Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation: My system is amazing

The atmosphere at the Immortal Lord Championship was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Xiao Bei stood in the center and looked around. He saw many malicious faces staring at him greedily like hunting wolves.

The man on the referee's bench made no secret of the contempt in his eyes, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the word "shady dealings" was almost carved on his face.

The rival Immortals A and B, one is insidious and cunning, the other is cruel and ruthless. At this moment, the two are exchanging glances, as if they are plotting something shameful.

Xiao Bei sneered in his heart: Want to mess with me?

I've been through a lot and seen a lot!

"The game begins!" With the referee's order, Immortal Master Jia took the first step.

He was seen making hand gestures and muttering something, and a sharp sword energy, carrying the power to destroy the world, came straight towards Xiao Bei!

The speed of the sword energy was so fast that it was astonishing. The air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Oh my god, are you trying to kill me in one move?

Xiao Bei did not dare to delay and quickly took out his magic weapon - a long sword that was completely black and emitted a faint cold light.

He dodged the fatal blow.

"You dare to show off your mere tricks in front of an expert?" Xiao Bei sneered and swung the sword in his hand. A stream of sword energy flew out like a dragon and went straight for the throat of Immortal Master Jia.

Immortal Lord Jia obviously didn't expect Xiao Bei to be so fast and react so quickly, so he dodged in a hurry.

The two men fought back and forth with swords flying everywhere. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the field, with flying sand and rocks covering the sky and the sun.

In the audience, the young fans were so nervous that their palms were sweating. They clenched their fists and cheered for Xiao Bei.

"Come on, Brother Xiao Bei! Defeat them!"

"Master Xiao Bei, you are the strongest!"

However, just when Xiao Bei and Immortal Master A were fighting hard, Immortal Master B suddenly took action.

He took out a magic weapon, which was a huge bronze mirror, the mirror surface was flashing with strange light.

The light shone on Xiao Bei, making him feel dizzy and weak all over.

No, it’s a scam!

Xiao Bei cried out in his heart and quickly practiced his skills to resist this strange power.

"Despicable!" Xiao Bei shouted angrily, "Two against one, what kind of skill is that!"

Immortal A and Immortal B looked at each other with sinister smiles on their faces.

"The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. There is no such thing as despicable or not! Boy, just prepare to die!" Immortal Lord Jia said, and launched another attack. The sword energy came like raindrops.

At this moment, Xiao Bei was suppressed by the strange light, his strength was greatly reduced, and he could only barely resist.

"Humph, with this little ability, you still think you can beat me?" Xiao Bei sneered, "Next..."

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Next, let me show you what true power is!

"Xiao Bei's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an evil arc.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. A strange energy wave quickly spread out with him as the center.

"What the hell! What the hell is this?" Immortal Master A's face changed drastically, and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, a huge hammer appeared out of thin air, shining with golden light all over, engraved with mysterious runes, and exuding a breath of destruction.

"Oh my God! What kind of magic weapon is this?" In the audience, the little fans opened their eyes wide and their mouths so wide that it seemed as if an egg could be stuffed in.

"Destroy!" Xiao Bei shouted loudly, and a huge hammer fell from the sky, carrying a tremendous force, smashing hard into the Immortal Lord's Armor.

Immortal Master Jia had no time to dodge and was hit directly by the sudden attack.

With a loud "bang", the Immortal Lord Armor flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Awesome! This is a real man!" Thunderous applause and cheers broke out in the audience. The little fans jumped up excitedly and wanted to rush onto the field to give Xiao Bei a big hug.

"Foul! Xiao Bei committed a foul! Using an unregistered magic weapon!" At this moment, a sharp shout came from the referee's seat.

The referee's face turned ashen, and he pointed at Xiao Bei and roared.

"Foul? Which eye of yours saw me commit a foul?" Xiao Bei sneered, "This is my ancestral treasure, why can't I use it?"

"Nonsense! You are just a menial disciple, where did you get the ancestral magic weapon?" the referee shouted angrily.

"Why do you care where I come from? I'm a good kid if I can beat you!" Xiao Bei curled his lips in disdain, "Come and fight if you don't agree!"

In the audience, there was a lot of discussion and people began to doubt the fairness of the game.

"Isn't this referee too biased?"

"That's right, it's obvious that they want Xiao Bei to lose!"

"Is there any law in this competition?"

Xiao Bei stared at the referee with cold eyes and said word by word: "I want to see what you can do to me today!" Xiao Bei completely ignored the referee's roar, his eyes locked on the half-broken Immortal Armor, like a lone wolf locking onto its prey, and once again swung the golden club in his hand.

