Tempered Immortal

The first day of the trial was not surprising. The strong were almost without exception successfully promoted. Lin Xuan had good luck. He met a rival of a small tribe who had just entered the foundation period.

It is naturally easy to deal with this kind of rookie. Lin Xuan sacrificed the newly bought Fine Psychic Moon Tooth Blade, chopped it up and beat the other party without much effort.

Then he went back to the pavilion to rest.

The next day as well, the opponent's cultivation, though at the peak of the early period, was inferior to that of Lloyd, not to mention that Lin Xuanbeng was a fake.

The two came and went for a few rounds, Lin Xuan sold a broken blossom, then easily solved him, easier than imagined, just one more victory, according to the rules, the tribe can divide into four holy fruit refined potion.

Lin Xuan didn't have any winning mentality, which was too noticeable, although it was not difficult for him.

The Witchcraft Congress entered its third day of contest.

After the first two rounds of screening, the weaker strengths came out. The rest, though not all of them are masters, definitely do not have any persimmons.

Early in the morning, the drawing of lots ceremony was held, and the three ring tables began at the same time. Lin Xuan looked at his opponents, and the corners of his mouth revealed a slight mockery, not that the wrongdoers did not meet. This is a coincidence...

The boy comes from the wind and dust department. He is the disciple of the Kun dying leaves. His name is Xiao, and he is a river word.

If you run into yourself, all you can say is that his life is bad.

Yet the dead leaves sighed, clanging at Lin Xuan, commanding him not to let go.

Looks like Roy's really weak.

Lin Xuan went to the ring, the Xiao River was also measuring him, the master ordered, as much as possible to abolish the kid, if it could take his life, it would be even more beautiful.

It should be noted that although witchcraft congresses rarely take a toll on the lives of elders during the coagulant period, such tragedies do not always occur.

Sometimes accidents happen.

Like his master, the Xiao River gave a sinister feeling, cultivating a slight victory over Billoy, reaching the peak of the mid-term foundation.

“Do it! ”

A pale blue shield appeared around the ring, and others withdrew a few meters away. The shady expression of Kun Kun began to urge the disciples, even more so on his ugly face.

Xiao River's hand stroked between his waists, a shadow rose into the sky, Lin Xuanting's eyes looked, but it was a black, thorny whip.

This kind of apparatus is rarely seen.

Lin Xuan didn't attack first, see what this kid can do.

Xiao River recited words in his mouth, spewed an obscure and incomprehensible spell with a strange syllable, reached out his hand and lit it against a floating whip over his head, scolding him softly: “Sick! ”

The whip twisted a few times and turned into an elongated double-headed snake.

One snake head is black, the other head is green.

Lin Xuan's eyebrows had to be wrinkled together. In the monk's spell, there was this kind of shaping technique, but it was quite different.

First, only the Brothers of the Coatan Period can use it, and secondly, the monsters that have changed with the magic treasure are only similar, with a clear distinction compared to the true demonic beasts.

And this big-headed snake in front of me, it really looks like a flesh and blood creature.

Although Lin Xuan made up for some witchcraft, in a few days, he only learned a little bit about fur.

Lin Xuan was also surprised to see the Xiao River, but naturally he was not afraid. He laughed coldly, and once his hands slapped, he sacrificed the Moon's tooth blade.

As soon as the magic rushed out, the flames of the instant masses came out of it. Soon, a cloud of fire of several lengths and sizes was formed, and the sound of thunderbolts burst into it, toward the double-headed snake covering the past.

This gesture was remarkable and shouted at the end of the ring.

“What a powerful fire attribute witchcraft. ”

“Well, this red flame generally takes a long time to build a foundation, but there's been a fire in Roy's hands, and it looks like he's actually done some hard work. ”

“See the treasure in his hand? It's a spirit apparatus! ”

“Heavenly Ministry really paid a fortune this time. ”

……

Xiao River naturally also heard the people's arguments, the expression was even colder, one of the best, several tricks fell into the body of the double-headed demon snake.

The crackling of the skeleton came, the demon snake's body actually swelled a few laps, two snake heads were even more scary, open mouth, one spit black magic fire, one spit green poison fog.

This guy is also a master of both attributes.

The fire wrapped the cloud of fire formed by the blade of the moon, and the poison fog came like Lin Xuan's side.

Soon his figure was hazy in the fog.

The dead leaf's heart suddenly pulled tight, and on the contrary, Rokun looked extraordinary. What is a spiritual apparatus? This ghost snake whip is also the best thing in a spiritual apparatus. He was poisoned by a rotten corpse. This kid's life is definitely not long.

Beside the ring stage, he knew that the same thing had come to pass. The ghost snake whip was a spiritual instrument inherited from the ancient period. During the bicommunal war, a bloody storm broke out in the lower order brothers.

Wei Minghe, though not as good as Pharaoh, is definitely the best in the apparatus.

Especially the rotten corpse poison. I haven't heard that there is a foundation repair fairy can afford it. Even if he is a gelden master, accidental inhalation can be a big trouble.

Seeing the poison fog covered the opponent, Xiao River heart dropped a stone, divided the victory and defeat, even if the opponent is not dead, the repair will be abandoned.

However, after the poison fog dispersed, Lin Xuan gave him a strange smile, blurred his figure and disappeared without a trace.

What kind of spell is this?

The Xiao River was shocked, and it was too late to make a move. Lin Xuan had appeared in front of him in a strange way, holding a small green hammer in his hand.

Rock gently and roll the poison smoke out of the inside. At such a close distance, the other party has nowhere to hide. Besides, even if he wants to move, Lin Xuan will make a little trick to lock him up.

Lin Xuan did not want this race to be delayed too long. Although the old monster of childhood did not come, Hao Tian Ghost Emperor did not know where he was. After the third day of the big trial, there was a clear increase in the number of witches watching during the cotton phase. There was no shortage of late stage, even the master of the great and full realm. Under so many eyes, after a long time, it might reveal a breaking.

Quick battle, not to mention fighting a rookie for too long is a disgrace.

In shock, Xiao River was wrapped in poison fog this time. Poor him couldn't even make it to the shroud to sacrifice it. He snapped and fell on the stage. People didn't know.

Defeat prevailed, but the situation was inevitably reversed a little too quickly, and the crowcrows beneath the ring were silent and people were shocked. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)