Chapter 972 Three Questions of Invincibility (Third Update)

Lu Fengxian's behavior in the ring made the cultivators around him astonished. I don't know how many people frowned. They never expected that this abandoned child of the Lu family who jumped out of nowhere could actually have such abilities. , the nine masters in the Dojo of the Conquerors streak, including even the divine son of the Meng family. Perhaps from the perspective of true cultivation, he is not too difficult, but his natural power and resentful fighting style are really This is a headache. For a moment, I can’t think of how to deal with such weirdos...

Originally, he was making a big fuss at the Yaochi martial arts competition and losing nine people in a row. He was already very angry. But when he finally took out the wine bottle and paid homage to someone, it made the cultivators in China even more furious. A little doubt arose in their hearts...

Why doesn't everyone forget that little devil?

No matter what, he is just a dead person...

His old friends and disciples just never forgot him, so why did an old enemy even come here to cause such a thing?

Amidst the doubts, the anger in my heart undoubtedly deepened.

The head of the Yuan family, Yuan Lingxiao, frowned and was no longer willing to wait any longer. He called out in a low voice: "Fu Su!"

"I understand without saying anything!"

After hearing this, Mr. Fusu opened his eyes, nodded slightly, his sleeves fluttering, and walked towards the aerial arena.

"Master Fusu is about to take action!"

Someone with sharp eyes was the first to see Mr. Fusu standing up. He was surprised and delighted, and opened his mouth to shout.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, countless eyes looked at him from the surrounding peaks, with awe in their eyes, as if they were looking at a god.

Fairy baby!

After ancient times, tens of thousands of years later, the first fairy baby appeared in the world of cultivation!

The Immortal Infant monk, who has truly surpassed the past and represents the arrival of the golden age of the spiritual world, is finally going to take action at this time.

Some people are full of expectations, and some people are extremely excited!

At this time, even the ancient family, who was somewhat dissatisfied with the dominance of the Yuan family, sighed slightly, as if they had given up on something.

"The Taoist temples of various scholars have attracted talents from all over the world, and they represent all kinds of inheritance and thousands of avenues in the world. Their strength may be high or low, but under the teachings of the saints, at least they understand where their own way is. Maybe some people are now strong It's not obvious, but in the future, once the realm is completed, he will definitely be able to soar into the sky. This fellow Taoist just relied on some brute force and luckily won a few rounds, and then he started to talk arrogantly and did not take the Taoist temples seriously. It’s really ridiculous, but whatever, since you want to fight, then let Yuan Mou fight with you..."

Speaking softly, Mr. Fusu slowly descended on the ring with his long sleeves fluttering.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet. How many people were there with eager eyes, waiting to see Mr. Fusu subjugate this rampant wild cultivator!

At this time, Lu Fengxian poured the drink on the ground, threw the bottle away, and shook his head, looking very lonely.

"bring it on……"

Mr. Fusu slowly raised a hand, his expression was very relaxed, but his aura naturally spread out. When he raised his hand, a fairy wind rose up from the air around him, turning into flowing clouds and strange beasts. , cranes, and strange flowers gather and disperse around him, just like the rules of the great road. Invisibly, the aura gathers, not even inferior to the monks in the Nascent Soul Mahayana realm, making people subconsciously awe.

"hehe……"

At this moment, Lu Fengxian seemed to have just noticed Mr. Fusu, frowning slightly, and looked at him a few times.

But in the end, he still didn't lift the Fang Tian Painted Halberd in his hand, but shook his head and said: "I won't fight with you..."

"What?"

Mr. Fusu's already rising momentum stagnated, and he subconsciously asked.

Lu Fengxian squinted his eyes and looked at him. He moved his right palm slowly a few times, as if he remembered the hatred of the Broken Palm. However, this hatred did not make him take action against Mr. Fusu. Instead, his eyes were full of anger. It was sarcasm, with a touch of ridicule. He glanced at Fusu for a few times, and then said quietly: "Lv came here to prove that in a battle with the same realm, what are the dojos of various scholars, what are the disciples of saints, maybe they are not strong enough." It’s vulgar, but even if Lv is abandoned by everyone in the world, like a wild dog, he will never lose to anyone in a fight with his peers. And you, haha, just because you rely on the fairy infant to challenge me, in Lv’s eyes, it’s alright No more heroes, hehe, if you want to fight, then just wait. When Lu breaks through the Nascent Soul realm, he will naturally come to you for a fight, but now, why should I let you take advantage of this?"

"you……"

Mr. Fusu's eyes turned cold, his anger rose, and he saw contempt in Lu Fengxian's eyes.

But Lu Fengxian hadn't finished his words yet, he still said calmly: "Also, looking at you, you seem to be very proud of your fairy baby, but it's obvious that you formed the fairy baby with the help of external forces. Really?" I don’t know where your arrogance lies! There is actually a person in the Yuan family whom I value, but it’s a pity that he became the victim of your compromise with others. Alas, it’s a pity, it’s a pity. People like him should be with Lu Someone fought a fair fight and died under my Fang Tian’s painted halberd, but now... there is no more hero in the Yuan family, and there is no more genius in the world!"

