Under the moonlight, the high platform is bright.
Han Feiren and Jia Si were bathing in the moonlight, which kicked off the gambling game.
Most of the people watching were excited, and many of them were eager to get on stage.
Even if you are destined to miss half a pound of pure source, you still have a chance to win thirty bottles of Baicao liquid!
Qingya Blessed Land is famous for its elixirs and spiritual beasts, so Baicao Liquid is not scarce.
But not everyone is eligible for these.
A white-robed Taoist can only get three bottles in ten years.
As for cultivators in the Sea of Bitterness Realm, this amount of Baicao Liquid can be received every month.
Thirty bottles are close to the amount that a cultivator of the Sea of Bitterness takes in one year, so one can imagine how precious they are.
The wages of avarice is death.
Han Feiren's gamble made Nan Xiao passive and unable to protect herself.
Even Bao Fei, who had been defeated long ago, was still holding back the pain and shame even though Nan Xiao was sitting under her butt. Her eyes were red and her breathing was short, and she gasped: "Nan Xiao, I want to fight you again." Do you dare to accept the challenge?!"
Nan Xiao, who was still digesting his new identity and thinking about how to win in the end, stood up.
The injured left leg was no longer bleeding at this time, and Nan Xiao stepped on Bao Fei's lower back again, answering with action.
As soon as this area was resolved, others emerged.
"Nan Xiao, I want to fight you!"
"Death, little girl!"
"kill--"
At one time, there were dozens of divine patterns, coming from all directions, pointing directly at Yuan Xiao.
"Bang bang bang!"
Six rays of vitality rushed out from Nan Xiao's fingertips and wrapped around thousands of green ropes, iron pots, blood-stained bamboo pens, peach wood swords, etc. one by one.
Fingering, control the crane.
Using the vitality as a guide, he manipulated the weapon to collide fiercely with those divine patterns.
Fortunately, so many weapons had been seized previously, otherwise his body would probably be missing by now.
But the Qi-controlling fingering technique of Kong He was extremely draining on her.
Especially the weight of those instruments of suffering can never be compared to the running water used for daily practice.
Nan Xiao gritted her teeth and braced herself, breaking through the limit and blocking several waves of attacks.
But this is not the way to go.
The blood-spotted bamboo pens and several peach wood swords were all on the verge of breaking.
Even the iron pot was full of cracks and was about to explode at any time.
Qian Qingsuo, who was still intact, was like a long whip. Under Nan Xiao's control of the crane, he repelled two more divine marks, and his color gradually became dim.
Nan Xiao raised his head, faced Han Feiren, and said loudly: "Young Master Han, if you mean that I have more than one dozen, then I will give up voluntarily."
"Hahaha! That's right! Miss Nan Xiao, you are already very strong now. You can actually deal with eight sea of suffering cultivators at the same time! Although it seems that you will be defeated soon, as a mortal, you are already amazing! From this point of view, the qigong of mortal martial arts does have some merits!"
Han Feiren was in high spirits, and his originally sluggish eyes were now full of energy and breathing enthusiastically.
The vitality soared between Nan Xiao's palms, and Xianyun cleverly controlled six artifacts of the sea of suffering.
Nan Xiao took a trick and was unable to communicate with the weapon's power, so he could only use the hardness of the weapon to collide with dozens of divine patterns.
The exhaustion of fighting against a large number of people was too great. Nan Xiao's back was gradually wet with cold sweat, but his posture was still strong and his eyes were intense.
If before, Nanxiao was an orchid that had just bloomed on the cliff, far away in the clouds.
So now she is like rain beating proud bamboos, insisting that Qingshan will not let go.
The plasticity is extremely strong, and each one is beautiful.
Han Feiren admired it for a while, and when he saw Nan Xiao's face getting paler, he licked his lips and said, "Stop, stop, stop! In order to reflect the fairness of the game, it can only be played one on one, and both parties must agree to the duel! Of course, as a referee, you can only fight if I tell you to start!"
While joking, Han Feiren winked at Jasi again.
The white jade bottle was sacrificed by Jas again, with the mouth of the bottle facing downwards, and a dark wind silently came out.
