All My Skills Are Picked Up

"In the Original World, the token is the biggest pass!"    

"We can't hand over the token."    

"Deacon Zhang, don't go too far."    

Seeing Zhang Yi walking over, the four martial artists in front of them simultaneously chose to retreat.    

Zhang Yi's reputation was so great that it was even above Zhou Yuming's. After all, after Zhang Yi revealed her Saint Level cultivation method in the first round, she became completely famous. No matter how one looked at it, the identity of a Holy Deacon disciple and the Saint Level cultivation method were the hottest topics of the competition. If it wasn't for Lo Tian's outburst in the second round... Who knew how many gamblers would have switched their bets?    

"Leave the token!"    

Zhang Yi would not be polite to them and directly attacked.    

Her palm was covered with a golden light and Zhang Yi shouted.    

"Spiritual light manifesting, endless clones!"    

With those words, Zhang Yi actually pulled out four clones behind her back and attacked in all directions at the same time.    

Clone technique!    

Any technique that was related to this ability was at least above super. Without a doubt, Zhang Yi's cultivation technique had already reached the Perfect Level. There were no flaws in it at all.    

In an instant, the four martial artists were tied up by Zhang Yi. She had no intention of letting any one of them go.    

And when these martial artists saw that they could not leave, they also showed their fierceness and attacked one after another.    

For a time, martial qi bloomed with radiance. With an explosive sound, dust rose into the air.    

Not far away, Lo Tian also saw the rising smoke and dust from the battle. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. With the thought of taking advantage of the situation, he hurriedly rushed in that direction.    

Too slow, too slow.    

Running while jumping was really too slow. At this moment, Lo Tian really hated himself for melting all of his movement techniques. If he still had some movement skills to increase his speed, he would definitely be much faster than now.    

"En?"    

Lo Tian, who was rushing, suddenly felt a strong wind coming from the side.    

He did not dodge. Instead, he suddenly stopped. Immediately, a ray of light brushed past his face and took away two strands of his hair. If he took another step forward, the ray of light would probably penetrate his face.    

"There's someone!"    

Lo Tian slowly turned around and saw a black shadow crashing into his arms like the wind. Then he heard a series of sounds.    

"Mad Feng Ci, kaleidoscope, answer! Answer! Answer! Answer..."    

After stabbing for an unknown number of times, the other party finally turned around and returned. It dissipated and landed on the ground. The short sword in his hand lightly flicked his hair. He lowered his head and said, "You are unlucky to have met me, Feng Hou. Hundred Thrusts of Fierce Wind, whoever gets stabbed in the heart will get hurt."    

Lo Tian looked at this man with an awkward expression.    

"Uh, who are you?"    

Lo Tian asked.    

Feng Hou was shocked at first, then he looked up at Lo Tian's face. Feng Hou's body was very short, about 1.4 meters. This height belonged to a third-class cripple in Lo Tian's hometown. It was impossible to find a wife, but it was very practical to beg for food.    

It was hard to explain his appearance in a word. Anyway, the word 'rotten melon and cracked jujube' was not enough to describe him. He was dressed in a tight black suit, and his butt could be seen clearly. Oh my god, there was even a hole in his butt. Lo Tian felt that his eyes had been hurt. He saw a tuft of black fur.    

"You're not dead?"    

Feng Hou looked at Lo Tian in shock. When he recognized Lo Tian's face, he was even more shocked. "Didn't someone say that you were struck by lightning just now?"    

Obviously, Feng Hou had a way to contact the outside world. He even knew that Lo Tian had fallen to the ground. When he looked at Lo Tian's chest again, Feng Hou saw that Lo Tian, who had been stabbed hundreds of times by him, didn't even have a drop of blood flowing out.    

That's not right, didn't he just stab into his chest?    

Feng Hou was a little stunned. His sword was a very sharp weapon, and it was as tall as a Grade 9!    

"Are you still human?"    

Feng Hou asked with a clear voice.    

This was a very good question, and Lo Tian didn't know how to answer it. After thinking for a while, he said, "It should be counted, even though I am a zombie now."    

Feng Hou looked at Lo Tian, who had his arms straightened and his body stiff, and his expression was even stranger.    

"Revive after death? Become a zombie? My god, are all Devil Cultivators spectral cultivators so bold now?"    

Feng Hou obviously thought of Lo Tian as a spectral cultivator. Lo Tian shook his head and said, "I am not a spectral cultivator."    

"I don't care if you are a ghost cultivator or not. I will take care of you first. Martial Tower might even owe me a merit."    

Feng Hou rushed over once again. His speed was very fast. His movement technique seemed to be at least of a high level, as he turned into an afterimage. He charged in a straight line and attacked with lightning.    

If it was anyone else, they might not even be able to see his movements. But in Lo Tian's eyes, he was still too slow. Right now, there was only air current and no body.    

The truth of the cultivation technique was right in front of him.    

Lo Tian suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand towards the left. The shadow that had attacked him from the front disappeared in an instant. Instead, Feng Hou's figure appeared in Lo Tian's palm.    

Such a diversion technique was indeed a little weak for Lo Tian. Both of his hands grabbed Feng Hou's neck, and Lo Tian's face was calm. On the contrary, Feng Hou wanted to stab Lo Tian to death. Unfortunately, his short arms could not reach Lo Tian's chest. He swayed back and forth and could only say with a flushed face, "Just two inches more!"    

Lo Tian squeezed his neck hard. The strength of his hands made Feng Hou's face turn purple. Feng Hou immediately stabbed Lo Tian's arm again.    

Unfortunately, there was still no blood. Lo Tian's stiff arm was as hard as iron. "Shing!"    

Feng Hou suddenly made a sound and his body turned into smoke and disappeared from Lo Tian's hands. Lo Tian's left eye lit up with the Torch Dragon and looked around, "Your movement technique is not bad, can you perform for me again?"    

"You dare to look down on me? I think you won't shed a tear until you see your coffin!"    

"What the hell?"    

Lo Tian was confused by his words. Then Feng Hou suddenly appeared behind him and attacked Lo Tian's head. He could already see that Lo Tian's movement was slow. It was just that his attributes were very high, and his skills and defense were very high.    

He was planning to take Lo Tian's life with this attack.    

His attack carried the wind and the short sword was covered with lightning. Feng Hou's attack was a sure-kill attack, and it contained three streams of Qi Breaking Power. As long as it hit, no matter where it hit, it would explode instantly.    

However, when his sword was only an inch away from the back of Lo Tian's head, he heard a furious roar in his head.    

It sounded like the roar of a giant dragon. Roar!    

His palm paused, and the short sword fell to the ground. Lo Tian slowly turned around, and his eyes were filled with azure light. High-level mental talent, Pressure!    

Indeed, to ordinary warriors, mental talent was a real killer move. With just one move, Feng Hou didn't even have the chance to resist. He fell to the ground on the spot.    

Lo Tian saw Feng Hou hugging his head and twitching on the ground. He jumped forward and stepped on him with his feet.    

He then used his feet to take out the token from ___'s body and bent down to pick it up.    

"I will gladly accept your token."    

Lo Tian smiled and clenched his fist. Instantly, the pressure on his body disappeared.