[Transmigration Book] Hidden BOSS

The night passed peacefully.

The sky turned white slightly, and the breeze gently blew Long Jue's hair along the half-open window. He put down the book he had been reading all night, and Long Jue took a look at the sky outside, and looked at the book that was still hanging on the window. Mo Xuan, who hadn't come down yet, said, "Long Liu and the others are coming out soon."

As soon as Long Jue's words fell, the door on the opposite side squeaked. Long Liu was wearing a sky blue dress, his long hair was loosely braided and wrapped around his neck, and he looked capable with a bit of playfulness. The appearance appeared on the opposite side.

The moment Long Liu opened the door, the black snake climbed down from the window frame and coiled itself on the soft couch.

As soon as she went out, she saw Long Jue, Long Liu ran over excitedly, greeted Long Jue through the window, and said, "Did your benefactor not practice today?" She looked at the book in Long Jue's hand.

"Stealing a little lazy." Long Jue said lightly, and then put the book back into the storage bracelet calmly.

Long Liu's brothers all came out of the room one after another. Today is the treasure fighting meeting, but they all look like they are not awake, and they don't seem to care about the meeting at all.

Long Jue looked at them and shook his head slightly. It was true that one generation was not as good as the previous generation. Although Long Liu and his master's generation seemed to be very incomprehensible, none of them had fallen behind in cultivation. Outstanding among his peers in the Martial Arts.

In the Treasure Fighting Competition, the competition was about cultivation, and the bet was about treasures. Long Liu took out a storage ring to show Long Jue, and said excitedly: "Benefactor, here are all the treasures that my master asked me to bring this time. "As she spoke, she took out all the things in the storage ring.

There are not many things, but it can be seen that the Lingshan School has a profound heritage.

A glazed mirror, a fiery red fairy stone and a bottle of elixir. Although there are only these three things, none of them are ordinary products. The glazed mirror is a high-level magic weapon, the main defense, and can withstand the attacks of monks below the transformation stage , and that bottle of elixir is a high-level elixir, the best elixir to fight against demons.

What interested Long Jue the most was the fairy stone, he took it from Long Liu's hand and looked at it carefully, then raised his eyebrows and said: "Fire Phoenix Stone." His tone was a bit surprised.

Long Liu looked at Long Jue adoringly and said, "Does your benefactor know the origin of this stone?" She brought this stone from home, and she thought it was very beautiful, but when she started to practice, she suddenly found that there was a stone inside. It contains spiritual energy, but she took the stone and asked her master, but she didn't ask anything.

Finally, I learned the name of this stone from an uncle who likes to travel.

The fire phoenix stone was similar to the green dragon breath he was looking for. It was left by the ancient Suzaku, and it was almost the same as the blue dragon scale. Long Jue took out a red string to thread the fire phoenix stone, and handed it back to Long Liu , softly said: "It is good for your cultivation to carry it with you all the time." The aura in Long Liu's body has the same origin as this fire phoenix stone.

As soon as Long Liu heard what Long Jue said, he simply tied the red string to his wrist. Fortunately, the stone was not too big, so it was not too strange to wear it on his hand.

When the sun rose in mid-air, disciples from the outer sect of the Yunshan School came to the courtyard and came to guide them. The Treasure Fighting Conference was held in the sect square. The two sects compete in the best-of-three format.

Long Jue and Mo Xuan acted as members of the Lingshan Sect, and followed them to the area of ​​the Lingshan Sect.

The one who competed with the Lingshan School was a little-known sect belonging to the tail of the crane. Long Jue and Mo Xuan stood aside and watched as they had no intention of making a move. After Long Liu carefully placed the glass mirror on the betting table, When I came back, I found that the person on the opposite side was already waiting on it, but no one on my side had gone up yet.

Long Liu looked at his sloppy senior brothers, and when he got angry, he dragged the one closest to her and threw him onto the stage.

The opponent was a burly man with an iron hammer. Brother Long Liu's face turned green as soon as he got up, and he hurriedly took out his weapon. No matter how he looked, he was being chased and beaten.

"Why did you let him play?" Wen He's unique voice came from behind Long Jue, "He seems to be losing." As if to verify that Wen He's words were correct, Long Liu's senior brother resisted the opponent's attack more and more The more embarrassing it is.

Long Jue glanced at him sideways, and said indifferently: "Congratulations." Wen He's aura is much stronger than when we met before, it seems that he should have made a breakthrough in his cultivation recently.

Wen He was startled, then smiled modestly, "Breaking through a bottleneck by chance."

"It's not accidental that we were able to break through the bottleneck, and we didn't play him nonsense, but because he can win." Long Jue finished speaking softly, and before Wen He could respond, the result of the match on stage had already come to an end.

Brother Long Liu was carrying his sword in embarrassment, raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and waved his hand to the people below. The opponent opposite him was lying on the ground, and the weapon hammer hit the side of his head.

Wen He was silent for a while, and then said with a smile: "It's my eyesight."

The second match ended very quickly, and the Lingshan faction won. Although the opponent is a small sect, it is impossible for them to come up with anything to fool things. So after the match, the Lingshan faction got the opponent's bet—the 700-year-old Qingling Grass.

Although it is not considered a rare medicinal herb, because of the high demand for Qinglingcao for elixir, this kind of old one is somewhat precious.

The Yunshan sect is considered an alchemy sect, and their cultivation is dedicated to alchemy, so Wen He's eyes flashed with envy when he saw this herb.

"Congratulations in advance to fellow daoist for getting the secret scroll." Wen He said to Long Jue with a smile.

Long Jue lowered his eyes, and smiled intriguingly, "To each other."

The competitions of the twenty sects were divided one after another. The Lingshan School, the Yunshan School, and the Wanyun School all won without any suspense. After that, they were divided into five groups. This time, the opponent of the Lingshan School was an acquaintance.

They directly confronted Wan Yunzong.

Wen He left after grouping and returned to his own sect. Their opponent this time was not the kind of small sect that could win with a casual fight.

As soon as Lang Yiqi heard that Wan Yunzong had a party with Lingshan, his face, still covered with bruises, immediately darkened. It would be good to match up with anyone, and now he doesn't want to deal with Lingshan sect at all.

And what made Lang Yiqi angry the most was that last night he told the middle-aged man to stay in the room honestly and not go out to cause trouble. Who knew he would really become "honest", lying on the bed and pretending to be dead, no matter what Awake.

After all, the middle-aged man was sent by the sect to protect him. If he didn't come, Lang Yiqi still had no idea. The flames that had been arrogant in the past now didn't even have a spark.

The two sides looked at each other across the stage, Lang Yiqi looked at the black-haired boy standing on the stage, his face turned green and then pale, and the people around him quietly waited for him to give an order, Lang Yiqi gritted his teeth and spoke indiscriminately. He pointed to a person and waved his hand to let him go up.

Can't you hide if you can't beat it?Can't they give up this game?

Looking at Mo Xuan's fists on the person on his side, Lang Yiqi faintly felt that his body began to ache.

Mo Xuan knocked his opponent off the stage neatly. He shook his hand, then held Neidan in his hand again, and stood upright on the stage waiting for the next person to come on stage.

Lang Yiqi stared dumbfounded at Mo Xuan who had no intention of stepping down, what's going on?Still want to play in the group arena?