Chapter 263 Please Call Me Tony
Yao Yuner, who was previously in second place, was sent back to her original place by a surprise box that said "return to the starting point".
Some cautious practitioners dare not open the box again. What if they become unlucky like her? Wouldn’t that mean they will just give away the top-grade body-refining pill to a rich fool?
"A sword! Snowflake sword!"
He Tinghao opened the box and pulled out a transparent, pure white sword. He felt the temperature around him drop by five or six degrees. It was very similar to the Snowflake Sword, which was ranked number one in Poyun Continent and is currently missing.
"No, it's not the Snowflake Sword. It's even more powerful than the Snowflake Sword. It's like a sharp ice blade, with even stronger attack power!"
He Tinghao's eyes lingered on the sword, not daring to touch it with his hands. Its sword energy could cut flesh.
"I'm going to call it the Ice Jade Sword!"
With such a precious sword, who can compete with him?
But I didn't expect that this was the cheapest sword in Lin Xinhuan Supermarket. It doesn't glow, it doesn't sing, and even the plastic is of inferior quality than the others.
When Xuanyuan Wenqin was tidying up the supermarket, she pulled it out from the corner. It was two yuan a sword and it was a slow-selling product in the supermarket. The children were all clamoring for the Sword of Glory and naturally looked down on the ugly white sword.
Lin Xinhuan's eyes lit up: "Wenqin, what do you think of this sword?"
"It is a masterpiece. Although it is not as good as the Sword of Glory, it is still one of the best in the Broken Cloud Continent."
Xuanyuan Wenqin was very proud. His Sword of Glory could command all swords. How could any random spiritual weapon compare to it?
"That's it."
Lin Xinhuan didn't expect that the two of them had a connection. He Tinghao got the sword chosen by Xuanyuan Wenqin. Seeing He Tinghao slightly raised his chin and looking down on everyone, she wondered what he would think when he saw Xuanyuan Wenqin.
The mischievous Xiaolin has already thought about how he will eat the melon when the time comes.
As the sword came out, there was a sound of it quickly cutting through the air. He Tinghao subconsciously used the sword to resist, but he didn't expect that several short arrows in the air would fly straight towards the third position from in front of him.
For example, a crane relies on its spiritual energy to fly up in place, and once it leaves the block it will fall in a straight line. However, an arrow relies on inertia to fly out, so this set of rules does not apply to it.
On the other side, a long whip was swung out, rushing towards the defensive umbrella in the third position's hand.
The whip still relies on human control and cannot be considered to have escaped from the block.
The other cultivators dodged one after another and had no intention of joining in the fight between them. It could be said that they were just watching the fight from the sidelines, allowing them to take advantage.
"You guys!" Jin Yuanbao thought they were heading for He Tinghao: "He has a sword, why are you staring at me?"
He used his trembling flesh to dodge in a tiny space. Defense-type spiritual weapons were definitely not as attractive as attack-type spiritual weapons. He even thought they were attacking the wrong target.
"Since we don't know if we can get out alive, we might as well get the treasure first."
The one who spoke was the desperate cultivator number eight.
Surprisingly, the number 10, who had remained silent, actually cooperated with the number 8 to take action. Could it be that the two of them were in cahoots?
The number ten man was like an invisible man. If it weren't for his sudden action this time, everyone including Lin Xinhuan would have noticed him for the first time. He was wearing the most common robe of immortal cultivators. Eight out of ten people were wearing similar styles.
This is a wake-up call for everyone. It turns out that the number 10 looks like this. I have never remembered his appearance before, as if I had been blocked.
You have to know that the spiritual power of the immortal cultivators is the strongest. Photographic memory is just one of the basic advantages of strong spiritual power. They all ignored the cultivator in position 10. How did he walk out of the 12th grid? Did he encounter the gift box?
No impression at all. Everyone became wary of the number ten position. The most fearful thing is that the dog doesn't bark, and the barking one doesn't bite.
"If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck." He was targeted by the two of us brothers.
You pick on the weak ones, do you think they don't want the Ice Jade Sword?
It was clear that He Tinghao not only had a high level of cultivation, but also gave off an aura that made him someone who was not to be trifled with. He also had a partner by his side. If the two of them joined forces to deal with them, their chances of winning would be slim.
But Jin Yuanbao is different. He is alone and looks like a rich fool. Apart from having many spiritual weapons, his cultivation is not high. He is only at the foundation-building level. Such a fat sheep is the easiest to slaughter~
Every time, the guy with the mustache draws the fire in front of the crowd, while the No. 10 makes a hidden move from behind, and he rarely misses.
This time they underestimated the power of the defensive umbrella and intensified their attacks, but all of their attacks were bounced back by the umbrella. No. 8 was facing arrows flying all over the sky and had no time to dodge. He was pierced by four or five arrows, and one arrow even pierced his eye.
Number 8 lay on the block, wailing in pain, his hands covering his eyes, blood oozing from between his fingers. He rolled and fell onto the block below, and soon the sound disappeared in the flowing magma.
Everyone knew that there was no chance of his survival.
The whip thrown back by the umbrella hit his body, and his arm was stinging. The next scene he saw was something that made him even more sad: "Brother!"
He watched helplessly as his brother disappeared into the lava, leaving behind not even his ashes.
When he looked up, he saw everyone was on guard. Everyone had their weapons drawn and were looking at him defensively.
"Hahahaha, do you think we are the only ones who have such thoughts? This is the world of immortal cultivation. If you don't kill others, you will be killed by others!"
There is a hint of madness between his eyebrows, which creates a sense of disconnection on his simple and honest face.
"Did you see that? There is no prohibition on the fighting among immortal cultivators here. Who knows if someone beside you will attack you in the next second?"
Everyone saw that the bee beastman did not refute the words of position 10, and they were alert to the people around him, guarding against their sudden attack. It was more than just guarding, everyone had the same idea.
Although the rule states that whoever reaches the finish line first will get the ultimate body-refining pill, there is only one person left in the whole game, so doesn't it mean that the body-refining pill is his no matter what!
In the world of immortal cultivation, killing people and stealing treasures is not uncommon.
It was a good thing that they dispersed the people in this game first. In other game venues, there would have been chaos long ago. Within the rules of the game, everyone used all means to fight for the treasures. This was also the norm in the world of immortal cultivation.
As monsters serving as judges, they are used to life and death, and as long as the rules are not broken and those who have paid the entry fee are still alive, they will let them fight.
Lin Xinhuan felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy coming from the left, and a ball of fire rushed straight towards her. The spiritual energy was directly transformed into flames in Lin Xinhuan's block. The distance was so close that she could feel the hair on her skin curled up.
With a twist of his wrist, he spun out a feather fan, which he waved gently, creating a strong wind that blew everyone around. The female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, who was in position six, had to squat down and hold the block tightly with her fingernails to avoid being blown away by the strong wind.
Jin Yuanbao looked at the crowd of people who were in a state of panic. He felt that he was as steady as a rock and that all the meat he had eaten over the years had not been in vain.
Several immortal cultivators who were having a great time fighting were hit by ice spikes, water balls, and flying knives, and were blown away to nowhere. They had no choice but to stop fighting and steady themselves in the strong wind.
"What a strong wind."
The flame was immediately blown out by the wind. Lin Xinhuan stopped and burst into laughter when he saw it.
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