This is what cultivating immortals is like

Pang Miaosong's face turned livid with anger, and his eyes were like knives swishing at Lu Bei. The latter, relying on his thick skin, accepted the order, raised his hand and made a treat.

At this moment, loud laughter rang out, and the figure like an iron tower jumped onto the ring.

This is the type of rough old man with a arrogant beard, a body as strong as a bear, and the ability to stand someone on his fist.

"Your Excellency?"

"Shake Yuemen, Du Jinglan."

"What, you are the head of Du?"

Lu Bei was shocked. He pointed at Pang Miaosong, who had a dark face beside the ring, and asked doubtfully: "If you are the leader of Du, who is this?"

"She is Shuiyue Sect's Head Pang. If we say she is broad-minded, Head Pang is a little less open-minded than me. You have got the wrong person." Du Jinglan said confidently.

The speech from the top steel straight man made Pang Miaosong, who was sitting below, trembling with anger. While warning himself not to be like a reckless man, he became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and crushed the chair with a click.

"Is this true?" Lu Bei asked in surprise.

"really!"

"I don't believe it unless you compare it on the spot." Lu Bei shook his head repeatedly. He is a person who accepts death. It will be difficult to convince him without providing evidence.

"Just compare, how difficult is it?"

Du Jinglan laughed and threw off his shirt, revealing a body of astonishing tendons. His dancing chest muscles suddenly tightened, and purple energy poured out instantly, causing Lu Bei's face to change suddenly.

He glanced at Pang Miaosong, his eyes stayed on Zhongwei for a few seconds, then compared it with Du Jinglan, and said apologetically: "Yes, you are older, you are the leader of Du. I just recognized the wrong person."

"..."xN

There was a dead silence on the top of Sijing Peak. Everyone looked at Lu Bei with stunned words. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid.

Except for the female disciples of Shuiyue Sect, all of them were filled with murderous intent, and their eyes as sharp as knives rained down on Lu Bei.

Lu Bei said he was helpless, and he didn't want to, but that's how it is to pull monsters, and it must be fatal when outputting taunts.

From another perspective, he is worthy of his reputation. He won the hearts of the people as soon as he appeared on the scene. Not only did he firmly attract the attention of all the young ladies in the room, but he also captured the heart of a big sister who wanted to take him with her even if she died.

"I heard that Master Lu is extremely talented and has already established a successful foundation at a young age, so I came here to ask for advice." Du Jinglan was full of fighting spirit and strode towards Lu Bei.

"I don't dare to take it for granted if I'm extremely talented. I'm just a little luckier than others."

Lu Bei simply moved his hands and feet and said sincerely: "As for being successful in building a foundation at a young age, it's okay. Isn't everyone like this?"

"..."xN

The sarcasm filled the crowd, and the eyes of the onlookers also changed. The cheers and cheers formed a wave, and they all cheered for Du Jinglan to defeat the demon of Sanqing Peak and restore peace to Jiuzhu Mountain.

Du Jinglan was unaware of the support from the outside world. He locked his eyes on Lu Bei and said happily when he saw Lie Xin: "Master Lu, I'll invite him first."

As a maniac who plays iron, Du Jinglan belongs to the lineage of physical cultivation and is very energetic and militant. However, the Jiuzhushan lineage only has two foundation building periods, and Yang Fuliu is famous for being able to move without moving.

Just like that, torturing food feels good for a while, but after the torture, there is only emptiness. Du Jinglan held it in for a long time. Facing Lu Bei, who was at the same level of cultivation, he could no longer bear it. After saying two polite words in a hurry, he raised his hand and said The punch struck.

As soon as he made a move, all the blood and energy in his body exploded. With the force, the green bricks under his feet shattered, his heavy fist opened the way, and the violent air flow roared down.

The banner beside the ring was straightened with energy, and the strong wind exploded. All the melon-eating people watching in front of them retreated and fled. The few unlucky ones who were still shouting took a mouthful of the strong wind and drank to their full stomachs.

The melon-eating people who witnessed this scene were greatly invigorated. The devil is as tall as the devil, and the devil is as high as the Tao. After all, the devil's rampage is only temporary. No, the fist of justice has come down.

"Good physique!"

Lu Bei faced the fist directly, his robes rustled, he stepped forward and bowed, shouted loudly and punched forward.

The Demon-Slaying Sutra gave him the confidence to compete in basic attributes among peers. He was confident that he could beat one, or two of them, both of them. Even if Du Jinglan specializes in physical training, he can still be upright.

Bang! !

The two fists collided, and a huge wave of air surged across the field. The violent wind instantly overwhelmed the shouts on the sidelines. Everyone turned pale with shock. They felt that their heads were hit hard by a heavy hammer, and there was a buzzing in their ears. Several low-level practitioners Because he was so close, he was so shocked that his blood boiled. He lowered his head and showed everyone the lunch recipe.

"What's going on? Is he also a physical practitioner?"

"It's amazing. He's a bad person, but he's amazing."

"Look, Master Du has been beaten back."

On the ring, the moment the two fists collided, Du Jinglan was unable to withstand the powerful attack. He was stunned and took four or five steps back before stopping.

