Chapter 505 Wealth can communicate with gods

Chapter 505 Wealth can communicate with gods

As if some kind of connection had suddenly been opened, Lu Fan was extremely excited and murmured to himself: "So that's it, that's it!"

But after a moment, he became a little frustrated: "The Golden Pill beats the Nascent Soul, I can't do it!"

His eyes were a little confused, and he stretched out his hands, muttering: "No, I must see Lord Tianzun. I have to find a way..."

Li Fan became even more stunned when he saw him, and couldn't help but remind him aloud: "Fellow Daoist Lu..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up. Ignoring Li Fan who was sitting beside him, he flew straight out of the restaurant and shouted loudly: "Lu Fan from Cong Yunhai Martial Arts Hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance is here, who dares to fight with me!"

As soon as these words came out, Li Fan was shocked on the spot.

The originally noisy streets of Weichang City were suddenly silent.

Only Lu Fan's unruly figure remained, standing proudly in the sky.

After a brief silence, the crowd exploded.

"A mere Golden Core cultivator dares to speak nonsense!"

"Are all the monks of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance so brave?"

"When did the bitches from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance dare to be so arrogant in our Five Elders Association!" A bearded and burly Nascent Soul monk said angrily. He flew in front of Lu Fan and wanted to teach him a lesson. He paused.

After all, Lu Fan did not completely lose his mind. He kept shouting: "I am the golden elixir, and you are the Nascent Soul. Are the Five Elders like you, who like to bully the small?"

"If you want to fight, you can ask the Golden Core cultivator to come over!"

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

"You..." The Yuanying monk's words were suddenly stuck, and the expression on his face changed. 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 angrily at everyone: "Are all our Golden Core cultivators in Canhong Prefecture dead?"

Everyone also reacted one after another.

A young monk in green clothes flew forward and said, "I am in Luoyan Gang Qiu Juemo, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Lu!"

He cupped his hands, and without waiting for Lu Fan's response, he rushed straight towards the other side's door with a flying sword.

The green sword light came suddenly and silently.

Fortunately, Lu Fan reacted quickly and managed to avoid the flying sword attack in a flash.

"You made a sneak attack!" A trace of anger appeared on Lu Fan's face.

"In a life-and-death fight, we will naturally go all out. There is no such thing as a sneak attack! Fellow Taoist, be careful!" As Qiu Juemo shouted, thirty-three sword lights flew from the flying sword behind Lu Fan. They separated like living creatures and instantly formed a sword formation in the shape of a ferocious tiger, attacking Lu Fan.

Lu Fan snorted coldly, his whole body glowed with a faint copper-colored light, and his body expanded several times in an instant.

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

"Everything in the world is bustling for profit!" He muttered something, and every time he moved the abacus, a copper coin with a round outside and a square inside appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, thirty-three copper coins took shape, drawing green lights in the air, and faced the Flying Tiger Sword Formation one after another.

Qiu Juemo's expression changed slightly, and he vaguely sensed something was wrong. He wanted to control the sword formation and avoid those strange-looking copper coins.

But this green light was so fast that it collided with thirty-three flying swords almost instantly.

There was no earth-shattering collision sound, and the copper coin suddenly disappeared after contacting the flying sword.

next moment……

"Not good!" Before Qiu Juemo said the word "good", he saw the thirty-three flying swords all changing directions in the air.

The Flying Tiger Sword Formation that was originally controlled by him actually attacked him instead.

And a few minutes faster.

Suddenly, thirty-three sword lights passed through him.

Blood spurted out immediately, Qiu Juemo's body swayed, and finally failed to hold on and fell to the ground.

The Feihu Sword Formation also lost control and fell to the ground one after another.

The people watching suddenly let out a burst of exclamations.

"I accept it!" Lu Fan said proudly, carrying the abacus behind his back.

"Brother Qiu!" Qiu Juemo's friend quickly stepped forward to check on his condition and found that Lu Fan had saved his life at the critical moment.

"It's embarrassing! Don't drag him down yet!"

"Yeah, it failed too quickly!"

…

Qiu Juemo was seriously injured, which did not arouse the sympathy of others present. Instead, they continued to jeer, their eyes full of sarcasm.

Qiu Juemo's friend's face suddenly turned red, but he did not dare to provoke public anger. He just helped Qiu Juemo with a gray face and hurriedly left the place.

"I come!"

With a hint of anger in his tone, a gray-clothed monk jumped up.

This time he learned his lesson and did not use any magic weapon. But it also showed the appearance of the golden elixir, constantly summoning blazing fire to attack.

"Wealth can lead to the gods!"

Unexpectedly, as Lu Fan turned the abacus, copper coins fell into the fire one by one.

The original red flame was also stained with a bit of strange green.

Later, the flames originating from his own magical power also lost control and came back to bite him.

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

The second challenger's defeat at the speed of light caused the noise on the field to become much quieter.

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

After a brief period of silence, another challenger appeared.

"Ou Qianye of Canhongzhou, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist!"

This time, Lu Fan did not take action directly, but asked loudly: "You, the Five Elders, can't beat me, so you plan to fight in a round-robin battle?"

Ou Qianye's momentum suddenly stagnated, and he suppressed the moves he had already made. He said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, please rest for a while. When you fully recover, we can fight again!"

Lu Fan ignored him and closed his eyes to regain his composure.

Not long after, the two of them took action together, fighting together.

In the end, Lu Fan still won. But Ou Qianye is not simple either, with endless moves and spells.

After each move was controlled by Lu Fanfan, he would then use another move.

Lu Fan also spent a lot of effort before he could win by a narrow margin.

"Suggest friendly means!" After using up all his moves, Ou Qianye, who knew he was outmatched, raised his hand and voluntarily admitted defeat.

"Both each other..." Lu Fan's tone was much kinder this time.

Next, the Jindan monks from Weichang City challenged Lu Fan one after another.

But without exception, they all failed.

Even though he had time to rest in the middle, Lu Fan's complexion gradually became a little pale after fighting again and again.

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

Just when the entire Weichang City's attention was focused on Lu Fan's invitation to fight.

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

"The Secret History of Ancient Cultivation".

He picked up a picture album and started flipping through it.