After saying that, he carried Fang Tian's painted halberd on his back and walked slowly towards the bottom of the ring without even looking back.

When Mr. Fusu heard this, his eyebrows stood up in anger, and he was furious. Looking at Lu Fengxian's back, he wished he could catch him back and suppress him by force. However, when he thought of so many people around him watching, he still suppressed him. He was angry and did not take action!

The surrounding cultivators also fell silent, feeling extremely strange!

I thought there would be a fight between dragons and tigers, but I didn't expect that Lu Fengxian would just leave without fighting Fusu!

Moreover, Lu Fengxian had already fought nine people in a row. If he wanted to withdraw, no one could force him to fight.

Even what he said aroused the roar of many people...

...Yes, why are you, a monk at the Nascent Soul Realm, coming here to get involved? We at the Golden Core Realm are practicing martial arts here. Fuyao Palace is not taking care of you, so we have this "life-limited three-level" rule. According to the previous According to the tradition, you are not qualified to play at all. If you really want to compete, then if you have the guts to wait a few years, after we become Nascent Soul, we may not necessarily lose to you...

But Fu Su came on the stage with an invincible power, but suddenly lost his opponent. He also felt like he had punched everything empty. He felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his majesty had been cut away. He stood on the field and hesitated for a long time. He did not return to the stage, but calmed down his mood, stood with his hands behind his hands, slowly looked around the stage, glanced at the other cultivators, and asked lightly: "Is there anyone willing to fight Yuan?"

It was quiet all around, no one spoke!

Who the hell wants to fight you? Wouldn't it be very honorable to lose at your hands in front of so many people?

No one came on stage for a long time, which made the feeling of emptiness in Mr. Fusu's heart even heavier. He paused for a moment, then opened his eyes after a while, with a clear purple heart, and looked towards the peak where the Daxue Mountain Taoism is located. : "Is there anyone willing to fight Yuan Mou?"

There was no answer for a long time at the place where the Daxue Mountain Taoism was located. The Golden Crow and the others all looked strangely in their eyes. After a while, the Golden Crow shouted at the top of his lungs: "I am willing to fight with you..." As soon as he shouted these words, There was a hint of joy in Mr. Fusu's eyes, but before he could say anything more, Dajinwu had already shouted again: "...Wait until Master Dajin forms the Nascent Soul, hahahaha, man, I don't have any elders to help me. To form a fairy baby, you have to practice all by yourself. It’s very slow. I have no choice but to let you go crazy for two days..."

"Ha ha……"

There was a person next to him who was laughing so hard that he was banging the table while laughing, but it was the Little Ghost King Li Ying.

Li Hongyi slapped him on the back of the head and lectured: "Restrain it..."

Li Ying hurriedly closed his mouth and looked at his sister with resentful eyes: "Can't I even show my disdain?"

Li Hongyi said lightly: "No need, practice well, the responsibility for destroying the Meng family in the future will be yours, why bother to fight for a moment of anger at this time? Haha, the Chinese orthodoxy underestimates us, they only think that we are angry for a moment, and train them They wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to suppress us and frustrate our obsession with revenge. However, we did not expect that revenge is revenge. If we really want to take revenge, it will be a great hatred that will destroy the orthodoxy. How can it be? What problem can be solved in a ring? Do you really think we are just kids playing house?"

The mocking gaze from the side of the Snow Mountain made Mr. Fusu feel even more unhappy. He suppressed his hatred, and his eyes became even more purple. He looked at the direction of the experts from the Little Fairy World and asked lightly. : "Is there anyone willing to fight Yuan Mou?"

Among the monks in the Little Immortal Realm, there sat a thin young man with blond hair. There were traces of thunder and lightning in the depths of his pupils, which looked extremely strange. He saw the look Mr. Fusu cast, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. , but showed a cold smile and whispered: "Human fairy baby? Haha, I would like to give it a try. How much power can this fairy baby have like my divine bloodline?"

Beside him, an old man looked serious and urged in a low voice: "Master God, don't be impulsive..."

"Okay, okay!"

The young man waved his hand lazily and said, "I'm just saying, I won't do anything here. Anyway, sooner or later I'll have a chance!"

Mr. Fusu, on the other hand, saw no one answer in the Little Immortal Realm, so his brows furrowed even more tightly, and he turned to look at the Pure Land cultivators in another direction, with some impatience in his voice: " Fellow Taoists, is there anyone willing to fight Yuan?"

In the Pure Land, it was also extremely quiet, with no one answering.

After asking three questions in a row, no one answered. The power of the Immortal Infant seemed to have overwhelm all cultivators.

In the forest on the mountainside, someone was already asking the old fortune teller teasingly: "You always tell the truth, but tell me what's the fate of this person?"

The old fortune-teller waved his hand and said disdainfully: "What's the point of having to suffer a tragic death?"

The cultivators around him sneered and said with a smile: "Is this old man crazy?"