"Ah, I didn't ...... either" Senior Brother Chen shook his head, thinking to himself that I still have a few copies to stop and try them out, what can I do if I borrow you?

Gao Xiaozhong pursed his lips and continued to shout: "Whoever has it, borrow one and return two! Don't miss such a good opportunity!"

Not to mention that there is really something to borrow, Gao Xiaozhong laughed and cracked his mouth, and in the last count, he actually borrowed five various defensive charms. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged foundation building monk shook his head and reminded helplessly: "It's almost a quarter of an hour, and you won't be able to play yet!"

"Go up, go up!" Gao Xiaozhong put away the talisman and hurriedly flew onto the stage.

Liu Qinghuan watched the other party flash various spiritual light covers, and summoned a silver shield to protect his whole body. Gao Xiaozhong laughed wildly: "Hahaha, come on! I don't believe you can break my defenses like this!"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him with an idiot's gaze and stood still.

Gao Xiaozhong was stunned for a moment, what do you mean? Okay, let me make the first move! I will cut you ten times first, and I don't believe that I can't knock you down.

With a move of his hand, he summoned a spirit sword, which floated crookedly in the air, obviously not manipulating well.

Gao Xiaozhong was taken aback, and then he remembered that he had opened a bit too many defensive measures, in addition to the one-time activated defense talisman that did not need to be maintained by him, there was also a spiritual light pendant, a shield, plus a spiritual power cover that had to be maintained all the time, and now with a sword, the divine sense would be a little difficult.

Not everyone has Liu Qinghuan's perverted divine sense manipulation ability.

He thought about it, turned off the aura pendant first, and felt unsafe, so he took two more defensive talismans. Only then did he manipulate the spirit sword to slash at Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan only released the Cold Moon Cold Ice Sword, entangled his sword, and then did not make any other moves.

The middle-aged foundation building monk nodded slightly, the defense talisman is time-limited, knowing that the other party does not have too much, there is no need to waste spiritual power to attack. This disciple named Liu Qinghuan is very sober in his judgment of the situation.

Sure enough, after a while, the defensive charms on Gao Xiaozhong's body flashed one after another.

When Gao Xiaozhong walked off the stage in frustration, the disciples who were borrowed by him all surrounded him: "Although you lost, you borrowed my talisman, but you have to pay it back." ”

Gao Xiaozhong said that he was in trouble! Why didn't he think that the defense charm was time-limited, grandma's! Now not only did he not win, but he also owed a lot of debts, what a loss to his wife and soldiers!

He was still unwilling, and suddenly shouted: "He doesn't have much spiritual power anymore!

A male cultivator who was about to fly onto the stage suddenly realized when he heard this, and his eyes showed a few sudden realizations: Yes! I was almost deceived by the light wind and clear that Liu Qinghuan showed! This is his seventh game, not to mention that he has only practiced the eighth layer of qi, even if he is a disciple of the ninth layer of qi, many people have already gone to most of their spiritual power by this time!

The male cultivator, who was still very worried, felt confident in an instant!

He puffed up his chest and went to the stage, and then half an hour later he stepped down with a sad face, and when he was about to step down, he roared hatefully: "This kid has not much spiritual power left! Whoever takes him off the stage, I invite him to drink spiritual wine!"

It's a pity that Liu Qinghuan won the ninth game again, and he couldn't see the depletion of spiritual power at all. This could not help but arouse heated discussions among everyone.

"What's going on? Isn't he only cultivating the eighth layer of qi, why is his spiritual power so profound?"

"I think he must be pretending!" Some people don't believe it: "Surely the spiritual power has bottomed out now! You see, he has to seize the moment to meditate and recover his spiritual power now." ”

Liu Qinghuan didn't hear the heated discussion in the audience. Because every game had ended neatly before, his spiritual power was still one-third left so far.

Dabi is cruel, but if you don't meet a super strong opponent, it's actually very simple. And with Liu Qinghuan's current strength, as long as he didn't meet Lu Enming's level, one-third of his spiritual power should be able to cope with the last one.

At this moment, I saw a tall, fair-skinned and beautiful girl walking up.

It's her! Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that his opponent turned out to be someone he knew, Bai Ningshuang.

This woman entered the Wenshi Sect on the same day as him, and at that time, she was the only one to get four white lines in the introductory trial, and she was the first among all the new disciples. Later, she joined Mingxijian and never heard from her again.

Unexpectedly, several years later, she also practiced the eighth layer of qi. Thinking that she was a single-line water spirit root, it seemed to be expected that her cultivation speed would be so fast.

When Bai Ningshuang saw Liu Qinghuan, her eyes flashed with surprise, and she obviously recognized him.

Liu Qinghuan was a little embarrassed, but still greeted with a smile: "Senior Sister Bai, long time no see." ”

Bai Ningshuang only nodded slightly arrogantly, and with a slight touch of her hand, a layer of rippling water shield appeared outside her spiritual power shield. At the same time, a mist quickly dispersed.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of greeting, Liu Qinghuan didn't talk nonsense, and watched coldly as the mist filled over, covering the entire battle platform as if in the clouds.

Bai Ningshuang's figure suddenly disappeared from his divine sense, and several water spears quickly pierced through the water mist and stabbed at Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan's hand was pinched, and the aura of the wood around his body suddenly became vigorous, condensing into several wooden thorns and rushing towards the water spear. The two collided, the wooden spikes shattered and became invisible, and the water spears were scattered into droplets.

Those water droplets did not hit the ground, shining with an icy light, and shot towards Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan's feet moved, the wind boots flashed, and the person had already flown out sideways. With a flip of his palm, a burst charm flew forward, and the arrogant flames exploded in all directions, rolling the mist into the air, revealing the white condensation frost that flashed in his hand.

The corners of Bai Ningshuang's mouth curled up and she smiled sarcastically! The complicated magic trick in her hand had reached the last moment, and the surrounding water spiritual power was so rich that it glowed with a blue light, and the next moment, like an angry sea, a wave of water rushed out.

Liu Qinghuan raised his hand, more than a dozen seeds flew out, and as soon as they landed, they began to grow rapidly, and when a wave of water rushed over, they had grown into several iron-colored trees, no matter how the water washed, they still stood tall.

At the same time, Liu Qinghuan's spiritual power was rapidly depleting.

The waves were split into several strands and flowed through the gaps between the iron trees, and their power was greatly reduced.

The white cream has a frosty complexion, and the palms of the hands are upward, slowly lifting from the chest. A torrent rushed into the sky, her hands were facing each other up and down, she spun rapidly, the torrent rolled, and a water dragon was rapidly forming!

Liu Qinghuan frowned, his body moved, his speed suddenly accelerated, and he rushed towards Bai Ningshuang. It was a water dragon that was about to take shape in the air, and it only took a few breaths to reach the vicinity of the white condensation.

He let out a loud shout, holding the hilt of the Cold Moon Cold Ice Sword in his hand, and slashed towards Bai Ningshuang from the air!

Bai Ningshuang was calm, took a few steps back, and a water shield had condensed in front of him. The Cold Moon Cold Ice Sword slashed on the water shield, and after only going a little deeper, he felt soft under the sword, and he couldn't move again.

Bai Ningshuang looked at Liu Qinghuan proudly, her water dragon had already taken shape, and it swept over with a monstrous water intent.