Chapter 388

fortunately, the man immediately disappeared after he waved the palm print away. No one found out where he came from or where he left.

But at this time, he slowly reacts. He has left. He can't help but breathe a sigh of relief and begin to talk in a low voice.

In the fighting field, at this time, the thin friar is in a coma, and the image of Buddha Tuo disappears. Only the fat man sits on the futon, spouts blood and pours his head.

Yi Heng immediately knows that the fat man is not cruel, but simply unable to control the last blow.

These two palms are definitely overdrawn. Although they are not dead at this time, I am afraid they are also seriously injured. They are just like the purple gold flying sword driven by crossing the steps. If it is not for the help of the Bagua plate, I am afraid that I will be slightly injured each time.

But it was the fat man who won.

Someone had gone down to lift up the little friar.

He ought to go down and help the fat man up, but he has pain all over his body. Naturally, he doesn't want to go down, let alone show up in public, so he looks at the poisonous snake.

Since they are old acquaintances, even though they may have some grudges before, they are at least old acquaintances. The poisonous snake still relies on the fat man to win so many spirit stones. Naturally, he will go.

The Viper felt his eyes and naturally looked up at him, but his face was livid immediately. He even ordered me to carry the fat man up?

Yi Heng's heart is full of gratitude and resentment.

Then he turned his eyes to the stone.

The snake naturally read the meaning from his eyes, but he was helpless. It was not his job to take advantage of others. This time, he won millions of spirit stones. How about helping him once?

Then his figure flashed away. Yi Heng turned his head and looked at the Dharma hall. He had already seen him lift up the fat man, and "Hoo" flew towards here again.

Suddenly, he threw the fat man to him. The snake seemed to say in his eyes that the two did not owe each other.

Yi Heng took over the fat man and laid him beside him. In his heart, the poisonous snake was not bad, but he didn't let him tell the fat man.

Then he replied with his eyes: naturally.

Running the spirit liquid into the fat man's body, he found that he was overdrawn too much, and his meridians seemed to be bumped by the spirit fluid, which was extremely messy.

The elixir in the elixir field is at the bottom. If there is no one to help heal the wound, I'm afraid it will be in a coma. When I wake up, I'm afraid that the meridians will be rotten for a long time.

Throw a top-grade healing pill into the fat man's mouth, and feel a little relieved. If not, I'm afraid you will not be able to deal with this fat man.

I just didn't expect that the fat man was a disciple of the gate sect, but he was so stingy. I've seen it.

What should be paid more attention to is, how many monks will have the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box here?

Throw the fat man on the ground and go to exchange for the spirit stone.

I think the fat man won't blame him when he wakes up.

However, after hundreds of people lost the spirit stone, they were not as dissatisfied as he was in the fight.

After all, after all, I have seen the killing moves of the disciples of the Buddhism school, and the monks of yuanyingqi are also introduced. Even if they just see their gentle waving, they feel that this fight is definitely worth watching.

However, countless people frown secretly. They don't know how to defend against the sword array in the future, and how to attack when they meet fat people.

There are at most more than ten people who bet fat people to win. At this time, they are all around to exchange spirit stones, which are worth hundreds of thousands and millions.

The people who exchanged the spirit stone naturally beamed and said aloud how they had foresight and how to see the fatness at that time.

The snake had already been exchanged. It was estimated that he had gone back. When it was his turn, the monk who opened the villa looked at him deeply, as if wondering why he dared to bet so many spirit stones.

But still did not say much, after all, the biggest winner is definitely the dealer, very simply took his jade card, handed a storage bag.

The mouth said: "the four million spirit stone of the No. 11 of the Abali family, Sheng, even this is 12 million spirit stone."

After sweeping his spiritual knowledge, he knew that the number was correct. Regardless of the envious and surprised eyes of several people nearby, he turned the spirit stone into his storage bag, turned around and left.

Back to the position, the fat man is already long to wake up, after all, the efficacy of Shangpin healing pill is naturally good.

