Lin Hao didn't even look at the wind blade. With a wave of his sleeve, a terrifying spiritual power surged out and directly swallowed the wind blade.

Then Lin Hao turned his head and saw that the old man in black robe was attacking him.

The old man was thin, with cold eyes, and his cultivation level seemed to be quite weak. He reached the late stage of the Golden Pill! Similarly, more than ten other Golden Pill Cultivators sitting behind him also bet on Lin Hao coldly at this moment.

The late-stage old man in the Jindan who had just taken action saw Lin Hao breaking his wind blade with one move, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Lin Hao carefully.

"Fellow Daoist, don't you know the rules here?"

Lin Hao said in a faint voice: "I really don't know!"

"Hmph, since you don't know, you shouldn't trespass! This well is something we all recognize! How can you get close to it without authorization?"

The thin old man said.

Lin Hao said: "Then, how can I get close to that well?"

"Of course, it's a fight with strength!"

“See?

Whoever wins will have the opportunity to get close to this well!”

The thin old man said, pointing his finger at the two Golden Pill Cultivators fighting in the air! When Lin Hao heard this, he suddenly understood! It turned out that they were surrounded by this well for the competition! The purpose of the competition was to who was the strongest and who could get the first to get purple spiritual liquid to practice.

As for those who lose or die, of course there is no chance.

"I see."

Lin Hao heard this.

At this moment, two golden elixir cultivators who were fighting in the air suddenly screamed.

The middle-aged cultivator holding a flying sword suddenly shattered the flying sword in the air by a force. Then the black stick in the hunchbacked old man's hand had already roared out and hit his head! The poor middle-aged cultivator's head suddenly shattered and his body fell from the air.
Chapter completed!