Chapter 663

The old butcher looked down at the mountain and sea pestle in his hand, and his eyes flashed.

Isn't he an advantage?

Old Tu raised his eyes and gave elder yuan a meaningful smile.

Elder yuan frowned. Before he could understand his meaning, he raised the mountain and sea pestle high.

The old butcher poured his mysterious power into the mountain and sea pestle. In an instant, the mountain and sea pestle gave out a dazzling golden light.

Although elder yuan did not know the intention of Tu, he was not stupid enough to stand there waiting to be beaten.

He picked up the immortal sword and stabbed at the old butcher's chest.

The old butcher was surprised, and a cold sweat hung on his forehead.

"Do you want to be so cruel?" The old butcher yelled and stopped with his pestle.

The golden pestle slammed into the immortal sword, and elder yuan was shocked to fly out. He retreated for dozens of meters and finally stopped.

Elder yuan stopped and looked at the big pestle in the hand of the old butcher. It was so powerful.

The old butcher himself was stunned. In fact, he was not familiar with the mountain and sea pestle. Just now, he had an idea to pour his mysterious power into the pestle and try its power, but he didn't expect to be so powerful.

Tu elder Leng after God, suddenly raised eyes toward Yuan Long Old insidious smile, "sorry old yuan."

Elder yuan had a bad feeling for a moment. Before he thought of the countermeasures, the mountain and sea pestle on the opposite side was chopped down.

He was startled, and immediately took the sword to block it. He only heard the sound of "bang". The Xianling sword was smashed by the mountain and sea pestle.

"You son of a tortoise!" Seeing that the Xianling sword was destroyed, elder yuan was instantly angry. Regardless of whether the mountain and sea pestle was strong or not, he picked up the Xianling sword and chopped at the old butcher.

The old butcher didn't expect to smash elder yuan's immortal spirit sword. However, he felt guilty and didn't dare to attack. He just defended himself.

Yuan Changlao split two times, but also gas, also do not fight, directly received the sword, Chao Mo Beichen way, "I admit defeat."

Hearing elder yuan admit defeat, the disciples below immediately began to discuss.

"So you give up? It's too easy for master Tu to win

"That's right. It's not a winner yet."

"Don't you see the artifact in the hand of master Tu? Elder yuan can't beat him. "

"Isn't that artifact made by elder Mo? It's amazing. "

Lao Tu won the competition, but everyone's attention was focused on his artifact. All of a sudden, both male and female students looked at Mo Beichen. In the eyes of the male disciples, they were all in admiration and awe, while the female disciples were all admiring and obsessed.

Mo Beichen didn't pay attention to the eyes of his disciples. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and announced, "master Tu wins!"

Old Tu did not expect that elder yuan would admit defeat. He touched his nose in a flattering way, and felt a little helpless.

Elder Yuan directly held the immortal sword and flew back to the high platform. He threw the sword in front of Mo Beichen. "My sword was broken by the artifact you practiced. You have to compensate me."

Elder yuan is the most intelligent. Naturally, he did not admit defeat casually.

There are three reasons for him to admit defeat. One is that elder Tu's pestle is really powerful. The other is that he doesn't want to face the wine for a while. Third, he wants to blackmail a magic weapon.

Mo Beichen lenglengleng looked at the immortal spirit sword which had been smashed on the ground. He didn't understand the relationship between the broken sword and him.

Old butcher also flew over, looking at the gap of the sword is very embarrassed to say, "Mo boy, you can refine it for him, I accidentally broke it, and I will give out the material."

Mo Beichen frowned and sighed, "I'll talk about it later."

They were overjoyed in an instant, and they did not directly refuse, that is, they agreed.

One side of the elder and Feng elders are envious, thinking for a while whether they have to find a chance to smash their weapons.

Mo Beichen looked at the sweat like old butcher gently frowned.

"Two elders, please go to war." Mo Beichen turns to Feng elder and elder.

Feng elder looked at the elder, hung his head and took off with him.

"Younger martial brother, please give me more advice!" The old master bowed his hand to the Feng elder politely.

Feng elder frowned and looked at the elder, calling out his sword. "Today we only compare sword moves."

Elder Su's eyes flashed, but there was no answer. He took out his sword.

Although both of them use long swords, their grades are different. Su Changlao's is immortal, and the one who confers elder is immortal.

They didn't talk much nonsense, and they soon got together.

It seems to be a good negotiation, they did not use Xuanli, each fighting sword moves.

Both of them have excellent swordsmanship. One is fast and the other is powerful. Each has its own advantages. It can be seen that the disciples at the bottom are boiling with blood.

