Asking for Immortality in Another World

"Hahaha... then please forgive me for being so presumptuous!"

A cultivator who looked like a big man in the late Jindan stage took the lead and stood on a stage before the people below the stage.

Under his leadership, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

All ten stages are now full of people.

Although they are full, it does not mean that these places belong to them. They still need to have a necessary competition to convince others.

It looks like there are ten stages, but in fact, only on these four stages are there cultivators fighting.

Such stages are actually very small for Jindan cultivators.

Many people cannot display their skills on them at all.

For some cultivators, such stages are actually a hindrance. After all, the space on the stage cannot be too large, but fighting is different from a life-and-death fight.

However, some people are like fish in water on such stages.

It can be said that they are the kings of fighting on the stage! !

That's right, this person is none other than Gu.

From this moment on, this ring... will be ruled by him!!

Gu Changsheng waved his hand, and three spirit swords formed a "small first-level sword formation" in the shape of a product, which stopped between the eyebrows of a female cultivator in front of him. If the tip of the sword moves forward half an inch, it can easily take her life.

The female cultivator in the middle stage of the golden elixir in front of him suddenly came to her senses after being stunned for a moment, and her eyes widened like apricots, with a trace of fear on her face.

She first touched the eyebrows on her forehead with one hand, and then arched her hands towards him, saying in a crisp voice:

"I lost!"

She admitted defeat very straightforwardly.

And Gu Changsheng also took back his three spirit swords.

This ring is now guarded by him!

And he still has half an hour to restore the spiritual energy in his body, and no one can challenge him again within half an hour.

In fact, Gu Changsheng didn't waste much spiritual energy to pick up this female cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core. Half an hour was more than enough.

He sat cross-legged in the center of his own arena.

Before recovering the lost spiritual energy in his body, he took a look at the situation on the other arenas. Uh... there were still cultivators in the middle stage of the Golden Core on these arenas. Now, he was the only one left in the ten arenas.

On the other arenas, at least the cultivators in the late stage of the Golden Core were now on the other arenas.

The Golden Core Perfection cultivators on the six arenas had never been challenged by anyone. They watched the fights on the other arenas with interest. It seemed that they were not the defenders.

They were all defenders, but the gap was really big!

Gu Changsheng also saw that many people below were looking at his arena, eager to try.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He closed his eyes.

They really thought he was a soft persimmon.

If he challenges other people, even those who have reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, he may still win. But if he challenges his arena, he will definitely lose. There is no chance of winning at all!

It can only be said that it depends on who wants to challenge this lucky guy.

Half an hour later.

Gu Changsheng finally opened his eyes again.

And a man who looked like a scholar also flew to the arena he was guarding and stood in front of him.

Gu Changsheng glanced at him and found that he was in the late stage of the Golden Core!

He shook his head with a very calm expression.

The lucky guy has appeared.

I hope there will be fewer such lucky guys after this lucky guy.

And this must be a quick battle! !

The two of them pulled away and stood on one direction of the arena respectively. They looked at each other and saluted each other.

Gu Changsheng waved his wide Taoist robe sleeves and big hands, and three, three, and three more, a total of nine third-level magic weapons and spiritual swords appeared neatly in front of him.

"Huh?!"

The scholar Jindan, who had just sent out the two magic weapons on his body, looked at the man in front of him and opened his mouth slightly in surprise. Nine magic weapons, and a formation!

Is this still a person? !

Didn't he only have three in the last match? ! !

But, no matter what he thought, a sword formation had already appeared on this small arena. For a moment, the whole arena could be seen with the sound of swords and the long river of spiritual swords.

So this arena will be ruled by him! !

On such a small arena, no one can escape the attack range of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and each of them can only take his sword.

And how many of his swords can these people take? !

For a moment, the eyes of the entire Xianlai Island looked at him, including the eyes of a Yuanying.

"Hiss... Master Fuyun really has a very sharp sword technique, and he actually has such a method, which is really impressive!"

"It's not a sword technique, it's a sword formation, and it's a sword formation with nine third-level magic weapons and spiritual swords, so of course it's powerful!!"

Some people under the ring started discussing.

And under everyone's discussion, the shortcomings of Gu Changsheng's sword formation were also guessed clearly by everyone.

As long as he doesn't have enough spiritual energy in his body, such a sword formation is not a concern at all. Of course, any means will be like this if the spiritual energy is insufficient, but this sword formation consumes more spiritual energy.

Suddenly, just as the spiritual swords on the ring were still cutting and crossing, a spiritual curtain suddenly covered the entire ring.

"Huh?!"

Gu Changsheng only felt that his spiritual swords were like cutting into endless cotton and air, as if something was hindering his progress. In the end, these spiritual swords were blocked by the spiritual curtain.

And this spiritual curtain just shook slightly.

"Stop it."

An ethereal and slightly lazy voice suddenly sounded.

And this voice... is the Yuanying Zhenjun of Piaomiao Lake, Fairy Su Ming.

"Is this the strength of the Yuanying?!" Gu Changsheng called this sword formation back to his side, and his heart was now greatly shocked.

This was the first time he experienced the strength of a Yuanying. The first level of Zhuxian Sword Formation, which was equivalent to the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, was so powerless in front of the Yuanying!

Hiss, Yuanying... It was really so terrifying.

Even if he sent out all the spiritual swords in his hand, he would not be able to block a few moves in front of the Yuanying.

After the spiritual curtain on the ring was dispersed.

The people below could see the current situation on the ring clearly.

The scholar who stood on his knees in front of Gu Changsheng was no longer as high-spirited as when he went to the ring. His hair was already messy, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.