Chapter 1539 (1/2)

In the low air in the distance, two friars are fighting hard. One of them is a white haired old woman with only the sixth floor of the golden elixir, and the other is two seven floor friars of the golden elixir. It seems that they are brought by the invitation to Zhenjun. Two to one, or the later stage of the golden elixir to the middle stage of the golden elixir. According to reason, the two friars who invited Zhenjun should have the upper hand, But the actual situation on the court was that they were beaten back, and the white haired old woman with six layers of golden elixir was more and more brave.

Seeing the people he brought playing like this, he felt ashamed when inviting zhenjunton and scolded: ”the two golden elixirs can't beat anyone else in the later stage. It's really waste.”

The city Lord's face is not good-looking. The people below naturally want to share their worries. A nine storey friar of golden elixir who is also from the city Lord's house of Jiuxian city said, ”Lord, why don't I deal with this person?”

After that, the friar on the ninth floor of the golden elixir rushed up to replace the two friars on the seventh floor of the golden elixir without waiting for the promise of invite Yue Zhenjun. Seeing that invite Yue Zhenjun looked bad, they knew they were playing too ugly, so they explained: ”The two of us searched nearby and found a hidden dungeon. We thought it was a fellow persecuted by the lingfu sect, so we kindly went to save people. As a result, the crazy woman suddenly rushed out and attacked us without asking. It was like meeting an enemy who killed our father. We were caught off guard and robbed by the other party...”

After listening to what they said, everyone found that the white haired old woman was indeed abnormal. She had white hair, bent figure, wrinkled face, unkempt face and brown clothes. She looked like a beggar with a short life. Moreover, her eyes were turbid, with a trace of hatred in confusion. She hid a sense of sadness in a trance. She didn't look like a normal person, like a madman Like, just blindly attacking, it forced the two seven layer friars of the golden elixir not to do their best.

However, the white haired old woman's playing method is also effective for friars with similar accomplishments. If the opponent's strength is too much higher than her, this method will not play much role. After changing the nine layer friars of the golden elixir, the white haired old woman's playing method is restrained and gradually begins to be at a disadvantage.

However, the white haired old woman didn't seem to know what fear was and what defeat was. She still mobilized all her potential and fought hard with her opponent. It was just a hard fight, regardless of the consequences. The friar on the ninth floor of the golden pill in Jiuxian city was willing to show himself in front of the city Lord, and didn't hurry to win the opponent. Instead, the soldiers came to block the water and cover the earth, and used their means to press the bottom of the box to fight hard with the white haired old woman Spell.

The huge roar continued, and a quarter of an hour passed in the twinkling of an eye. The white haired old woman overdrawed her potential so much that she finally couldn't support it. The ninth floor friar of the golden pill saw that the fire was almost ready, so when the white haired old woman attacked again, her strength of urging ten percent was returned.

There was another roar. The white haired old woman screamed and fell to the ground. There was only breath left. The Jindan friar was very confident of his own action. He had completely destroyed the other party, and he could not live. At least the white haired old woman also had the cultivation of the sixth floor of the Jindan. She should also have some valuable things on her body. If she made this skill, she would certainly be able to earn more points.

Thinking of this, the monk on the ninth floor of the golden elixir fell to the ground and had to search himself. Unexpectedly, the white haired old woman suddenly rushed at him and shouted, ”son, return my son.”

The white haired old woman's speed was not much slower than before, as if she had not been injured at all. The ninth floor friar of the golden elixir was shocked. Did he make a mistake just now? Or did the other party's previous performance be false? I wanted to make a good performance, but there was a mistake. If he was injured by a sixth floor friar of the golden elixir in front of everyone, it would be a shame.