I, Rabbit, make inventions!

In the end, there was no winner in this contest.

Seeing that the battlefield was turning into a pile of wasteland, the referee wiped the sweat from his forehead after receiving the message from above, and hurried over to call for a stop.

Bao Liquan felt particularly aggrieved in this battle.

I've never been so frustrated!

Although this was not a real life-and-death duel, he almost tried his best, but he couldn't beat that little black!

A monk at the golden core stage can't beat a monk at the foundation stage!

Although he didn't lose in the end, he didn't win either!

No, it should be because he can't beat that strange two-wheeled magic weapon.

Xiao Hei never used his own spiritual power from the beginning to the end.

Without that magic weapon, Bao Liquan was sure that he would have defeated Xiao Hei with one move long ago!

The complete opposite of Bao Liquan's depression was the excitement of the audience watching the battle.

Everyone thinks the tickets are worth buying this time!

Because they saw a super powerful magic weapon and a wonderful battle!

That day, Xiao Hei rode a strange magic weapon to fight the Jindan stage monks, and the news that he did not lose the wind flew to all directions of Baitang City as if he had grown wings.

The monks who watched the scene had a sense of superiority and couldn't help showing it off in front of others.

"Hey, I told you to buy tickets for that show earlier, but you didn't even listen to it. You regret it now!"

The monk next to him scratched his head: "What does that magic weapon look like?"

"Metal? Two wheels? Cannonballs or something? I can't even imagine it!"

"Anyway, it's very cool! After riding this, you can leapfrog to the Jindan stage at the foundation stage! I really want one!"

"Come on, you, that thing must be very expensive, you can't afford it!"

"How do you know you can't afford it without asking the price!"

On the bustling street, when the monks were discussing excitedly, someone said: "Come and see! Here is the video of the fight between Xiao Hei and Bao Liquan for sale! A low-grade spirit stone One serving!"

The monks huffed and surrounded him.

The image was printed on a small piece of paper the size of a palm, but it was dynamic and played in an automatic loop!

"I want one! I want one!"

"I want me too!"

"Don't grab it! Leave me a copy!"

The monks surrounded the small peddler tightly, scrambling to buy the video of the battle, and the peddler who peddled the small pieces of paper laughed from ear to ear.

The boss who hired him can say that he can get two low-grade spirit stones after selling ten copies!

According to this hot sales rate, he should be able to earn a lot of Lingshi today!

Not far away, on the third floor of a restaurant, Ling Xi leaned against the window sill, resting her chin, watching with interest the scene of monks scrambling to buy small pieces of paper on the street.

Xiao Hei pursed his lips next to him and said, "Are you so fond of money? You won't let go of such a petty profit."

The small piece of image below that was snapped up by the monks was naturally made by Ling Xi.

At that time, he used that camera to take pictures of Xiao Hei fighting, just to promote his motorcycle!

Now Baitang City is not as good as Lingtu City, there are not so many people to help him make images into talisman arrays and engrave them on small pieces of paper.

But Ling Xi has his own way, don't we have brains?And got the printer out.

Convert images into runes and print them out!

Then I asked Jin Ziqian to ask someone to sell the small pieces of paper, now there is not only one place in Baitang City where there are small vendors selling them.

You must know that because of the convening of the elite selection conference, there are at least 800 million monks who come and go in Baitang City every day.

Even if only one tenth of the people bought that little piece of paper, it would add up to a huge sum of money!

Hearing Xiao Hei's words, Ling Xi smiled lazily and said, "Yes, I love money so much, did you know it from the first day?"

Xiao Hei glanced at Ling Xi angrily.

Ling Xi said again: "Besides, this is not a petty gain."

This is the best advertisement!

Ling Xi turned around, and a small piece of image paper appeared in his hand. He looked down, looked up at his small furnace with a smile, and said:

"You look so handsome on the bike!"

Xiao Hei snorted coldly, turned his head away, but his ears turned red quietly.

In Ling Xi's second competition, the opponent was still a monk in the early stage of Jindan.

The other party was quite self-aware, so he came up and said directly: "Please fight me, Mr. Hei."

The result of this battle was still that after Xiao Hei destroyed the battlefield, the two drew a tie and ended the battle.

The combination of Ling Xi, Xiao Hei and the motorcycle is getting more and more popular in Bai Tang City.

In the third knockout match and the last knockout match, Ling Xi's opponent was a late Jindan cultivator named Mei Feipeng.

Ling Xi originally wanted to say that the opponent's cultivation base and himself are both in the same small rank, so this time he will go on the field and fight the opponent with real bullets.

However, what Ling Xi never expected was that Mei Feipeng actually asked to fight Xiao Hei!

Ling Xi: "..."

"Fellow Daoist, you are already at the late stage of Jindan, and my Xiao Hei is at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. You are bullying the small with the big, it seems a bit inappropriate." Ling Xi said.

