Chapter 243: The killing move of the Daoist cultivation—no moral principles

Under the watchful eyes of the public, facing a favorable situation and a huge advantage, the young Zheng Shanchuan agreed to the bet.

The risks involved were imaginable. Once he failed, he would become Fang Yuan's slave for the rest of his life.

"Be careful of the poison"

Seeing the topic of this round, Orochimaru's astonishment subsided and he sneered: "The older you are, the wiser you are."

He took a deep look at the old man from Qishan who was about to die.

Tangshan ignited hope: "Be careful, this is a secret that is unique to the people from Qishan, and it is not known in the outside world.

He even proposed to determine the winner based on the duration of the continuous Gu, so Fang Yuan is likely to lose! "

"That's right." Sarutobi Hiruzen's weathered face couldn't hide his joy, he gloated: "Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan, you've lived for five hundred years, haven't you learned a single thing?

We have an old saying in our country of Sakura: Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. "

On the surface, he seemed to be speaking from the heart and feeling sympathy for the latter, but in fact, he was filled with joy and excitement.

This is because Zheng Shanchuan had such a huge advantage in this gambling battle of refining Gu.

Now, Fang Yuan's chances of winning have narrowed again.

The whole place was silent.

The gambling fight officially begins.

Soon, voices of discussion were heard throughout the world.

"Old man Fang Yuan, your self-confidence is actually overflowing hahaha."

"Young people nowadays have no sense of martial ethics, their intentions are sinister, and their victory is not fair!"

"Who made Fang Yuan so self-righteous that he allowed the other party to set all the questions and accepted the set time standard?"

When people walk by the river, how can they not wet their shoes.

Wu Liuqi shrugged indifferently: "It doesn't matter if Lord Fang Yuan lost, but he doesn't care about losing a rank 4 Gu worm."

Tang Shan immediately retorted, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's not necessarily true. A great demon leader was defeated by a teenager in the field of cultivation. If this gets out, it would be a huge loss of face for him."

While the war of words was going on, both sides had already started to make poison.

But Fang Yuan was still studying the Gu recipe and had not yet started to make the Gu.

Zheng Shanchuan has mastered nearly ten methods of refining poison and is extremely proficient at them.

Liang Bing was amazed and opened her red lips slightly: "After all, I underestimated him. This little brat is really a Taoist genius. His master-level level is well deserved."

"Compared to him, Fang Yuan's talent in cultivation is just mediocre." Zhang Chulan looked at Zheng Shanchuan with admiration, feeling the young man's drive.

As time went by, more and more people became pessimistic about Fang Yuan.

Zheng Shanchuan was already far ahead, so Fang Yuan continued to refine the Gu methodically. Although the speed was increasing, it was just a last-ditch effort.

People who are watching from a God's perspective feel this way, but Zheng Shanchuan, who is actually gambling, is under tremendous pressure.

Zhang Ya understands: "It's normal. In a running competition, the one leading the race is often the one with the most psychological pressure.

The same principle applies to refining Gu and gambling. "

As time passed, Fang Yuan actually approached step by step under the surprised gaze of everyone!
[Zheng Shanchuan's eyes suddenly became determined: "Well, let me use my trump card to leave you far behind!"]

Hearing this, everyone became curious about the killer move he mentioned.

"Zheng Shanchuan's Gu refining speed has slowed down." Dongfang Yuechu soon began to notice this change.

At this moment, they saw Zheng Shanchuan from afar, his body enveloped in golden light.

"That's it, that's the trend of using the ultimate move!" a LOL game anchor shouted excitedly.

Everyone's attention was focused on him alone.

The young Gu Master didn't know yet that he was being watched by a group of people from all walks of life who were as ferocious as wolves and tigers.

The golden light formed a bell shape, covering the fireball and sucking all the materials scattered on the floor tiles into it.

After six breaths, the golden bell slowly dissipated.

The prototype of a small heart Gu appeared before everyone in the world.

