After some consideration, he dropped a harsh word: "It's not a bad idea to fight. Once I have successfully refined my immortal treasure, I will personally visit you one day."
He sneered in his heart, just wait slowly.
Below, Wu Tian looked at the sky and wondered why there was no fight. Lu Wei, who was opposite him, couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, I will see the truth behind my hands."
After saying that, he held the long Xiao in his hand and put it to his mouth, and a melodious Xiao sound came out immediately.
On the field, the wind began to blow at some point. In just a few breaths, the breeze turned into a strong wind and a violent wind. Amidst the dust and fog, you could see cracks being cut on the ground.
I'm coming.
Everyone in the audience watched attentively. During this period, the opponent was killing everyone with this strange middle-grade magic weapon.
It is clearly a long Xiao, but it can cast various wind spells at a super fast casting speed in the Xiao. His opponents have also been defeated by this terrifying rhythm, and even the Demon Slayer can't get close. body.
In the field, earthen walls appeared one after another, covering the place where Wu Tian was standing. Lu Wei, who was using his magic weapon, showed a sneer when he saw this.
Earth root?
Middle stage of return to virtual state?
He dares to talk so brazenly in front of me with his strength, I'm really tired of living.
The next second, the raging wind rushed over like a hungry wolf hunting for prey, submerging and destroying the earth wall like a rotten stone.
However, there was no one on the field, but Lu Wei was not surprised. Under his command, the strong wind directly covered dozens of square meters of ground nearby.
In this chaotic situation, the monks were unable to cast any spells at all.
Sure enough, a figure quickly emerged from the ground dozens of meters away.
Lu Wei smiled coldly when he saw this. According to the rules of previous challengers, he should surrender in the next second. The power of this strong wind is no joke. Even a late seventh-level demon slayer can't withstand it for three minutes, let alone An ordinary monk.
However, when he saw Wu Tian rushing towards this side with a stick appearing in his hand, Lu Wei's smile froze.
Do you still dare to resist?
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speed up his movements when he heard the sound of wind, and then a stick shadow passed through the strong wind and hit his head.
At the critical moment, Lu Wei subconsciously hid aside, and heard a terrifying loud noise, and at the same time, he was also thrown away by the wave of air.
what happened?
Having just regained his composure, he quickly turned around and saw a terrifying crack ten meters long and two meters wide appearing where he originally stood.
Lu Wei swallowed. With such terrifying force, if he was hit, he would definitely become a pile of minced meat, right?
However, when he saw Wu Tian picking up the black stick on the ground, his clothes were torn, but there were no major injuries on his body, he suddenly lost his voice and said: "You? How come you don't have anything wrong? Aren't you a Tulinggen monk?" ?”
"certainly."
Wu Tian shrugged, noncommittal, and then rushed over again with a black stick in hand.
Naturally, Lu Wei would not resist forcefully. He subconsciously began to retreat, looking for time and space to cast the spell. As a wind spirit root cultivator, his speed was already faster than that of monks of the same level.
But soon, he was shocked to find that the opponent's speed was not weaker than his, or even a little faster?
What exactly is going on?
Lu Wei, who was originally very confident, was stimulated by this series of events, and his brain was obviously not enough.
Soon, another stick hit him. This time he was not so lucky. All the bones in his left arm were broken and he flew out again.
"ah,,,"
Lu Wei let out a shrill scream. When he saw Wu Tian rushing up for the third time and raising the black stick, he was frightened and quickly shouted: "Admit defeat, I admit defeat."
High in the sky, the expressions of the immortals changed slightly, but those at Wushuangmen were smiling happily.
"I knew this kid wouldn't be weak, but I didn't expect that he could still hide such a skill. This body alone is at least comparable to an early eighth-level demon slayer, right?"
Wu Qian was Wu Tian's guide, but he had not paid much attention to external affairs during the past two years of seclusion. He did not expect to break through from the early seventh level to the eighth level at once. This speed was terrifying.
At this time, the wine Taoist also nodded secretly. During the previous mission to the Mao family, he felt that he had figured out Wu Tian's strength. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for three short months, this boy's physical body had become much stronger.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below: "Master, I'm in a hurry, can a few more people come?"
This was naturally said by Wu Tian. After the battle just now, he found that he did not consume much. He also cast those earth spells to test the results, and the results were not bad.
In this case, a one-day battle or something like that is just a waste of time, so we might as well clean it up together.
Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, and there was a lot of abuse from the outsiders.
Arrogant, too arrogant.
Lu Wei, who was recovering from his injury off the court, was so angry that he was shaking all over. He thought Wu Tian was mocking him.
Little did he know that the other party didn't look at him at all, but looked at the sky seriously.
"Can."
The bartender's voice rang through the air.
Hearing this, there was a commotion among the outsiders, and soon a man in strong clothing with a sinister face rushed up.
"I'll meet you."
"Lao Niu, kill him."
"No problem, leave it to me." Lao Niu showed a confident smile.
