Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 137: Winning by Strength
A gust of air rose up, and then two human-shaped shadows, one black and one blue, flew out at the same time.

Seeing that the golden armor on the 'Black Armor' did not move and gradually faded away, Fang Yi swallowed another Xuanzhi Qi-boosting pill.

Feel the magic power slowly recovering under the nourishment of the rich medicinal power.

He sighed in his heart.

"I knew that monks who had forged a protective aura were difficult to deal with, but I never imagined they would be this difficult."

Even in his previous life, Huo Weitao was the most top-notch body cultivator among his peers.

Fang Yi has now used all his means and has gained a slight advantage.

The physical cultivator in front of him was like a copper pea that could not be flattened or broken by a hammer.

Even if you defeat it briefly, the protective light around its body will flash, and its aura will slowly increase, so it can fight again immediately.

Fang Yi knew that a cultivator with such combat power, who was still in the outer sect, must have some flaws, and they were fatal flaws.

Either the cultivation method is flawed, or the talent is limited, and building the foundation is extremely difficult, otherwise it would never be like this.

But what does it matter if he knows it? Huo Weitao's strength is really formidable.

Fang Yi had some estimate of this.

The martial arts that Huo Weitao practiced should be perfect in terms of defense, energy recovery, and physical strength.

Although not everything is outstanding, nothing is missing.

Although this cultivator has nothing special about him, he is extremely difficult to deal with when equipped with armor that is at least a mid-grade magical weapon.

Unless he crushes others with a cultivation level one level higher, he is not the strongest in combat, nor does he have the best defense, nor does he have the highest cultivation level among the outer disciples of Xuanyang Mountain.
But it must be the one that can survive the longest!
Even in the wilderness, with no one to look after it.

Fang Yi can proceed without worry, but only if the Qi in his Dantian has been cultivated to the lower second level, and then he can sacrifice several spirit puppets and use them in conjunction with the top-grade magic weapon Xuanyin Soul-Slaying Sword.

Otherwise, there is really no way to deal with it.

It's so difficult.

Now on this Jiuxiao fighting stage.

There was Fake Dan Zhenren Tian Leizi watching over him from above, and many Foundation Establishment Master disciples watching from afar below. Song Qinghe was still there on the Purple Gold Platform, peeking around.

It’s better not to reveal some hidden cards.

Huo Weitao was not without flaws. In Fang Yi's opinion, this physical cultivator's inner cultivation was already impeccable.

But there is a fatal flaw.

That is.
poor! !

The two have been fighting for nearly half an hour. Although the physical cultivator mainly relies on the magic body to fight, it does consume some magic power.

Wood-attributed skills already have some benefits in terms of energy recovery.

The martial arts that Fang Yi practiced was the ancient and miraculous skill "The Sutra of Life and Death", and his ability to restore energy was far beyond that of his peers.

Even though the puppetry secret technique consumes huge amounts of energy, he has the support of spirit stones and the help of Xuanzhi Qi-boosting pills; the remaining mana he has is only at level seven.

Huo Weitao had even less magic power left, so he just swallowed an ordinary Qi-replenishing pill.

'So, just keep delaying.

Physical cultivators are not good at cultivating the various arts of immortality, have very few ways to earn spirit stones, and have very limited financial resources.

With the help of spirit stones and spirit pills, winning is not difficult, but it is a bit embarrassing.'

Fang Yi chuckled. When it came to improving his cultivation in the future, he didn't care about his face.

He slapped his storage bag, and dozens of spirit stones flew out.

"Click. Click."

As the sound of the spirit stone breaking was heard, the spirit mist was produced by the breaking of the spirit stone.

Fang Yi first added a golden armor to the black-armored puppet to prevent it from moving, allowing it to continue fighting with Huo Weitao.

Then several medium-grade talismans appeared in his hands.

The green talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, and rich wood-attributed essence gathered.

As dozens of seeds fell from Fang Yi's hands, wood-attribute essence followed closely behind.

Thorns as thick as bowls twisted and turned on the Jiuxiao Fighting Stage, tangled into large nets and headed towards Huo Weitao.

Then more than ten puppets were sacrificed and hidden in the thorn forest.

These puppets are mostly poisonous spiders and spiritual silkworms, and are no bigger than a fist, small and exquisite. Their grade is not high either, and most of them are low-grade puppets, with occasionally one or two reaching the middle grade.

But Fang Yi only wanted to consume Huo Weitao's magic power. The venom and silk contained in this puppet were enough.

As the thorn forest rose and many puppets sneaked in, Huo Weitao clearly felt that it was difficult to move forward.

