Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the man who spoke with emotion.

This person is also a young and handsome man. He is only in his early twenties. At this time, he has reached the peak of Qi refining and is only one step away from establishing the foundation.

"Fellow Taoist, what do you think I am doing?" The other party said with some ridicule, "Isn't what I said wrong?"

"I once heard that the Shennong Sect dispatched less than a hundred people and then destroyed the Qingyang Sect?" Chen Mo asked in return.

"Then have you heard that Shennong City dispatched a powerful Yuanying realm?" The other party retorted, "In the entire vicinity of Beiyue City, including the three major families and seven immortal sects, there is currently only one Nascent Soul.”

Chen Mo nodded slightly and said politely: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for clearing up the confusion."

"Where." Bian Yicong felt baffled. Isn't this obvious?

The Nascent Soul has been mobilized, which immortal sect can resist? If there is enough time, one Nascent Soul can destroy the entire Beiyue City and all the surrounding immortal sects without any problem!

"Master, the disciple just now was from Bafang Pavilion, his name is Bian Yicong." Nie Xin introduced him in due course.

"Thank you!"

At this time, the game on the ring has ended.

Without anyone saying anything, the next pair of monks, who had already drawn lots, jumped onto the stage.

At this moment, scattered cheers rang out from the surrounding stands.

Just when Chen Mo was confused, Nie Xin on the side whispered very considerately: "This is the youngest son of the head of the Wei family just now."

"Wei Hongyi's youngest son?"

Chen Mo looked at the other person, and he looked very handsome indeed, somewhat similar to Wei Hongyi.

"Yes."

"How old is he?"

"Sixteen! Two years younger than me." Nie Xin sighed unconsciously.

She thought her talent was not bad, but compared to this person in the ring, she was still inferior.

"You are indeed young."

Chen Mo also lamented that when he was 16 years old, he had not yet joined the Immortal Sect or even become a spiritual cultivator. Now he is almost forty years old and has only refined the ninth level of Qi.

This time, the comparison is really different.

Wei Feng moved on the ring, and when he raised his hand, two dark-black puppets appeared in front of him. They looked very majestic, like warriors wearing black armor, and their strength was no less than that of ordinary monks.

And his opponent was not to be outdone at this moment, and played two talismans in succession.

One turned into thunder and struck at Wei Feng behind the puppet; the other acted on himself and jumped up lightly.

And in the midst of the lightning and flint, Wei Hongyi's youngest son had already avoided the thunder, and one of the puppets hit the opponent who was still dodging at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

Bang!

With such force, the monk was instantly knocked out of the ring.

One move!

In just one round, the decision was made.

At this time, several monks at the peak of Qi refining in front of and behind Chen Mo stood up one after another, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

"Is this a puppet he made?"

There was something incredible in Sun Yunxian's words.

"This is too much!" Bian Yicong also sighed.

"The Wei family has no shame, right? A monk in the Qi Refining Realm, who has been in Mo Keju for three years, can alone refine a puppet that is close to the Foundation Establishment Realm?"

For a time, there was already a voice of doubt here.

However, as Chen Mo was watching the ceremony for the first time, he naturally did not know the rules.

Nie Xin seemed to have noticed his doubts, so he explained: "There is a rule in the competition in Beiyue City. In addition to the exercises, spells and elixirs practiced by oneself, the rest include talismans, puppets, formations and other foreign objects. , all must be refined by the players themselves, and the magic weapons can only be used provided by the arena.”

With this explanation, Chen Mo suddenly realized.

Indeed, that puppet was much stronger than the average monk in terms of speed and strength.

If you have mastered the Spiritual Snake Body Technique to a great extent, you may be able to barely keep up. As for the attack, it should be impossible to prevent it with the Golden Armor Technique alone, and you must use ice crystals.

But even then, it is still a living target. It is difficult to attack Wei Feng behind the puppet!

In Chen Mo's view, the opponent's move is almost invincible within the same level.

…

The battle in the Qi Refining Realm lasted for about a day and a half.

After elimination after elimination, the final winner was naturally decided between Wei Feng and a relative of the Wu family.

The strength of this relative of the Wu family should not be underestimated either. He didn't even bring a magical weapon, but his superb spells alone made him invincible.

Chen Mo noticed that this person's spell seemed a little special.

Not only can he stimulate his own energy and blood, greatly increasing his own strength in a short period of time, it also seems to have the effect of weakening the energy and blood of others.

"What kind of magic is that?" Chen Mo asked in a low voice.

Nie Xin shook his head: "We have all seen it, but it is a secret of the Wu family. It is said that not everyone can practice it."

Chen Mo nodded slightly and wrote it down secretly.

On the arena, the fight has entered a fierce stage.

The more Wu Ming fought, the more courageous he became, and his energy and blood became more abundant. On the other hand, Wei Feng, although he had two puppets that were close to the Foundation Establishment Realm, could barely parry. The scene in front of him seemed to be somewhat different from what everyone had imagined. In and out.

"Wu Ming is still strong! Brother Sun, how confident are you that you can beat him if you play?" Bian Yicong asked.

"Fifty percent!" Sun Yunxian stretched out five fingers, not modestly.

"What about Wei Feng?"

"Thirty percent."

Several other peak Qi refiners, including Bian Yicong, looked at him at the same time.

"Oh? Do you think Wei Feng is stronger?"

"If we don't count the puppets, Wei Feng doesn't even have the qualifications to be Wu Ming's opponent. However, since I come from Xianwu Sect, my own skills are special, so I am naturally not afraid of Wu Ming's skills."

Everyone nodded.

So that's it!

In fighting, not only hard power is considered, but also the right time and place, and mutual generation and restraint are also very important.

With Sun Yunxian's strength, he may win against Wu Ming, but in front of two tireless puppets, he will definitely lose after a long time!

At this time, the situation on the ring also changed with the passage of time.

The special skills that can absorb the opponent's blood and qi became a little weak, and Wu Ming's spiritual energy was also consumed a lot. After a stick of incense, he still couldn't take down Wei Feng, which made him a little anxious.

And it was this fleeting flaw that the opponent caught!

He hit with one blow and was instantly knocked out of the ring.

"What a shameless way of playing!" Bian Yicong spread his hands, looking helpless.

Sun Yunxian also shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The spiritual energy in the body of the Qi Refining Realm is limited, and under high-intensity fighting, it often cannot last long.

But the puppet is different. As long as there are spiritual stones inside, it can fight without stopping!

"Brother Sun, will you go up later?" Bian Yicong asked.

"Go up! Why not! I can't weaken the reputation of our Xianwu Sect!"

The winners of the three major families have been separated. Wei Feng stood aside, with two mighty puppets beside him, looking like a king.

At this time, a golden elixir that had not appeared before flew onto the ring and said:

"Please take a rest, and the challenge will start in an hour!"

Challenge?

What does it mean?