Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 663: This is not an elder contest, it is clearly a fight between children

Chapter 663 This is not an elder contest, it is clearly a fight between children

Elder Tu looked down at the mountain and sea pestle in his hand, and his eyes lit up.

Isn't his great pestle an advantage?

Elder Tu raised his eyes and smiled meaningfully at Elder Yuan.

Elder Yuan frowned, before he understood what he meant, he saw him holding up the mountain and sea pestle.

Elder Tu poured his profound energy into the mountain and sea pestle, and in an instant the mountain and sea pestle emitted a dazzling golden light.

Even though Elder Yuan didn't know Elder Tu's intentions, he wasn't stupid enough to stand there waiting to be beaten.

He raised the fairy sword and stabbed at Elder Tu's chest.

Elder Tu was startled, and a stream of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Do you want to be so ruthless?" Elder Tu yelled while blocking it with the mountain and sea pestle in his hand.

The golden pestle collided with the fairy sword with a "bang", and Elder Yuan was sent flying, retreating tens of meters before finally stopping.

Elder Yuan stopped and stared blankly at the big pestle in Elder Tu's hand, it was so powerful.

Elder Tu himself was also stunned, he was actually not very familiar with this mountain and sea pestle, just now he had a whim, wanted to pour his profound strength into this large pestle, and try its power, but he didn't expect it It turned out to be so powerful.

After Elder Tu was stunned, he suddenly raised his eyes and smiled sinisterly at Elder Yuan, "I'm sorry, old Yuan."

Elder Yuan suddenly had a bad premonition, and before he could think of a countermeasure, the Shanhai Pestle on the opposite side chopped off his head.

He was startled, and immediately raised his sword to block it, only to hear a "bang", and the fairy sword was smashed out of a tooth by the mountain and sea pestle.

"You son of a bitch!" Seeing that the Immortal Spirit Sword was destroyed, Elder Yuan became angry instantly, and regardless of whether the Shanhai Pestle was strong or not, he picked up the Immortal Spirit Sword and slashed at Elder Tu.

Elder Tu didn't expect to smash Elder Yuan's fairy sword, so he felt a little guilty, and he didn't dare to attack, he just kept defending.

Elder Yuan slashed twice, but he was relieved, so he stopped hitting, and directly put away his sword, and said to Mo Beichen, "I admit defeat."

Hearing that Elder Yuan had conceded defeat, the disciples immediately began to discuss.

"Are you admitting defeat? It's too easy for Elder Tu to win."

"That's right, it's not decided yet."

"Didn't you see that Elder Tu is holding a divine weapon? Elder Yuan can't beat it."

"Isn't that artifact made by Elder Mo? It's really amazing."

Elder Tu won the competition, but everyone's focus was on his artifact. All of a sudden, both male and female disciples looked at Mo Beichen in unison. The disciples all looked admiring and obsessed.

Mo Beichen ignored the eyes of his disciples, raised his eyebrows in surprise and announced, "Elder Tu wins!"

Elder Tu didn't expect Elder Yuan to admit defeat, so he touched his nose obsequiously, feeling a little helpless.

Elder Yuan flew back to the high platform holding the fairy sword directly, and threw the sword in front of Mo Beichen like a fool, "My sword was broken by the magic weapon you practiced, you have to pay me."

Elder Yuan is the smartest, so naturally he didn't just admit defeat casually.

There are three reasons for him to admit defeat, one is that Elder Tu's mountain and sea pestle is really powerful, the other is that he doesn't want to face Shijiu for a while, and the third is naturally wanting to blackmail a divine weapon.

Mo Beichen stared blankly at the notched fairy sword on the ground, completely unable to figure out what the broken sword had to do with him.

Elder Tu also flew over, looked at the gap in the sword and said embarrassedly, "Boy Mo, you can refine it for him, I accidentally smashed it, I will provide the materials."

Mo Beichen frowned and sighed softly, "I'll talk about it later."

The two were overjoyed in an instant, and they did not directly refuse, that is to say, they agreed.

Elders Su and Elder Feng were very envious, wondering whether they would have to find a chance to smash their own weapons.

Mo Beichen glanced at the sweating Elder Tu and frowned slightly.

"Let's invite the two elders to fight." Mo Beichen turned to Elder Feng and Elder Su.

Elder Feng glanced at Elder Su resentfully, and flew onto the stage with his head down.

"Junior Brother Feng, please give me some advice!" Elder Su bowed his hands to Elder Feng politely.

Elder Feng frowned and glanced at Elder Su, then summoned his long sword, "Today we are only competing with sword moves."

Elder Su's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer, he just took out his long sword.

Although they both use long swords, they are of different grades. Elder Su's is a divine grade, while Elder Feng's is an immortal grade.

The two of them didn't talk too much nonsense, and they quickly got together.

As if they had agreed upon it, they did not use their profound strength, and they each fought their sword moves.

