Xiuxian!My buff status has no time limit

Bailianshan showed a very strange and terrifying poison pill technique this time.

The terrifying effect of the poison pill made others feel uncomfortable. That method was even more cruel and evil than some magic cultivators. The number of participating cultivators who died in their hands was astonishing.

Shenshan Qiuhua was inscribed in his hands, and now his face was still blue and purple, and his breath was very weak.

I also ate a bunch of detoxification pills produced in Shushan, but they were of no use.Obviously Bailianshan really wanted to win this time.

Snapped!

At this time, a stone flew from a high place, impartially, and smashed on the head of the disciple of Bailian Mountain.Due to the huge impact, the stone exploded into dozens of pieces in an instant and scattered in all directions.

"who is it!"

The Bailian Mountain disciple was hit by the impact and turned over several times, his eardrums buzzing.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Jiang Li was standing on the ring on the top of the mountain looking at him, holding a stone in his hand, as if he was aiming.

If it wasn't for the rules, the upper ring could not turn to challenge the lower ring, Jiang Li had already rushed down to beat him to death.

"Damn it! Jiang Li! What are you doing! This is a foul!"

The cultivator of Bailian Mountain yelled at Jiang Li angrily.

However, what responded to him was another stone that tore through the air!

Snapped!

The stone exploded on the opponent again, and the disciple of Bailian Mountain who had just got up was smashed back to the ground.

"you!"

He gritted his teeth, his face was flushed red by Jiang Li's repeated provocations.But those two stones were just ordinary stones after all, and they couldn't break through the opponent's magic weapon, which really hurt him.

"What are you, do the rules say that you can't throw stones on the mountain?"

"What? Angry? I'm so scared, so come up and hit me."

"You are not very powerful in Bailian Mountain. You can use poison pills and beat female cultivators. Why don't you even dare to compete with a wounded person?"

"No, no, no, you are not afraid of me!"

Jiang Li continued to taunt in his words, and casually buckled a stone the size of a human head from the rocky ground, ready to reason with the other party.

"you wanna die!"

This Bailian Mountain disciple is also at a young age, and now he is in front of the monks all over the world.

It's one thing to be able to fight well, but if you face this kind of humiliation, you will be scared.

Don't expect to be famous all over the world, I'm afraid you will have to poke your spine and laugh for many years.

How can I bear this breath at such a young age!

Seeing that he was about to be overwhelmed by anger, he wanted to come up to find Jiang Li to die.

But in the spectator seats in the sky, there was a sudden violent cough, which woke up the disciple of Bailian Mountain, retracted his steps, lowered his head and propped up the defensive light film, and ignored Jiang Li.

Jiang Li didn't even need to raise his head to know who ruined his good deed.

"Ma Li is worried that you interfere with Dabi!"

People on both sides of the Cangjing Valley and the Five Elements Peak in Shushan stared angrily.

But Ma Lichou pretended to clear his throat as if nothing happened.

"I'm old and have a lot of phlegm, can't I clear my throat?"

This is a monk of any level, it is rare to have some physical problems, and there is a lot of phlegm, it is simply phlegm in the sky.

But the other party really just coughed a little louder, so they couldn't really rush forward to fight.

Jiang Li slammed a few more rocks, and was stopped by the monks from the United Sailing Party.It would be a foul if he went too far.

Jiang Li can only be helpless about this.

If other people participated in this kind of big competition, the ups and downs of the battle must be extremely exciting, all kinds of explosions will be sacrificed for no money, and the memory kill breakthrough kill will make people excited.

But when it comes to Jiang Li. .How did he become the Great Demon King himself?

He just finished playing Jie Dan, and he came to the Qi Refining Stage to play a game, which is really a bit of a bully.

He didn't pretend to be weak after several rounds, which was his biggest failure. Until now, no one dared to challenge him.

I still have a golden core avatar that is useless, so you dare not, you Qi training monks are really the worst class I have ever seen!

But at this moment, the situation changed.

"Amitabha, benefactor Jiang is worried about the poisonous injury of the benefactor of the holy mountain? How about letting the poor monk come and get the antidote for the benefactor."

At this time, there was a monk with a bald head, a ring scar, and a simple gray dress. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. He walked up step by step from the tenth platform below.

"Mage Liaoyuan? That's very good, thank you so much for your help!"

Seeing the person coming, Jiang Li was obviously taken aback for a moment, then immediately recognized the person's identity, and thanked him very much.

This monk obviously also came from Cihang Temple.And quite a bit of background and strength.

To say that there is no one in the entire arena who is unscathed.

Besides Jiang Li, there must be this Master Liaoyuan!

First point, because he has no hair at all.

Another point, the mage's defensive ability is similar to Jiang Li's, it seems to be very outstanding.

Among the disciples of Cihang Temple, this monk Liaoyuan looked ordinary, and his figure was not as exaggerated as his fellow disciples, so he was almost the same as Jiang Li.

Coupled with that jade-like frail face, it really doesn't look like a deterrent existence.

But monks who understand a little bit about the situation will not really underestimate him.

Just the word "le" in "Liaoyuan" is enough to make people look at him with admiration.

Because this shows that he is a monk of the Cihang Temple of the "Le" generation, and he is a generation taller than Jiang Li and most of the current contemporary disciples!

This is also the reason why, although he is a disciple of Cihang Temple, he is not commensurate with Jiang Li's senior brother.

This is such a person, he puts his hands together from beginning to end, and unilaterally bears the attacks of all opponents.

However, so far in the competition, no one has been able to hurt him in the slightest, and in the end he was forced off the ring by the Buddha's light of the opponent.

And after entering the tenth ring, Jiang Li originally thought that he would shine, but he didn't expect that he would stand in the tenth ring for three days without any movement at all.