Just as Fang Yi had guessed, his financial resources were quite limited. Apart from his armor and the magic sword in his hand, he had nothing else. If not for this, with his cultivation level, he wouldn't have been ranked below the C-grade token. He was just a little short of being able to participate in this Jiazi competition.

"laugh!"

Dozens of thorns as thick as bowls came towards him slowly but suddenly. The broken sword in his hand flashed with bronze light and easily cut through the thorns.

But it was not over yet. The spiritual silk and poisonous spider silk followed closely behind. Although Huo Weitao could easily deal with them, every time he made a move, he would consume a lot of mana.

Little by little, it adds up to a lot. In just half an hour, the magic power in Huo Weitao's Dantian Qi Sea was less than 30%.

After swallowing a Qi-replenishing pill, he felt that his magic power had recovered somewhat under the nourishment of the medicine, but it was far less than before.

Huo Weitao was not the type to sit and wait for death. He kept swearing, trying to provoke Fang Yi into a head-on fight with him.

"Pooh!"

"Fang Yi, you coward, how dare you fight me, your grandfather!"

"Don't you have any sense of shame at all for using such a cunning trick in such a situation as the Xuanyang Mountain Competition?"

"Brother Fang, let's have a fair fight. You have a good chance of winning. Why do this? You'll only make your fellow disciples look down on you."

Seeing a breath approaching him, Huo Weitao's face turned grim, but he had to mobilize his magic power.

Bronze spiritual light flowed on his armor and he threw a punch towards the body.

"when"

There was another muffled sound, but it was the black-armored puppet, which, under Fang Yi's control, continued to consume the difficult physical cultivation magic power.

Fang Yi stood on the Fengling Eagle, silently regulating his breathing to recover his magic power, maintaining his own magic power, and always keeping it above the eighth level.

Looking at the Jiuxiao fighting arena, Huo Weitao's several surprise attacks were all blocked by the black-armored puppet.

He did not take it lightly, and the spirit seeds in his hand continued to fall and turn into thorns.

This battle is for victory.

He had already invested nearly three hundred spirit stones in spiritual objects and lost a top-grade silver wolf puppet.

Even with Fang Yi's wealth, it would be painful enough.

This is the amount of spirit stones that an ordinary high-level Qi training cultivator can earn in five years.

Fang Yi knew in his heart that even with the bonus of being a puppeteer, the financial resources he demonstrated could only go so far.

Otherwise, both the fake Dan Zhenren and his own master would have started to become suspicious.

The pain on his face was evident, but he was extremely calm in his heart.

He watched Huo Weitao constantly fighting against the ancient vines, thorns, poisonous spiders and silkworms. It was like watching prey in a net, struggling hard but slowly dying.

On the purple gold platform.

Yu Xing looked at Fang Yi, who had completely trapped Huo Weitao, and his heart finally settled down.

"My master's illegitimate son really gave me a big surprise."

He ignored Nan Huasheng, looked unhappy, and stretched out his hand to ask for money.

"Junior Brother Nan, the outcome of this duel has already been decided, where is your hundred-year-old Pure Heart Lotus?
Hey, thank you for your care, brother.
With this magical object in hand, I can find an alchemist and my Red Flame Sun Transformation Technique will surely be able to make further progress."

Yu Xing spoke in an arrogant tone, not afraid at all that Nan Huasheng would dare to deny his debt, as they were both disciples of the Foundation Establishment Master.

Before, he was concerned about Xiao Changce's face and had to keep an eye on his fellow junior brother, and the same was true for Nan Huasheng.

"Humph!"

Sure enough, although Nan Huasheng's face was extremely ugly, he still suppressed his anger. He took out a soul-sealing jade box from his storage bag and tossed it to Yu Xinghou.

Then it turned into a white light and left.

Feeling the fragrance wafting from the jade box, Yu Xing was shocked and continued to mock Nan Huasheng.

But he was thinking about Fang Yi in his heart. As a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, Xiao Changce did not like to accept disciples.

Now that his life span is running out, he has accepted a few disciples to pass on his Taoist legacy.

Although Fang Yi's cultivation level is not high, he is meticulous and has an outstanding talent in puppetry, so he may have a good foundation.

Yu Xing had already planned to get closer to him.

Otherwise, once Xiao Changce passed away, as the eldest disciple, even if he advanced to the foundation-building stage, he would not be able to protect the huge family business of Yuping Peak.

On the fighting stage, Fang Yi watched Huo Weitao's aura gradually weaken, and the black and white double sword magic weapon appeared in his hands.

"Well, let's try it a little longer."

(End of this chapter)