Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

As soon as the foundation-building monk finished speaking, Chen Yuan immediately stroked his storage bag, and two more magic weapons appeared in front of him.

A black flying sword and a small green shield, both of which were top-grade magic weapons.

Chen Yuan pinched the magic formula with his hand and shouted softly:

"Fast!"

Clang!

The black flying sword made a sword sound and shot out!

At the same time, the black-robed monk was not far behind, and also summoned two top-grade magic weapons, a spiked mace and a huge yellow tortoise shell.

Seeing the flying sword coming, he was not in a hurry and pinched the magic formula with his hand.

The yellow tortoise shell suddenly grew to three feet in size and blocked him.

Puff!

The black flying sword hit the tortoise shell, making a muffled sound and flying back, but the tortoise shell did not move at all.

The magic formula in the black-robed monk's hand changed, and he grinned:

"Go!"

The mace flew towards Chen Yuan and smashed down!

Chen Yuan was not in a hurry. The spell in his hand changed, and the green shield shone brightly, turning into a thick light shield about the size of a foot, blocking the mace.

Bang!

The light shield flashed twice and sank slightly, but it blocked the mace's blow.

The black-robed monk immediately recalled the mace and charged for the next attack.

But at this moment, Chen Yuan urged his magic power, and the flying sword slashed at the black-robed monk again.

Then, he took out a talisman and threw it out.

The talisman burned and turned into three green light blades about the size of a foot, slashing at the black-robed monk, forming a pincer attack with the flying sword.

This is the wind blade talisman, and the light blade it turns into is extremely sharp. It is the top middle-grade magic talisman, and its price is comparable to that of the top-grade magic talisman.

The black-robed monk did not dare to neglect it. He blocked the flying sword with the tortoise shell, took out a golden talisman from the storage bag, and slapped it on his body.

The talisman burned and turned into a set of golden light armor, covering the black-robed monk.

Chen Yuan recognized it at a glance. This was a mid-grade magic talisman, the Golden Armor Talisman. He also had one in his hand, which had extremely strong defensive capabilities and was also the top mid-grade magic talisman.

Clang!

The green light blade slashed on the golden armor, flashed a few times, and both were destroyed.

"It's impolite not to return the favor. You should also taste my methods!"

The spell in the black-robed monk's hand changed, and the mace suddenly grew another foot larger. The black spikes stretched to three inches in size and smashed towards Chen Yuan!

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank, and he urged his magic power. The green light shield became thicker and thicker, and took the initiative to meet it.

Bang!

The light shield flew back, and the surface was like broken glass, with a few cracks.

The mace was blocked and its momentum was slightly reduced, but it continued to smash towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan stepped back, took out a golden armor talisman, and slapped it on his body.

Bang!

The golden armor was smashed by the mace, disintegrating into dots of golden light.

But the mace also bounced high under the recoil force.

The black-robed monk laughed happily:

"I'll see how many times you can block it!"

As he said that, he continued to use his magic power, and the mace emitted a burst of black light again, and was about to smash it again.

But Chen Yuan would not sit and wait for death. He stroked his storage bag, and five more talismans appeared in his hand, and he threw them all out.

The five talismans burned and turned into fifteen wind blades, slashing at the black-robed monk!

At the same time, Chen Yuan's spell in his hand changed, and the blade of the black flying sword was wrapped in a layer of strange blood light, and slashed down!

The black-robed monk's face changed drastically, and he didn't care to continue to use the mace. He stepped back.

Five wind blade talismans are one hundred spirit stones, which is equivalent to half a medium-grade magic weapon.

This person must be from a family of immortal cultivators!

When the black-robed monk retreated, his hands were not idle. He first slapped a golden armor talisman on his body, then took out another talisman and muttered something.

Two breaths later, the talisman burned out and turned into a golden bell, covering him inside.

This is a top-grade magic talisman, the Golden Bell Talisman, which has much stronger protective ability than the Golden Armor Talisman.

Under the two layers of protection, the black-robed monk was relieved, stopped, and activated the tortoise shell to block the black flying sword.

Swish!

The flying sword slashed on the tortoise shell, and the blood flashed and disappeared, leaving a deep mark on the tortoise shell.

The black-robed monk showed a look of pain on his face, but before he could launch a counterattack, fifteen wind blades had already slashed on the golden bell.

Clang!

The golden bell flickered a few times and collapsed at the same time as the twelve wind blades.

The remaining three wind blades slashed the golden armor, and then there was no way to continue. The black-robed monk barely blocked this attack.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Chen Yuan use five wind blade talismans again, turning into fifteen wind blades, shooting at him!

The blade of the black flying sword also lit up with a strange blood light again, slashing towards the tortoise shell!

The black-robed monk's face changed wildly, and he shouted:

"I admit defeat!"

The foundation-building monk who was watching the fight immediately raised his hand and waved, and a wall of earth rose from the ground, blocking the black-robed monk.

The wind blades hit the earth wall and disintegrated, leaving only traces of an inch deep.

The foundation-building monk waved his hand again, and the earth wall collapsed, turning into a ball of yellow smoke and dust, dissipating with the wind.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, took back the black flying sword and the green small shield, and bowed to the black-robed monk:

"Thank you."

The black-robed monk's face was gloomy, and he took back the mace and tortoise shell, without even looking at Chen Yuan, turned around and walked off the stage.

