"I'm laughing so hard. He Chongxiao is just being so sentimental! Could it be that he really thought that Master Chen would give away such a precious pill for free just because he wanted to deal with that kid!"
"Hehe! A Xuanling Golden Pill is worth a lot of money. Including the spirit stone to be given to Ding Peng, I think even if Tiansha Tower wins this time, it will definitely be severely damaged!"
"At this point, I think He Chongxiao has no other choice but to bite the bullet and buy it. Otherwise, if Ding Peng gives in, his Tiansha Tower will only be in even worse shape!"
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All the monks around the ring saw this scene and immediately burst into laughter. They were laughing at He Chongxiao's wishful thinking, and even laughing at his hard work, which in the end might just be making wedding dresses for others!
He Chongxiao's face was livid. He looked at the jade bottle in Master Chen's hand and then at Ding Peng. He was extremely confused for a moment.
Ding Peng snorted coldly: "Sect Master He, this boy is extremely powerful. If there is no Xuanling Golden Pill to help, even if you are willing to give twice as many spirit stones, I will have to admit defeat!"
When He Chongxiao heard Ding Peng's words, he could only grit his teeth and said: "Okay, Master Chen, I want this Xuanling Golden Pill from Tiansha Tower, and I will give it to you later together with Brother Ding's spiritual stone!"
Master Chen nodded with satisfaction, threw the jade bottle to Ding Peng, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Sect Master He, we are all friends, I will definitely give you a fair price!"
He Chongxiao's face was gloomy, but he managed to squeeze out a smile and said loudly: "Lingshi is just a small matter. As long as the Lin Family Gym is solved, nothing will be a problem!"
"Okay, Brother He is really awesome!"
Ding Peng on the ring took the jade bottle and shouted at He Chongxiao. Then he turned to look at Jiang Tian, only to find that Jiang Tian's expression was as usual, with no fear on his face, as if he was afraid of the mysterious thing in his hand. Lingjindan also has no fear.
"Boy, when I take the Xuanling Golden Pill, you will die!"
Ding Peng felt unhappy in his heart. He snorted coldly at Jiang Tian, then crushed the jade bottle, and a golden elixir immediately appeared in his palm.
Then he raised his hand and put the elixir directly into his mouth. In an instant, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone from his skin.
At this moment, Ding Peng stood on the ring, like a little sun that was emitting endless light, making it impossible for the less powerful monks below the ring to look directly at him.
Only Jiang Tian and a few other people were able to see through the sudden golden light and see that when the golden light rose and shone, Ding Peng's strength seemed to be constantly improving. In the blink of an eye, he had broken through the late Zifu stage and advanced to In the realm of Zifu's perfection.
After a moment, the golden light that enveloped Ding Peng gradually dissipated, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he raised his left hand and clenched it hard. An extremely powerful aura immediately surged from his body. When it came out, the spiritual energy was like a hurricane, sweeping continuously, instantly blowing away all the gravel and snow on the arena.
"Is this the strength of the Perfection cultivator of Zifu? It is indeed very different! Boy, I don't want you to admit defeat now, because I really want to see the power of a full-strength strike by me, the Perfectionization cultivator of Zifu. How terrifying!" When Ding Peng said the last word, he couldn't help laughing wildly with pride. He felt that after taking the Xuanling Golden Pill, killing Jiang Tian was a piece of cake.
Jiang Tian frowned slightly, then sent the Yuanchu Sword back to Najie, and said in a deep voice: "Relying on external forces to improve your cultivation is ultimately a crooked way. Only the strength gained through your own hard work is real!"
"Boy, you want to teach me how to do things. With this sword, I will chop you into pieces of ice!"
Ding Peng didn't expect that Jiang Tian would dare to be so disrespectful to him. His eyes were filled with raging anger, and then layers of ice flames surged out of his body again.
As the ice flames rose, layers of frost immediately appeared on the ground, and then the temperature in the ring dropped rapidly, even a bit colder than before, making people feel like they were in an ice cave.
"Look, that kid sent his long sword back to Najie. Could it be that he thinks he can't win against Ding Peng and wants to admit defeat?"
"Do you think he has a magic weapon more powerful than this long sword in his hand, so that's why he is like this?"
"How is it possible? The magical power engraved on this long sword is already so powerful. I don't believe there is any magic weapon that can be stronger than it!"
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The monks below the ring screamed when they saw Jiang Tian put away the Yuanchu Sword, thinking that Jiang Tian wanted to surrender and save his life.
However, none of them noticed that after Jiang Tian returned the Yuanchu Sword to Najie, there was a bloody blade fragment in his hand.
Ding Peng listened to the discussion of the monks around him, with a arrogant smile on his face. He raised his sword and said in a deep voice: "Boy, even if you want to admit defeat now, I will never agree. Today is the day you die!"
Before he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand slashed hard, and the ice and flames condensed on his body surged layer by layer, condensing towards the sword blade, and finally turned into a frost dragon with teeth and claws, and rushed towards the river.
The power of the Frost Dragon is far greater than that of the giant white wolf that Ding Peng had transformed with his previous sword. Even late-stage cultivators from the Zifu will instantly turn into ice sculptures if they are swept by the Frost Dragon, and then split into countless pieces. of fragments.
"It's amazing. Is this, is this the strength of the Perfection cultivator of Zifu?"
"Xuanling Golden Pill is really powerful! It can actually increase Ding Peng's combat power to such a terrifying level. I think that boy is dead this time!"
"If I were that kid, I might as well just kneel down and admit defeat. Facing the blow from the Purple Mansion cultivator, he has no chance of winning!"
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The power of Ding Peng's sword made all the monks around him exclaim. At this moment, no one believed that Jiang Tian could win.
Even Lin Yunying, who originally had the strongest confidence in Jiang Tian, was pale at this moment. Her right hand was holding Lin Tiancheng's robe tightly, her heart was already in her throat.
He Chongxiao saw the terrifying power of Ding Peng's sword and immediately laughed wildly: "Lin Tiancheng, let's see how you win this time. Brother Ding's sword will definitely cut that kid into powder. In this fight, we are the gods." Lou is sure to win!"
"Really? I never said I would lose!"
Before Lin Tiancheng could speak, Jiang Tian smiled slightly, and his voice surged like wind and thunder, making everyone present hear it clearly.
Facing the raging frost dragon, Jiang Tian just stretched out his left hand, and then a strange-shaped blood blade fragment with sharp angles, driven by the power of the soul, buzzed and slowly passed from him. Suspended in the palm of his hand, streaks of bloody light continued to spread on the strange lines remaining on the blood blade fragment, making the blood blade fragment look full of bloodthirsty and terrifying aura.