If you can wake up and use spirit fluid to heal the wound, you can stabilize it for a few days at most, but you don't need to worry about it.

At this time, the fat man narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were very weak, but he was more grumpy. I'm afraid he was blaming himself for not taking care of him.

He held up his storage bag to the fat man lying on the ground. The fat man immediately understood what was going on. His thick eyelids immediately opened and his eyes opened. He was obviously thinking of his own spirit stone.

"Well done, well done." The meaning expressed from the eyes is very much in favor of Yi Heng's practice.

Under the stimulation of the spirit stone, he got up and sat up. Holding back the pain of his pale face, he stretched out his chubby hand and spread it out in front of Yi Heng.

After giving him eight million spirit stones, Yi Heng asked, "can you go back by yourself?"The fat man's left hand tightly covered the storage bag, his head did not lift, nor did he care about the blood in the corners of his mouth, "since, of course not."

"Then I have to mention you go back."

Yi Heng doesn't say more. He turns around and walks away with one hand.

The fat man didn't seem to care about being mentioned. He read in a low voice, "18 million plus 4 million, a total of 22 million spirit stones, can increase dozens of pounds of fat."

Although the meridians are still painful, it is obviously not his style to lose the fat man here.

However, the fat man was not much different from himself, but his weight was much higher than his own. He was afraid that he had more than five or six hundred jin. When he was on the transmission array, his body fat would fall down.

With a flash of white light, they appeared on the first floor. As soon as they got out of the "falian building", they met a mortal woman. As soon as she saw the fat man, she immediately called out, "Master Yu Xian."

Yi Heng had to put him down and look around, but he closed his eyes and fell into a coma again. It seems that he was stimulated by the spirit stone just now, and now he has got the stone, he naturally faints.

"Are you his maid?"

"Yes, immortal master. Just now the master Li sent me a jade card and told me to wait for Master Yu here."

Yi Heng thought a little bit, and then he knew that the fat man must have entered the seed players, so he had already lived in this building, which saved a lot of time.

"What's the floor number? I'll take him." No matter how powerful the maid is, she can't move the body of a fat man.

"No. 13, second floor, thank you very much."

Yi Heng no longer talks, mentions the fat man and runs the spirit liquid. He immediately flies to the second floor and finds No. 13, waiting for the maid to open the door.

After dozens of breaths, the maid came up panting and opened the door with the jade card. Yi Heng threw the fat man into the living room and wanted to leave.

Just as he was about to go out, he turned to his maid and said, "the immortal master of your family is slightly injured. When he wakes up, he will heal. Don't worry."

"Yes, immortal master." The maid did not expect him to be so kind, and immediately bowed down to bow.

Yi Heng returns to the room on the third floor and sees the two girls guarding the living room, chatting without a word. Regardless of her two people, he directly enters the practice room.

Today's shock is so great that we have to think again whether our own strength can cope with all possible situations.

The thin Friar's sword array is so sharp that it can be prevented only by the best magic tool, the purple light fan?

"A" sound, a purple light fan in the right hand open, he slowly shaking, mind when the sword array used, fat putuan was instantly crushed into a Shua Shua.

If the sword array attacks itself, this fan can't be prevented. I'm afraid we need to use several gen characters to block in front to weaken the first strike of the sword array.

Next, he directly uses the "empty sword formula" to attack the thin Friar and divide his mind.

Then how to deal with the defense of fat man in "Ruyi Buddha Tuo's true body formula"? With this sword array can not break the defense in the body, fat man has been invincible, how to break?

I'm afraid you have to take out all the secret moves, purple gold flying sword, Bagua plate and soul stab together to break the Buddha's real body.

The most important thing is, how many monks are the disciples of the gate sect, like fat men, with unique skills?

The second floor lives in the fourth tier, the third floor in the third tier, the fourth floor in the second tier and the fifth floor in the first tier.

Now the fat man on the second floor is No. 13, and is about to be full, that is to say, the primary election is about to start.

Can 21 of the seeded players be selected into the final team? Should we be selected?

