Chapter 507: Wealth Can Make You a God
As if he had suddenly found some key, Lu Fan was extremely excited and muttered to himself: "So that's it, so that's it!"
But a moment later, he became a little frustrated again: "Golden Core beats Nascent Soul, I can't do it!"
With a confused look in his eyes, he stretched out his hands and muttered, "No, I must see Lord Tianzun. I have to think of a way..."
Seeing that he was becoming more and more crazy, Li Fan could not help but remind him: "Fellow Daoist Lu..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up. He ignored Li Fan who was sitting next to him and flew out of the restaurant, shouting loudly: "Lu Fan from the Congyunhai Martial Arts Hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance is here, who dares to fight me!"
After these words were spoken, Li Fan was shocked on the spot.
The originally noisy streets of Weichang City suddenly became silent.
Only Lu Fan's unruly figure remained, standing proudly in the sky.
After a brief silence, the crowd exploded.
"How dare a mere Jindan cultivator speak so arrogantly!"
"Are all the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance so brave?"
"Since when do those bastards from the Ten Thousand Immortals League dare to be so arrogant in front of our Five Elders Council!" A burly Nascent Soul cultivator with a full beard shouted angrily. He flew in front of Lu Fan and was about to teach him a lesson.
Lü Fan was not completely insane after all, and he shouted repeatedly: "I am the Golden Core, and you are the Nascent Soul. Are all the Five Elders like you, who like to bully the weak?"
"If you want to fight, let the Jindan monks come over!"
Under deliberate guidance, Lu Fan's voice spread throughout Weichang City in an instant.
"You..." The words of the Nascent Soul cultivator were suddenly stuck, and the expression on his face changed for a while. In the end, he snorted coldly and did not choose to take forceful action.
After falling back to the ground, he turned around and shouted at everyone: "Where are the Jindan cultivators in our Canhong State? Are they all dead?"
Everyone reacted as well.
A young monk in green clothes flew forward and said, "I am Qiu Juemo from the Luoyan Gang. I hope Brother Lu can teach me something!"
He cupped his hands, and without waiting for Lu Fan's response, he sent a flying sword straight towards the opponent's face.
The green sword light came suddenly and silently.
Fortunately, Lu Fan reacted quickly and dodged the flying sword attack with a flash of his body.
"You sneak attack!" A trace of anger appeared on Lu Fan's face.
"In a life-and-death fight, we will naturally go all out. There is no such thing as a sneak attack! Fellow Daoist, be careful!" With Qiu Juemo's loud shout, thirty-three sword lights separated from the flying sword that had already flown behind Lu Fan. Like living things, they instantly formed a sword formation in the shape of a tiger and attacked Lu Fan.
Lu Fan snorted coldly, and a faint copper light burst out from his body, and his body expanded several times in an instant.
An abacus suddenly appeared in his hand, and Lu Fan gently turned it, making crackling sounds.
"The world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit!" He muttered to himself, and every time he moved the abacus beads, a copper coin with a round outer surface and a square inner surface appeared out of thin air.
In an instant, thirty-three copper coins took shape, drawing green streaks in the air, and rushed towards the Flying Tiger Sword Formation one after another.
Qiu Juemo's face changed slightly, vaguely sensing something was wrong. He wanted to manipulate the sword formation to avoid those copper coins that looked a little weird.
However, the green light was incredibly fast, and almost instantly, it collided with the thirty-three flying swords.
There was no earth-shattering sound of collision. The copper coin disappeared in an instant after it touched the flying sword.
The next moment...
"Not good!" Before Qiu Juemo could utter the word "good", he saw the thirty-three flying swords all changed direction in the air.
The Flying Tiger Sword Formation, which was originally controlled by him, actually attacked him.
And a few points faster.
Before he could react, thirty-three sword lights flashed through his body.
Blood gushed out immediately, Qiu Juemo's body shook, but he eventually couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
The Flying Tiger Sword Formation also lost control and fell to the ground.
The crowd watching suddenly exclaimed.
"Thank you for your kindness!" Lu Fan said proudly, putting the abacus behind his back.
"Brother Qiu!" Qiu Juemo's friend hurried forward to check on his condition and found that Lu Fan had held back at the critical moment and saved his life.
"What a disgrace! Why don't you pull him down!"
"Yeah, this defeat was too quick!"
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Qiu Juemo was seriously injured, but he did not arouse sympathy from the others present. Instead, they kept mocking him, their eyes full of sarcasm.
Qiu Juemo's friend's face suddenly turned red, but he did not dare to anger the crowd. He just supported Qiu Juemo dejectedly and left the place quickly.
"I'll do it!"
A gray monk flew up with a hint of anger in his tone.
This time he learned his lesson and did not use any magic weapon. He just showed the golden elixir form and continued to summon blazing fire to attack.
“Wealth can make you a god!”
Unexpectedly, as Lu Fan moved the abacus, coins fell into the fire one by one.
The originally red flame was also tainted with a strange green color.
Afterwards, the flame that originated from his own magical power also lost control and backfired on himself.
In the end, with a scream, the gray-robed monk was defeated miserably.
The second challenger's lightning-fast defeat caused the noise in the arena to suddenly become much quieter.
"This Fellow Daoist Lu really has some skills." Li Fan, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but be a little surprised.
After a brief period of silence, another challenger appeared.
"Ou Qianye from Canhongzhou, please teach me, fellow Taoist!"
This time, Lu Fan did not attack directly, but asked loudly: "Since you five elders cannot win, are you planning to fight in a round-robin manner?"
Ou Qianye's momentum suddenly stagnated, and he forcibly held back the move he had already launched. He said in a deep voice: "Then fellow Daoist, you should rest for a while. When you are fully recovered, we will fight again!"
Lu Fan ignored him, closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing.
Before long, the two of them attacked together and started fighting.
In the end, Lü Fan still won. But Ou Qianye was not simple either, with numerous moves and spells.
After each move was controlled by Lu Fanfan, he would then use another move.
Lu Fan also put in a lot of effort before he managed to win the victory.
"You are so good, fellow Taoist!" After using up all his moves, Ou Qianye, knowing that he was no match for his opponent, bowed and admitted defeat.
"Must-you-know..." Lu Fan's tone was much kinder this time.
Next, the Jindan cultivators in Weichang City challenged Lu Fan one after another.
But without exception, all failed.
Even though he had time to rest in the middle, Lu Fan's face gradually became pale due to the continuous battles.
But he seemed to sense something, and he couldn't suppress the excitement on his face.
Just when the attention of the entire Weichang City was focused on the scene of Lu Fan inviting him to a fight.
Li Fan, who had lost interest in watching the game, came to a small stall on the street.
"The Secret History of Ancient Cultivation".
He picked up a picture album and began to flip through it.
(End of this chapter)
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