Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Not long after they stood in the competition arena, they saw Sect Master Wang, whom they had met once when they first entered the arena, appearing in the air with several people.

Looking at the disciples below, he smiled and said loudly:

"Disciples of the Luoxia Sect, listen to the truth. I don't need to say more about this selection of our sect. Everyone is already aware of it. I hope that all the disciples can show their strongest strength to win the top forty places. To represent me Luoxia Sect participated in the competition for mineral resources.

A total of 734 disciples have signed up for this selection. After evaluation by the deacons, they all meet the requirements. Now, all the disciples who participated in this competition will draw number plates. The competition will be based on the numbers on the drawn number plates. The drawing of number plates will begin next. "

Following Sect Master Wang's words, an old man flew out and hovered in the air, dragging a large black flower basket with his hands and feet.

Without the old man saying anything else, a disciple immediately flew up, came to the old man, stretched out his hand and took out the jade tokens from the black flower basket.

Following the disciples, Qin Fengming also flew up and came to the old man.

Before he could reach out his hand, his divine consciousness had already glanced out. But what shocked him was that as soon as his consciousness touched the black flower basket, it was immediately bounced back by a covering wall.

Seeing this, the old man chuckled and snorted softly, without saying anything.

Qin Fengming's face suddenly turned red, but he knew that he was not the only one who hit this wall. Not daring to stay any longer, he stretched out his hand to take a jade token from the basket, turned around and flew aside.

Holding the jade plaque in his hand, he could see a line of numbers on it, which was exactly the number one hundred and thirty-four.

Thinking secretly in his heart, Qin Fengming knew that he would undoubtedly compete in the 134th place.

The battle between low-level monks generally takes a long time, because low-level disciples do not have many secret skills and can only rely on magic weapons to fight. It is not easy to decide the winner between monks of equal strength.

Seeing that all the disciples participating in the competition had drawn their number plates, a middle-aged man immediately appeared in the air, glanced at the disciples below, and said loudly: "Now, the disciples who have drawn numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4 will go to the corresponding places." In the venue, the competition is carried out. During the competition, it is stopped as soon as the point is clicked, and no other people's lives are hurt. Violators will be severely punished. "

Following his words, eight disciples immediately flew out from the crowd and entered the corresponding competition arena in the air.

Qin Fengming used his spiritual consciousness to scan and found that among the eight people, four were at the eighth level of the Qi Gathering Stage, and two were at the ninth level.

Two monks in the Dzogchen realm.

In the arena that looks like a ball in the sky, there is already a Foundation Establishment Master standing in it. Needless to say, it is obvious that these four people are the ones responsible for the competition among the disciples. There are four foundation-building monks presiding over it, so even if a disciple suddenly fails, they can give him a helping hand in time.

After the referees waved their hands in each game, the four venues started the competition at the same time.

Qin Fengming had already had several battles with other monks, so he could judge the strength of everyone in the field with just a quick glance.

Facing two monks at the peak of their Qi Gathering Stage, their opponents were in no danger at all, and the winner could be determined in an instant.

But a fight between two disciples of the same level would take a lot of time. Because of these two competitions, the two sides fighting were two disciples at the eighth level of Qi Gathering stage, and the other two were two disciples at the ninth level of Qi gathering stage.

The result of the competition was exactly what Qin Fengming expected. The two monks at the peak of the Qi Gathering Stage won extremely easily, while the other two battles lasted for nearly an hour before the winner was decided.

As the two competitions ended, disciples holding jade cards No. 5 and No. 6 immediately appeared on the stage.

The competition went on one after another, making Qin Fengming drowsy. No interest at all. Such extremely protracted competitions are no longer in his eyes.

Although Qin Fengming had only been practicing immortality for a few years, six monks of the same level had fallen into his hands at this time. And among them there are monks who are at the level of Qi Gathering Stage.

Looking at these painless competitions now, he felt extremely boring.

After finding a relatively secluded place, Qin Fengming no longer paid attention to the competition field, but closed his eyes and meditated to rest.

