Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Following the words of the monk surnamed Chengdan, Xiao Songting hurriedly raised his hand, and a shield flashing with huge aura appeared in front of him, and in a flash, his body was protected tightly.

Seeing that the other party was so cautious, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, this time Wei will not use the flying needle weapon again. If you have any means, you can use it with all your strength."

Seeing what the monk opposite said, the old man surnamed Xiao was secretly furious. Once upon a time, a dignified monk at the top of the Foundation Establishment was actually frightened to the point of being intimidated by a mid-level Foundation Establishment cultivator.

But seeing that the other party neither activated the spiritual shield nor used any spiritual weapon, I couldn't help but feel surprised. I didn't know what the other party meant by this move. For a moment, he didn't know what to do and stopped on the spot.

At this time, there were no more competitions on other high platforms. Even if there were clan members who wanted to challenge, they stopped. Thousands of monks were all concentrating, watching closely the two people competing on the high platform in front of them.

Everyone was very curious about the monk named Wei who was in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even though they knew that there was a secret treasure in the Double Snake Valley, Honghu Island still dared to challenge it. It seemed that Honghu Island was definitely sure of victory. This kind of fighting scene between two tigers is something that no one will miss.

Even the old monsters who turned into infants on the high platform were watching the arena attentively, not missing anything.

Seeing that the other party was no longer using his spiritual weapon to attack, Qin Fengming was also stunned. After a second thought, he understood what the other party was thinking. He couldn't help but smile and said with a smile: "Since Fellow Daoist Xiao asked Wei to take action first, you're welcome."

As his voice fell, he waved his hands continuously, and immediately, pieces of spiritual weapons were sacrificed by him in the air. After everyone watching the battle carefully counted them, they discovered that there were actually ten spiritual weapons, and these ten spiritual weapons were full of spiritual weapons. They were undoubtedly top-notch spiritual weapons.

Sacrificing ten top-level spiritual weapons at once is absolutely unique among low-level monks fighting.

No matter how powerful these spiritual weapons are, they have to be driven with all their strength by spiritual consciousness, which is not something ordinary foundation-building monks can do.

Judging from the conventional judgment in the world of immortality, if you are a monk in the Qi Gathering Stage, you can generally flexibly drive two to three magic weapons. Any more would mean focusing on one thing and not the other. The mana of monks in the foundation-building stage is greatly increased, and their spiritual consciousness is not comparable to that of monks in the gas-gathering stage, but it can only drive five or six spiritual weapons, and no more than eight at most.

Of course, spiritual weapons such as the Nine-Sword Chain Blade are not included in this list, because when controlling it, you only need to control the mother blade, and the other nine-handled blades will naturally be flexible and obedient.

At this time, when they saw the monk surnamed Wei sacrificing ten top-level spiritual weapons at once, and all of them were extremely flexible, the thousands of low-level monks on the scene were all stunned, staring, and could not speak for a long time.

Just when Xiao Songting was shocked, Qin Fengming no longer hesitated. With a movement of his mind, ten top-level spiritual weapons carried huge pressure and slashed towards the shield in front of the monk surnamed Xiao.

"Bang~"

With a deafening sound of impact, the spiritual weapon shield in front of Xiao Songting exploded, and pieces fell onto the stone platform one after another.

Among Qin Fengming's several spiritual weapons, three of them were specially re-refined by him. They had been dripped with the mysterious liquid. Although the level did not break through the boundaries of spiritual weapons, their power was higher than that of top-level spiritual weapons. Not small.

Mixed in among the spiritual weapons, even the old monster transformed into an infant would have difficulty detecting anything strange.

As the shield of the spiritual weapon shattered, Xiao Songting finally came to his senses. At this moment, he regretted that he had not taken advantage of the opponent's hesitation to activate his own secret technique. Now, even if he sacrificed his spiritual weapon again, he could not resist it. Attacks from the opponent's ten top spiritual weapons.

As he retreated sharply, he immediately shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist Wei, stop it, Xiao has admitted defeat."

With a slight smile, Qin Fengming waved his hand and put the ten top-level spiritual weapons into his sleeves. He cupped his fists at the monk surnamed Xiao opposite him and said with a chuckle:

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, I accept the concession."

This time, he took action after a lot of consideration. Regardless of whether the other party had the powerful spiritual weapon that Xiao Qinghao mentioned,

Under the shock of his own ten spiritual weapons, it was difficult for the other party to do anything. What happened next confirmed his thoughts.

Seeing the monk surnamed Xiao returning in defeat, a stern middle-aged monk wearing a black robe sitting on one side chuckled and said coldly: "Huh, just ten spiritual weapons, I made my fellow Taoist bow his head and admit defeat. It seems that the Xiao family doesn’t have any powerful methods.”

Hearing the ridicule of the middle-aged monk in black robe, the monk surnamed Xiao was angry, but he did not refute.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, I wonder which one of you and me will come out to compete with the monk surnamed Wei?"

Another monk sitting on one side spoke immediately at this time, and his words did not have any abnormality at all. It seemed that he did not pay much attention to the monk standing on the field.

"Since you, Shuang Snake Valley, paid a huge price for me to come here, and if you don't move your hands and feet, you can't bear the few pills you paid, I will let Huang come on stage to teach that boy surnamed Wei a lesson."

The middle-aged man in black shirt smiled coldly, paused briefly, and then said gloomily.

Regarding what the monk surnamed Huang said, the monk surnamed Xiao who was sitting upright did not change much. He still said politely: "Xiao is here to wish fellow Taoist Huang a good start. Success is imminent."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man in black just snorted softly in his nose and did not speak any more. With a movement of his body, he flew up and arrived at the competition ground.

"Hmph, the boy surnamed Wei opposite, if you take the initiative to admit defeat, Huang will let you go. If you want to reach out, Huang can't guarantee that you can leave the ring safely."

Qin Fengming looked intently and saw a middle-aged man in his forties standing opposite him. At first glance, this man seemed quite decent, but upon closer inspection, he immediately realized that this man had a... There was a cold aura. Qin Fengming was also stunned when he heard the words of the monk opposite. In front of so many powerful people, the monk opposite dared to say such words. He did not take the Xiao clan seriously.

Just when Qin Fengming was about to retort, a voice came into his ears: "Fellow Taoist Wei, don't be afraid. This person is just a disciple of the Red Devil boy and a disciple of Lord Evil Spirit. What methods can he use?" , you can cast it, I will decide everything for you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Fengming's heart suddenly changed, and he already understood the origin of the person in front of him.

It turns out that when I first came to Shengyou Island, I met an old man in red clothes with an evil face and became an elixir. I heard from the descendants of the Xiao clan that he was a red devil master, and his master was named Lord Evil Spirit. He never thought that the domineering middle-aged monk named Huang in front of him was his disciple.

It seems like birds of a feather flock together, master and apprentice are all of the same kind.

Qin Fengming would not pay attention to the threats from the monk surnamed Huang. As long as the Lord Evil Spirit did not come forward in person, or if he encountered the Red Devil Master, he could not defeat him, but he was still somewhat sure about escaping.

"Fellow Daoist Huang's tone is quite serious. Wei asked for advice to see what kind of means Daoist Daoist has to dare to say such arrogant words."

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