Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

This monk, who was shrouded in haze, couldn't tell his appearance. He only knew that he was a male cultivator.

There were two to three thousand monks present, and there was total silence at the moment. No one could identify the identity of the male cultivator whose face was covered up. However, Patriarch Jiao Wei had obviously fought with him before and recognized him immediately.

Although everyone did not know who this person was, they had all heard the name Li Chi Old Ghost from the mouth of Patriarch Jiao Wei.

That was a powerful being in the real ghost world, a casual cultivator, who was connected to the top three business alliances in the real ghost world, and was regarded as a guest.

In fact, the business alliances in each interface are related to many casual cultivators and Mahayana practitioners. It is precisely because of these casual cultivators that the business alliances can move safely in the interface and spread their shops widely.

Facing the two powerful men with whom he had fought, Ancestor Jiao Wei's eyes flashed with sternness.

If he were in the Three Realms, he would certainly not be afraid of the two people in front of him. He would have the confidence to defeat any one of them, even if the two of them joined forces, he would not be afraid. However, this is the realm of chaos, and the gap between the two sides has been greatly reduced.

Moreover, Patriarch Jiao Wei had already seen Master Nie Mie and Fairy Xu Ling in the crowd. He was also surprised that the others were actually standing together with Gu Yichen and Fairy Yuelu from the real ghost world. They obviously had a very good relationship.

Of course he knew who Gu Yichen and Fairy Yuelu were. Their strength was no worse than that of Old Man Kurong.

If he really wants to violate the rules of Miguang Island, even if he has contacted more than a dozen monks, he is afraid that he will not be able to suppress the surging sentiments of the crowd, and he might start a fight and be beaten by the crowd.

"Ancestor Jiao Wei, are you trying to mess up the rules of Miguang Island and want to take action openly in the Douji Workshop?" Qin Fengming moved forward, stood on the edge of the stone platform, looked at Ancestor Jiao Wei, and said loudly.

"Fellow Taoist misunderstandings, fellow Taoist Jiao just want to personally test the magic weapon refined by Qin Danjun. It will definitely not break the rules of Miguang Island. Since you have already made arrangements for the test, let's test it quickly. Let's see how Qin Danjun refines it. Whether the magic weapon made meets the requirements of fighting skills."

A monk suddenly spoke in the crowd and came to the rescue for Patriarch Jiao Wei.

Afterwards, there were several echoes, urging him to test the magic weapon quickly.

Qin Fengming looked at the person who spoke first. He was an old man with a red face and extraordinary appearance. He doesn't recognize it. Several other people covered Xingzang in the crowd, and Qin Fengming was unable to lock on to him.

These people must be acquainted with Ancestor Jiao Wei, and may have colluded with Ancestor Jiao Wei.

Qin Fengming snorted coldly in his heart,

Not afraid. As long as Patriarch Jiao Wei didn't unite with several people to intercept him, he had nothing to worry about.

Even if he met Ancestor Jiao Wei alone, Qin Fengming believed that he would be able to escape with great confidence.

Of course, Qin Fengming knew himself. Before he advanced to the Mahayana, he had no strength to fight head-on with Ancestor Jiao Wei. It is not possible in the world of chaos, let alone leaving the world of chaos and allowing it to restore Mahayana means.

Ancestor Jiao Wei looked at Qin Fengming coldly, snorted coldly, turned around, and walked away.

Yin Zhao secretly let out a sigh of relief. Of course he knew the name of Patriarch Jiao Wei. He was known as the number one person in the spiritual world. He was always ruthless and told the truth.

He could tell that Patriarch Jiao Wei had a grudge against the young man next to him.

Facing the top Ancestor Jiao Wei in the Three Realms, Qin Fengming showed no fear at all. This made Yin Zhao worried but also very curious.

Naturally, he would not ask, so he took advantage of the steps and immediately said: "Since there are fellow Taoists who are willing to test, and Lord Qin Dan also agrees, please go up to the stone platform and complete the test of fighting skills."

Five people immediately stood up and appeared on the stone platform.

Qin Fengming looked at the five people and didn't recognize any of them. However, he didn't care and said:

"You can test it, but you can only use an attack from the Mysterious Level. If you violate it, you are provoking the Douji Workshop, and the Douji Workshop can activate the stone platform ban to kill it. As long as you have no objections, that's fine. Ready to take action.”

The five people nodded, and Qin Fengming looked at Yin Zhao again: "Master Yin Fang, for the sake of fairness, the Douji Fang can also send two fellow Taoists to test."