According to gou Youwei, the primary election will be eight days later, so we must try our best to refine the "dragon and tiger Da RI Lian Ti Jue". At that time, there will be more choices to go or stay.

When he thought of this, he took back his mind and wiped it with his left hand. A purple flying sword appeared in front of him. He pinched and pointed out the sword formula with both hands, and read the sword formula in his mouth. The spirit liquid in the elixir field surged out along thousands of meridians.

"Empty sword rhyme, disease" a light drink, the purple flying sword in front of the body instantly disappeared in the void, left hand waved to the wall, thousands of "dudududu" sharp sound pierced into the ear.

The array on the wall seems to have been re stabbed. White light comes from all around to repair the attack.

He nodded with satisfaction. The real body of the purple flying sword hidden in the void did not pierce out. At that time, the real body of the flying sword would certainly surprise people.

Out of the training room, no longer care about the meridians, but also faint pain, immediately began to soak spirit medicine bath.

On the second day, Gou Youwei came to visit. The light on his face faded, and he was slightly melancholy. It seemed that he met with something difficult. After a few words of conversation, he left in a hurry.

This makes Yi Heng very puzzled. His impression of him has always been elegant and calm, and everything is in his mind. Today, he only explains two sentences and then leaves. The last sentence is that he must do his best.

Finally, he said that after winning, the reward will be extremely abundant. There must be some skills, and more likely, there will be a miraculous medicine to nourish the soul.

Now he couldn't sit still. He thought that it was God's will that he could not be elected. Now there is a miraculous medicine to nourish his soul. Although it is only possible, he can't miss it for the sake of this possibility.However, the melancholy look on his face made him absolutely nervous and did not know what would happen.

On the fourth day, when the fat man visited, his face was still pale, but his eyes had spirit, which showed that the injury was stable.

To his surprise, the fat man was obviously injured these days, but he seemed to have gained a lot of weight. His eyelids almost couldn't hold up, and the fat on his face kept falling with his laughter.

Obviously, he was happy to win the match and win the spirit stone, especially the spirit stone.

The fat man just sat for a while and then left, saying that he was anxious to recover. The fourth echelon was full and the primary election was about to start.

This makes him even more urgent. I'm afraid that the third layer of "Dragon Tiger Da RI Lian Ti Jue" still needs several times of immersion. It seems that before the primary election, the third layer can only be completed.

On the eighth day, early in the morning, the jade card used to open the door sounded. He immediately got up and opened the door. A monk in black appeared outside. Seeing him open the door, he immediately bowed his hand and said, "Taoist friend, at noon, the fighting field, the primary election begins."

"Thank you The primary election has finally arrived.

It's two hours away from the afternoon fashion. When I enter the living room and soak the elixir last night, my meridians will no longer have any pain, and the third layer of body refining will be a success.

Squatting on the edge of the bed, he carefully looked at Qiu Xiyin, gently smoothed her frown with the finger of his right hand, and said in a low voice, "Xiyin, I can't imagine that the reward of the five cities competition might even have the medicine to nourish the soul."

"Even if it is a little bit possible, the elder martial brother will certainly strive for it, and will never miss the opportunity, no matter how difficult it is to win the competition."

"Xiyin, don't worry," he took back his right hand and frowned again. "Elder martial brother will surely find a miraculous medicine for you."

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in the afternoon, he still told the two girls to stay in the living room, check their equipment, turn around and go out.

In the underground arena, the white light of the array flashed, and he appeared on the array. This time, there was no sound in his ears, and he was still and suffocated.

If you look up, you will know why it is so quiet.

There was no one in the stands around. There were only forty or fifty monks standing in the fighting field.

The spirit is swept away, and the fat man is also in it. At this time, he is waving to himself in a hurry.

No longer hesitating, he jumped forward, just like a big bird, flying down gently. Standing beside the fat man, he was about to ask questions. However, he saw the fat man who always liked to talk with his right index finger on his thick lip and let out a "Shhh".