He is a demon slayer, at the peak of the seventh level, but with the magic pattern evolution moves, he can fight with ordinary Nascent Soul monks, and even defeated several Nascent Soul monks with a magic weapon. This is him The confidence lies.
Wu Tian nodded and signaled the battle to begin.
Ten minutes later, with a scream, the burly body of the handsome man flew straight out and hit the ground hard.
"Next."
At this time, Wu Tian's expression did not change much. The fight with the demon slayer was a close-quarters fight. With his already much higher level and the powerful black stick in his hand, the opponent had no power to resist, even if It’s no use having a magic weapon.
If it weren't for the fear of arousing the suspicion of the immortal above him, Wu Tian could resolve the battle within five minutes.
The outsiders were excited. At this time, Wu Tian looked as if he was really in a hurry, and they were just a waste of time.
"I can't bear it anymore."
"I come."
Guys appeared one after another, and then lost again.
Whether he is an immortal cultivator, a demon hunter, or a ghost controller, Wu Tian treats everyone equally.
With one force, he could defeat all kinds of magic. With the black stick in his hand, ordinary Void Return spells could not get close to him. The unwilling opponent used a mid-grade magic weapon.
Feeling the power of the late Nascent Soul, Wu Tian finally felt a little bit of pressure.
So he used three heads and six arms, each holding a black stick to knock the opponent's magic weapon away.
At this time, not only the opponents, but also everyone in the audience were stunned. Some smart guys reacted quickly and started shouting.
"It's the gatekeeper of Duobao Dojo."
"That's right, it was this damn guy who got me stuck at the last level. I fell short in the end and wasted a high-grade spiritual stone."
"Kill her to death."
At this time, not only the outsiders, but also many disciples in the Wushuang Sect were angry, because they were also "victims".
Seeing the turbulent crowd, the spiritual and physical energy was severely exhausted, Wu Tian, who was slightly out of breath, took two steps back, then raised his head and called out: "Master."
Everything was silent, and only then did everyone remember that he had an immortal master.
"Huh, isn't it embarrassing? It's okay to be inferior in skills. I still want to use the human sea tactic."
"This month, my apprentice will come here every day. If you are not convinced, just come up and challenge him."
Wu Tian was startled, but did not say anything. He had already played five games today, and as long as he played thirty games, he would receive 300 redemption points.
As for other people, that's another price.
Just after he left, everyone dispersed, but little did they know that there was a quarrel high in the sky.
The reason is very simple. Wu Tian's physical body is comparable to that of an early eighth-level demon slayer, and he should not be in the Void Return Stage.
The wine Taoist sneered in the face of everyone's doubts: "Fart, did you not see that my disciple is only in the middle stage of returning to the void, and you actually want to push him to the Nascent Soul stage, is this ridiculous?"
"Look at his ranking, which is over 8,000. He is still just a child."
The immortals curled their lips, and naturally saw with their sophisticated eyes that Wu Tian mainly won the battle by fighting close to the body. The strange three-headed and six-armed moves and the black stick in his hand were even more powerful. In terms of combat power, he was not inferior to the demon slayers in the late eighth level. people.
With such strength in the Void Return Stage arena, it is simply bullying the small with the big, that's why they have such big opinions.
"No, I will never allow him to take action again. This is cheating."
"Yes, I don't agree either."
Several foreign immortals looked at each other and became unified. They were not only doing it for the exchange point and the dignity of the sect, but also for the disciples below.
We are all the proud sons of heaven, but they are all trampled under our feet. This will undoubtedly make many people have demonic obstacles in their hearts. One bad person may even attract the invasion of alien demons during the tribulation.
"Impossible, he is a disciple of our Wushuang Sect in the Return to Void Stage, so he should appear in the Return to Void Stage Arena."
The immortals of Wushuang Sect also refused to give in.
At this moment, a honest voice sounded: "I already know about this matter, how about this, first let this disciple continue to challenge in the Void Return Stage Arena, and in the last few games, each sect will arrange for a Nascent Soul disciple to fight. But it can only be limited to the early stage of Nascent Soul."
"Fellow Taoists, how about this arrangement?"
"good."
"The Immortal Lord arranges it, and we will naturally obey it."
All the immortals quickly stood up and bowed, even the immortals from the Wushuang Sect were no exception.
The reason why the immortals are so well-behaved now is because the owner of this voice is clearly the master of Wushuang County, Wushuang Immortal Lord.
His legendary deeds are even worse than those of the Taoist Liquor. The latter is even said to be a tie among the immortals, but the Wushuang Immortal Lord has swept all the Immortal Lords from all directions without losing a single one, even though many Immortal Kings have tried to attack him. They are also treated as equals.
The word Wushuang was given by Emperor Wei himself, and he was protected by the human emperor's dragon energy, which shows his high status.
However, at this time, no one noticed that the taciturn Sanmo Immortal Consciousness had been lingering around Wu Tian, as if he was confirming something.
