Although these Jumu tribesmen know that Li Yan and Zhao Min are both Golden Core monks, not many know their specific realms.

Some people still guessed that this female golden elixir should be stronger, but they still echoed the people around them and ridiculed Li Yan together.

"Okay, let me see the heaven-reaching magic of human monks!"

As Tingshan spoke, the man flew up and arrived at the martial arts arena below in an instant.

For him, of course, it would be more satisfying to fight against a strong person.

Zhang Ming is from the same sect as the female cultivator surnamed Zhao, and this female cultivator is most likely also a poison cultivator, but as those around her said, wood attribute spiritual power is the best attribute spiritual power for alchemy and healing.

When his cultivation has reached his level, he is really not afraid of most poisons, of course, if he is prepared.

The martial arts arena is ten miles long and wide. In fact, this kind of martial arts arena is far from enough for monks in the foundation-building stage to fight.

Generally speaking, martial arts arenas such as those of sects and cultivating families are basically used for martial arts battles by Qi Condensation Stage disciples.

For monks in the Qi Condensation Stage, there are only two meanings.

One means it's a fair fight.

The second type is a life-and-death fight, which involves activating the protective formation of the entire martial arts arena and trapping the monks in them to fight until one party dies. This is enough for the Qi Condensation monks.

With cultivation levels like Tingshan and Zhao Min, they will soon be able to fight in the air. That is their main battlefield, and the martial arts arena is more like a symbol.

Zhao Min's body blurred, and when he reappeared, he was standing in the martial arts arena.

It is about a hundred feet away from Tingshan, which is the best distance for physical cultivators to launch attacks. The two are facing each other from a distance.

After Tingshan stood still, his aura was rising steadily. When Zhao Min just landed in the arena and looked at him, he immediately started moving, without giving the opponent time to build up his momentum.

One look at it and you can tell that Tingshan is very experienced in fighting.

Tingshan stamped his feet fiercely on the ground, and his whole body rose into the air, as if in a running posture, a strong wind blew up, pulling his body into a long afterimage in the air.

A green light glowed outside his body, one hand was clenched into a phoenix-eye fist, the index finger was arched upward, the knuckles were raised, and the arm was in a half-curved shape.

Arriving in front of Zhao Min in an instant, he determined that Zhao Min and Li Yan were from the same sect, and must also be poison cultivators.
Chapter completed!