Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

In fact, the Foundation Establishment cultivators present did not have much fear in the face of this spiritual weapon of the cultivator surnamed Fang. If they met it in other places, they would have a way to resist it, but on the battlefield, The space is small and it is difficult to display it.

At this time, the old man in sackcloth suddenly appeared on the stage, and there was an uproar at the scene.

From the words of everyone, Qin Fengming already knew that this old man was also a very famous person in this place.His name is Liu Daotong, and he is practicing in Chuanyun Mountain, which is [-] to [-] miles away from here. Among the monks of the same level, his methods are also extremely amazing.

Although the monk surnamed Liu and the monk surnamed Fang did not have a close relationship, they had heard about each other. When they saw each other at this time, they both raised their vigilance to the extreme.

"Hehe, Liu wants to ask Fellow Daoist Fang for some advice, and I hope that Fellow Daoist will be merciful."

Although the cultivator surnamed Liu spoke politely, there was no expression on his face, and he was still as cold as ice.

"I don't dare, I hope Fellow Daoist can tolerate one or two."

The two of them had finished their conversation, they clasped their fists together, they didn't say any more, they both knew that this battle was going to be extremely dangerous, everyone concentrated their attention and didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Following the gesture of the ancestor of the Xiao family, the two used their own means to fight together.

After the orb spirit weapon flashed out, it still wrapped the body of the monk surnamed Fang, and under high-speed rotation, it hit the monk surnamed Liu standing in front.

But just as the monk surnamed Fang sacrificed the ball, the old man surnamed Liu standing opposite was making a tactic in his hand, and suddenly, a cloud of blue mist gushed out from his body.

In the blink of an eye, his body was completely wrapped, and then the blue mist spread towards the surroundings at an extremely fast speed. Within two or three breaths, it spread to a radius of twenty or thirty feet.And there is no intention of stopping at all, and it still spreads towards the outside.

Just as the old man surnamed Liu was casting a spell, the ball that wrapped the monk surnamed Fang was already close to the blue mist, and in a flash, it jumped into the mist.

"Bang, bang..."

Immediately, from the dense fog, a series of huge impact sounds came out.

Across the blue mist, the foundation-building monks present couldn't penetrate the barrier, and their spiritual consciousness could only penetrate a few feet into the mist, but they couldn't enter any more.

But under Qin Fengming's powerful spiritual consciousness, he still saw clearly what happened in the mist at this time.

At this time, within the blue mist of the old man surnamed Liu, the speed of the huge orb spiritual weapon dropped suddenly, and it was moving slowly within the mist.

Outside the sphere, there were streaks of cyan sword energy several feet long constantly attacking.Under the attack of this sword energy, the huge ball could not help but pause slightly, shaking violently.

The cultivator surnamed Fang who was inside the sphere was also shaken in his heart at this time, the magic mist from the opponent was extremely powerful.

Not only can it block the rapid flight of spiritual weapons, but it can also transform into sword energy.As a result, it is difficult for the ball to get an inch in front of the opponent.If it goes on for a long time, it is bound to be broken by this huge sword energy.

At this point, the monk surnamed Fang moved his mind, and the huge ball flew out of the blue mist with great difficulty, and stopped thirty feet away.

"Liu Daoyou's Qing Miasma Art is really powerful, and Fang is greatly admired." The ball was retracted, revealing the face of the old man surnamed Fang.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Fang, if you don't come up with real means, I'm afraid you won't be Liu's enemy." Under the turbulent blue mist, he didn't pursue, but hesitated on the spot.

Although the two spoke politely, their voices were extremely cold.

"Forget it, let Fang Mou experience the power of fellow daoist's green miasma tactic." Following the words of the monk surnamed Fang, his face became extremely dignified as he made a tactic with both hands.

In just a moment, I saw a layer of colorful light flashing out of his hands, wrapping his hands in circles.

After a short pause, I saw his right hand raised, and then quickly shot forward.

With the movement of his palm, a palm-like colored palm print flew forward rapidly.After leaving the hand, it grew rapidly, and when it flew more than ten feet away, it had already become two or three feet high.

Carrying an astonishing pressure, this palm print galloped directly towards the blue mist, and submerged in the mist in an instant.A hole appeared, but was covered by blue mist in an instant.

"Huh~~bang~~"

Following the sound of piercing the sky, a crisp sound came from within the blue mist, and then a violent shout sounded:

"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Fang is really powerful." His voice was full of anger.Thinking about it, the old man surnamed Liu must have suffered a small loss under the attack of the monk surnamed Fang just now.

The monk surnamed Fang looked serious and didn't answer, his lips were tightly closed, but his hands kept slapping forward, and huge colorful palm prints kept flashing, hitting the monk surnamed Liu one after another.

The old man surnamed Liu, who was invisible in the blue mist, would not be attacked again. The mana in his body circulated, and the blue mist rolled violently, and huge cyan palm prints appeared, facing the colorful palm prints.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

When the two huge palm prints collided, there were bursts of huge collision sounds at the scene.When the two palm prints intersected, they dissipated into the air at the same time, showing an evenly matched state.

This kind of attack by the two monks is much more powerful than the spirit weapon.It will be difficult to destroy this palm print if the top spiritual weapon collides with it.

Everyone at the scene knew that the two monks who were fighting at this time were burning their mana to fight again. Judging from this situation, if one wanted to win or lose, only if one of them was weak in mana could there be a result.

The two people on the scene could not advance or retreat at this time, they could only use their magic power to attack each other, hoping that the opponent's magic power would be exhausted soon.

After watching coldly from the sidelines, Qin Fengming already knew that this kind of competition would be extremely unfavorable to the old man surnamed Liu. The blue mist outside his body was originally the illusion of his mana. Consumes a lot of mana.

The huge cyan palm also relies on its own mana, and every time one is lost, the mana will be weakened by one point.

Although the monk surnamed Fang also attacked with his own magic power, he had no other concerns, and his magic power was only consumed on the palm print.In the long run, the old man surnamed Liu will definitely lose.

Before the time for a meal, the result Qin Fengming expected appeared in front of everyone.

In the end, the old man surnamed Liu was defeated due to lack of mana, and was dragged into the stands by members of the Xiao family.

The winning monk surnamed Fang was also pale, and his body couldn't help shaking, and he was already overwhelmed.

Five hours later, the monk surnamed Fang stood up, and at this time he had already returned to normal.

Facing the stands, he smiled slightly and said, "Fang has returned to normal, I don't know which fellow Taoist will come out to compete with Fang again."

After the battle just now, all the monks who established the foundation were silent in their hearts. Facing this old man surnamed Fang, everyone knew that they were definitely not his opponent.

After a long silence, no one was on the stage, just when the patriarch of the Xiao family was about to announce that the monk surnamed Fang had won the competition, an indifferent voice sounded:

"Since no one has stepped forward to challenge, let Wei Mou come out and try."