Mei Feipeng said indifferently: "The big deal is to fight Xiao Hei once, and then fight you again."

Ling Xi: "..."

Ling Xi: "You don't want to win, bro..."

First fight with Xiao Hei, which consumes one spiritual power, and then fight with Ling Xi, there is only one ending, and that is to lose!

Xiao Hei's motorcycle was made by Ling Xi himself, and he once named it "God Slayer". Ling Xi knows the powerful combat power of "God Slayer" best.

It is tailor-made for Xiao Hei, and the body itself is loaded with terrifying spiritual energy comparable to that of the Nascent Soul.

Although the cannonballs on the car are very powerful, with Xiao Hei's current cultivation base, he can only let him display the combat effectiveness equivalent to the early stage of Jindan.

So in the previous two games, Ling Xi was very relieved to let Xiao Hei play.

Xiao Hei is destined not to be able to defeat Mei Feipeng, but it will also consume Mei Feipeng's spiritual power.

If Mei Feipeng doesn't fight Xiao Hei first, but fights Ling Xi directly, he can still fight hard, maybe he can win Ling Xi.

Mei Feipeng spread his hands and said, "It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Since you are in the queue, of course you have to see that motorcycle."

"Such a powerful magic weapon, if I don't know it today, I will not be reconciled. If my friends find out, they will definitely scold me too!"

He asked to lose, Ling Xi would be a fool if he didn't agree.

"Okay." Ling Xi nodded and summoned Xiao Hei to come out.

As soon as Xiao Hei appeared on the battlefield, the whole audience erupted instantly.

"Little black! Little black!"

"God Slayer! God Slayer!"

When Xiao Hei threw the metal ball on the ground and transformed into a heavy motorcycle, the atmosphere reached its peak.

The all-black metal body is shining with a cold light, with two wheels at the same height as the body, one front and one rear, with smooth lines, and the flanks and front are equipped with ballistics for launching shells, giving a wild breath to the face.

All the audience here know how powerful this "God Slayer" motorcycle is.

The monks who watched Ling Xi's two competitions in a row because they paid attention to Ling Xi had already shifted their attention to Xiao Hei.

The battle begins.

Mei Feipeng obviously did not have the slightest idea of ​​underestimating the enemy, he regarded Xiao Hei as a formidable opponent.

When the motorcycle suddenly lifted into the air, Mei Feipeng had already drawn out his sword, and the spiritual power of the thunder attribute poured out, slashing towards Xiao Hei forcefully.

Xiao Hei's face was stern, and he could feel that his aura was firmly locked.

For Xiao Hei, who had not regressed in his cultivation in the past, Mei Feipeng's late Golden Core cultivation was not enough.

But the current Xiao Hei is only in the late stage of foundation establishment, and Mei Feipeng can completely crush him.

However, Xiao Hei will not be afraid of him.

Because he has the "God Slayer"!

The moment the thunder light hit Xiao Hei, a transparent shield erupted from the body of the motorcycle, and with a "buzz", it blocked all the attacks.

But the impact of spiritual power also made Xiao Hei's body unstable, and hit the ground heavily like a kite with a broken string.

"oh oh--!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the audience, this was the first time Xiao Hei was beaten so embarrassingly.

But it was also the first time everyone saw the shield on the motorcycle.

In the previous two fights, Xiao Hei always controlled the motorcycle and made all kinds of difficult moves to avoid the attacks of Jindan early-stage monks.

The most thrilling thing was just passing by the opponent's spell, and never being hit by it.

After landing, Xiao Hei's reaction was extremely fast. In the next second, the motorcycle roared up again, and at the same time fired dense shells at Mei Feipeng.

Only the sound of cannonballs, mixed with dazzling light and shadow, poured down like a waterfall, densely covering Mei Feipeng.

Mei Feipeng's speed is of course not slow, if he doesn't hide at this time, why should he stand still and get beaten!

The two of them seemed to have turned into two lights, one black and one white, and those in the auditorium who were not well-cultivated could not see clearly at all.

They could only judge the intensity of the battle between Xiao Hei and Mei Feipeng based on the scene of the rapid destruction of the battlefield ground.

The dust rose high, and suddenly, there was a loud noise on the battlefield, the entire platform "boomed", the earth shook, and it collapsed from the middle.

The battle is over.

Everyone in the audience stood up and stretched their necks to look into the battlefield.

Some people tried to use their spiritual sense to investigate, but were blocked by the barrier outside the battlefield.

Ling Xi and the referee standing aside hurriedly flew forward.

The referee's heart hurts, another battle is over!

Adding this one, three battlefields have already been destroyed by Xiao Hei's motorcycle!

How many spirit stones will it take to rebuild it!

Ling Xi's heart is full of his small furnace, don't get hurt!

He clenched his fist tightly, frowned, stretched out his hand, and quickly drew a talisman array in the air.

A wind blew up on the ground, blowing away all the dust, revealing the figures of Xiao Hei and Mei Feipeng.