Lu Bei remained motionless, slid back three steps, and looked at Du Jinglan with a strange expression.

Yes, very powerful!

The exaggerated power far surpassed that of other foundation-building monks, and he couldn't help but think of the players who were trying to level up in the early stage. They were crazy about basic attributes, killing corpses everywhere outside the novice village.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. With the 'Devil-Slaying Sutra', Lu Bei had double bonus points. Lu Bei didn't panic when he encountered a player with a lower level. He shook his sore fists and walked to Du Jinglan in a few steps.

sink your waist,

stretch,

make a fist,

Waving arms.

With the blessing of 90 points of strength and 68 points of speed, he used the Level 5 Eight-Armed Fist with such charm that the afterimages of his arms turned into reality as he waved them, as if there were really eight arms.

The punch hit his face, Du Jinglan's eyes turned red, the blood in his body surged, blood flowed like a river, his heartbeat sounded like a rumbling drum, he made fist seals with both hands and struck straight up.

Bang bang bang————

On the ring, the wind was blowing violently, and the shadows of fists were continuous.

The air fluctuated like a tidal wave, and the sound of air blasts came one after another. The whistling sounds were like ghosts crying, forcing the crowd to retreat again and again.

Du Jinglan's speed slowed down a bit, and his punches became heavier and heavier. Lu Bei was not affected at all, and he hit Du Jinglan's fist back head-on. The remaining punches were devastating, hitting Du Jinglan's chest, shoulders, abdomen, and There were dented fist marks left on his arms.

Bang! !

Violent air flow was visible to the naked eye. Lu Bei closed his fists and exhaled. Opposite him was Du Jinglan, whose muscles were sore and numb from the battle and his muscles were constantly twitching.

Lu Beijing was a man, and he avoided the public face when punching, so Du Jinglan was miserable and not too embarrassed. As for the sore muscles and skin injuries, he went back to recuperate for ten and a half months, and he was able to be vigorous and vigorous again. .

"Master Lu is a physical practitioner, does he practice boxing?"

Du Jinglan was surprised and said, if this is true, he will definitely visit her every day in the future and masturbate with Lu Bei.

"no."

Lu Bei shook his head slightly: "My fists and feet are just as good, but my swordsmanship is okay."

"So that's it..."

Du Jinglan smiled bitterly, that's how cultivating immortals is, some people can be aloof by just practicing casually, while some people can only barely look up at them despite trying their best.

Fortunately, even though I failed miserably today, I felt quite comfortable punching to the flesh.

"Comfortable."

Du Jinglan shouted loudly, his muscles trembled, and he rushed towards Lu Bei with a ferocious smile.

"good!"

Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly. Leaving aside the other peaks of Jiuzhu Mountain for the time being, he remembered Du Jinglan, the figure who shook the Yue Gate from the Eight Wild Goose Peak. He was a character.

The skill ‘Undertow’ is activated.

Charge + critical hit!

With a punch, the bluestone ground beneath Lu Bei's feet suddenly shattered, and dense cracks spread.

Even though Du Jinglan had been prepared, the force of this punch was far beyond his imagination. As soon as it made contact, his whole body swayed and flew out of the ring as if falling apart.

boom!

Three hundred kilograms of weight dug deeply into the ground beside the ring. In the background was the silent Emei Sect martial arts performance field. The faces of the three foreign aid leaders closest to the ring were gloomy and uncertain. Du Jinglan, who had the highest level of cultivation, was defeated so simply. , they were afraid that they would lose the last bit of face if they went up.

Ding Lei was devastated. Seeing the three masters motionless, he knew that the overall situation was decided and no one in Jiuzhu Mountain could help him.

He raised his hand to find a disciple and sighed: "Go and get Master Lu's goose."

"Of the three heads, Lu was lucky enough to defeat Head Du. Who is next?" Seeing no one speaking, Lu Bei took the initiative to invite a fight.

"Headmaster Lu is joking. The Cauldron King Sect is an alchemy sect and is not good at fighting with force. I am just here to join in the fun and have no intention of competing in the ring." Liu Ao, the head of the Cauldron King Sect, smiled modestly.

"The same goes for Feixue Sect." Headmaster Lin Hong said that he was the same, joining in the fun and not getting involved in the conflict between Sanqing Peak and Sijing Peak.

Pang Miaosong kept a calm face and said nothing. Lu Bei came up and started ridiculing her. She was the most shameless person in the whole room. If she just gave in now, it didn't matter that she was embarrassed. Shuiyue Sect would be completely reduced to the laughing stock of the Jiuzhushan family. .

Pang Miaosong gritted his teeth, stood up and walked towards the ring: "Shuiyue Sect, Pang Miaosong, please ask Master Lu for advice."

Lu Bei clasped his fists and said apologetically: "Master Pang, please be polite. I just recognized the wrong person. I don't mean anything else. Master Pang is as modest as... well, magnanimous... In short, you have a lot, don't let it go." In my heart.”

Pang Miaosong: "..."

Lu Bei: "..."

Oh my god, I really didn't ridicule this time, it's Idiom's fault.