After a cup of tea, the housekeeper looked at the old Fengchang breathlessly and said, "we can't tell the winner from the loser if you go on like this."Feng elder frowned and didn't speak yet. The night master over there used Xuanli instead.

There was no way for him to do so, so he had to follow Xuanli. In fact, if there was a way to divide the victory and defeat, he would not use Xuanli at all.

Two people to dozens of moves, a dazzling white Xuanli collision, like the fireworks bloom in the night, eyes gorgeous so that people can not move their eyes.

In fact, in terms of Xuanli, fengelder's cultivation should be higher, but elder's equipment should be better. He always likes to collect all kinds of weapons and magic weapons. Although not all of them are magic weapons, they are much better than the weapons and magic weapons of Feng elder.

As long as the cultivation is better than the cultivation, the elder is not the opponent of the elder, so after dozens of moves, the elder master Su begins to use magic weapons.

"Thunderball!" Su Chang old a sharp drink, a round ball with lightning appears in the Feng long old man's top in an instant.

Without waiting for Feng elder to react, a few arm thick lightning fell on his head without warning. It was too late for him to hide.

After a burst of crackling, Feng elder's smooth hair completely turned into an explosive head.

"Ha ha ha ha..." The disciples all laughed rudely.

Originally dull competition, in this moment began to become funny.

Feng Chang's old-fashioned red eyes, he thousands of defense, did not expect but still in his move.

Feng elder clenched the sword in his hand and glared angrily at Su Changlao. He was about to attack, but he heard him drink a lot.

"Dragon Fire rope!" A dragon rope with fire light flies to Feng elder in an instant.

Feng elder quickly frowned and dodged, but he was still pulled to the buttocks.

"Ah Feng elder screamed with pain, and immediately sat down on the ground and rolled. Then he put out the fire burning on his buttocks.

"Ha ha ha ha..." There was another burst of laughter.

Xiang Liyang, Bai Yihan and Bai Ruyue, when they saw their master's miserable appearance, they all turned their eyes.

Feng elder was in a mess, miserable, but the elder didn't stop, still lost his magic weapon.

"Star lamp!"

"Hematite Bead!"

"Green vase!"

……

Every time the old master lost the same thing, he was injured more than once. After a while, he was completely changed.

If he hadn't seen him become so, I'm afraid no one would have recognized that he was the gentle and gentle elder Feng.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

No matter the disciple or the elder, they all laugh and fall back. Some of them are already laughing and burping.

Bai Li couldn't laugh at all. I didn't expect that Su Shishu, who was usually serious, had such a funny side.

The magic weapon was lost like radish and vegetables. He didn't come to compete in martial arts, but he came to show his magic weapon. It was a bit like Uncle Su's temperament.

Fortunately, although there are many magic weapons of martial uncle Su, they are not very powerful. Otherwise, martial uncle Feng will be here today.

"Ha ha ha ha..." The elder Tu on the high platform clapped his hands on the table and his thighs. Tears came out of his smile.

Elder yuan also shook his head with a smile, "this old night is too hateful. Fortunately, I didn't draw a group with him this time."

I remember that ten years ago, he was the one who was unlucky. Even though Lao Su's magic weapon was not as much as it is now, he was not much better than Lao Feng now, and he was laughed at for a long time.

Bu Yangzi, who has always been serious, laughs wildly. This is the case every year in this old hostel. No one wants to be with him.

Even Mo Beichen, who has been expressionless, can't help but smile now.

What kind of elder competition is this? It's a fight between children.

"Hidden water umbrella!"

When the old master Su raised his hand, a water blue flower umbrella flew to the top of Feng Chang's old man in an instant. After listening to what he said, the umbrella opened and "Hua La", a cold and piercing ice water was poured down from the old man's roof.

The Feng elder, who became a frozen drowned chicken, had a cold war and finally got angry, "you still have to finish."

"It's coming, it's coming. There's not much left." The old man did not lift it, but still turned over the available magic weapon in his storage ring.

Feng elder was so angry that he didn't want to resist or try to find a way. He threw his sword to the ground angrily, "you play slowly, I admit defeat."

A listen to the Feng elder to admit defeat, the elder Shu raised his eyes in a hurry and said, "don't, wait for me to put in the last few magic weapons, I will admit defeat."

There are really not many. We can only have about 70 or so.

Feng elder glanced at the two magic weapons in his hand, only felt that his head had become big, "I'll admit defeat."

Compared with dealing with these magic weapons, he felt that it was easier for him to admit defeat. If he had known that, when he had drawn the same group with him, he should have given up directly.

Feng elder turned and looked at Mo Beichen. He wanted to speak. He listened to a voice and said, "I admit defeat!"www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!