"That's fine." Yin Zhao agreed happily without hesitation.

He was really worried that these five people were helpers found by Qin Fengming, so he waved his hand and asked two Doujifang monks to come on stage.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Fengming raised his hand, and the mist that had been suspended in front of him suddenly burst out with colorful rays of light. With a flick of his finger, a series of spiritual patterns flew out and disappeared into the mist.

Suddenly, a strange and terrifying clanking sound suddenly sounded from the fog.

Everyone was a little stunned. It was normal for the magic weapon to tremble slightly, but it sounded like the sound of sharp swords clashing. Doesn't this mean that Qin Fengming was refining several treasures?

Think about it, that is tens of thousands of materials with various attributes. Not to mention refining several weapons, even dozens or hundreds of them are more than enough.

"What is this? It looks like a formation disk."

The mist suddenly became thinner, revealing the true appearance of the magic weapon inside, and a sound of surprise rang out.

At this time, what was suspended in the void in front of Qin Fengming was a huge disk of several feet. The disk was not solid, but seemed to be extremely flexible. It was vibrating in the air. There were densely packed colorful strange lines on the disk, and the lines seemed to be colorful. It is woven with silk threads, flowing with gorgeous light, and the color is dazzling.

Those patterns are not just ribbons, but intertwined and changing, they are mysterious spiritual patterns. The spiritual patterns slowly flashed and swam, intertwining into a brilliant pattern. If you look carefully, you will see that there are densely packed colorful star points in the pattern. A vast forbidden aura is dormant in it and does not spread. The touch of spiritual consciousness makes everyone present suddenly feel as if they are facing the boundless starry sky, which is empty and deep.

It was this magical weapon that looked like a formation disk, and its power had not yet been fully demonstrated, but it had already given everyone an unshakable feeling.

"Okay, everyone can come one by one and chop this magic weapon with all your strength." Qin Fengming waved his hand and placed the huge disk in the void above everyone's heads.

The disc rotates slowly, and the pure vitality of heaven and earth around it is like a raging torrent, quickly converging, and a huge energy vortex is formed around the disc, frantically absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth around it.

A young man with a resolute expression and covered in magic mist was the first to step forward. Without any preparation, he suddenly raised his hand, and a paw print about ten feet long was wrapped in the vast magic mist, accompanied by mysterious spiritual patterns, such as A terrifying ferocious beast, with sharp fangs exposed and a harsh sound that broke through the air, suddenly flew towards the huge disk in the air.

Everyone exclaimed that this claw attack was definitely no less powerful than a full-strength strike from a late Xuan-level monk.

In an instant, the huge sharp claws collided with the huge disc flashing with colorful rays of light. There was no ear-splitting roar. In a ball of colorful light shining like the scorching sun, the huge claws that could claw out five huge holes in the mountain wall seemed to be grasped on a ball of cotton wool, making no sound.

The sharp claws were submerged in the bright rays of light and wrapped in spiritual patterns all over the sky. Even the violent energy impact that they should have did not appear, and they were annihilated without a trace.

The huge disk rotates, and the deep colorful lines sway and swell, like the rise and fall of a huge sea.

"Next fellow Taoist." Qin Fengming nodded, very satisfied with his magic weapon.

This is an old man. As soon as he appears, several people immediately shout out from the crowd below: "It's the Cold Demon Lord from the Real Demon Realm!"

This is a Mahayana man who is famous in the three realms.

He stepped forward without making any preparations. Demonic mist surged all over his body, followed by a clang. Suddenly, several rays of white light flew out, as if shattering the void. In just a flash, they arrived in front of the huge rotating disk. With a hissing sound, they immediately disappeared into the colorful rays of light and disappeared.

"Impossible, my sharp needle has lost its sensitivity!" An unbelievable exclamation resounded, and the old man's entire expression changed.

He is a devil incarnate, and those sharp white blades are the needles he was born with. Those needles are sharp and tough, and are difficult to damage by magic weapons of the same level. But now, he can no longer sense the aura of several obscene needles.

"The next fellow Taoist." Qin Fengming didn't move and spoke again.

Whether it's bombardment with magical powers or chopping with a magic weapon's sharp blade, as long as it touches the colorful rays of light released by the disk, it will immediately disappear like a mud cow sinking into the sea.

After a short period of time, the seven monks attacked one by one. The huge disk rotated in the void without any abnormalities, not even a roar.

Although Yin Zhao was mentally prepared, he was still shocked and speechless by what he saw in front of him.

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