Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 67

There are hundreds of martial arts platforms in Guiyun Town, not only on the top of the mountain, but also on the mountainside. People fight here almost every day. If it is not for the high-level monks who established the foundation, no one will pay attention at all.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand and slapped each of the five scarred people, breaking the confinement in their bodies. Seeing the worry in their eyes, Fang Yan said, "Don't worry."

Seeing that Fang Yan broke the confinement of several of them with just a raise of his hand, the three of them looked at Fang Yan twice more.

Fang Yan and the young man from Qian Feng came to a fighting stage one after the other, and Dao Scar and others followed behind. At this time, two monks were fighting on the stage, and there were more than a dozen people around the stage.

The stage is really in actual combat, both sides are Foundation Establishment cultivators, although separated by a protective shield, Dialect can still feel the power of spells on the stage, in fact, Dialect has never really fought against anyone before, and several battles have failed. He won by relying on Bee Beasts or formations or sneak attacks. Dialect also wanted to see what level he actually was without relying on these.

Soon, the two people on the stage decided the winner. One person was knocked down to the ground, convulsed a few times and then lost his breath. Among the people watching the battle, two people came up and carried the body down, with hatred in their eyes. After taking a few glances at the winners, they left without looking back.

"Boy, this is what will happen to you later." Qian Feng licked his lips and said in dialect, like a bloodthirsty beast facing its prey, and then jumped onto the fighting platform.

Dialect was noncommittal, and he jumped onto the fighting platform. Over there, Qian Feng was already negotiating with a monk guarding the platform. The guards here were all members of the law enforcement team. He looked towards Fangyan, and there was no Say more, wave your hands to let the two of you go in, and then there was a wave of magic power, and the entire fighting platform was shrouded in the formation.

"Boy, it's too late to regret it now, just die."

Qian Feng moved his hand, and a dark red ruler-shaped magic weapon appeared in his hand. Dialect seemed to feel the wailing coming from this magic weapon. It seemed that there were infinite ghosts sealed in the sword. How many monsters and monks have to kill to have this momentum.

On the other hand, the treasure seems to be a treasure. Dialect stretched out his hand to sacrifice the green fire bird, and at the same time sacrificed the silkworm spiritual silk cover and the golden light bell.

Seeing Fang Yan's movements, Qian Feng smiled: "Haha, boy, do you want to block it with a few magic weapons? What a dream." With a wave of his hands, three jet-black sword lights shot at Fang Yan.

The sword light was very sharp, and it pierced through the shield of the golden bell in an instant. The golden bell in dialect was too low in grade. I didn't think it was fighting with a monk in the Qi refining period, but when I met a monk in the foundation building period, it was broken in a flash. .

Seeing that the shield of the golden light clock was useless, Fang Yan flipped his hand and put away the golden light clock. At the same time, he threw out several talismans.

"Boy, I can't see that he is still a rich master, third-level talisman? Let me see how many talismans you have."

Seeing that Fang Yan blocked his three sword lights with a magic talisman, Qian Feng was not in a hurry. He waved his hand and released a few more sword lights, and at the same time threw out a spell. The same as Zhang Wangzhong.

Dialect knew that being passively beaten like this was not an option, and at the same time as he threw out a few talismans, the green firebird in Fang Yan's hand also moved, and dozens of firebirds appeared, and with the loud and clear birdsong, they rushed towards Qian Feng on the opposite side .

"A magic weapon is a magic weapon, and the best ones are useless. The boy will show you the power of a treasure weapon." The fire bird flew in front of him, Qian Feng was not in a hurry, a flash of light flashed on his body, and a fishing net was raised, He even trapped all the firebirds in it. As the fishing net continued to shrink, the loud and clear calls of the firebirds gradually turned into whines.

"Ah, the foundation-building monks are so powerful?" Fang Yan murmured to himself when he saw that the Firebird, which was very useful in the past, was destroyed by the opponent so easily, but if he put Lihuo in it, it would definitely not be the same result.

Fang Yan didn't feel sorry for the magic talisman at all, and he had a few more magic talismans at hand. After several layers of magic talisman armor around his body, Fang Yan simply ignored the opponent's attack and practiced spells on the stage by himself, from fireball to water archery. All kinds of armor were used one after another. For a while, the stage was colorful and very beautiful.

Dao Scar and the others didn't quite understand the situation on the stage. Seeing the large number of spells thrown by Dialect, they all felt that their boss had the upper hand, and immediately cheered.

Hearing the cheers of Dao Scar and others, the two watching the battle over there curled their lips: "Idiot." They can naturally see that the dialect is only supported by the shield formed by the third-order magic talisman, and the spells thrown out are just some The low-level spells have no lethality at all against Qian Feng on the opposite side, they just look gorgeous. When using these spells in life-and-death struggles, I don't know how this person became the boss.

Feeling that his spiritual armor was missing a few layers, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and threw out a few more. He was still practicing the various spells he had practiced. No matter what spell he cast, he threw it at the opponent. He had never cast it so happily before. Spells are extremely refreshing for a while.