The quiet wind fell gently like feathers. It seemed very slow, but just the strands of wind escaped, and it directly shattered all six artifacts of the Sea of Bitterness, including Qian Qingsuo.
At the same time, the divine patterns in all directions were scattered by the wind, and the remaining light floated feebly in the air for a few seconds before disappearing completely.
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Kong He's fingering was forcibly interrupted, and the vitality shook and fell back into Nan Xiao's body, and her heart suddenly beat rapidly.
Although it was short-lived, if the black wind was stronger, he would definitely die from the backlash of his energy.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Physical fear made Nan Xiao squint her eyes slightly, and her heart became solemn.
Jas, who is in the Shenqiao realm, can exert such power with a light attack.
With the solid foundation laid by the hundred-year-old ginseng leaves, coupled with the nine years of moving Qi and nourishing the body day after day, year after year, Nan Xiaocai can stand at the pinnacle of mortal martial arts.
But after seeing the unfathomable strength of the Shenqiao realm on the twenty-meter high platform, she, who has always been tenacious, only felt that the sky was above her.
There is no road ahead through the bluestone, and the road to Shu is still difficult to climb.
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The moon is high in the sky, the stars are shining slightly, and under the cliff of the bitter sea, it is as bright as day.
There were traces of the wind, and the remains of several weapons fell.
The fragrant grass is irrigated by the escaped essence, and it is all green under the moonlight.
The eight cultivators caused the sea of suffering to surge due to the resurgence of their divine power. At this time, they all sat cross-legged on the spot, trying to calm the foundation of the path, fearing that the surging waves would erode the wheel of life.
There were also a few who, because their cultivation was still shallow, did not suppress their injuries and were coughing out blood from their throats.
As a mortal, Nan Xiao was unscathed.
Although she looked a little exhausted and pale at this time, she was calm and calm, definitely stronger than those eight people.
Nan Xiao cheered up again, breathed steadily, and recirculated the vitality inside and outside the body.
She must not fall down before her brother comes back.
Sweat drips down and melts into the soil.
The puncture wound on Nan Xiao's left calf began to turn white and stuck to the cloth stained red with blood.
"Bah-"
After tearing off a piece of Bao Fei's white skirt, Nan Xiao's face turned pale. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was attacking, she quickly tied the wound tightly.
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The sky is high and the sky is wide, and the fields are silent.
The people watching the excitement had already put away their playful smiles.
They looked solemnly and stared at the girl who was bandaging the wound silently.
Even though Nan Xiao once defeated Bao Fei, the cultivator of the sea of suffering, the people around him still looked down upon him.
In their opinion, the failure was caused by Bao Fei's underestimation of the enemy.
Seeing that Nan Xiao was able to fight one against eight with the Qi sense that most of them could sense, and persisted for a long time.
At this moment, the faith in their hearts collapsed.
What is the purpose of staying in Qingya Blessed Land to work as a hard-working gray-robed medicine farmer?
Become stronger, extend your life, and travel freely.
But when did he start to laugh at Nan Xiao, who was also a mortal, even though he had never entered cultivation?
Among this group of introspective people, some have prominent family backgrounds and even possess some excellent martial arts secrets.
But later, they sold these secret books at low prices in exchange for Baicao Liquid and other medicinal stone pills that could help open up the sea of suffering...
They had listened to the morning bells and evening drums here for many years, and it was only today that they woke up like they were dreaming after seeing Nan Xiao confront the immortal cultivators with his mortal martial arts.
Rather than chasing the illusory sea of misery, grasp every moment, and perhaps there will be a turning point in the future.
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"Don't be cowardly! You don't want those thirty bottles of Baicao liquid, do you? Miss Nanxiao can't hold on any longer, why don't you seize the opportunity quickly? If you subdue her, Master, I will reward you heavily!"
Han Feiren stood proudly on the high platform, his tone was extremely contemptuous, and his handsome face was full of evil at this time, like a demon who provokes humanity.
The small piece of fat he threw lightly turned into a heavy boulder and smashed into the lake.
The still and deep lake surface once again stirred up huge waves due to the sunken rocks turned into profit.
Nan Xiao's pretty face turned pale, and her eyes were colder than the bright moon in the sky.
It’s better not to remove it.
The fourth one on the must-kill list is Han Feiren.
