After the demon cultivator becomes mad, it will be weak for a period of time after the battle. At this time, the enemy will take advantage of it.
At this time, the Holy Light Leopard can no longer control so much. He has only one goal now, to kill the person in front of him!
A total of four fangs stretched out from the big mouth, glowing with golden light. They were cold and terrifying, and seemed to be able to bite off the enemy's neck in an instant!
He jumped up quickly and slapped away the spirit beast of the Nascent Soul monk, and then rushed directly towards his opponent with his huge figure.
The monk's spiritual talisman flew out of the way and was caught by the Holy Light Leopard. One of his forelimbs was blown apart, revealing bloody bones.
But the Holy Light Leopard bit the opponent's thigh as if unaware. There was a splash of blood, and the human cultivator's thigh was directly torn off.
People around me couldn't help but touch my intact thighs, how miserable!
Ah Yin touched Ji Qingling's arm and said, "His talisman is not as powerful as yours. If you were, you would have blown the leopard's front legs to pieces."
With one leg missing, there is probably no chance of turning over again. What a pity! "
With that sigh, he might have forgotten that his spiritual stone was won by gambling on the demon cultivator.
Ji Qingling disagreed, "This cultivator has rich experience in fighting. It's still unclear who will win and who will lose."
The fierce battle caused the audience to shout loudly, wishing they could go on the stage and fight a few moves.
Neither the monk with a short leg nor the crazy monster took the initiative to jump out of the ring and admit defeat. Their overwhelming momentum made others start to lose money to the formations set up in the ring. It was really amazing. They were outside. No hurt was felt at all.
The Talisman Master's Talisman came out in endlessly, one by one, hitting the monster's injured area.
Just as the monster pounced on him again, a long sword suddenly appeared with a talisman attached to the sword's head.
The moment the arm was bitten, the long sword and the magic talisman also entered the monster's mouth.
Wow!
The Yuanying monk's arm was bitten off, and at the same time, the long sword and the talisman also exerted their own power.
Ji Qingling's ears twitched slightly. The magic talisman and the long sword crushed the organs in the demon beast's body. When the demon beast landed, it completely lost its fighting power and collapsed on the ground!
Those in the crowd who suppressed the monsters began to curse, and those who suppressed the cultivators cheered. They won!
The monk who had broken one arm and one leg was sitting in the middle of the ring. He was obviously covered in blood, but he had a winner's smile on his face. Unfortunately, he looked a bit miserable with his missing arms and legs.
Ji Qingling didn't feel any joy at winning the bet. Even if he could regenerate his severed limbs in the Nascent Soul stage, this man was too cruel to him. It was really scary to use his body as bait.
He could no longer walk at this time, so he sat cross-legged on his flying sword and left with the two magic weapons.
Bai Li said that he was not allowed to do anything on this island, so as long as his luck was not too bad, he could wait for the severed limb to regenerate before appearing again.
And the loser, the leopard whose internal organs were minced, was lying alone on the ring, with the rising and falling of his stomach indicating that he was still alive.
"Don't even think about saving people." Bai Li's words rang in Ji Qingling's ears.
"How can we rescue him? We don't know anything about the situation here!"
Bai Li nodded, "It's good to know. I'm afraid you'll be soft-hearted and do stupid things. Demon cultivators can see more clearly than human cultivators about the predatory nature of the weak! Go and get your spirit stone."
Ji Qingling didn't argue and went straight to get a large bag of spiritual stones.
She doesn't understand why Senior Bai Li thinks he is a soft-hearted person?
They didn't have much interest in the next competition, so Ah Yin suggested going to the trade fair to have a look.
The Baili Quedao Trade Fair does not take place every day. There will be notices in the city. Under normal circumstances, the trade fair will be held on the first day of each month.
For a while, the three of them had no choice but to wander on the street, thinking about finding a place to stay, and at least attended a trade fair before going back.
Ji Qingling suggested looking for a restaurant here. She had just earned spiritual stones, so she should treat everyone to a good meal.
Before Bai Li could say anything, Ji Qingling was slapped on the shoulder by Bai Li.
With just this palm, Ji Qingling suddenly felt as if something had changed in his body, which was particularly awkward.
Bai Li had already whispered, "Don't look back and don't use your spiritual power, your enemy is coming."
When Ji Qingzhuang heard these words, she also noticed changes in her body, and the breath all over her body disappeared!
It belongs to each monk's own unique aura. At this time, she is like an ordinary person without any cultivation. At a glance, she does not have any spiritual power in her body.
Just like Senior Bai Li, she sometimes gives people the impression that she is just such an ordinary mortal, just a little prettier.
But there are no such fools in the world of immortality. They think that if they can't detect it, they are just mortals without magic power.
There are three situations of divine perception. The first one is mortals. They are definitely not like this.
That's the second type, boss! It’s just that the cultivation level is too high and profound, and it’s not at a level you can perceive.
The last one is to possess the secret method of concealing one's aura. Who would dare to act arrogantly when there is uncertainty about the third one?
Ji Qingling soon understood why Bai Li did this, because Ji Qiao was walking towards her.
Face to face, with just a glance of consciousness, Ji Qingling could find that he had the aura of a monk that he was familiar with.
Since Ji Qingling said she didn't want to recognize the other party, Bai Li naturally wanted to help her.
Ji Qiao's eyes flashed across Ji Qingling's face without any purpose, and he walked over without stopping.
There are many people who hold their breath, but they are not bored enough to pay attention to a stranger.
As Ji Qiao and Ji Qiao drifted apart, Ji Qingling began to talk about what happened to this clan brother.
He was bullied by his aunt when he was young and his spiritual roots were not detected. I don’t know what he went through. He was actually very indifferent to the people of the Ji family. To the sect, Neijiqing Ling Jihui was better, but he suddenly left without saying goodbye many years ago. No one has heard from him since.
Ji Qingling just felt that it was better not to take the initiative to say hello in this situation.
The three of them found a restaurant to eat and chat. Bai Li and A Yin seemed to be very interested in Renxiu's family gossip and listened to it with great interest.
At this time, the conversation between people at the table attracted Ji Qingling's attention.
"I always feel that the Arena is just using such unfounded things as a gimmick. There is no way to reach the sky. It's just a scrap of noodles."
"If you take it out once every thousand years, will there still be too few God-Transformation Mahayana coming every time?"
One of them interrupted the conversation, "What's the use of talking about this? I heard that some cultivators who transformed themselves into gods were in trouble before. Listen, it wasn't Yuanying or Jindan, so they didn't dare to go on stage at all."
"Yes, the mysterious map comes out once every thousand years. Let's just have fun for everyone. I wonder which god will fall into it?"
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