Liu Wuxie had already spared his life. Who would have thought that he would take advantage of the moment when Liu Wuxie took action.

The terrifying murderous intent transformed into a golden sword aura, covering Liu Wuxie's body.

It was too late to react. Liu Wuxie was now in a situation where the old power had not yet been removed and the new power had not yet emerged, and it happened to be stuck in the middle area.

The man in golden clothes obviously also took advantage of this and admitted defeat first, and then took advantage of Liu Wuxie's unpreparedness to carry out a fatal blow.

"Do you think you can kill me by sneak attacking?"

There was no fluctuation on Liu Wuxie's face, and he didn't even use his moves. He pointed his right hand and a dark green Xuanyin magic needle shuttled through the space.

The man in golden clothes has a fast sword energy, while Liu Wuxie's Xuanyin Divine Needle is faster.

One thousandth of an instant, the Xuanyin divine needle pierced the sword energy of the man in golden clothes.

"Click!"

The sword aura was split into pieces and was penetrated by the Xuanyin Divine Needle.

The Xuanyin Divine Needle did not stop, flew out of the hole and drilled directly into the right eye of the man in golden clothes.

"ah!"

The man in golden clothes let out a painful scream. His defensive cover could not play any role and was easily penetrated by the Xuanyin Divine Needle.

A torn pain came from the soul sea, and the Xuanyin divine needle entered his soul sea and stabbed into his soul.

Liu Wuxie didn't even give him the chance to be reincarnated and reborn, and even destroyed the soul.

The scream lasted for three breaths, and the man in golden clothes fell completely to the ground and died, and he could not die again.

This time, before Liu Wuxie absorbed the ring, he sacrificed the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Cauldron in advance and swallowed the man's body.

The power of the Eternal Divine Fist gradually disappeared, and Liu Wuxie's face returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

"There is still a soul sword left, I don't know how effective it is."

Liu Wuxie has fought four games in a row, and even the peak Golden Immortal Realm is not his opponent. He has basically figured out his combat power.

He has no plans to go to the elite disciple area for the time being, and he is not afraid of meeting the low-level Daluo Golden Immortal. If he meets the peak Daluo Golden Immortal, going to the death is equivalent to death.

Besides, he is an outer disciple, and entering the inner disciple area is already at its limit, and he cannot enter the elite disciple area at all.

Lianshen Peak gathered many disciples, and they gradually gathered together. After their investigation, Liu Wuxie was probably in the Immortal Art Hall.

Other areas have been sent to check, but there is no such person as Liu Wuxie.

The particularity of the Immortal Art Palace made them unable to view and could only stay outside.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, the space fluctuated and another monk fell in front of Liu Wuxie.

Judging from the figure, the monk who fell down was not young and looked relatively bloated.

There are some inner disciples in Biyao Palace who are already in their seventies or eighties. Although they are still young in the fairy world at the age of seventies or eighties, they are still stuck in the Golden Immortal Realm at this age and have little hope to break through to the Daluo Golden Immortal.

The man had a mask with green face and fangs on his face, which seemed to intentionally hide his fear, so he chose a mask that looked more ferocious and created some psychological pressure on his opponent.

"Are you an outer disciple?"

Through the mask, Liu Wuxie could clearly see the man's eyes. Just as he guessed, the man's eyes were dodging, lacking that kind of firmness.

Something must have happened to this person, which led to him becoming what he is now.

"yes!"

Liu Wuxie nodded.

"Can you let me win one game? Just win one game, I won't hurt you."

The man almost begged tone, and with his cultivation level of only the third level of the Golden Immortal, Liu Wuxie was puzzled by the reason for saying this.

Logically speaking, he is at the third level of the Golden Immortal, but he is only at the first level of the God Immortal, and his cultivation is completely overwhelming himself. Why do you say that?

"Can you tell me the reason?"

Liu Wuxie was not in a hurry to take action. His purpose of practicing immortal arts has been achieved. Except for the Soul Sword, all other immortal arts were revealed.

The soul sword is too powerful. Once it takes action, it will definitely kill the opponent. The man in front of him has no murderous aura, and he even shows that he is very cowardly. How could Liu Wuxie kill him?

"well……"

The bloated man sighed heavily and took off the mask on his face. His face was covered with bruises, and there was a black circle on his right eye, which was left by a punch.

