Chapter 237: Confidence shaken by consecutive defeats, Yu Xian volunteers (12)

Chapter 237: Confidence shaken by consecutive defeats, Yu Xian volunteers (12)

Chapter 237: Confidence shaken by losing streak, Yu Xian takes the initiative to ask for help

An Wenyuan walked out, attracting the attention of Funing'an, six golden elixir masters, and fifteen foundation-building disciples.

They looked at An Wenyuan coming out of the queue, their eyes flickering, trying to see through him.

But even Funing'an could only tell that An Wenyuan was a monk who had established the Great Perfection of the Foundation, and that he had a lot of evil energy on his body, but he could not tell his fighting power.

A person's combat power is not a numerical value, how can it be clearly displayed?

Therefore, let alone Nascent Soul, even a stronger person cannot tell who is stronger between two people of the same level.

You won’t know until you fight.

Of course, a person's number of kills of fellow cultivators, record, and various information will naturally show the person's strength and "separate" one from the other.

But in fact, the real difference can only be known after fighting!

Because in the fight between life and death, there are too many variables.

Even among mortal martial arts masters, there are many cases of death at the hands of little gangsters, let alone two monks of equal realm.

Funing'an looked at An Wenyuan for a while and saw that his aura was calm and his murderous intention was restrained. He seemed very ordinary, but the evil aura was extremely conspicuous. He knew that this man had killed many people.

His realm is still low, so it is difficult to control the evil energy on his body. If he is a strong Jindan, he will not even be able to see the evil energy. It is impossible to know how many people he has killed in his hands and what the depth is.

And so much evil spirit is enough to prove that this little cultivator is not simple!

Funingan's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at the fifteen foundation-building disciples behind him, scanning them one by one.

He already knew all the information about these fifteen disciples. After thinking about it for a while, he said calmly: "Lu Ming Mountain."

"The disciple is here."

A tall, burly, and powerful disciple of Foundation Establishment Dzogchen stepped out!

"It's up to you to fight this first battle."

Fu Ning'an said calmly: "Remember, we monks want to kill evil and crooked ways and help the world's righteous way."

Lu Mingshan shouted in response: "Disciples will obey the Supreme Elder's decree! Kill the evil cultivators! Promote the righteous path!"

"Hahaha……"

But at this moment, a low laugh suddenly came.

Everyone frowned and looked, but saw An Wenyuan raising his hand to rub his nose and stopped laughing.

"An Wenyuan, why are you laughing?"

However, the old Taoist pretended to be displeased and said, "You've lost your etiquette."

"I just thought it was funny, so I couldn't hold it back for a moment. I know I was wrong."

As An Wenyuan spoke, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth again, showing a strong sense of ridicule.

Of course everyone understood what he was laughing about!

Funing'an's eyes flashed with a deep coldness, and Lu Mingshan's face was full of undisguised murderous intent.

However, the old Taoist frowned and said slowly: "Is there something wrong with what they said? Why are you laughing!? In the future, you will also uphold the right path and kill evil cultivators!"

An Wenyuan straightened his expression on the spot, nodded and said, "Disciple, remember this!"

The old Taoist nodded, looked at Funing'an, and said with a faint smile: "Fellow Taoist, is this the beginning?"

"Then it starts naturally."

Funingan said calmly.

The next moment, a ray of light shone on both of them at the same time, each taking pictures of Lumo Mountain. An Wenyuan and the two entered the twisted portal of light!

Two Nascent Soul masters were distracted watching and supervising the battle. Naturally, they would not worry about a Golden Core master pretending to be the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen and coming to massacre the opponent's disciples.

Similarly, two strong men will not take action until one of them is completely dead!

Originally, if the old Taoist had followed the instructions and the fifteen people had drawn lots to face the enemy, even if one party lost, some of them would still be able to survive.

But Funing'an's way of playing as the boss directly announced that among these fifteen people, one of the foundation-building disciples must all die, and that's the end!

Perhaps this is what Funingan insists on in his heart, that there is no coexistence between good and evil.

When two people enter the Xuantian Secret Realm, one of them is bound to die, and the speed of time in the Xuantian Secret Realm is fifty times that of the outside, so the result will come soon.

Yu Xian's expression was calm, his mind was calm, and he didn't have any nervous emotions. He just looked at the exit of Xuantian Secret Realm, waiting for the final result.

As for the other disciples, there were a total of twenty-seven on both sides, but their expressions were different. After all, it was a battle of life and death, so the thoughts in their hearts were naturally extremely complicated.

No one could know the battle inside. Time passed and an hour passed unknowingly.

One hour outside is fifty hours inside!

In other words, if two people entered and started fighting, they would have been fighting for more than four days!

The winner has not yet been determined, life or death!

It seems that both of them are indeed the disciples chosen by the powerful Nascent Soul who consider themselves to be the strongest, so they are evenly matched!

But when two tigers fight, one of them will die. After two more sticks of incense passed, Fu Ning'an's expression suddenly changed, revealing a trace of deep anger.

