Chapter 2491: Fighting Qiuyan

Not long after, a group of Qingmen disciples stood up, a total of more than 30 people, of which seven were practicing emptiness in a half step.
The rest are naturally the pinnacle of transforming gods, only one step away from half a step of refining the emptiness, and there are several spiritual powers, powerful, and capable of breaking through at any time.
Obviously, the strong Qingmen brought in young disciples below the realm of Void Refining, specifically to compete with the inner disciples of Wan Jianzong.
Feeling the overall strength of Qingmen Tianjiao, the elders of Wan Jianzong felt pressure in their hearts.
The Qingmen randomly brought a group of people, and there were seven and a half-step practice in them. If you look at the realm, they far exceed the younger generation of Wan Jianzong!
"According to the old rules, we will still play ten games this time." The middle-aged man paused and continued, "Who will be the first game?"
"Three elders, I can't wait!" The tall and strong man named Qiu Yan stood up, his eyes swept away, and finally fell on Luo Ba.
"Haha, I just can't help it anymore." Luo Ba sneered, turned around to ask Elder Ma, and after getting permission, he walked out.
"Qiuyan Qingmen, half-step practice for imaginary cultivation, boy, come and die!" Qiu Yan casually picked a ring and walked up in a stride.
"Sure enough, it is extremely arrogant, are the disciples of the Qingmen, all with such well-developed limbs and simple minds?" Luo Ba said coldly when he came to power.
"If you say this, I will interrupt your limbs, shatter your meridians, and make you useless from now on!" Qiu Yan's face sank.
"It's not ashamed to say, just like you, I can hit ten!" Luo Ba mocked.
"Who will come for the second game?" At this time, the middle-aged man spoke again. He had absolute confidence in Qiu Yan and didn't care about the situation on the ring at all.
"I'm coming!" A tall and thin figure walked out. He jumped onto a ring and said with an arrogant expression, "Mufeng in the lower Qingmen, half-step to practice imaginary cultivation skills, who dare to come up and die?"
"Let me kill him!" Changhong turned his head and glanced at Elder Ma behind him. Seeing that he had no objection, he also walked to the ring.
"In the next few games, whoever wants to compete with the Wan Jianzong genius, let me take the initiative!" said the middle-aged man.
As his voice fell, the eight figures immediately walked out, each occupying an arena, waiting for the challenge from the inner disciple of Wan Jianzong.
"Let's get started, go back early to receive the reward, so you can get free soon." On the first ring, Qiu Yan said casually, "but your trash parents will be sad."
"What are you talking about?" Luo Ba's face sank, and his tone became extremely cold.
"Are you deaf? Lao Tzu said that your parents are garbage, after all, only garbage can raise yours!" Qiu Yan sneered.
"I didn't want to kill you, but you insulted my parents, you are unforgivable!" Luo Ba was really angry this time.
He has practiced in Wan Jianzong since he was a child, and the connection with his parents is actually not much. In other words, his feelings for his parents are not deep.
But this does not mean that anyone can insult his parents, at least the trash of the blue door is not good!
The next moment, Luo Ba thought, a set of pitch-black battle armor flew out of the storage ring and was worn by him.
This suit of armor is called Yanling Sigh, it is an earth-based secret treasure, with a very strong defense force and several special effects, one of which is to weaken the earth-based energy, which can reduce 30% to 40%.
In other words, after putting on the rock spirit and sighing, Qiuyan's damage to him will be reduced by one-third out of thin air, which is very effective and can be said to be the nemesis of the earth monks.
This set of battle armor is a reward for ROPA to perform special tasks, and now it is most suitable for use.
"Smelly boy, is this your confidence in coming to power?" Qiu Yan's expression changed, and he felt that the armor was good, but he quickly recovered his calm.
Because he was about to step into Lianxu, only a trace of sentiment was left, and he also had the blessing of secret treasures, so he could fully display the combat power of the early stage of Lianxu.
But Luo Pa is only half-stepping the void, and the gap between the two can be described as a moat. It is not a defensive armor that can be filled.
"Hehe, you think too much. The reason for taking out this secret treasure is just to teach you a lesson." Luo Ba sneered.
"Smelly boy, you are looking for death!" Qiu Yan's face sank, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he screamed and slapped a palm.
As he slapped his palm, a huge palm suddenly appeared in the air, almost covering the entire arena, and pressing against Li Tian vigorously.
"Small bugs!" Luo Ba stood on the spot, not dodge or dodge, like a dark rock in a storm.
"An ant-like thing, you dare to hold it big!" Seeing his calm and calm appearance, Qiu Yan suddenly became angry, his momentum increased by three points, and his palm accelerated, as if a huge mountain was pressing down in vain.
The surrounding airflow was squeezed, and a billowing air wave was set off. However, at this moment, Luo Pa moved in vain. He flipped out a long sword and cut out a dazzling sword light.
This sword light was several feet long, appeared out of thin air on the arena, wrapped in the power of destruction, and brazenly faced the phantom of that palm.
"Puff!" The huge palm shadow split instantly, and then was shattered by the terrifying sword intent, turning into violent energy dissipated, and the sword light also became dim, almost transparent.
"No wonder you dare to come to the stage to fight with me. It seems that you still have two brushes, but this is far from enough!" Qiu Yan's eyes condensed, but then he smiled, his body surged, and his spiritual power burst out. Covered him, forming a majestic yellow armor.
This is his signature supernatural power, which can gather spiritual power at any time, strengthen the strength of the physical body, and its defense power is far beyond the monks of the same realm, and can even be comparable to the barbarians who specialize in the physical body.
"Smelly boy, bear the anger from the strong!" After Qiu Yan put on the spiritual armor, it seemed very heavy, but the speed was not slow at all.
He saw his figure flash, and suddenly stepped a few steps forward, crossing a distance of tens of feet, appeared in front of Luo Pa without warning, and blasted a punch at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, an overwhelming atmosphere enveloped him. The huge sense of oppression made Luo Pa's scalp numb, and a fatal crisis appeared in his heart.
I have to say that Qiu Yan's strength is very strong, almost better than all the inner disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, and can even catch up with some core disciples.
"Is the power of the Void Refining level so terrifying?" Luo Ba's eyes condensed, his hands interlaced, and the power of blood in his body gushes out, condensing into a shield covering the surface of Yan Ling's sigh.
Qiu Yan's speed was too fast, and quietly, as if he could travel through space, he had no time to move, so he could only choose to resist.