Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Just before Qin Fengming launched his attack, among the dozens of foundation-building monks present, except for Xiao Jinxuan's uncle and nephew, it could be said that no one believed that the monk surnamed Wei standing in the field could defeat the old man surnamed Fang.

No matter what kind of secret skills the middle-aged man named Wei has, the old man surnamed Fang can still do it by relying on his amazing secret skills and dealing with them.

But as the middle-aged man spoke, what appeared in front of everyone was a scene that was difficult to explain.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wei did not use any secret skills, but shook his hands and sacrificed hundreds of low-level talismans, fire bullets and talismans.

This fire bullet talisman was useless in the eyes of the foundation-building monks, but the attack effect it displayed shocked the hearts of all the monks present.

Because with the monk's spiritual consciousness, when Qin Fengming's fire bomb flew out, everyone had already discovered that although the shape of this fire bomb was very similar to that of the ordinary fire bomb talisman, the energy it contained was much greater. Several times more.

A single fire bomb attack is as powerful as a spiritual weapon attack.

Upon realizing this, all the Foundation Establishment monks present were immediately shocked. If they were to face such an attack, there would be absolutely no way to break it. There would be no other way out than to perish.

The old man surnamed Fang, who was the target of the attack, was initially shocked when he saw the opponent firing hundreds of fire bombs, but he didn't take it seriously.

In front of his own spiritual weapon spinning at high speed, these elementary and low-level talismans can be used forcefully.

But when he realized that the fire bombs unleashed by the opponent were extremely powerful, his face suddenly changed. Only then did he realize that each of the fire bullets offered by the opponent had the power of a spiritual weapon attack.

Upon realizing this, he was filled with panic. Hundreds of fire bullets equivalent to the attack of a spiritual weapon attacked the spiritual weapon outside him. Even if the spiritual weapon was several times stronger, it would still be unbearable.

Just when there was no room for action, he once again used his secret technique. A huge palm print two or three feet high was instantly activated and flew away against the swarming fire bombs.

The huge palm print met the first batch of fire bombs in an instant. With a loud bang, the powerful colorful palm print was hit by hundreds of fire bombs, and both sides burst out with dazzling light at the same time. , flickered, and simultaneously dissipated in front of the old man named Fang.

As the old man watched with extremely shocked eyes, the second wave of hundreds of fire bombs that followed had already attacked the huge ball in front of him.

The roaring sound then sounded, and the spherical spiritual weapon that he thought was extremely tough immediately fell apart and shattered under the huge explosion.

The last dozen or so fire bombs came straight to his door without any hindrance.

Seeing this, the mind of the old man surnamed Fang suddenly went blank. The fall was so close that he lost any means of defense. His face was pale and his eyes were blank, without any movement.

Just when the fire bombs began to fly away from Qin Fengming's hand, the old man named Xiao standing at the edge of the competition field suddenly disappeared, and the afterimage shot towards the old man named Fang in a flash.

When the fire bombs appeared, he had already judged that the old man named Fang would never be able to withstand this blow.

When the old man surnamed Xiao moved his body, his magic weapon had already flown out and flew towards the old man surnamed Fang, hoping to receive the blow.

But it was extremely far away from the two of them. Although it was quick to detect opportunities, it was still slower than Qin Fengming's hundreds of fire bombs.

Before the magic weapon of the old man surnamed Xiao could fly closer, two roaring sounds were heard, and at the same time the remaining fire bombs were already flying close to the old man surnamed Fang.

"Ah, not good."

The old man surnamed Xiao shouted while flying. Just when he thought that the monk surnamed Fang would not survive this time, he saw the more than ten fire bombs suddenly stopped three feet in front of the old man surnamed Fang. Not forward. It was as if there was a wall blocking it.

When such a magical scene appeared, even the flying old man surnamed Xiao also stared with disbelief.

Facing this scene, he knew that this was definitely not the fault of the old man named Fang.

It must have been the intention of the middle-aged monk who had been smiling after this appearance.

Being able to control the fire bullets in such a mysterious realm, even the old man surnamed Xiao, who is a Chengdan monk, was greatly impressed.

As we all know, after the low-level primary talisman is successfully activated, it is no longer controlled. It just keeps moving forward until it touches the thing in front.

But the middle-aged monk in front of him could actually make dozens of fire bombs suddenly stop. This kind of control technique even surprised the old man named Xiao himself, who was a Chengdan monk.

Seeing that the old man named Fang was not in danger, the ancestor of the Xiao family took back his magic weapon with a thought.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Fang invited me. Wei made an accidental move and destroyed Fellow Daoist's spiritual weapon. This was really not Wei's wish. Wei had a famous saying at the beginning. As soon as Wei came up with his tricks, Fellow Daoist's spiritual weapon would definitely be in trouble. Preservation, now it has indeed come true.”

Qin Fengming pointed his finger in the air, and dozens of fire bombs stagnant in front of the old man exploded simultaneously and dissipated in the air.

It was only then that the old man surnamed Fang woke up from his daze. He lowered his head and looked at the fragments of the spiritual weapon at his feet, but his heart could not calm down.

He never thought that the ball spiritual weapon that had performed many great feats for him would be destroyed in front of him.

Looking at the middle-aged man surnamed Wei who still had a smile in front of him, the old man surnamed Fang felt fierce in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, his neck tendons bulged, his teeth gritted and his eyes were as red as if they were filled with blood. I couldn't say a word for a long time.

Qin Fengming understood very well what the old man in front of him was thinking, but he did not show the slightest hint of timidity. He still smiled and stared at the other person calmly.

"If Fellow Daoist Fang thinks this battle with Wei is still a trick, the two of us can start over again until Fellow Daoist is satisfied."

Seeing that the other party had not spoken for a long time, Qin Fengming smiled and said calmly.

Although everyone knows that Qin Fengming's battle is still speculative, he has long said that his master is a master of talisman making. He must have many such talismans on his body. Even if he fights again, it will be difficult for the monk surnamed Fang to get more. Good to go.

After standing for a long time, monk Fang slowly let go of his hands and his face returned to normal.

Although he is still dissatisfied in his heart, he has been controlled by the opponent twice. No matter how resentful he is, he will never fight with the opponent again. To regain his face, he can only think of other methods in the future.

Another reason for his scruples is that although his master is a monk in the middle stage of becoming an elixir, he does not dare to offend the Xiao family here. The Xiao family is deeply rooted and powerful, and even his master can only look up to him.

"Fellow Daoist Wei's methods are indeed amazing. Fang feels ashamed, but it was Daoist Wei who won this battle."

After the old man surnamed Fang finished speaking, when the ancestor of the Xiao family removed the restriction, he flew quickly towards the outside of Honghu Island without leaving any words behind.