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled without saying much.

Just looking at Funing'an's expression, Yu Xian understood.

The foundation-building Dzogchen monk named Lumingshan was defeated!

The other thirteen disciples who had completed the foundation building process were naturally recognized instantly, with different expressions for a moment!

Luming Mountain is really a veteran Foundation-Building Dzogchen monk. He has been polishing the Foundation-Building Dzogchen for more than thirty years. He is extremely promising to condense elixirs and has unparalleled strength. His actual combat record of killing fellow warriors is Starting at fifteen! There are even more unrecorded ones!

But such a strong man died in battle!

He died in the hands of An Wenyuan!

That guy... the evil spirit all over his body is indeed not empty!

"Although the disciples of Pindao Blood River Sect are slightly better, there is no need for fellow Taoists to be angry. Just replace them and try again."

The old man stroked his beard calmly and said with a smile.

Fu Ning'an's eyes flashed, and he could clearly see the five days of fighting, fierce fighting, wandering, chasing, counterattack, defeat, and death in Xuantian's secret territory.

That An Wenyuan's methods were so vicious!

However, Luming Mountain was defeated. Among the other fourteen disciples, there was really no one who was stronger than Luming Mountain. At most, they were not much different from him.

So after thinking for a while, Funingan said slowly: "Liang Cheng."

"The disciple is here!"

A young monk stepped out with a powerful aura, which was no worse than that of Luming Mountain!

"You can go to the next game."

Funingan said slowly.

"Disciple, obey!"

Liang Cheng nodded, his eyes regaining calm.

As soon as he could come, he had already figured it out, it was either life or death!

Now that things have come to an end, just go all out!

In addition, I think that An Wenyuan has been drained of a lot of power and spiritual energy by Luming Mountain. If I can't kill him anymore, I will die!

After all, he is not weaker than Luming Mountain!

However, the old Taoist said calmly: "My fellow Taoist, why should you be anxious? Just wait for a stick of incense to restore someone's health, otherwise wouldn't it be impossible to win with force? As a poor Taoist, most righteous Taoists wouldn't do such a thing, right?"

One stick of incense on the outside is fifty sticks of incense on the inside, and that's ten hours.

Under such a time, even if you are injured or your spiritual energy is exhausted, you can always recover to the fullest!

Fu Ning'an frowned slightly, looked at the old Taoist's smiling expression, and said slowly: "One stick of incense can certainly wait for you! I am waiting for the righteous path, unlike the evil cultivators who are shameless and use dirty things. means."

"Hahaha."

The old Taoist laughed suddenly, nodded and said: "The means are the means, as long as you can win, why bother to compete? Fellow Taoist, you are in good shape."

Funingan sneered and didn't say much.

These casual cultivators of Yuanying will do whatever it takes to practice. Their faces are thicker than those of the city walls, and they have no sense of shame in their hearts. Those evil cultivator disciples are naturally from the same line. Talking to these evil thieves is in vain. Useless.

The old Taoist also chuckled, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, stroking his beard and waiting for time.

As for the Xuantian Secret Realm, An Wenyuan has begun to heal and recover with all his strength. Moreover, after he obtained the storage bag from Luming Mountain and obtained the contents, he may have become stronger!

The burning of incense ended quickly, and Fu Ning'an suddenly said: "The time is up, Liang Cheng, are you ready?"

"Disciple is already ready!"

Liang Cheng looked resolute and his eyes were full of war.

"Okay, let's go in!"

As soon as Funingan raised his hand, Liang Cheng was immediately photographed and flew into the Xuantian secret realm.

The old Taoist smiled lightly, lowered his eyebrows, and began to look at Xuantian's secret territory again.

Funing'an looked indifferent, closed his eyes slightly, and was also observing the situation in Xuantian's secret territory.

The two Nascent Soul experts only watched and did not interfere.

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed again.

The fourteen Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks from the Blood River Sect all had relaxed expressions on their faces, and their eyes were full of coldness and mockery.

As for the twelve foundation-building Dzogchen monks here in Haotian Zongzong, their eyes were even more solemn.

Because if even Liang Chengdu was killed, then they really didn't know what to do. If two people died in battle, they would probably not be their opponents!

Is it possible that An Wenyuan is going to challenge him to fifteen? ?

The impact of the first victory and first defeat on morale is extremely profound!

At this moment, Funingan felt a trace of regret deep in her heart.

If I had known earlier, I would have used that experienced method. If we were to draw lots for a duel, no matter how strong An Wenyuan was, he could only kill one!

But it's good now. With An Wenyuan's low-level methods and all the dirty methods he used, he might really let him kill all his disciples one by one!

After all, they still have less experience, so even Luming Mountain and Liang Cheng's actual cultivation, spiritual energy reserves, and spell power are higher than that of An Wenyuan.

But when it comes to fighting, he lacks too much combat experience, so it is easy to take advantage of him and suffer big losses. In the end, he is seriously injured, and there is no possibility of a comeback!