Both of them have exquisite sword skills, one is fast and the other is powerful.

After a cup of tea, Elder Su looked at Elder Feng panting, "We can't tell the winner if Junior Brother Feng continues like this."

Elder Feng frowned, and before he could speak, Elder Su over there switched to using profound strength.

Elder Feng had no choice but to use his profound strength. In fact, if there was a way to decide the outcome, he would not use his profound strength at all.

The two matched dozens of tricks again, and dazzling white profound energy collided with each other, like fireworks blooming in the dark night, so gorgeous that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Actually, in terms of profound strength, Elder Feng's cultivation base is higher, but Elder Su's equipment is better. He has always liked to collect all kinds of weapons and magic weapons. As far as Elder Feng's magic weapon is concerned, it is much better.

In terms of cultivation, Elder Su is naturally no match for Elder Feng, so after dozens of moves, Elder Su began to use magic weapons.

"Thunderbolt ball!" Elder Su shouted sharply, and a ball with lightning appeared on top of Elder Feng's head in an instant.

Before Elder Feng could react, several arm-thick bolts of lightning struck his head without warning, and it was too late for him to hide.

After a burst of crackling, Elder Feng's originally smooth hair completely turned into an afro.

"Hahahaha..." The disciples laughed unceremoniously.

The originally boring martial arts competition began to become amusing at this moment.

Elder Feng's eyes turned red with anger. He took precautions against everything, but he still fell for his trick.

Elder Feng squeezed the long sword in his hand tightly, and glared at Elder Su angrily. Just as he was about to explode, he heard him yell again.

"Dragon fire rope!" A dragon rope with flames flew towards Elder Feng in an instant.

Elder Feng frowned, and immediately dodged, but he was still kicked.

"Ah!" Elder Feng screamed in pain, and immediately sat down on the ground and rolled around, only then did he extinguish the fire burning on his buttocks.

"Hahahaha..." There was another burst of wild laughter.

Xiang Liyang, Bai Yihan and Bai Ruyue all turned their eyes away when they saw their master's miserable state.

Elder Feng was in a terrible state of distress, but Elder Su didn't stop, and kept throwing away his magic weapon.

"Sky Star Lantern!"

"Red iron ball!"

"Green radish bottle!"

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Each time Elder Su threw something away, Elder Feng got an extra injury, and he changed beyond recognition in a short while.

If he hadn't seen him become like this with his own eyes, no one would have recognized that this was the gentle and elegant Elder Feng back then.

"Hahahaha..."

Whether it is the disciples or the elders, they all leaned forward and backward with laughter, and some of them were already hiccupping from laughter.

The white raccoon couldn't help laughing too. I didn't expect that Mr. Su, who was usually serious, would have such a playful side.

This magic weapon was thrown like a radish and green vegetables. He didn't look like he was here to compete, but rather to show off his magic weapon. This is a bit like Uncle Su's temper.

Fortunately, although Uncle Su has many magic weapons, they are not very powerful. Otherwise, Uncle Feng might have to confess here today.

"Hahahaha..." Elder Tu on the high platform even slapped the table and thigh, laughing until tears came out.

Elder Yuan also shook his head with a smile, "This old man is too hateful. Fortunately, I didn't get to be in the same group as him this time."

I remember that he was the unlucky one ten years ago. Even though Lao Su didn't have as many magic weapons as now, he was not much better than Lao Feng now, and he was laughed at by everyone for a long time.

Bu Yangzi, who has always been serious, laughs like a beard. This old man does this every year, and no one wants to be in a group with him.

Even Mo Beichen, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but smile now.

What kind of elder contest is this? It's clearly a fight between kids.

"Hidden Water Umbrella!"

Elder Su raised his hand casually, and a water-blue flower umbrella flew over Elder Feng's head in an instant. He only heard him mutter something silently, and the flower umbrella opened with a "crash", and he felt cold Bone-piercing ice water poured down from the top of Elder Feng's head in an instant.

Elder Feng, who had become a frozen dreary chicken, shivered coldly, and finally got angry, "You're not finished yet."

"It's coming, it's coming, there aren't many things left." Elder Su didn't look up, he was still flipping through the available magic weapons in his storage ring.

Elder Feng was trembling with anger for an instant. He didn't want to resist or do anything. He threw his sword to the ground angrily, "Play slowly, I admit defeat."

As soon as Elder Feng heard that he was going to admit defeat, Elder Su raised his eyes and said urgently, "Don't, I will surrender when I finish playing the last few magic weapons."

There are really not many, maybe seventy or eighty.

Elder Feng glanced at the two magic weapons in his hand, only to feel his head getting bigger, "I'll admit defeat."

Compared to dealing with these magic weapons, he felt that it was easier to admit defeat. If he had known this, when he was drawn in the same group as him just now, he should have surrendered directly.

Elder Feng turned to look at Mo Beichen, and was about to speak when he heard a voice preemptively said, "I admit defeat!"