Time passed slowly, and when it was getting dark, all trials were carried out until the 56th.

When the winner was determined in all four venues, Sect Leader Wang leaped out again and announced: "Disciples, it's getting late today. The competition ends here. We will continue after breakfast tomorrow."

Although for the monks, the night is no different from the day, but for the disciples on the ninth level and below during the energy gathering period, they must eat.

Facing all the competitions today, Qin Fengming couldn't arouse the slightest interest. In such a competition, as soon as his top magic weapon comes out, most of the monks will have no choice but to abandon their swords and admit defeat.

Early the next morning, the competition started on time.

Just when Qin Fengming felt that he had nothing to do, suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in the competition venue. When he stared at it, Qin Fengming couldn't help but the expression on his face moved.

This gorgeous woman is none other than the senior sister named Zeng who originally asked Qin Fengming to refine the top-level magic weapon.

Qin Fengming's spiritual consciousness swept over her, and at this time, Senior Sister Zeng was already at the peak of her Qi gathering stage.

I saw Senior Sister Zeng wearing a light red palace dress today, with a light pink ribbon tied around her waist, making her look slim and radiant. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he aroused cheers from many male disciples, immediately making the lifeless competition arena lively and noisy.

Senior Sister Zeng’s opponent was a disciple at the ninth level of Qi Gathering Stage. Facing Senior Sister Zeng’s flowery face, the disciple seemed a little reserved. He had not even competed yet, so he was three points weaker.

As the uncle who presided over the competition raised his hand, the competition began.

Senior Sister Zeng was not careless at all. As soon as she started, she waved her jade hand, and a blue shield appeared around her delicate body. It was a green water shield talisman. Then he raised his jade hand again, and a high-grade magic weapon appeared in his hand. When he raised it, it turned into a startling rainbow and flew towards the opponent.

The male disciple did not hesitate, stretched out his hand and offered a talisman, which turned into an earthy yellow shield to wrap his figure. While waving his hand, the same high-grade magic weapon flashed out. After a surge, it turned into a length of nearly ten feet, dragging a ray of light to intercept the magic weapon.

All of a sudden, two high-grade magic weapons that showed considerable power struck and collided in the air, fighting endlessly. It was hard to tell the difference for a while.

Faced with the magical weapon being intercepted by the opponent, Senior Sister Zeng did not hesitate at all. She waved her jade hand again, and a red giant ax flashed out, carrying a cold light, and slashed down, slashing straight at the man opposite.

Facing the powerful weapon taking off, the man was stunned, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Judging from the power of the magical weapon offered by the opponent, there is no doubt that it is also a high-grade magical weapon. And it itself, at this time, no longer has a corresponding magic weapon.

As a last resort, he could only grit his teeth and take out a medium-grade magic weapon from his palm.

For ordinary disciples in the late Qi Gathering Stage, if they are not backed by a cultivating family, their cultivation talents are not that excellent. When their cultivation reaches the ninth level of the Qi Gathering Stage, they can have a top-grade magic weapon. This is already a very rare thing.

Following the release of the two high-grade magic weapons, Senior Sister Zeng no longer made the slightest move, looking at each other with a faint smile on her pretty face.

Four magic weapons were flying and circling in the air, dazzling everyone. The man's medium-grade magic weapon only lasted for one meal, and his spiritual power was greatly lost, making it difficult for him to fight again.

The man originally wanted to sacrifice another medium-grade magic weapon, but he hesitated again and again and ultimately did not sacrifice it.

He knew that even if he sacrificed the magic weapon again, he wouldn't be able to support it for long. After all, the other party had two high-grade magic weapons. But he only has one.

The young man understood the idea, took back his magic weapon, bowed and flew out of the protective shield.

Senior Sister Zeng won without any suspense, causing thousands of low-level monks present to burst into cheers. Senior Sister Zeng calmly put away the two high-grade magic weapons and flew away from the competition ground.