Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Looking at the competition on the three huge arenas in front of him, Qin Fengming lost interest. He has already experienced this kind of competition countless times.

Back then, in the Tianyan Mountains of the Yuanfeng Empire, he had single-handedly faced tens of thousands of alchemy cultivators from the Demon Sect, and stayed in the extremely dangerous and scorching environment for ten years.Compared with this time, the battle experienced was much more tragic.At this moment, the fight in front of him seems to be lifeless like a fight between children.

There were sixty to seventy late-stage Guishuai and peak cultivators present, but there were only four or fifty people who really wanted to compete.

But even these 50 people, if they really all have to compete, it will take at least a few days.

Although Guishuai monks all have powerful natal magic weapons or secret techniques, it is not extremely easy to decide the winner in a short time.

Qin Fengming just watched a few matches before getting up. For him, this kind of competition was too much of a waste of time to stay here and watch, and he had no interest in sitting here for two days.

Although there were only eight competitions, one of the casual cultivators lost a left leg, and another old man surnamed Ding from the Immortal Cultivation family was chopped off by the opponent and died unexpectedly.

Faced with such a bloody scene, instead of shocking everyone present, there are many people who are eager to try.

As soon as his body moved, he went straight to the No. [-] ring.Just as Qin Fengming stood up, two monks also stood up, also wanting to fly to the No. [-] high platform where the winner had just been decided.It's just that Qin Fengming's movement was faster than those two, and he got ahead of them.

At this time, on the No. [-] ring, a big man in a red robe just defeated a yellow monk who was the first to appear on the stage using a black banner.At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the ring and recovering his mana.

The 50-year-old man with a sallow complexion defeated two late-stage Guishuai monks in a row. Although he was defeated this time, there was no sign of disappointment on his face. Instead, he flew back to the high platform with a happy face above.

"Fellow Daoist can restore mana as much as possible, and Fei can wait for fellow Daoist for half an hour."

Qin Fengming stepped onto the arena and looked at the big man in red robes hundreds of meters away, without showing the slightest expression.

Seeing that Qin Fengming was only in the late stage of Guishuai, the red-robed man who was the pinnacle of Guishuai immediately showed contempt and said: "Hmph, even if Pang has only half of his mana left, he can still defeat you, kid. I advise you if you don't want to It’s better to leave immediately after the fall. Otherwise, Pang won’t be able to stop if he strikes.”

Following the words, the big man in red robe jumped up and stared at Qin Fengming with a pair of surrounding eyes, showing a fierce look on his face.

"Hehe, since Fellow Daoist is so confident, let's do it."

Qin Fengming naturally didn't care about anything, seeing that the other party was ready to fight in an instant, he didn't say anything more.Following his words, a red glow shot out, and in a flash, he arrived in front of the other party.

Although at this time Qin Fengming had already suppressed the realm in the late stage of Guishuai, but this red sword magic weapon is a treasure that is good at speed. The monks present almost failed to catch the trajectory of the magic weapon, and they heard a scream.

"Ah!~~"

Amidst a terrified scream, the big man in red was dragging a black magic weapon that he hadn't yet sacrificed in his hand, and he was already standing on the spot in a daze.

At an inch or so from his neck, a red dagger that was only a few feet long was suspended there, and under a flash of red light, it looked extremely creepy.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Pang, you lost." Qin Fengming stood a hundred feet away with an extremely relaxed expression.

"You...you..." Sensing Senhan's sword resting on his neck, the complexion of the big man surnamed Pang had already turned purple liver.The opponent's magic weapon was too fast, and it was not afraid of being blocked by the shield. It almost flashed, and it arrived in front of him.Even the magic weapon of life, they were not sacrificed.

He was really unwilling to be defeated by the opponent in such a muddleheaded manner.

But at this time, his life is in the hands of the other party, as long as the other party has a spiritual thought, his head will be separated. Under such circumstances, he dared to say no.

Many monks present were not convinced by Qin Fengming's tricky attack. It is not too difficult to resist this kind of preemptive attack relying on a magic weapon good at sneak attacks. You only need to sacrifice a defensive magic weapon first. At that time, it will be difficult for the opponent to make achievements.

With a chuckle, Qin Fengming moved his hand, and the red magic weapon flashed back under his sleeve, and then disappeared.

The big man surnamed Pang gave Qin Fengming a hard look, and left the arena with great reluctance.

In this competition, Bajimen didn't say that if you fail, you can't compete again, so this big man still has a chance, but he can't challenge Qin Fengming immediately at this time.

"Hmph, it's nothing for the younger generation to rely on a quick magic weapon to sneak attack and win. If you have the ability, you can use this method to try it on the old man."

As the big man surnamed Pang left the arena, a figure flashed, and a cold air suddenly swept towards Qin Fengming's body.

Standing on the spot, Qin Fengming did not show the slightest strange expression, he stared at the old man in front of him coldly, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

This old man is not someone else, but one of the two people who called Yan Jing at the beginning called Wusha Shuangjue.

Hearing the cold voice of the old man in front of him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but frowned slightly, and looked at him, his expression had already returned to normal.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Helian. Fellow Daoist wants to weigh Fei Mou. That's good. Fei Mou also wants to see what the Heshi duo can do to defeat a ghost cultivator. But you alone It's hard to be Fei's opponent, let another fellow daoist come on stage."

Following Qin Fengming's unscrupulous words, almost all the thousands of monks on the scene heard them completely.

As soon as the old man Heshi took the stage, he already caused a commotion among most of the monks watching the battle.

Wusha and evil spirits have been famous for decades, as long as they are some knowledgeable monks, it can be said that no one knows their names.And the little-known yellow-faced middle-aged man in front of him actually said that he wanted to challenge the two of them, how could this not surprise everyone.

Even the members of the Bajimen who were sitting on the presiding stage at this time also showed a look of surprise in their eyes.

After the head of Bajimen whispered to the old man surnamed Wang, his lips moved slightly, and the sound transmission started.

"Patriarch Yan, but I don't know where this Fellow Daoist Fei is from?"

At this time, Yan Jing was equally astonished. This ghostly and handsome monk who appeared at the same time as the ancestor, knew the name of Heshi's double murderer, and dared to provoke the two with such a big fanfare, which made him have to suspect This is a person in the realm of ghost king.

Although he was skeptical, he was a little unsure, because the senior Yan from Bajimen showed nothing unusual, which was enough to show that he didn't find anything wrong with the monk named Fei.

"Master Chong, this Fellow Daoist Fei is only an elder of my Yan family who once met him in Fangshi. He said that he is a local casual cultivator and rarely goes out. This time because of After seeing the announcement from the noble family, I asked the Yan family to recommend me to come here."