Chapter 507: Wealth Can Lead to Godhood

As if he had suddenly opened up some kind of key, Lv Fan was extremely excited and muttered to himself: "So that's it, so that's it!"

But a moment later, he became a little depressed: "Golden elixir beats Nascent Soul, I can't do it!"

Looking a little confused, he stretched out his hands and muttered: "No, I must see Lord Tianzun. I have to think of a way..."

Seeing that he was getting more and more crazy, Li Fan couldn't help but remind him: "Daoyou Lv..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw him stand up suddenly. He didn't care about Li Fan sitting next to him, and flew straight out of the restaurant, shouting loudly: "Lv Fan of the Congyunhai Martial Arts Hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance is here, who dares to fight me!"

After these words came out, Li Fan was shocked on the spot.

The originally noisy streets of Weichang City were also silent in an instant.

Only Lv Fan's unruly figure was left, standing proudly in the sky.

After a short silence, the crowd exploded.

"How dare a mere Jindan cultivator speak so arrogantly!"

"Are all the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals League so brave?"

"When did the bastards of the Ten Thousand Immortals League dare to be so arrogant in front of our Five Elders Association!" A burly Yuanying cultivator with a full beard said angrily, flying in front of Lu Fan and wanting to teach him a lesson.

After all, Lu Fan was not completely insane, and he shouted repeatedly: "I am Jindan, you are Yuanying. Are all the Five Elders Association like you, who like to bully the weak?"

"If you want to fight, let the Jindan cultivator come!"

Under deliberate guidance, Lu Fan's voice spread throughout Weichang City in an instant.

"You..." The words of the Yuanying cultivator were stuck, and his expression changed for a while. In the end, he snorted coldly and did not choose to take action forcefully.

After falling back to the ground, he turned his head and shouted at everyone: "Where are the Jindan cultivators in our Canhongzhou, are they all dead!"

Everyone also reacted one after another.

A young monk in green clothes flew forward: "I am Qiu Juemo from Luoyan Gang, please teach me, Daoist Fellow Lu!"

He saluted, and without waiting for Lu Fan's response, he flew a flying sword straight to the opponent's face.

The green sword light came silently and suddenly.

Luckily, Lu Fan reacted quickly, and his figure flashed, barely avoiding the attack of the flying sword.

"You sneak attack!" Lu Fan showed a trace of anger on his face.

"In a life-and-death battle, we naturally go all out. There is no such thing as a sneak attack! Daoist Fellow, be careful!" With Qiu Juemo's loud shout, thirty-three sword lights separated from the flying sword that had already flown behind Lu Fan, like a living thing, and instantly formed a sword formation in the shape of a tiger, attacking Lu Fan.

Lu Fan snorted coldly, and a faint copper light bloomed around his body, and his body also expanded several times in an instant.

An abacus suddenly appeared in his hand, and Lu Fan gently turned it, making a crackling sound.

"The world is bustling, all for profit!" He chanted, and every time he moved the beads, a copper coin with a round outer surface and a square inner surface appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, thirty-three copper coins took shape, drawing green rays in the air, and successively met the Flying Tiger Sword Formation.

Qiu Juemo's face changed slightly, vaguely aware of something bad. He wanted to control the sword formation and avoid those copper coins that looked a little weird.

But the green light was extremely fast, and almost instantly, it had already collided with the thirty-three flying swords.

There was no earth-shattering collision sound, and the copper coins disappeared in a flash after contacting the flying swords.

The next moment...

"Not good!" Qiu Juemo's mouth, before the word "good" came out, saw that the thirty-three flying swords all turned around in the air.

The Flying Tiger Sword Formation, which was originally controlled by him, actually attacked him.

And the speed was a few points faster.

Unexpectedly, thirty-three sword lights passed through his body.

Blood gushed out immediately, Qiu Juemo's body shook, but he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

The Flying Tiger Sword Formation also lost control and fell to the ground.

The crowd watching suddenly cried out.

"Thank you!" Lv Fan put the abacus behind his back and said proudly.

"Brother Qiu!" Qiu Juemo's friend hurried forward to check his condition and found that Lv Fan still saved his life at the critical moment.

"Shame on you! Why don't you pull him down!"

"Yes, this defeat is too fast!"

...

Qiu Juemo was seriously injured, but he did not arouse the sympathy of others present. Instead, they kept mocking him, their eyes full of sarcasm.

Qiu Juemo's friend's face suddenly turned red, but he did not dare to provoke the anger of the crowd, but just supported Qiu Juemo in a dejected manner and left the place quickly.

"I'll do it!"

A gray monk flew up with a hint of anger in his tone.

This time he learned his lesson and did not use magic weapons. He just showed the golden elixir Dharma image and kept summoning blazing fire to attack.

"Money can make you a god!"

Who would have thought that as Lv Fan turned the abacus, coins fell into the fire.

The originally red flames were also stained with a bit of strange green.

Then, the flames that came from his own magical powers also lost control and backfired on himself.

In the end, with a scream, the gray monk was also defeated miserably.

The second challenger was defeated at the speed of light, which made the noise on the field quiet down a lot.

"This fellow Daoist Lu is really capable." Li Fan, who was watching the game, couldn't help but be a little surprised.

After a short period of silence, another challenger appeared.

"Ou Qianye of Canhongzhou, please teach me!"

This time, Lv Fan did not take action directly, but asked loudly: "If you five elders can't win, do you plan to fight in a round-robin manner?"

Ou Qianye's momentum suddenly stagnated, and he forcibly held back the moves he had already made. He said in a deep voice: "Then, fellow Taoist, you should rest for a while. When you are fully recovered, we will fight again!"

Lv Fan ignored him and closed his eyes to repair his luck.

Not long after, the two of them attacked together and fought.

In the end, Lv Fan still won. But Ou Qianye was not simple either. His moves and spells emerged in an endless stream.

After each move was controlled by Lv Fan, he would then use another spell.

Lv Fan also spent a lot of effort to barely win.

"Fellow Taoist, you have tricks!" After running out of moves, Ou Qianye, who knew he was no match for him, bowed his hands and took the initiative to admit defeat.

"Mutual..." Lv Fan's tone was much kinder this time.

Next, the Jindan cultivators of Weichang City challenged Lv Fan one after another.

But without exception, all of them were defeated.

Even though he had time to rest, Lv Fan's face gradually turned pale after fighting continuously.

But he seemed to feel something, and the excitement on his face could not be suppressed.

Just when the attention of the whole Weichang City was focused on the scene of Lv Fan's invitation to fight.

Li Fan, who had lost interest in watching the battle, came to a small stall on the street.

"The Secret History of Ancient Cultivation".

He picked up a scroll and flipped through it.