and Mr. Kunlun's complexion changed.

"Mr. Kunlun, you lost. I will defeat you with five breaths of time."

Fan Wuji appeared opposite Kunlun Jun.

Guixiu raised his hand, and one end of the chain formed by the black mist fell into his hand. Fan Wuji tugged at the chain, shaking Kunlun Jun's figure.

"This mist was transformed by the soul-eating insects from West Nether Continent. It looks like a mist, but it is actually a large number of densely packed soul-eating insects. The soul-eating insects penetrate into the monk's skin and can control the monk's body. Mr. Kunlun, I think it's up to you to do it first." Let's take a rest next time."

Fan Wuji's voice was joyful.

"Tsk tsk, senior brother is too happy too early, did Senior Fan forget something?"

Jun Kunlun, who was controlled by the Soul Eater, couldn't move his body, but fortunately he was still able to speak.

Fan Wuji shook the rope that had turned into a soul-eating insect: "Of course I remember that Mr. Kunlun is proficient in formations and talismans, but so what, you can't move, no matter how exquisite the formation is, you can't arrange it, you can only move your mouth , is not in vain!"

"No, no, for the top magicians, everything is a foregone conclusion before the competition."

Mr. Kunlun shook his head.

"If you don't believe me, brother, you can look back."

Fan Wuji was startled when he saw the cheerful smile on Kunlun Jun's face.

"Seven Ghost Slayer Formation, open!"

Mr. Kunlun let out a low snort and activated the formation.

I saw that the scattered gemstones on the competition stage suddenly emitted strong light, forming a powerful formation, trapping Fan Wuji.

Fan Wuji was trapped in the formation, and the Soul Eater lost contact with him. The black chains wrapped around Kunlun Jun disappeared and turned into a black mist, rushing towards the formation that trapped Fan Wuji.

The Ghost Killing Seven Killing Formation was designed to subdue ghost cultivators, golden runes popped out of the formation and sank into Fan Wuji's body. The black mist around Fan Wuji was quickly defeated, revealing a pale boy in black clothes.

"Xiaosheng won. It took ten breaths. However, arguing with the senior brother wasted five breaths, tsk."

Mr. Kunlun waved his fan and said.

The veins on Fan Wuji's face were throbbing. He glanced around and saw the gems scattered in the seven corners of the competition platform. He felt that he had lost for no reason: "Mr. Kunlun's method is really unusual, but to be honest, is your behavior too much?" It's a bit sneaky, which makes me very unhappy."

"It's fine if Xiaosheng is happy. Do you want to admit defeat, little brother?"

Mr. Kunlun said with a smile in his hand, holding the fan without gems.

The golden mantra entered his body like a fire, and he felt that the spiritual power in his body was completely drained. Fan Wuji shook his head helplessly: "It's because I underestimate the enemy, I admit defeat."

Kunlun-jun snapped his fingers, and the formation was released, and Fan Wuji felt much better.

The smoke from the soul-eating insect enveloped Fan Wuji again, Guixiu snorted coldly, and threw the jade slip to Lord Kunlun.

Ghost Xiu said very unhappy:

"Mr. Kunlun's way of setting up the formation is really novel, but blindly playing tricks is not the way to win the leader of the competition."

Before he finished speaking, the audience shouted loudly: "Fan! Wu! Ji! I'm going to kill you bastard! How dare you use the soul-eating insect to attack me!"

"I must pull out your hair one by one, and crush your little bugs to death one by one!"

"Pull the bald, crush to death!"

Fan Wuji, who still wanted to say something, shook the black mist all over his body, turned around, and saw Qingqiu Yaoxiu with a few seaweeds on his head and a murderous face.

Ghost Xiu rushed over to get back his jade slip, and escaped from the competition stage like lightning.

The drenched demon cultivator chased after him fiercely.

"Well, this must be the demon cultivator whose bald tail hair was pulled into the lake by Junior Brother Fan."

Mr. Kunlun watched the two chase each other away, and leisurely waved the fan in his hand.

All the monks in the audience: ...

Is there something wrong with this group of Tianjiao?

