Mortal Bones

"boom!"

"Bang!--"

"In the second match, Duan Qingbo from Tingchao Pavilion lost!"

Under the Bronze Sparrow Tower, Hanjian Tianjun and Tianshou Dasheng were both stunned when they saw Duan Qingbo, who only took two punches from Xu Taiping and was then knocked away by Xu Taiping's fist, breaking through the protective golden light of his body.

The other monks watching the battle in the Bronze Prison also looked horrified.

After a long while, amid the uproar all around, Han Jian Tianjun frowned and shook his head and said:

"Duan Qingbo, a pure Dharma cultivator, is at a disadvantage against Xu Taiping without the protection of other martial artists."

The Great Sage Tianshu nodded and said:

"It's OK for a pure magic cultivator at the Jingtian realm to meet an ordinary martial artist at the same realm. But if he meets a first-rate martial artist like Taiping, he won't have the time or opportunity to use his magic, and his fragile body will be crushed."

Hanjian Tianjun approved and said:

"That's right."

He immediately added:

"It would be different if we were to encounter a cultivator at the Hedao realm. After all, the speed at which a cultivator at the Hedao realm can display his magical powers, as well as the protective measures of his innate magical weapons, are far beyond the reach of a cultivator at the Jingtian realm."

The Great Sage Tianshu nodded slightly, then sighed and said:

"It seems that, for challengers at this level, unless they are genius-level practitioners, martial arts practitioners are more suitable to help Xu Taiping improve."

Han Jian Tianjun looked towards the Bronze Sparrow Tower and frowned:

"It would be best if Xu Taiping could raise his ability to mobilize his own combat power to 100% today."

"Otherwise, if a powerful Tianjiao-level attacker appears in the next match, his training will have to stop here."

As he spoke, Hanjian Tianjun turned his gaze towards Tianshu Dasheng:

"I believe you also know, old man, that in each level of the Black Prison, a cultivator only has one chance to defend the ring every hundred years."

"If you want to have such a good opportunity to train again, it will only be a hundred years later."

While the two were talking, the boy standing on the Bronze Sparrow Tower once again said in a loud voice:

"The next challenger is Mo Qingzhu from the Bai Fu Sect."

After hearing this name, Hanjian Tianjun frowned and said:

"Hundred Symbols Sect? Never heard of it."

As he said this, he turned to look at the Great Sage Tianju and asked:

"Have you heard of that old thing?"

The Great Sage Tianshou shook his head and said:

"It should be a newly established talisman sect."

Hanjian Tianjun sighed and said:

"A cultivator of the same realm is of no use to Xu Taiping's training, and the one coming now is a talisman cultivator from an unknown sect."

"I'm afraid it's just another one-punch thing."

The Great Sage Tianshu also said with a serious expression:

"Let's take a look."

As he was speaking, there was a loud "bang" and a young man wearing an indigo robe, with his right eye blind and wrapped in a Yin Fu silk cloth, and carrying a huge bamboo slip on his back, appeared on the stage.

Obviously, the person who came was Mo Qingzhu from the Bai Fu Sect.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Mo Qingzhu excitedly bowed to Xu Taiping and said:

“Bai…Bai Fu…Bai Fu Sect…Mo…Mo Qingzhu! Hello, I’ve met you, I’ve met you, Taoist Wuming!”

This Mo Qingzhu seemed to be a little stuttering.

Xu Taiping didn't care too much about it, he just bowed and said:

"Nice to meet you."

The boy on the Bronze Sparrow Terrace smiled and said when he saw Mo Qingzhu coming:

"You two, let's stick to the old rules."

"The bell rings and the competition begins."

After saying this, the boy was about to leave, but just as he was about to leave the Bronze Sparrow Tower, he heard Mo Qingzhu suddenly raise his hand in a hurry:

"The boy is big, sir, sir, sir, sir, please stay, stay, stay, stay! ..."

Xu Taiping couldn't listen any longer and immediately looked at the boy and said:

"He asked you to stay."

Mo Qingzhu nodded heavily:

"right!"

The boy obviously understood what Mo Qingzhu said, and immediately said with a smile:

"Master Qingzhu, please speak."

Mo Qingzhu first looked at Xu Taiping with gratitude, then looked at the boy and said:

"Big, big, big, big, my lord!"

The boy smiled and said:

"Master Qingzhu, you don't have to be polite. If you have any requests, just tell me."

Mo Qingzhu was so anxious that his face turned red. After scratching his head vigorously, he took a deep breath and then spoke:

"I, I, I, I, I, I want, want..."

The more anxious he was, the more Mo Qingzhu couldn't speak.

His embarrassed look also made the monks watching the battle burst into laughter.

Hanjian Tianjun also laughed at this time:

"Is it common for talisman masters to stutter? Old man, do you still remember Liu Er? He is Li Er, who is now the Grand Elder of Xuan Fu Sect! It seems that he was also a stutterer in the past!"

"I have some impression." The Great Sage Tianju looked at the Bronze Sparrow Tower and asked without turning his head:

"Did he get better afterwards?"

Han Jian Tianjun smiled and shook his head:

"How can I be better? I am mute!"

The Great Sage Tianshou suddenly became indifferent.

While the two were talking, Mo Qingzhu was still stuttering and couldn't even finish a complete sentence.

In the end, his fair and delicate face was covered with sweat from anxiety.

At this time, Xu Taiping, who was watching silently at the side, suddenly called out to Mo Qingzhu:

"Daoyou, if it's inconvenient to talk about it, why not write it down?"

Mo Qingzhu's eyes suddenly brightened when he heard this:

"I, I do, do, yes, yes, yes..."

Realizing that he might not be able to finish this sentence, Mo Qingzhu nodded heavily:

"Um!!"

The boy beside him was not in a hurry either. He just smiled and nodded.

"Master Wuming is right. If it's inconvenient to say it, just write it down."