Chapter 197 The Physical Practitioner Killed the Yuanying Monk

In the eyes of everyone, the Wuliang Sect's attacks were frighteningly fast. If they were caught in it, they would be torn into pieces by the opponent's sword in an instant.

However, in Ji Tong's eyes, this speed was a bit too slow.

It feels like the speed of a bicycle.

For this, the most it would do is tear the clothes into pieces.

The prerequisite is that ordinary people's clothes.

As a monk, the robes he wears are also of high quality.

The Taoist robes of Shushan are mainly green and black. Most of the disciples who practice physical training and foundation building wear yellow-level Taoist robes, with only a faint yellow auspicious cloud pattern embroidered on the heart.

The Xuan-level Taoist robes, corresponding to those of Dan-forming monks, show off the white spirit flower pattern.

The low-level one is a golden sword, corresponding to the Nascent Soul monk.

As for the sky level, it is white and does not need any pattern, it is mainly based on personal preference.

For example, Lu Xueying showed off her blue fairy sword. Her unique Taoist robe in the entire Shu Mountain was extremely enviable.

For example, Jitong's robes, although the color and style are still ordinary Shushan prefecture-level robes, but how hard it is to resist a bicycle.

He even stood still, letting the whirlpool roar in and cover himself directly in it.

At this high speed, the only one who could clearly see the reality in the sword shadow was Lu Xueying, and the other one was the so-called Mahayana monk of the Infinite Sect.

This man was wrapped in a large Taoist robe. Even in broad daylight, few people could see his appearance clearly.

At this time, he was standing among countless onlookers, witnessing the process of this arena match.

After seeing this, he couldn't help but frown.

"This kid's character is too stable and weird. Is he really not afraid of death... No good..."

Before he could finish muttering, he saw that the whirlpool didn't even tear the other party's clothes, it was like a breeze blowing past, and then nothing happened.

The scene was completely silent, and everyone couldn't believe what their eyes saw.

However, Ji Tong didn't move from the beginning to the end, let alone fight back. This can only explain one problem. The Nascent Soul of Wuliang Sect turned out to be a silver-like wax gun head, which was useless.

Those people from the small fishing village who were watching the excitement kept booing when they saw this place. The general idea was to ridicule whether Yuan Ying had not had enough to eat, and why he was pretending to be there if he didn't have the ability...

Nascent Soul on the stage was livid, and he yelled in disbelief.

"What trick did you use, and why were you able to break my Wind Wing mark?"

Ji Tong sneered in his heart. It was just a mutated spiritual root of the wind system, but he really thought he was invincible.

"I'm really sorry to disappoint you. However, it's because you're not good at it, so don't mess with other people."

Ji Tong innocently spread his hands, indicating that he didn't even use his spiritual energy. The two of them were still ten feet apart, so he could still break each other with his eyes.

If you want to blame him, you can only blame him for having too high aura, which also increased his defense value a lot.

After a little physical training, he could withstand Yuanying's blow, not to mention that Yuanying in the ring couldn't see the problem.

Even the Nascent Souls in the audience couldn't see why.

The leader of the Wuliang Sect carefully transmitted the message to the Mahayana monks of this sect.

"Master, did you see anything wrong with that blow just now?"

The Mahayana monk shook his head and said, "There is something weird about this guy. It's hard to tell for the time being. Let's continue reading!"

After hearing this answer, the leader of Wuliang Sect felt unsure and muttered to himself.

"This kid is just practicing. Everything is just a coincidence. We must be steady."

Nascent Soul on the ring was still in shock and could not recover, but Ji Tong said to him respectfully and politely: "I just received a blow from senior, and I have benefited a lot. Now please ask senior to learn from my blow!" "

Ji Tong hasn't fought with all his strength yet. This time, the King of Heaven is here and I can't let him stop.

So, after taking a deep breath, he came straight to the earth.

Countless energy was pushed out from between his two palms, turning into a rainbow and heading straight towards the Nascent Soul cultivator.

This rainbow is very beautiful. It has seven colors, just like a real rainbow.

The person involved was a little surprised. Ji Tong just released all the spiritual energy in his body and gave it a try.

After all, he only has one advantage in spiritual energy. The massive spiritual energy value that can be compared with the monks of Nascent Soul Dzogchen is not something that ordinary people can compete with.

However, the attack in front of him was somewhat beyond expectations.

It's not like he didn't output like this before. At that time, he could only vaguely see five colors, which probably corresponded to the colors of the five spiritual roots.

Now there were two more, which made him a little confused.

Lei Linggen is black, and he can understand what the purple one is.

Could it be that, without him knowing it, he had developed a new innate spiritual root?

He was a little busy back in the sect these past two days and forgot to look in the mirror. If he had known earlier, he should have taken out the mirror and had a good look before going on stage.

The Nascent Soul opponent's reaction was pretty good. After noticing Ji Tong's attack, he quickly output a white spiritual energy to fight against Ji Tong's rainbow.

Ji Tong's Rainbow looks a little thinner, mainly because he is too condensed and unwilling to waste a little bit of spiritual energy, concentrating it all on Rainbow.

This is a kind of precise control of spiritual energy. In the eyes of outsiders, it is a little weaker and incomparable to Yuanying's huge spiritual energy wave.

After the two collided in the air, there was a strong explosion, and the gang energy was so frantic that the arena was almost shaken apart.

The leader of Shushan, who was watching the battle in the audience, had to invest a top-quality spiritual stone to stabilize the arena.

Such a generous act fell into the hands of the monk, so he was naturally filled with emotion.

Only a large sect with a profound foundation like Shushan can contribute the best spiritual stones easily.

If it were the Infinite Sect, not to mention the best spiritual stones, even the ordinary spiritual stones were somewhat stretched. Otherwise, why would they jump out so eagerly to grab the rankings, not just to plunder resources.

After everything calmed down, there was only one person left standing on the stage. The upright posture of the Yuanying monk from the Wuliang Sect seemed to indicate something.

Ji Tong was half-kneeling on the ground, seemingly injured, with a trace of red blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

"Hiss... As expected of Nascent Soul, he is so strong that he can destroy the body-training body in just one move."

After the people present finished speaking, they felt that the words were strange, and then said sourly: "There is no glory in winning, Tsk! It's just the strong bullying the weak."

However, the next second, he saw the Nascent Soul monk from the Wuliang Sect, falling backwards and then falling off the ring.

"Oh my god, what happened? What happened to that Nascent Soul?"

"A physical practitioner really killed a Nascent Soul cultivator? No way!!!" (End of Chapter)