The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

After Qiu Yinong grabbed the special scale of the pangolin, he rolled over to avoid the attack of the pangolin's long tongue, and then threw a spiritual golden spear with his backhand.

While the pangolin was defending against the golden spear and unable to catch up, she quickly distanced herself from the pangolin, and then began to chant hand gestures and cast spells while running.

The pangolin was both angry and furious. It lashed its tail to the ground and used the rockfall technique to attack Qiu Yinong again.

Qiu Yinong's freezing spell had already been thrown over. Seeing the rain of stones falling from the sky, she could only urgently cast a spiritual power shield for herself to withstand this wave of stone rain.

The spiritual power stones hit the protective shield with a bang. Qiu Yinong increased the output of spiritual power to prevent the protective shield from breaking.

However, the spiritual stone hit her with such force that the spiritual power in her body surged.

Fortunately, the pangolin's cultivation level was lower than hers, and the strength of the attack was still within her tolerance.

Similarly, Qiu Yinong's freezing technique fell on the pangolin, causing the pangolin to have no time to contract its body to resist, resulting in poor blood circulation and slow movements.

Qiu Yinong withstood this wave of falling rocks and quickly condensed the golden spear and threw it over again.

This time, the pangolin, stiff and sluggish, could only lower its head slightly, using the scales on its neck to resist the force of the golden spear. Another part of the force pierced the fur where its forelimbs connected to its neck, finally injuring it as well.

As the two sides attacked and defended each other, the pangolin, which had lost its rapid attacking scales, was attacked in the abdomen and legs from time to time by Qiu Yinong.

Of course, Qiu Yinong wasn't feeling well either. With no time to heal and the need to run so fast, the wound on her thigh was bleeding. The pain in her arms and legs made her grimace from time to time.

Run, attack, defend, dodge. Slowly, Qiu Yinong mastered the rhythm of the attack and ran all over the field with Pangolin.

The advantage of monsters lies in their thick skin and strong defense. In addition to their inherent magical powers, they also have sharp fangs and claws.

The advantage of cultivators is that they have higher cultivation levels than monsters. This means that their spiritual energy reserves are deeper, and the attack power of some spells will be stronger.

Qiu Yinong is now fighting a war of attrition.

She ran all over the field, not fighting the pangolin head-on, but simply used quicksand magic to limit the opponent's speed, harassed with golden spear magic, and attacked with freezing magic.

The pangolin, which cannot fight in close combat, has no use for its long tongue and sharp claws. Its scales, which are used as a weapon for long-range attacks, have been snatched away by Qiu Yinong. The only thing left is the rockfall technique to be used from time to time.

Before they knew it, the man and the beast had been fighting for half an hour.

Seeing that the pangolin was at a disadvantage and the battle between the man and the beast was no longer interesting, some of the watching monks began to make noise.

The foundation-building cultivator who was in charge of the Colosseum sent a message directly to Qiu Yinong, "No more running! We must fight at close range."

Qiu Yinong wanted to roll her eyes. Damn it, these people didn't even treat the gladiators as human beings.

But at this moment, the pangolin's spiritual power was also greatly consumed.

Qiu Yinong suddenly stopped, formed a seal with both hands, and cast a spell. Then, a golden shield of spiritual power blocked the pangolin.

The pangolin, relying on its incomparably strong scales, ignored the golden shield and charged straight ahead. However, the moment it struck the golden shield, it suddenly transformed into a golden fishing net, trapping the pangolin.

The pangolin rushed left and right in the net, but the silk net continued to shrink and restrain it.

If it fails to break free from the golden fishing net in the first place, it will be doomed to failure.

Qiu Yinong quickly gathered her golden spear once more and hurled it directly at the pangolin's chest and abdomen. Trapped in the golden fishing net, the pangolin, unable to curl up and dodge, was pierced through the chest by the spear.

The dying pangolin rolled on the ring. Qiu Yinong approached directly and used the golden spear technique to stab the throat below its head again.

The Golden Spear Technique, which has the shortest casting time, pierced the pangolin's vulnerable parts without scales with one shot after another.

Only when the pangolin was completely motionless did Qiu Yinong's body soften and he sat slumped on the ring.

She kept running and casting spells, not caring about her injuries at all. Whether it was her arms or her thighs, blood was still oozing out.

Now his spirit suddenly relaxed, and the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss suddenly came over him.

The beast fight was over, and the restrictive light curtain on the arena flashed for a moment before completely closing.

Ye Qi leaped up and instantly reached the ring.

The foundation-building monk who was in charge of the Colosseum was startled and was about to fly onto the ring, but after discovering that she had only performed a rejuvenation technique on the gladiator who was paralyzed on the ring, he removed the spiritual power from his body.

The monks in the stands, some happy and some angry, started to walk out, shouting and cursing.

Xiao Han also went against the flow of people to the ring, and without saying a word, he started taking out muscle-growing powder, cloth strips and other items.

Seeing the two people busying themselves for him with serious expressions on their faces, Qiu Yinong smiled comfortably.

Ye Qi examined her body and found no hidden injuries, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Qiu, have you ever thought about this? If you sustain a hidden injury during the fight, and your chances of successfully building your foundation are reduced by another 20%, wouldn't that be more harm than good?"

Qiu Yinong patted the back of Ye Qi's hand and comforted him, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Ye Qi snorted, "On the stage, can you still control your temper?"

Qiu Yinong thought about how the Colosseum forced her into close combat for the excitement of the fights, and she suddenly had no words to defend herself.

He glanced at Xiao Han who was bandaging him, and couldn't help but say, "You shouldn't have brought Fellow Daoist Xiao here. She has never seen such a bloody and dirty scene."

Ye Qi glared at her. "You dare to come up on stage to fight? What's the big deal if she comes to watch? Besides, she's also a cultivator. If she stays in the Immortal City as a small vendor, how far can she go in the future?"

Qiu Yinong patted Ye Qi's arm, reminding her not to speak too directly, so as not to make Xiao Han feel uncomfortable.

"Xiao Han, don't listen to Ye Qi's nonsense. You haven't established your foundation yet. Everything should be based on safety. Wait until you have successfully established your foundation before discussing anything else."

She no longer addressed him as Fellow Daoist Xiao, but called him by his name. This showed that in her mind, she had already categorized Xiao Han as a closer friend.

Xiao Han used his spiritual power wind blade to cut off the excess bandage strips and said with a smile, "What you two say makes sense. I will listen to you."

It’s great to meet two like-minded and similar friends in life!

The gates of Crescent City are not opened at night, so the monks who come to the black market usually stay here overnight.

There will be another fight in the Colosseum every hour, and there will usually be three fights in one night.

As a resident gladiator at the Colosseum, Qiu Yinong also has his own small lounge.

At this moment, Xiao Han and Ye Qi were both staying in her small lounge.

I heard from Qiu Yinong that there are special guest rooms in the black market, with professional escorts and beautiful young nuns who provide special services.

She just wanted to sigh: This is not a black market, it is clearly a den of money and entertainment.