Chapter 95: Stunning discussions [5]

"so cheap!"
　　 Ding Waner surprises.
　　 Tianhun Cave has always been a single source, the total amount of cultivation resources is far less than other holy places, but the per capita level is very high.
　　 Ding Wan'er pooled all the spirit stones on her body, the total value of which was comparable to five top-grade spirit stones, and exchanged fifteen Seven-Star Heavenly Soul Grass.
　　 "Luluo, these spirit grasses are not only enough for the teacher to break through the peak Martial Emperor, but also ensure that you can also practice this technique to the peak, and there is even a lot left."
　　 Ding Wan'er was very happy, and quickly put away the Heavenly Soul Grass, and said.
　　 "But, Master, you use all the spirit stones to buy the Seven-Star Heavenly Soul Grass. Naturally, you don't have to worry about soul damage anymore, but what about your daily practice?"
　　 Luluo looked worried.
　　 The big brown bear also said: "Yes, you can't practice with the thin aura around you every day. In this case, it will take hundreds of years to improve to a small level."
　　 Ding Wan'er was stunned when they said this.
　　 She suddenly realized that after seeing the high-quality Seven-Star Heavenly Soul Grass, she was a little overwhelmed and bought too much.
　　 Practitioners who practiced the Heavenly Soul True Art, stepped into the Martial Emperor and gathered the primordial spirit before they began to need the Heavenly Soul Grass to assist in their cultivation.
　　 Because the soul is condensed only once every three times, if you calculate conservatively, each person only needs three heavenly soul grass.
　　 So Ding Wan'er left only eight Heavenly Soul Grasses, took out all the rest, and said bitterly, "This fellow Taoist, can you...return the goods?"
　　 Wang Yan glanced at her.
　　 "Once purchased, there is no return, this is the principle."
　　 After that, he left with Wei Fengliu.
Ding Wan'er wanted to be stalking, and begged Wang Yan to return some goods so that she could get some spirit stones back. But when she thought of the scene where the other party led the sky to kill the two-headed wolf, she couldn't help but give up. Thoughts of death.
　　 "Master, our Heavenly Soul Cave is poor."
　　 Luluo pouted her mouth and looked aggrieved.
　　 "I don't have money to be afraid of, I am Emperor Wu, and the big brown bear is a mid-level heavenly rank, comparable to the top martial sage. You are also the Emperor of Wu.
　　 Ding Wan'er put away the Seven-Star Heavenly Soul Grass, and said seriously.
　　 "I remember, Tianxiu City, 30,000 miles away, has been holding exchange meetings and battles. Those who win can get a lot of spiritual stone rewards. Let's try."
　　 Luluo remembered something and smiled wickedly.
　　 "Okay, you bad guy, you must have sneaked down the mountain to play while I was in a coma, right?"
　　 Ding Wan'er pretended to be angry, and wanted to fight Luluo.
　　 The big brown bear on the side looked at this warm scene and found that Tianhun Cave is really good. The masters and apprentices here are more like relatives and treat each other very well.
　　 Compared with the fight outside, it likes this place better.
　　 Even if it's just a mount, it's still happy.
　　 Tianxiu City.
　　 One of the three major cities of Liuli Dayu.
　　 Before the World War, this city already existed, and the city owners of the past generations were all great figures of Emperor Wu level.
　　 At this time, a person walked in.
　　 Behind him, followed by a pig and five flower fairies.
　　 "Who is this, how do you bring ordinary domestic pigs to Tianxiu City? I don't know if only practitioners are allowed to enter the city... Ouch, Lord Wu, I was wrong. Please go to the highest level stand."
　　 As Wang Mian released a breath, the gatekeeper nodded and bowed Wang Mian in.
　　 The fairy flower in the flowerpot bent down, trembling constantly, seeming to laugh.
　　 after a moment.
　　 Wang Yan sat on a suspended platform, overlooking an arena below.
　　 on the ring.
　　 Two practitioners from the Martial Spirit Realm are discussing each other, and the surroundings are already full of practitioners, shouting loudly.
　　 "Use Dawei Tianlong!"
　　 "Don't believe him, I bet a lot, I should use the black tiger to dig my heart!"
　　 The cultivators around yelled more and more excited, as if it was not the two in the ring, but them.
　　 "True monarch, what are we doing here?"
