Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

On a ring, a man holding a sword was confronting another man holding a spear.

"start."

Following a command, the two men immediately started fighting.

They fought fiercely, and in the end the man with the spear was more skilled. He threw out two talismans in the gap between the attacks of the man with the sword, knocking him off the ring.

"The winner gets more money." A man wearing Xuanyuan Sect clothing shouted.

As soon as Qian Yidu walked down from the stage, he quickly swallowed a pill and started meditating.

The ring is arranged very tightly, leaving you no time to rest and recover. Everyone goes through a round-robin battle and their conditions are similar.

Therefore, every extra minute of rest you can get now means a better chance of winning later.

Sure enough, he had just completed one cycle when he heard his own name.

"Qian Yiduo versus He Ling."

Qian Yidu looked at the woman in white opposite him. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, with two strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead. With her delicate face, she looked quite heroic.

She was not holding a weapon in her hand, only a folding fan. The folding fan did not look like an ordinary item, but should be a spiritual weapon.

"Are both sides ready?"

Qian Yidu and the woman in white both nodded.

"start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Yiduo rushed towards the woman in white. He shook the spear in his hand and stabbed it at the folding fan in the woman's hand. The woman had no weapons but a folding fan, which must be a powerful spiritual weapon.

Attack the folding fan first. Even if you can't destroy the spiritual weapon, it will at least slow down her speed in casting the spiritual weapon.

He had a good idea.

However, the woman opposite did not play by the rules at all.

The woman folded her folding fan and a dozen talismans appeared in her hand.

As the talisman was activated, more than a dozen fireballs rushed towards Qian Yiduo.

Qian Yidu lowered his body with his spear to avoid two fireballs, then swept the spear to extinguish the remaining fireballs.

But after the fireballs, there were more fireballs.

A moment later, the ground of the arena had melted into magma in several places, and the air became extremely hot. Qian Yiduo was about to cry, but she had no tears. "Sister, how many fireball talismans do you have left?" Even if she had money, talismans couldn't be used as beans.

After dodging another fireball, he began to breathe heavily.

No, I can't go on like this, otherwise my spiritual energy will be exhausted.

He stopped defending himself and leaped into the air, channeling all his spiritual power into the spear in his hand. Then he suddenly lunged forward.

The spear was so powerful that the fireball as big as a washbasin couldn't even slow down the spear.

This time he finally pierced through the fire curtain formed by fireballs. After such a long and hard fight, Qian Yiduo finally arrived in front of the woman in white.

However, the woman in white in front of him did not show any surprise at all. She jumped back and came to the other side of the ring.

He raised his hand and several fireballs came at him.

Qian Yidu felt as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out at this moment. No way, it’s coming again?

In the end, Qian Yidu could only fall down in tears.

"The winner is He Ling."

He Ling put away her folding fan and walked off the stage. This was the third match she had won. There were many people signing up on site, but they were eliminated quickly.

According to the match schedule, she only needs to win two more games to qualify to go to Tianduan Mountain.

As for winning the championship, I heard that the winner of the ring competition will receive a prize from Xuanyuan Sect, but for He Ling, she has neither the interest nor the need to do so.

She has a bye in the next game, so she can go somewhere else.

The methods of cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage were still inferior after all. They used the same methods over and over again. After looking around, He Ling lost interest.

But when he reached a certain place, he stopped.

Standing on the ring was a two-meter-tall man. His shirt had burst open and his body was covered with several scars. It was Lin Zhan.

However, it was not him who stopped He Ling, but his opponent.

He has white hair and a hunched figure. He is Wen Moren, the manager of He Ling's previous shop.

They are currently engaged in a fierce battle.

Wen Moren's condition was not much better, his clothes were a bit tattered. In terms of skills, he was no match for Lin Zhan. He only managed to fight Lin Zhan to a draw by relying on the spiritual weapon in his hand.

However, he felt anxious. He was old and his energy and blood were declining. After a long battle, Lin Zhan, whose energy and blood were still strong, would definitely win.

He gritted his teeth. He had originally wanted to keep that thing as a trump card in Tianduan Mountain, but he didn't expect to use it on the ring.

He first poured his spiritual power into the sword in his hand. The sword flashed a blue light, and then several blue sword energies were slashed out by him.

After all, the space on the ring was limited, and Lin Zhan could not avoid it completely, so he had to retreat temporarily and keep some distance from Wen Moren.

Wen Moren raised his hand and a bronze disc appeared in his hand. The bronze disc was only the size of a palm, but it was engraved with runes.

"Youngster, let me show you how powerful I am!"

Wen Moren bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, while all the spiritual power in his body was injected into the bronze disc.

A shadow of a formation appeared above the bronze disc, and in an instant the space on the arena seemed to become gray.

"Top-grade spiritual weapon? You actually have a top-grade spiritual weapon?" There was a hint of unwillingness in Lin Zhan's eyes, but at this moment his whole body seemed to be stuck in mud, and it took dozens of times more strength to move.

Wen Moren's mouth was bloody at the moment, but he couldn't help laughing, "Yes, you are proud enough to let me use this spiritual weapon."

Then the sword in his left hand lit up with a blue light, and with two swish sounds, two more blue sword beams swept towards Lin Zhan.

At this moment, Lin Zhan was like a stuck fly, unable to move at all.

The two sword beams came like lightning and hit his body directly.

In an instant, two deep sword wounds appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain, flowing down as if it were free.

Lin Zhan clenched his teeth tightly, and his eyes were a little red.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He did not rush to break free, but quietly clenched his right hand. But the next moment, he let go.

He Ling looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. Then he turned and left, muttering: "This old Wentou usually doesn't like to talk much. I didn't expect him to be so pushy. But it's a pity."

At the same time, Wen Moren saw that the two swords successfully hit the target, and a feeling of joy rose in his heart, and the smile on his face became brighter.

He wanted to strike out a few more times, completely securing victory, but at that moment, he felt a chill running down his spine. His spiritual energy had been completely depleted, like a dried-up well, unable to produce a single drop. His smile froze, and the light from the bronze disc in his hand gradually dimmed, eventually extinguishing completely.

Lin Zhan took a deep breath and used some magic to stop the blood from flowing from his chest. Then he looked at the white-bearded old man opposite him with a bad expression.

"I surrender!"