He is quite honest and honest in his face, not like a treacherous person.

"What's wrong with the injury on your face?"

Liu Wuxie didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and the other party had nothing to do with him. He was just polite and asked.

"It's hard to describe it. I can feel that you are a good person and have a faint sense of righteousness. Only then can I dare to tell you like this, hoping that you can fulfill me."

Judging from the age of bones, the man is already in his seventies and should have been in his life for some time. He is still an inner disciple. He is probably ridiculed many times over the years.

After Liu Wuxie refined Haoran's true energy, he did benefit a lot, which caused Haoran's righteous energy to often overflow from his body. Standing beside him, he couldn't help but feel respect.

To admit defeat means that Liu Wuxie will give up practicing in the Immortal Arts Palace and leave here.

At present, Liu Wuxie has not planned to give up. There is no harm in trying to get more hard.

"Sorry, I can't promise you."

Liu Wuxie shook his head and refused. He was not a saint, and he could not control the life and death of others. He was not his ruthlessness, and this was the world of cultivation.

Hearing Liu Wuxie's answer, a trace of pain flashed across the bloated man's face, so he had to continue to bring the mask.

After the bloated man put on his mask, he slowly pulled out a long sword. Since Liu Wuxie refused to agree, he could only see the truth under his hands.

Liu Wuxie did not draw out the blood-drinking knife, nor did he sacrifice the Eternal Divine Fist, nor did he sacrifice the Five Elements Great Hand Seal, but stood there quietly.

"brush!"

The man stabbed Liu Wuxie with a sword, but the speed was very fast.

In Liu Wuxie's eyes, the third level of the Golden Immortal is not even considered ant.

With a flash of footsteps, Liu Wuxie avoided it gently, and the man's sword fell into nothing.

The bloated man was not discouraged, and another sword stabbed Liu Wuxie in the side.

The bloated body caused his speed to be far inferior to that of a normal person. It looked like he was at the third level of the Golden Immortal, and his combat power was about the first level of the Golden Immortal.

After stabbing several swords, Liu Wuxie easily avoided them, but the man was so tired that he was panting.

Liu Wuxie didn't want to get entangled with him, so he hit the man's left shoulder with a punch, and the opponent flew backwards and gently landed in a corner of the ring without killing him.

"You lost!"

Liu Wuxie ended the battle.

The bloated man looked lonely and picked up the long sword that fell on the ground, dragged his tired body toward the outside of the arena.

It was not until the man completely disappeared that Liu Wuxie's brows unfolded.

After the fifth game, Liu Wuxie's interest has decreased and he can't be interested in the next battle.

Ten more breaths passed, and a golden immortal eighth level appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.

After a battle, Liu Wuxie slapped him away with his Five Elements Hand Seal.

"I guess no Golden Immortal Level has come in."

Liu Wuxie waited for a long time, most of them were at the sixth and seventh level of the Golden Immortals, and they could not achieve the effect of hardening, so they had to withdraw from the arena.

Back to the house, took off his mask, put it back in place, changed into the outer disciple's clothes, and walked out of the house.

When he walked out of the Immortal Arts Hall, just afternoon, Liu Wuxie spent nearly a day in the Immortal Arts Hall.

"I just said he was a waste, and he was defeated after less than a cup of tea."

As soon as Liu Wuxie stepped out of the gate, bursts of sneering came from not far away.

In the blue area, many monks gathered, and they formed a circle, seemingly mocking something.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of dense sounds of fists and feet came out of the circle, and then a bloated figure was kicked away by someone and fell directly outside the circle.

Liu Wuxie was about to leave with a little troublesome idea, but he had no habit of watching the fun.

A figure happened to hit Liu Wuxie and forced him to take a step back.

"boom!"

Liu Wuxie took three steps back, and the figure that flew up hit him hard, rolling up a thick layer of dust.

The blood stained the ground red, and the man who fell down let out a painful wail, and several bones on his body were broken.

Relying on the third level of the Golden Immortal Realm, with thick skin and flesh, if it were other immortal realms, they would have been beaten to death long ago.

The people watching gathered over and surrounded the bloated man again, showing ugly faces one by one.

"Huang Qitian, get out of the inner door quickly and don't stay here to waste resources. You don't even see how old you are."

All kinds of sarcasm sounds, like dense raindrops, hit the man on the ground.
To be continued...