These despicable casual cultivators... all deserve to die!

Time passed, and this time, only two sticks of incense passed before Funingan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with thunderous anger.

"What a den of treacherous dogs!"

Fu Ning'an suddenly shouted coldly: "For such treacherous people, condensing pills will become a luxury in the future!"

The old Taoist expression was calm and said: "My fellow Taoist master is so cultivated, but he speaks dirty words. It is really out of character and makes people laugh. As for whether An Wenyuan can condense elixir, this is something that fellow Taoist master does not need to care about. After this battle, my blood will flow." Teach Nature to cultivate him with all your strength and help him condense his elixir!"

Funingan's anger burned, but he couldn't say anything after all. Now all two disciples died in An Wenyuan's hands. It was really hateful, but he couldn't take action himself, so he could only send his disciples to go!

But, among the other thirteen disciples, who is An Wenyuan's opponent?

As for the thirteen disciples, including Yu Xian, they naturally understood everything instantly.

An Wenyuan wins again!

He has already killed two people in a row!

This guy's methods... are really shocking and shocking!

At this moment, the twelve people were all a little panicked, and they actually had an impulse to hope that the five great elders would not shout at them!

This is fear!

Fu Ningan was old and became a spirit, and he was also a powerful Yuanying. He could see what these disciples were thinking just from the changes in their eyes.

That was dodging, hesitation, and guilt!

What should we do?

If they all thought like this, and were afraid before the battle, then letting them go in would be sending them to die in vain!

Fu Ningan was secretly angry in his heart. The sect had really cultivated these disciples in vain. But just because two people died, you were afraid of these evil cultivators?

Don’t you understand the principle that the more you fear death, the easier it is to die! ?

Looking around, Fu Ningan was ready to randomly select generals!

You must die in battle! How can you grow without experiencing a life-and-death battle! ?

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came.

"Elder, I want to meet him."

When this voice sounded, everyone looked at it at the same time.

Someone actually volunteered to fight?

A man in a white robe, tall, neither fat nor thin, neither burly nor shriveled, with a perfect body, stepped out.

As the man walked out, the eyes of everyone on the opposite side moved slightly, revealing a hint of disbelief.

Foundation building middle stage...

Am I seeing this right?

He is in the middle stage of foundation building?

Just now he was standing among the group of foundation building great perfection cultivators, and no one noticed him. Now that he walked out, everyone saw clearly that his cultivation fluctuation was actually in the middle stage of foundation building?

The old Taoist's white eyebrows moved, and he looked at Yu Xian carefully, and found that his cultivation was not hidden, but really in the middle stage of foundation building.

But soon, the old Taoist saw Yu Xian's true strength from his breathing and physical state.

It turned out to be a physical cultivator in the late stage of foundation building!

No wonder!

A cold color flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and then he didn't care.

But the others could not figure it out for a while, their eyes were full of surprise and doubt, thinking that Yu Xian was in the middle stage of foundation building, and dared to challenge An Wenyuan who had reached the great perfection of foundation building. He really wanted to die...

"Hmm?"

Fu Ning'an's slightly frowned brows relaxed, turned to look at Yu Xian for a moment, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, you go, remember, be careful!"

Yu Xian has a method of fusing thunder balls, which has great killing power. Fu Ning'an knows this. If An Wenyuan is hit, he will be crippled if not dead!

But the method of fusing thunder balls takes too long!

With thirty breaths of fusion time, he might have been beaten to nothing, and still expect the thunder ball to kill the enemy?

As for his physical cultivation realm in the late stage of foundation building, it is even more not worth mentioning.

Because physical cultivation is not worth mentioning!

In front of magic cultivation, physical cultivation can only be a target!

As for close combat? A magic cultivation that can be approached by your physical cultivation is really a damn idiot, there is nothing to say.

But since Yu Xian wanted to go, Fu Ning'an would not refuse. Let him try. If he died in the battle, he would choose another person.

Yu Xian nodded calmly and said, "Don't worry, elder. I will be cautious!"

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, but did not say much in the end.

Fu Ning'an's words were a reminder, but there was nothing wrong with his words. It was normal for disciples to be careful.

Yu Xian continued, "You have to wait for another stick of incense, right?"

"No need."

The old Taoist smiled faintly when he heard it, and stroked his beard and said, "An Wenyuan was not injured in this battle. He has adjusted himself in the past period of time. You can go in now."

Fu Ning'an's eyes showed a hint of resentment again. An Wenyuan got Liang Cheng's storage bag, but he got a lot of good things for foundation-building cultivators, because Liang Cheng didn't have time to use them!

So he recovered quickly!

When Yu Xian heard this, he smiled and said, "That's great."

After that, he turned to Fu Ning'an and said, "Elder, please send me in."

Fu Ning'an nodded slightly and said again, "Remember, be careful, go!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and Yu Xian flew up and went straight into the Xuantian Secret Realm!