With a "bang", the hammer, with tremendous force, smashed towards the Immortal Lord's Armor again.

Immortal Master Jia dodged in a hurry, but he was seriously injured and his movements were slow. He was hit by the hammer and immediately spat out another mouthful of blood, looking in a miserable state.

"Wow, so awesome! Master Xiao Bei is so mighty!" In the audience, the little fans jumped for joy and cheered loudly, as if they were the peerless strong man wielding the hammer.

"Brother Xiao Bei, you are the best! Beat them into pig heads!" The little fans waved small flags, their enthusiasm was like a burning flame, they were proud of Xiao Bei's dominance, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

During the fierce battle, Bei Li's figure flashed through Xiao Bei's mind.

He knew that he had to win and must stand at the top with the strongest attitude in order to have a chance to rescue the imprisoned Beili.

He felt a strong sense of responsibility and a deep longing for Beili. This longing turned into endless power, surging throughout his body, and every cell was filled with the desire to fight.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a confident arc. For her, he must become the strongest!

This warm and resolute emotion spread in his heart, making him more motivated.

"Hmph, today I'll let you clowns see what true strength is!" Xiao Bei roared in his heart, waving the hammer in his hand even more frantically. The golden light illuminated the entire arena, like a dazzling sun, emitting endless energy.

Immortal Master Jia was beaten back step by step, unable to fight back at all, and had completely lost the desire to fight.

At this moment, Xiao Bei's body suddenly shook, as if he had been ambushed. He covered his chest, his face pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Puff--" He knelt on one knee, and the hammer in his hand fell weakly to the ground with a dull sound.

"Hahaha, kid, you have come to this day!" Seeing Xiao Bei suddenly "injured", Immortal Lords A and B looked at each other with sinister smiles on their faces, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

"It seems that this kid is nothing special!" Immortal Venerable B said grimly.

The referee in the referee's booth saw this scene and showed a smug smile on his face, thinking in his heart: Let's see how arrogant you can be!

"What happened? Why did Master Xiao Bei suddenly get injured?" The little fans were immediately panicked and looked at Xiao Bei worriedly, their hearts in their throats.

Xiao Bei lowered his head, but a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He quietly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Oh, this show should also come to an end..." Xiao Bei pretended to cough weakly a few times, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth made him look even more "embarrassed".

Upon seeing this, Immortals A and B relaxed their guard. They huddled together, whispering to each other and occasionally letting out a few sinister laughs. They looked like two foxes that had stolen a chicken.

Xiao Bei glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and sneered in his heart: With such low IQ, you still want to fight me?

What a naive person!

He deliberately slowed down his breathing and pretended to be exhausted, but in fact, he was secretly observing their weaknesses.

A cunning atmosphere, like an invisible mist, quietly spread around him.

Above the stadium, the wind and clouds were changing rapidly. The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and a faint smell of blood hung in the air.

In the audience, the young fans looked at Xiao Bei nervously. Some covered their mouths tightly, afraid of making any noise to disturb him, while others clasped their hands together and prayed silently, hoping that Xiao Bei would be safe.

In the center of the arena, Xiao Bei was still kneeling on one knee, leaning on the golden hammer with one hand and covering his chest with the other, as if he was really seriously injured.

"Tsk tsk, kid, I didn't expect that you would have this day!" Immortal Master A said sarcastically, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I thought you were so powerful, but you still have to kneel before me!" Immortal Master B also joined in, and the two of them sang in unison, becoming carried away by their pride.

Xiao Bei ignored their ridicule and just silently observed their every move.

Suddenly, Immortal A and Immortal B exchanged glances, as if they had reached some kind of agreement. The two of them, one in front and one behind, quietly retreated to a corner of the arena and began to conspire in a low voice.

Although their voices were very low, Xiao Bei was able to hear a few words thanks to his extraordinary hearing.

"...Wait...together...with the magic weapon..."

"...a full-strength...attack..."

"...make sure...let him..."

Xiao Bei frowned. What on earth were they doing?

Is there any other conspiracy?

Doubt and tension suddenly rose in his heart, as if there was a fog covering the front, making it difficult to see the direction.

He knew that he must not take it lightly, otherwise, unpredictable danger would be waiting for him.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, forming a dangerous arc, and his eyes became sharper, like a lone wolf locking onto its prey.

He gripped the mallet tightly in his hand, his fingertips turned slightly white, and his knuckles made a slight "crackling" sound.

He pretended to be weak to deal with his opponents' provocations, while secretly observing their every move.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he stared at Immortal A and Immortal B, not missing any of their slightest movements.

"Oh, this drama is not over yet..." He muttered to himself in a low voice, his eyes deep, like a bottomless black hole.