He felt a little deep in his heart. The 40 or 50 monks around him exuded a strong breath, which was not bad compared with himself. I think these are all the seed players.

Now, the top players are not the same level.

The yuan infantile friars are coming.

Sure enough, the white light flashed on the transmission array. Four figures appeared on the array, and then they leaped gently. A series of shadows appeared in the air. In a breath, the three figures crossed a hundred feet and landed in front of them.

After four or five breaths, the fourth figure arrived. Standing behind the three, the man knew each other.

Right hand feather fan, wearing a silk scarf, it is hook Youwei.

But the gentle color on his face has been replaced by a deeper worry.

It seems that the problems he has encountered have not been solved in the past six days. On the contrary, they have become more and more difficult.

Yi Heng narrowed his eyes and didn't dare to focus on them.

The first one, dressed in yellow and gorgeous royal road clothes, wearing a gold crown, his whole body breath is not obvious, just like a mortal, with no white face and no peculiar features.

Only his eyes occasionally release the fine awn, even if only swept from his body, let him feel as if the awn stabbed, flustered.

This man is definitely a monk of Yuanying period. No doubt, is it Gou Yougu, the Lord of the city?

"I am the Lord of this city, and I have a solid foundation." Naturally, some of the fifty-six monks have already known each other. Even if they don't know Yi Heng, they can guess their identity.

"I have seen the Lord of the city." With infinite awe and admiration in this voice, it is said that the city Lord has been in the late Yuanying period for a hundred years and is moving towards the deification period.

Is it not for the foundation building monks to be awed and envied?

"You are all outstanding people waiting to be elected in this city. Once you are elected, you will become representatives of the city and participate in the five city contest. If you don't have much to say, please ask Vice Mayor Zhang to start the primary election."

A man on the left stepped forward and said, "now the primary election begins, fifty-six people, and twenty-one friars are finally selected."

Yi Heng is shocked. Looking at the ordinary Vice City Lord Zhang in front of him, he doesn't understand how this primary election will be chosen.

"Later, I will release the aura of golden elixir. From the initial stage to the late stage, the last 21 people who can persist are the final contestants. The rest of them will leave separately."

As soon as the voice came out, a small voice of discussion was heard among the fifty-six monks, who clearly felt that this method of election was not very fair.

After all, many monks have unique skills, but they have never tried to compete with the golden elixir monks. Suddenly, how can they bear the aura of golden elixir?"There's no need to say a lot," the monk on the right side of the city Lord growled, "this five city contest is likely to face second-order monsters. If you can't bear the breath of golden elixir, let alone fight, I'm afraid you can't even use magic."

"Yes, if you are afraid, you can quit now. Once you are selected, you must participate." The city Lord Gou Yougu immediately added a sentence.

This time, even Yi Heng is not sure. The second level monster is the level of the golden elixir, and under the same level, the friars must not be able to defeat the monster.

The big match of five cities is not a fight with friars, but with monsters? What's more, there may be second-order monsters?

In an instant, three figures stood out of the team and bowed to the three city masters. After waiting for a solid and cold hum, they turned around and flew away, leaving the arena like an escape.

At the beginning of these three people, four figures stood out again. They were all like mortals. Their breath did not show and their expression remained unchanged. They still gave a cold hum and left by several people.

But the color of impatience gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Well, the rest of the people agreed. If you want to get a big reward in the end, why don't you fight with your life? Is it easy to cultivate immortals Zhang Vice City Lord see no one left, then deep voice said.

Yi Heng has already made up his mind to fight for the elixir which is only possible, so he will not leave.

But to his surprise, although the fat man was shaking all over and the fat was moving, he did not leave.

The snake in the front two rows did not leave.

I'm afraid I'm in the middle of killing my own captain, but I don't know who it is? Can we hold on to the end?

Just as he was thinking wildly, a fierce breath suddenly came to his face and enveloped the monks.

Several friars began to tremble in an instant, thinking that Vice City Lord Zhang had given out his breath. Even if the breath was only maintained in the early days of the golden elixir, it would not be able to bear it.