He lost very aggrievedly.

In this competition, Chen Yuan used a total of twelve top-grade mid-level magic talismans, which was enough to buy a good mid-level magic weapon.

This is simply throwing spirit stones at people!

The direct descendants of the Xiuxian family are no more than this.

Moreover, Chen Yuan's magic weapon is not a mortal thing. His turtle shell magic weapon is made from the back shell of a first-level upper-level turtle demon mixed with a large amount of black iron. It is extremely hard, but can be easily cut by a black flying sword. break.

The black-robed monk's heart couldn't help but twitch at the thought of repairing the turtle shell with another stroke of spiritual stone.

It was unfair that God put him together with this kind of second-generation ancestor!

…

After the black-robed monk stepped down, the foundation-building monk in the air said to Chen Yuan:

"Take out your Ascension Order."

Chen Yuan took out the Immortal Ascension Order and raised his hands high.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator waved, and the Immortal Ascension Order flew into his hand, injected with a trace of mana, and threw it back to Chen Yuan.

"Tomorrow, come with the Ascension Order to participate in the second round of competition. Come on down."

"yes."

Chen Yuan received the Immortal Cultivation Order and did not dare to waste time. He turned around and walked off the ring.

"The monk who draws number B and eighteen, come on stage to compete!"

Behind him, the foundation-building monk said lightly, and two more monks came on stage to start a competition.

Chen Yuan turned around to look, only to find that it was a colorless transparent mask from the inside, and it was blurry from the outside, making it impossible to see clearly the fighting skills of the two people inside.

The same was true in other arenas. Chen Yuan stopped staying and returned to the room to meditate to restore his mana.

He controlled two high-grade magic weapons at the same time, and used twelve medium-grade magic talismans in succession, consuming more than half of his mana.

This is his biggest weakness. His magic power is thin and he cannot fight for a long time.

The magic power of the five spiritual root monks is not pure enough, and it is difficult to compare with the four spiritual root and true spiritual root monks, let alone the earth spiritual root and heaven spiritual root monks.

If he is a Tianlinggen cultivator, his magic power is so pure that he can activate twenty wind blade talismans in one breath without changing his expression.

Chen Yuan is also well aware of this weakness of his, so he can only fight quickly and hit people with the talisman.

Eleven wind blade talismans are only two hundred and twenty spiritual stones.

In the past five years, Chen Yuan concentrated on refining elixirs. Excluding the consumption of starlight infusion, he sold all other elixirs. Including the spiritual stones earned in the previous seven years, he accumulated a total of 3,317 spiritual stones, and even It is comparable to some foundation-building monks.

This is inseparable from Chen Yuan's 60% elixir-making rate. One batch of elixirs he made was equivalent to two batches made by other alchemists.

Moreover, it only took him three days to refine an elixir, while other alchemists needed six days, and the elixir refining time was far less than his.

When the two are combined, Chen Yuan alone is worth three or four alchemists.

Such a huge net worth allows him to spend his spiritual stones as much as he wants.

Today in the ring, he used ten wind blade talismans to make the black-robed monk voluntarily admit defeat.

In the storage bag, there are thirty wind blade charms, waiting to bloom.

The two high-grade magical instruments he used today were also bought at the Golden Toad Society in the past two years. They are both top-notch high-grade magical instruments. They cost a total of nine hundred spirit stones.

The black flying sword is called "Bloodlight Sword". After injecting mana, the sword's edge can stimulate a bloody light. It is extremely sharp and can break through magic weapons of the same level.

The small green shield is called "Green Condensation Shield". As the name suggests, it can be condensed into a light shield and has extremely strong defensive capabilities.

These two high-grade magic weapons are not weak in power and consume a lot of mana. That's why Chen Yuan did not hesitate to use the talismans today to fight quickly.

In addition to the Blood Light Sword and Qing Ning Shield, Chen Yuan also has other means, waiting for his next opponent.

…

The next day, another bell sounded throughout the valley, and Chen Yuan and the remaining eighty-seven monks came to the front of the ring to draw lots.

This time, Chen Yuan drew the "Ding No. 9" lottery.

The bye spot fell to a lucky female cultivator.

After the draw, the first group of monks came on stage to compete. Chen Yuan came to the No. 9 arena and waited patiently.

The battle between the Qi Refining monks would not last long. Chen Yuan waited for two quarters of an hour before the competition between the first two groups of monks was over.

He came to the stage and his opponent was a young Confucian scholar.

This person is the same as the black-robed monk yesterday. He uses two high-grade magical instruments, a judge's pen, and a mottled bamboo slip, one for offense and one for defense.

The judge's pen is ordinary, but the bamboo slip is quite strange. It can fly out individual ink characters, has the effect of entangling and blocking adhesion, and its defensive ability is not weak.

Chen Yuan used a full sixteen wind blade talismans and consumed most of his mana to force the Confucian scholar to admit defeat.

After the competition was over, the Confucian scholar walked away indignantly, apparently thinking that Chen Yuan was a child of a monk family.

After a night's rest, Chen Yuan regained all his power and participated in the competition on the third day.

After the second round of competition, there are forty-four monks left in the Ascension Conference, and there will be no more byes.

This time, Chen Yuan won the "No. 12" lottery.

As long as he passes this round of competition, he can enter the Lingyun Sect.

But when he saw the monk standing opposite, his expression changed.