Unexpectedly, until now, Master Liaoyuan came up suddenly.

Chapter 178

"Mage Liaoyuan be careful, this person is good at using poison pills."

Seeing this monk walk into the ring, Jiang Li reminded him on the top of the mountain.

When the other party showed him kindness, Jiang Li was naturally willing to respond.

"Thank you, Master Jiang, for reminding me, I will pay attention to it."

With that said, he walked in.This also represents the beginning of the challenge.

The disciple of Bailian Mountain is also very angry, it's fine if he can't beat that Jiang Li, now a bald donkey dares to come to seek his misfortune, do you think anyone can come and bully him!

"Master Liaoyuan, the antidote to the poison pill will be offered after the Dabi."

"If the mage came here to understand the medicine, there is no need to do so, and ask for trouble!"

The Bailian Mountain disciple's face was very, very ugly, obviously his mood is not very beautiful now.

After all, his surname is Ma, and he is one of the two major families of Bailian Mountain.

Usually in the sect, he is used to being domineering and flamboyant. Those disciples with foreign surnames succumb to his bullying in front of him. He has always bullied others, and he has never been bullied in half his life.

But he was provoked by Jiang Li just now, and he has not been able to retaliate, which makes his narrow worldview collapse.

"Amitabha, enduring hardship is a kind of practice. Poor monks can realize the beauty of it, but Ma Shizhu should realize this word of suffering."

After Monk Liaoyuan walked into the arena, his hands were still not separated, and he walked straight towards the opponent without taking out the magic weapon or putting on a posture.

"Hmph, you want to make me suffer too? Don't be ashamed to say it!"

"Fate! I advise you to show your magic weapon quickly, don't think that I will be merciful to you because of your seniority!"

He said so, but the disciples of Bailian Mountain really didn't dare to act casually.

I don't know whether Master Liaoyuan was born with extraordinary talent or fate. When he entered Cihang Temple a few years ago, he was unexpectedly accepted by the previous generation of monks of Cihang Temple.

That kind of top monk who is not born in the world, his cultivation base is unpredictable, and he is at the same level as the founders of the Sutra Valley.

It's hard to say whether he is strong or not after worshiping such an existence as a teacher, but that background alone is enough to make most people need to be cautious when dealing with him.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's hands have been together for five years and have not been separated. The magic weapon is no longer needed. Donate horse, just do it."

Hands together for five years?

Hearing this, Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and then carefully looked up and down the monk for a while.

Immediately, he felt his goosebumps fall all over the floor.

Looking at the other party's monk robes in gray and brown, Jiang Li thought that the other party's status was special, so the clothes he wore were different.

But after careful observation now, I found that the fabric of the clothes was also normal yellow, but because of the clasped hands, the clothes had not been taken off for five years.

It's been worn for too long and hasn't been washed, so it ended up being this color.

It seems that the practice of Cihang Temple is really very difficult.

Jiang Li, who loves cleanliness, looked at the clothes and shuddered.

Fortunately, there is Bigu Dan in the world of cultivating immortals, and there is no need to excrete it after eating it.Otherwise, this Zen skill will be even more difficult to practice.

"Hmph, you asked for this!"

The monk surnamed Ma was also annoyed when he saw that the other party was indifferent. When he flipped his hand, three pills of different colors appeared between his fingers.

Three-color poisonous wind!

The three poisonous pills shot out in the shape of a character, and after passing by a stream of light, they exploded around Monk Liao Yuan's body at the same time.

The three colors of black, red and green poisonous gas spread instantly, and interacted with each other to form a three-color poisonous gas tornado, surrounding Mage Yuan Yuan in the middle.

呲呲呲!

In the area covered by the poisonous gas, the rock formations on the ring were rapidly corroded and disappeared layer by layer, which shows the horror of the toxicity of the three-color poisonous wind.

With that level of toxin, an ordinary mortal would be completely corroded and turned into puddles of pus in just three seconds.

The body of the qi-training cultivator is still miraculous. Facing this kind of poison, he will never end well.

With the exception of Yaoren, the disciples of Bailian Mountain easily killed and defeated many powerful opponents by relying on this poison pill.

But seeing the young master uncle being shrouded in poisonous mist, the expression of another Cihang Temple disciple did not show the slightest bit of worry in this scene.

hum!

Suddenly, a glaring golden light pierced through the three-color poisonous mist, and the evil and poisonous gas quickly melted and dispersed under the golden light.

More and more golden lights suddenly appeared, and in just a few breaths, the poisonous mist vortex was forcibly torn apart.

Mage Liao Yuan walked out of it unharmed, and even the speed of his feet did not change at all.

"how can that be!"

The Bailian Mountain disciple's hands flew like flying, and the poison pills were thrown out like flowing water one by one.

Monk Liao Yuan didn't dodge or dodge, letting all kinds of violent poisonous pills hit him.

One must know that these poisonous pills were all made by the alchemists of Bailian Mountain. Although the power of the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage was lowered, the toxicity cannot be faked.

Even if Jiang Li encounters it, he will develop some pimples.But Master Yuanyuan is actually not afraid at all.

Being able to be accepted as a disciple by the divine monk of the previous generation, this monk of Liaoyuan really has his own merits.

"Amitabha! This technique of poison pill is not the right way, it's better for Ma Shizhu to wake up earlier!"

Stepping on the golden light step with the swastika under his feet, Liao Yuan's body turned into a golden phantom, pressing towards the opponent step by step unswervingly.

The disciple of Bailian Mountain retreated step by step, and approached step by step after reaching the fate. The golden light step with the swastika invisibly exerted strong pressure on people, making the opponent feel that there was nowhere to escape.

Soon, the opponent was pressed to a corner of the ring, and there was no room for retreat.