Mr. Kunlun on the competition stage squinted his eyes, watching Guixiu and Yaoxiu fighting in the distance, and after a while of tsk-tsk, he retracted his gaze, and his gaze precisely locked onto Feng Zhiyuan in the audience.

Mr. Kunlun waved to Feng Zhiyuan: "Junior Brother Zhiyuan, look, Xiaosheng is so powerful, shouldn't he be the leader of this sect's competition? Hehehehe!"

Feng Zhiyuan said dumbly: "...Senior brother is very powerful."

Ming Tan on the side kept smiling - double opening, it was really cool, so cool that he wanted to kill another self, what should I do.

At this time, another figure jumped onto the stage.

"Senior brother's methods are really good, why don't you let me teach you how to set up formations, how about?"

The one who challenged Mr. Kunlun this time was a female cultivator with long chestnut hair, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a high nose and deep eyes, a pair of golden eyes, and a string of gold ornaments on her slender arms. , making a crisp sound.

"Cultivator Tiantu Yun Piao Piao."

The monk saluted Kunlun Lord.

"Kunlun monk Kunlun Lord."

Mr. Kunlun returned the gift.

After the two saluted, Yun Piaopiao made the first move.

The graceful female cultivator raised her arms and twisted her waist, and the gold rings wrapped around her arms, waist, and neck collided with each other, making a jingling sound, and golden ripples swayed from the gold rings.

The ripples from the vibration of the golden ring hit Kunlun Jun, and the jade pendant worn by Kunlun Jun immediately turned into powder.

"This is a sonic attack?"

Mr. Kunlun raised his eyebrows.

There was a clicking sound, Kunlun Jun looked down, and saw the fan in his hand, and all the gems on the fan were turned into powder.

Mr. Kunlun shook his fan, and the shiny gemstone powder scattered on his clothes, making his shiny clothes shine even more.

Mr. Kunlun raised his hand and dusted off his clothes: "Senior Sister Yun, you are so reckless, do you think that if Xiaosheng doesn't have gems and jade, he can't form a formation?"

"Yes."

Yun Piao Piao said crisply.

Lord Kunlun shook his head regretfully when he heard the words:

"Actually, there are many ways for Xiaosheng to set up formations. Don't talk about gems, just give Xiaosheng a few stones or a few pieces of paper, and Xiaosheng can lay out formations at will."

"It's a pity that Xiaosheng's gems are all treasures given to Xiaosheng by all the masters. You really make Xiaosheng heartbroken by doing this!"

Yun Piaopiao moved gracefully like a dance. When the bracelets collided and made golden ripples, Yun Piaopiao approached Kunlun Jun and raised his hand to support Kunlun Jun's chin: "Junior brother, do you think I only have this kind of attack? I But Yuntu Tool Cultivator, the rings on my body are all magic tools."

Jun Kunlun held Yun Piaopiao's soft fingers and threw them away: "Senior sister, please respect yourself."

Yun Piaopiao: "..."

I'm so angry, I want to kill Kunlun Jun.

Yun Piaopiao's body was soft, like a dexterous snake. The golden ring on her arm touched the back of Kunlun Jun's hand, and suddenly turned into a small golden snake, wrapped around Kunlun Jun's wrist.

Jun Kunlun shot out a wave of spiritual energy and killed the snake on his wrist. The snake turned into a golden ring. He crushed the golden ring and threw it on the ground.

Yun Piaopiao narrowed his eyes, and the golden belt around his waist instantly turned into a boa constrictor, swallowing the gold nuggets on the ground, and the golden boa constrictor grew in size.

"I admit, junior brother, your formation skills are indeed extraordinary, but my Tiantu's refining technique is much more sublime than your Kunlun's formation talisman."

Yun Piaopiao raised his hand and took off the gold ring on his wrist, and threw it into the python's mouth.

The body of the boa constrictor formed by the magic weapon swelled violently.

Yun Piaopiao jumped up and landed on the giant python that turned into a hill.

"What a big snake!"

The little novice from Lingshan under the stands exclaimed, and then they all clapped their hands excitedly.

Yun Piaopiao: ...

She felt like a mortal juggler.

The golden python coiled up on the competition platform, occupying the entire competition platform. The giant python spat out its core and drew its tail towards Kunlun Jun.