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¡°It¡¯s absolutely impossible to admit defeat!¡±
"It's just a punch, it's just a bluff!"
When Su Qingshan heard what Xiao Qing said, he immediately responded.
It is absolutely impossible to admit defeat by yourself now.
On the one hand, he lost twenty-five hunting spots in Beast Mountain, not to mention the two million gold coins he had bet on.
On the other hand, asking the Su family to admit defeat in front of so many people means not giving the Su family face.
How will the Su family survive in Xuanwu Town in the future?
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out out out out? out out and did it was? was was just a punch is that it didn¡¯t mean anything, who knows if that loser was trying to bluff, he punched with all his strength.
Seeing that Su Qingshan refused to surrender, Xiao Qing also smiled and said nothing, and continued to look at the two people in the ring.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of Instructor Xiyue and was a little puzzled.
Isn¡¯t this instructor Xiyue Su Muyao¡¯s teacher?
Why are you so excited when you see the descendants of the Meng family? It's like meeting your loved one.
Looking at the ring again, Su Muyao was slightly surprised when she saw Meng Jing counteracting her attack.
But he didn¡¯t add any excuses, and instead went straight to Meng Jing.
Su Muyao, who was already light, quickly disappeared from the ring.
The cold wind is blowing up!
Meng Jing also narrowed his eyes slightly. Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes. Su Muyao rolled up the cold wind with one hand and fanned it towards Meng Jing.
"Good guy, don't hit someone in the face!"
Seeing Su Muyao about to slap him in the face, Meng Jing also cursed secretly in his heart.
Soon, the body of Meng Jing who was staying in the same place also swayed, and the cold wind suddenly rushed away.
Boom!
Where the slap went down, a mark of the slap appeared on the ring.
"Good guy!"
Meng Jing was also slightly surprised.
He also raised his fist and hit Su Muyao. The strong sense of oppression made Su Muyao frown, and her pupils shrank even though she didn't hit this guy.
With a glance, he saw that trash coming behind him, ready to punch him in the back.
"Despicable!"
Feeling the strong and fierce fist wind behind her, Su Muyao's willow eyebrows were frivolous, and her dexterous body also turned.
The arms raised suddenly were wrapped in the aura of the whole body.
Boom!
A soft sound!
The condensed shield shattered directly.
Su Muyao's body also retreated continuously because of this impact.
He didn¡¯t stop until he reached the edge of the stage.
Glancing at the edge of the ring behind her, Su Muyao also felt lucky, but she almost fell under the ring.
It would be too embarrassing to lose like this!
However, the opponent¡¯s punch is indeed quite powerful!
After one punch, his arms were numb with pain.
I never expected that as a person in the realm of spiritual cultivators, the shield I condensed could not block the opponent's punch.
This guy must have practiced some powerful boxing skills, otherwise how could a person in the spirit transformation realm display such power?
On the other side, Meng Jing also smiled helplessly when he saw Su Muyao retreating to the edge of the ring.
"This punch still won't work!"
My current cultivation strength has been preserved in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and the power I exert will also be in the Spiritual Transformation Realm.
Unexpectedly, one of my punches could only break through the opponent's defense without causing much damage.
This can only mean that my fist is not strong enough!
If you have time, you have to learn a few boxing techniques to improve your strength!
"Since you don't use spiritual weapons, don't blame me for being ruthless. I just want a quick victory!"
After Su Muyao finished speaking, she took out an ice-colored long sword from the ring with a flick of her fingertips.
The moment the ice-colored sword was taken out, the surrounding cold air swept across the entire place again!
The magic core embedded in the long sword is even more gleaming.
"It'll be okay, sir!"
In the corner of the ring, an angry old man murmured when he saw the spiritual weapon the girl took out.
"How come, disciple, you were the one who made that spiritual weapon?"Made? "
Beside the old man, a man in black robe also asked.
The old man nodded and smiled helplessly.
"Yes, ancestors, although it only took half a day to build that spiritual weapon, and although the grade is a bit too low, to exert the full power of that magic core, it is no less than a low-grade Xuan-level spirit. It¡¯s a weapon!¡±
Hearing this, the man in black beside him also asked curiously.
"Why does that magic core come from some kind of monster?"
This magic core is the crystallization of the energy of monsters. Generally, alchemists use it to refine medicine in order to extract the violent energy in it.
By adding magic core, the weapon refiner can increase the power of a spiritual weapon.
Different magic cores can exert different powers.
"It's the third-grade ice scorpion monster core!"
The third-grade magic beast core is equivalent to the strength of a human spiritual practitioner.
"oh!"
"Ancestor, that is the third-grade ice scorpion monster core!"
Seeing that his ancestor was so calm, the old man became a little bit uncalm.
If a third-grade ice scorpion monster core is taken out, many powerful people will be afraid of it.
My ancestor is so calm!
Do you really regard that young man as your master?
I saw a smile rising from the corner of the man's mouth, whom the old man called his ancestor.
"Disciple, just watch out, it's just an ice scorpion monster core, not an ice-eyed blue-armored scorpion!"
The Ice-Eyed Blue-Armored Scorpion and the Ice Scorpion are two completely different monsters. In terms of strength, the Ice-Eyed Blue-Armored Scorpion is not as powerful as the Ice-Eyed Blue-Armored Scorpion.
After hearing what his ancestor said, the old man's expression was also a little shocked.
¡°Isn¡¯t that right, ancestor, is that young man¡¯s strength so terrifying?¡±
The man didn¡¯t speak, he just smiled and continued to look at the ring.
On the ring, Meng Jing saw that Su Muyao had no expression on her face after taking out her long sword.
A low-grade yellow-level spiritual weapon was of no value to him.
The only thing that can be seen is the magic core embedded in the sword.
If you can get it, you can use it to recycle it. Maybe you can exchange it for a few more mid-level spiritual stones.
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It¡¯s a pity that they were all recycled by themselves.
Su Muyao held the ice-colored sword tightly in her little hand, and the cold breath emanated from the sword.
As Su Muyao¡¯s spiritual energy was injected into the magic core, the aura of the ice-colored sword continued to rise.
"Is this young man still planning to use his bare hands?"
"Yes, that spiritual weapon is also in the realm of spiritual cultivators!"
Everyone in the square couldn't help but talk about it. They really wanted to know what kind of response the waste would have.
At this time, when everyone was discussing, only Xiyue on the stage was excited.
Because, she knew that in terms of that young man's strength, her disciple's strength was simply not good enough.
The other party is more than enough to deal with his own little spiritual master level spiritual weapon, let alone a spiritual cultivator level spiritual weapon.
Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Su Muyao's body moved again, turning into a shadow and disappearing.
"You are seeking death!"
Su Muyao snorted coldly when she saw that the young man still didn't make any move.
As soon as his toes touched the ground, he rose into the air.
The next second, his body was like a fallen leaf, and the ice-colored sword he was holding tightly stabbed straight through.
As Su Muyao's figure appeared, Meng Jing raised his eyes and looked at the incoming sword blade and Su Muyao's graceful figure without blinking.
Raising one hand, two fingers pointed at the piercing sword blade and pinched it lightly.
With a ding sound.
Before the ice sword could even hurt Meng Jing's body, it was bent by the strong pressure between Meng Jing's two fingers.
The next moment, Meng Jing's hand loosened.
The bent sword body bounced back directly, hitting Su Muyao's pretty face impartially (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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