They immediately became excited. "What the hell?! He completed the most complicated step of the Little Heart Gu in one go. Is he cheating?"

"You are so ignorant that you don't know there is such a thing as a killing move? This is clearly a killing move of the Dao of Refining!"

"Ordinary killing moves are difficult to master, and the killing moves of the Dao of Refining are even more so. Zheng Shanchuan is so young, but he has already mastered it. He is truly extremely talented and has a bright future."

Tang Shan said hypocritically: "Alas, Fang Yuan, you are indeed capable, but you are too proud and complacent to be defeated by a young boy.

But you are at a disadvantage, so it is an honor to lose, hahahaha."

The mocking voice sounded so harsh to Five, Six, and Seven.

Looking at Fang Yuan who was still using basic techniques to refine Gu, he said anxiously: "Is he really going to lose to Zheng Shanchuan?"

[Zheng Shanchuan exhaled: "I'm sure to win! I used my ultimate move to grind six portions of Gu materials in an instant, completing the longest step in the entire Gu refining process."]

As soon as the words fell, Wuliuqi felt a chill in his heart.

He used the Dao-cultivating killing move to skip the most difficult step and left Fang Yuan far behind.

unless
Fang Yuan also used his Dao-refining killing move to catch up with the progress.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cold and cruel.

So far, no one has seen Fang Yuan making Gu and using any killing moves.

Orochimaru's face was heavy: "This move is a sure win or loss.

Zheng Shanchuan stabilized his mentality, and now he was refining the Gu, not giving Fang Yuan any chance. "

"Give up, he has no hope of winning." Sarutobi Hiruzen remained calm and smiled inwardly.

【Zheng Shanchuan had to admire Fang Yuan’s steadiness: “Unfortunately, this victory is ultimately...

Green Radiance Gu, I’ve got it!”】

The young man is full of vigor and vitality.

However, just when the victory or defeat was about to be determined, loud laughter suddenly rang in the ears of everyone in the world.

Upon hearing Fang Yuan's laughter, Master Curse Spirit's smile disappeared and his face fell: "Not good. If Fang Yuan laughs, a reversal is bound to happen."

The sight of the Three Kings Mountain spreading its wings, the Wanwo in the Royal Court Blessed Land, and so on are still vivid in my mind.

Tang Shan was so frightened that he trembled and said incoherently: "What's going on, Fang Yuan, what are you laughing at, could it be that you really have a killing move of the Dao of Refining hidden?"

Thinking of the previous irony, everyone was shocked.

The slap in the face happens again, and the clown mask is about to be put on the face.

【Fang Yuan laughed and said: "Zheng Shanchuan, you are defeated. Look at my killing move of the Dao Refining Technique!"】

After these conclusive words were spoken, the faces of those who had insulted and slandered Fang Yuan turned red and then pale.

Zhang Chulan smiled: "Fang Yuan has lived for more than 500 years, his cultivation level is not bad, he has a few killing moves. Uh uh."

He was silent.

Everyone in the Ten Thousand Worlds was speechless and stared at Fang Yuan blankly.

Fang Yuan took out a poisonous insect and crushed it in front of everyone.

[Zheng Shanchuan roared: "You! You actually crushed the Green Radiance Gu!"]

As his concentration was distracted, the ball of fire in his hand became unstable and suddenly exploded.

As the rabbit rises and the magpie falls, the gambling battle of refining the Gu ends.

Without any confusion, Zheng Shanchuan was defeated by the explosion of the poisonous insect.

Fang Yuan refined the Caution Gu in an orderly manner.

There was no suspense in this gambling fight, and Fang Yuan won in the end.

Most people in the world were like sculptures, and were silent.

The old Taoist priest looked at him with sympathy: "Poor child, you gambled your whole life and ended up in failure."

Becoming Fang Yuan's slave, with the former's behavior, Zheng Shanchuan was afraid that his future would be bleak and he would be reduced to being a tool for refining Gu.

(End of this chapter)