Chapter 407: Yubayashi

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Zhao Yige had a look of worry on his face, "Friend Shu Daoyou, I'm in trouble this time."
Zhou Shu's expression was flat, "There will always be trouble, and sooner or later we have to face it. It is better to meet earlier than later."
Zhao Yige sighed slightly, "After going to Hongyezong last time, they constrained a lot and didn't let the monks act favorably, but they didn't expect them to let the Sect Master come to grab the magic weapon. They didn't care about their reputation, it was really mean."
Zhou Shu smiled disapprovingly, "In fact, it's okay. If they don't want the best magic weapon, they will do it sooner or later, if I will give up my reputation."
Zhao Yige thought for a while and nodded, "The Daoist said, but this is also a bit good. Now Hongyezong has let Yuan Lin come. If he still loses to the Daoist, then they should not send anyone to deal with the Daoist. "
Zhou Shu nodded, seemingly enlightened.
If it can be done in one action, it will be clean.
The competition venue after a short while.
There were a lot of people, and there were a lot more cultivators watching the battle than before, and you can see it at a glance, including several cultivators.
A tangled head, dressed in a rag and rotten shirt, looked like a beggar in despair. He was suspended in the air, holding a red gourd in his hand, taking two mouthfuls from time to time with a satisfied expression.
One was dressed in white, standing far away in the corner, eyes like autumn water, eyebrows like crescent moon, plain and elegant like a fairy, with the appearance of floating out of the dust.
There was another person who only saw the sword but not the person. A sword was floating in the air, cold and cold, and he could not get close to others.
"Ah, the mad Taoist and Fairy Bai are here, and the sword idiot Tu Gang..."
"Today is Yuan Lin and Shu Zhou competing. Yuan Lin is a person who may give birth to a baby. They also come to join in the fun."
"It's really unexpected that Yuan Lin, who was once the top five in the Golden Core Realm of Lingyu City, who is not easy to make a move, is actually going to fight a Condensed Vein Realm Cultivator."
"It's no wonder that odds of one to six were drawn out. In this match, Shu Zhou had already lost before he even played."
"How is it possible not to lose? Before Shu Zhou's opponent did not have such a strong Golden Core. It would be better to guess how many breaths Shu Zhou can hold."
"Yuan Lin's Red Leaf Killing is well-known. I hope Shu Zhou is fine. After watching it for so many days, I can see his feelings, but I don't want him to die."
The voices in the crowd came one after another. It sounds like no one is optimistic about Zhou Shu.
On the competition stage, Zhou Shu looked calm, and said, "Junior Shu Zhou, I have seen Sect Master Yuan. I have heard of Sect Master Yuan's outstanding demeanor for a long time. When I saw him today, I really deserved it."
Yuan Lin was about 60 years old, his figure was like a bamboo pole, and his face was sallow as if covered with a layer of gold paper. He looked like an old ghost who had been ill for decades, but anyone knew that he was definitely not a sick ghost, but a human being. Scared of killing god, used to be the elder of the protector. Specialized in killing, under the rain of red leaves, I don't know how many dead souls were buried.
Hearing Zhou Shu’s words, Yuan Lin’s sunken eyes flashed with an insignificant killing intent. He immediately recovered his calm and said blankly, "You make a move first, the old man doesn’t move. You only have one move. If you block it, you win. ."
Zhou Shu smiled slightly. "The younger generation is disrespectful."
Before his words fell, Zhou Shu spun around quickly, like a whirlwind, passing through the field. But a dozen breaths returned to the original position.
But the competition platform at this time was different. Before, there was a gray color everywhere, completely covering the entire competition platform.
The viewer can see almost nothing through the mask, and can only distinguish some shadows vaguely.
"what the hell?"
"This gray is full of lifelessness. Could it be the Falling Yudhara smoke from the Tangmen Tower? It is said that this poisonous smoke is extremely toxic and omnipotent. Even if the Golden Core Cultivator is trapped in the smoke, he will soon be caught Melted and eroded to the bones."
"This mask has no way to breathe, and you can't escape even if you want to escape. Then Shu Zhou must have some magic weapon to ward off drugs."
"Not only poisonous smoke, he also lost a lot of weird things, look at that earth and sky, everywhere."
"Ah, it's no wonder that the treasurer of the Sky Star Pavilion was happy two days ago. Aren't those things all from the Sky Star Pavilion?"
"So many? Even the cheap ones cost thousands of top grades, and the better ones cost tens of thousands. He used so much at once, it's really a luxury."
"If you have a spirit stone, you should also buy a pill and a magical thing, this kind of flower..."
Many practitioners saw how powerful they were and were shocked.
And several monks who watched the battle thought about this scene, and communicated with Yuan Shen through voice transmission.
"Fairy Bai, the formation is not strange, but what are the talisman hidden under some formations?"
"Feng Dao people, those talisman talisman are fixed wind talisman, there are not many cultivators who can paint, it should be given to him by friend Ning."
"I don't think Yuan Lin can tell, he just treats it as a battle, I'm afraid it will be flat, wow haha."
"No, the Dingfeng Talisman can withstand the red leaves, but Yuan Lin has been immersed in the red leaves for more than a hundred years, and Shu Zhou is probably unable to withstand his complete red leaves."
"It's good if you have the mind. If you don't surrender, it will be great. This kid is not bad."
On the competition stage, Yuan Lin's eyes showed deep disdain.
Toxic smoke? What a waste of spirit stones.
Yuan Lin in the poisonous smoke did not change his face at all. The poisonous smoke circulated around him, but it did not affect him in any way. It seemed that he either had a magic weapon to fight off poisons, or he had taken a pill beforehand, or even he was a special physique to fight off poisons.
Formation? What a waste of spirit stones.
Although there are traps formed by formations everywhere on the competition platform, no matter what formations are, it will only be effective after entering. He will not move at all, and Zhou Shu wants to trap him in the Golden Core Realm with the formation. In, it is even more wishful thinking.
"Are these little tricks? You can do it."
Zhou Shu was surprised, but his expression remained unchanged, "Junior has already taken action."
Bang!
The competition platform changed rapidly, and countless magic ants appeared and flew towards Yuan Lin, covering the sky and the earth.
Some of the magic ants in the smoke can't see clearly, but those red eyes like blood indicate that they have become violent, and there is no doubt that the third change of the sea stepping technique has been used.
"Good job!"
Yuan Lin's expression was slightly condensed, his hands were put together, the jade box was shattered, and the red leaves floated out. The number was even more than that of the magic ants.
The red leaves in the sky are like rain~EbookFREE.me~ Pieces like knives, passing by the magic ant, easily splitting the sword intent and spiritual power in half, covering the entire competition platform almost without hindrance, towards Zhou Shu go with.
On the test bench, red and black are distinct, but it is obvious that red overwhelms black, and the advantage is getting bigger and bigger.
"Is there only such a skill?"
Yuan Lin was even more disdainful, but he also had some doubts. From the previous few games, Zhou Shu would not be so vulnerable.
Soon.
The ground shook suddenly, several black tornadoes rolled out from all directions, and another batch of magic ants attacked, the number was more than several times more than before!
"Sure enough, it's hidden, but it's nothing."
Yuan Lin snorted coldly, and the flying red leaves were a bit faster, spinning like a blade in the wind, towards Zhou Shu.
He wanted to strangle Zhou Shu in the red leaves first. As for the sword intent of these magic ants, he had planned. (To be continued.)