　　 Wei Fengliu still maintained the form of a domestic pig, but at the moment he sat on the recliner, leaning back and forth, and two maids pinched his shoulders beside him, very comfortable.
　　 Wang Yan glanced at a floating platform and said, "Those melons are all here, of course I have to come and take a look."
at this time.
　　 Iron Head Baby Wang Miao was standing on the edge of a floating platform, learning the fighting style of the practitioners on the ring, and gesturing constantly.
　　 Huamao Sanjiu lay on the seat, looking away impeccably.
After 　　 arrived in the Liuli domain, they relied on the treasure hunting ability of the little raccoon to easily find the mission target "Ziluoxiang", and then came here.
　　 Wang Teng is very interested in the arena, so he booked the top suspended platform like a VIP box to watch the competition on the arena.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
　　 Tianxiu City is also known as the "City of Fighting".
　　 There are the best arenas and service facilities in the Liuli area, and practitioners come to the stage to discuss and discuss every day.
　　 At this time, Huamao Sanjiu saw the platform a few kilometers away, and it happened to meet Wang Ming's deep and calm gaze, and was so frightened that he was so scared.
　　 "Shh!"
　　 Wang Yan made a silent gesture, and covered himself with a cloud of mist.
　　 Huamao Sanjiu immediately curled up, afraid to speak.
at this time.
The competition on the 　　 arena has reached a white-hot stage, and there are still no winners.
　　 "I didn't expect your strength to be so strong, in that case, don't blame me for using a little trick."
　　 One of the cultivators took out a sacred fruit and ate it in one bite. The aura on his body instantly rose to the seventh level of martial arts.
boom!
　　 The opponent was beaten and flew out.
　　 "Do you think I don't have one?"
　　 The cultivator who was beaten up was angry, and ate a Sydney pear in twos or twos, and upgraded from Wuling Sixth to Wuling Eight, but suppressed his opponent.
　　 Both sides were unwilling to show weakness, and continued to rely on eating fruits to improve their cultivation, and soon broke through the Martial Spirit Realm into the Martial King.
　　 "What kind of spiritual fruit is this, that can actually increase the cultivation level in an instant?"
　　 "Where can I buy it, I want to buy it!"
　　The practitioners who watched the battle all boiled.
　　 on the floating platform.
　　 millions of dollars laughed, and said to a martial sage next to him: "You see it, this is called a marketing method. Once the ring is over, the business of the branch hall of our Wanbaolou must be very hot."
　　 "The poster is really amazing!"
　　 That Martial Saint quickly gave a thumbs up.
　　 In doing business, he would like to respect millions of dollars as the strongest.
　　 After several rounds of fierce battle.
　　 A cultivator drank a glass of watermelon juice in public, was promoted to the sixth king of Wu, and overwhelmed his opponent, successfully winning the competition.
　　 Then ~EbookFREE.me~ This person stepped in the middle of the ring and shouted: "Do you want to become stronger? Then drink the watermelon juice sold by Wanbaolou, and you will become stronger!"
　　 "It turned out to be Wanbaolou!"
　　 "Walk around and see what new products are on sale recently."
　　 Many practitioners left quickly.
　　 on the seat.
　　 The King of Watermelon listened to the advertisements posted on the ring and felt offended.
　　 With the end of this competition, a burly man took the stage.
　　 He released the breath of Wu Zun's cultivation base, and a giant phantom appeared behind him. After looking around for a week, he pointed to Wang Teng who was standing on the edge of the floating platform and gesturing.
　　 "That little kid, it's you, come down and discuss with your uncle."
　　 "Don't worry, now is the stage of free competition. Winning or losing is not important. What matters is the active atmosphere. By the way, I can stand in place and let you hit three punches."
　　 After finishing speaking, this person stood there waiting with his arms folded.
　　In his opinion, even if Wang Teng is the son of Emperor Wu, at this age, he will die. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/
　　 It doesn't hurt even if you stand and let him hit three punches.
　　 "Ah, really?"
　　 Wang Teng pointed at himself, then jumped off the platform several hundred meters high, and smashed the ring full of cobweb cracks.
"This!"
　　 "The arena that can withstand the attack of Martial Saint is so broken?"
　　 The brawny man's eyelids jumped wildly, and his whole body trembled.