Qian Feng, who was on the opposite side, also felt it. This kid was training his own soldiers with a tortoise shell on his back. I thought he had practiced the technique of concealing his cultivation. At this moment, Qian Feng had already determined that the cultivation of dialect is what it looks like. The tenth level of energy, but I don't know why the dialect is not affected by the coercion of my own spiritual consciousness. It should be that I have practiced some kind of skill to condense my spiritual consciousness.A third-order talisman requires dozens of spirit stones. This kid in front of him is just a monk in the Qi refining period. How could he be willing to spend so much? He still has so many talismans on him. There are already dozens of them at this moment, and the value exceeds several Thousand Lingshi, I have never had such a luxury.

The two watching the battle also got a little impatient: "Qian Feng, quickly solve it, we still have things to do." The deep voice passed through the protective formation to the stage, Qian Feng heard it, and the dialect heard it.

Immediately, Fang Yan felt the momentum of the opponent on the stage changed, and the aura around him seemed to rush towards the opponent's Qian Feng, and he heard a voice in his ear: "Boy, let me show you the difference between real foundation building and Qi refining."

With a whoosh, a bright light flashed, it was a small flying sword, under the control of Qian Feng's consciousness, it shot towards Dialect in the air, it was not the illusioned sword light, but the magic weapon entity.

Dialects can also control the flying sword, but it can only be around the body, and it needs to be controlled by the mind. It is not as effective as attacking with a magic weapon in hand during a battle. Unlike the foundation-building monks, they can keep the magic weapon far away from the body. Naturally, it can attack with an imperial weapon, and it can attack the enemy without being threatened.

Of course, the imperial weapon attack is not omnipotent. While it is powerful, it also needs to consume a lot of consciousness. It will only be used when there is no other choice or when the chances of winning are certain. Damage, this kind of attack is often used by monks in the late stage of foundation establishment.

Qian Feng just saw that Fangyan was no more than the tenth level of Qi Refining, so he obviously used force to overwhelm others, attached his consciousness to the flying sword, and slashed at Fangyan.

Fang Yan also felt that the power of this flying sword was far from being comparable to the light of the sword. Not to mention that the opponent's flying sword was a treasure, even Fang Yan's own Qinghuoque could slash the body without any protection from the opponent. Injured, staring closely at the flying sword, Dialect threw out more than a dozen magic talismans in an instant, this time not only the protection talismans, but also a few attack talismans.

"Hmph, for treasures, the third-order talisman is useless at all, break it for me." Qian Feng said disdainfully when he saw Fang Yan's actions.

Fang Yan soon discovered that his dozen or so talismans hadn't blocked him even for a moment, and the flying sword was only a few feet away from him. Flipping his hands, he kept firing out the protective talismans, and at the same time activated all his protective magic tools to the maximum Even the golden clock that was put away just now was sacrificed again, even if it was damaged, it must block this blow.

The sound of bang bang bang sounded, and more than a dozen talismans plus several layers of magic spirit armor of dialect were all destroyed in the blink of an eye. silk mask.

At this time, Fang Yan didn't care about practicing spells to test his cultivation, and quickly released Li Huo, forming an armor on his chest.

It's a long time to say, but in fact, it took only an instant from when Qian Feng released the flying sword to when dialect released Lihuo. With two stabs, the protection of the golden light bell and the spirit silk cover had been destroyed.

Qian Feng's consciousness is on the flying sword, so he naturally knows that the dialect at this moment is already an undefended lamb, as long as his flying sword is a little forward, it can pass through the body, and it is impossible for a Qi refining monk to block it with flesh and blood A melee attack from a weapon.

Whether it was Qian Feng, who was the Supreme, or his two companions in the audience, after Qian Fengyu's flying sword attacked, they all thought that the battle was about to end.

"Ah, what is this?" Qian Feng, who was sure of winning, suddenly felt a sharp pain from his spiritual consciousness attached to the flying sword. The pain of spiritual consciousness was different from the pain in the body, it was deeply rooted in the soul.

The two people in the audience also discovered that something was wrong with Qian Feng. Although the flying sword had penetrated Fang Yan's body, it did not pass through Fang Yan's body as expected, but stopped in front of Fang Yan's chest. Qian Feng over there But he fell to the ground holding his head.

As soon as Fang Yan took a step, he came to Qian Feng, clung to Qian Feng's body, and Li Huo entered Qian Feng's body along Fang Yan's palm. Qian Feng, who had lost more than half of his consciousness, didn't even cry out, and then fell silent. .

Fang Yan picked it up casually, put everything on Qian Feng's body into his Qiankun bag, and then stood up.

Throwing two Lingyuan pills into his mouth, Fang Yan tapped his chest, and then pulled out the flying sword.

After tidying up, Fang Yan walked to the fighting platform, bowed to the monk, and got off the fighting platform.

Scar and the others were naturally cheering, but the two over there did not expect such a result. They stared at Fangyan with cloudy eyes, as if they wanted to know how Fangyan blocked Qian Feng's attack, and then killed Qian Feng. dead.

"You two, do you still want to have a game?" Fang Yan looked at the other party and asked.

(End of this chapter)