"It would be nice to have a discussion."

Liang Qiu's words made everyone in the audience raise their eyebrows.

This is the holy son of the Immortal Sect who came to the world! His cultivation is the genuine eighth level of the Mysterious Immortal. He has a solid foundation and a domineering bloodline inheritance. He has the capital to fight beyond the level. Even if he wants to compete, he still needs to find a Mysterious Immortal talent of the same level.

Yes, now I have a date with a little fairy.

"The eighth level of Xuanxian versus the sixth level of Immortal."

"Aren't you obviously bullying people?"

Jiang Yuling was very angry and rolled her eyes at Liangqiu.

"Ling'er." Jiang Yu softly scolded.

In the next episode, she used Yuanshen's voice transmission.

"He is the holy son of the Immortal Sect, so he must not be rude."

"The Holy Son must be reasonable!" Jiang Yuling cursed.

This look on her face made Liang Qiu even more furious.

For a little immortal, Jiang Yuling should be so rebellious and disgusting.

"My fellow Taoist has advanced cultivation, and I consider myself invincible." Zhao Yun bowed his hand in a ceremonial manner, turned around and left. It was not because he was scared, but because he didn't want to cause more trouble. He was new here, so he had to keep a low profile.

"You've already come, so why not take a few moves?"

Liangqiu smiled faintly, moved another step, and stopped Zhao Yun for the second time. He opened a folding paper fan gracefully and waved it gracefully, "I will not take advantage of you. I will lower my cultivation level to fight."

As he spoke, his whole body flashed with silver light.

When it was over, his cultivation level from the eighth level of Xuanxian was reduced to the sixth level of Immortal.

This wave of operations has attracted the admiration of many nymphomaniacs. He is indeed the saint son of the Immortal Sect who came to the world! He is indeed an upright gentleman. He is the eighth level of Xuanxian. He will not bully the little immortals. He is willing to lower himself to fight.

"If you're afraid, I won't force you."

Liangqiu said casually and stepped onto the stone platform. To be more precise, it was a stage. Normally, it would be a place for fairies to dance and have fun. This time, it was most suitable to be used as a battle stage.

"The Holy Son has condescended to be demoted. If you still refuse to fight, then you are showing no face."

Many people laughed, but they were just smiling. Moreover, when they were talking, they gathered together consciously. They stood in a very particular position, blocking Zhao Yun's way. The meaning was obvious: Today, you can't fight if you don't.

I have to fight, but I want to leave? No way.

The world where the strong is respected is such a reality. Even a fool can see that the Holy Son of the Immortal Sect is looking for some fun tonight, so how can he be disappointed? They all have to cooperate well.

It doesn't matter if it's forceful.

Just drive the ducks to the shelves.

I have to drive this little fairy to the battlefield.

Zhao Yun said nothing and turned around to go up to the fighting platform.

Just because he doesn't want to cause trouble doesn't mean he's afraid of it.

Although he didn't know why Liangqiu targeted him like this, since the other party wanted to fight, he didn't mind fighting.

"Before the sermon, there are some appetizers." Everyone present became energetic and gathered under the fighting platform. In their opinion, watching people fight was more interesting than listening to their seniors preach.

"Within five moves, that little immortal will be defeated."

"You think too highly of him. Three moves, no more."

"That's right. The Holy Son of the Immortal Sect has never been defeated at the same level."

Before the fight started, the crowd was noisy. Between the lines, the saint son of the Immortal Sect was praised highly. By the way, he also did not forget to ridicule Zhao Yun.

Regarding this, Zhao Yun's expression didn't change at all.

On the opposite side, Liang Qiu, the folding fan in his hand, was getting better and better. He enjoyed the feeling of being worshiped.

"You can add bonuses." Liangqiu looked at Zhao Yun with a smile.

"Whatever." Zhao Yun said lightly.

"If I win, just kneel down and kowtow to me." Liang Qiu smiled playfully.

"Then he won?" Before Zhao Yun could say anything, he heard the troublemaker shouting.

"If he wins, this thing belongs to him."

Liangqiu waved his hands, and a purple spirit bead flew out of his sleeve and hung in the air, bathed in starlight and shining with a dreamy halo.

"Oh my god! Hunyuanzhu?" Someone in the audience was surprised.

"What, this thing is very valuable?" The troublemaker looked around.

"It's very valuable." Someone put it in his hand and said, "Put it in Danhai or Zifu, it can refine your immortal power to the fullest, and it can warm and nourish your body for many years."

"The Holy Son who came to the world would gamble with this thing. How shameless."

"It's a sure-win game, it doesn't matter what he bets on."

"That's true."

There were many whispers below, and they were also very curious about the spirit bead.

Not only are they rare, but Mr. Zhao is also rare. Someone gives a treasure. How can it be so embarrassing?

"Defeat you in three moves."

Liangqiu's words were leisurely and full of force.

I saw him taking a wisp of silver energy and slashing it through the air into a sword energy.

"Something is right."

Zhao Yun said in his heart, the power of this sword energy is indeed terrifying enough. Regardless of whether he is downgraded or not, Liangqiu, the eighth-level Xuanxian, is definitely stronger than the Wushan old Taoist, who is the peak Xuanxian, and can be the holy son of the Immortal Sect.

, as expected, he is not an ordinary character.

Didn't think much about it.

He took one step forward and avoided the sword energy.

He ran into Liangqiu head-on. He was as fast as a ghost. His finger was like a sword, and he stabbed him between the eyebrows.

Zhao Yun turned sideways, easily dodged it, and grabbed Liangqiu's wrist. Using his waist and horse, he lifted Liangqiu up, and then he hit the fighting platform with a loud bang.

The hard battle platform suddenly shattered into pieces of rubble.

It was also a hard battle platform, and a large human-shaped pit was created when it was smashed.

Uh...!

Liangqiu let out a muffled groan. He was smiling so much just a moment ago, but this second, his whole body felt bad. Who knows where this little immortal got such strong strength? His muscles and bones were in severe pain when he fell.

"this....."

The onlookers were also stunned for a while, their eyes widening at the sight.

Did the Holy Son of Heaven get thrown? That little immortal didn't react slowly! He easily avoided Liang Qiu's finger and took the opportunity to throw him violently. Although the posture was not very beautiful, it looked very painful!

break!

Immortal power rolled inside Liangqiu's body and was injected into his arms, forcibly knocking Zhao Yun away.

And he, in one step, flew back and escaped. A silver light shot out from the center of his eyebrows. It was a silver mirror, which should be his natal magical weapon. It buzzed and trembled, and a bright light shone, extremely lethal.

Zhao Yun didn't even look at it, but he used the Immortal Killing Technique to knock over the silver mirror.

Liangqiu groaned again, feeling the backlash from his natal magic weapon, and stepped back step by step.

Before he could settle down, Zhao Yun stepped forward and pierced Changhong with his sword.

Liang Qiu's expression was awe-inspiring. The opponent was too fast and the power of the sword had already locked him in. There was no way he could avoid it.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword chanting was harsh, and Zhao Yun's sword came to him.

However, when the tip of the sword was only half an inch away from Liang Qiu's throat, he suddenly stopped and removed the power of the sword. This was enough. As long as the glasses were not blind, everyone could see that he had spared his hand in this attack, and the outcome was the outcome.

Already divided.

The whole place was deathly silent.

More than half of the people had their mouths slightly open.

In a battle of the same level, the Holy Son of the Immortal Sect unexpectedly lost.

No more, no less.

Exactly three rounds.

However, it was Liangqiu who lost.

"I really underestimated him."

Too many people's eyes turned to Zhao Yun.
To be continued...