Chapter 1125
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 1125 Entering the Top Ten
"Fellow Daoist Ouyang praised you, your junior is also good, but he is a bit harsher."
Wang Changsheng said politely, both sides flattered each other.
Following Wang Changsheng's gaze, Ouyang Yuerong's whole body was wrapped in red flames in a certain ring, most of the ring was turned into a sea of flames.
Not long after, the flames dissipated, and a young female cultivator in scanty clothes was lying in a huge steaming pit, her breath sluggish.
"The concubine doesn't think that a sword has no eyes. If you keep your hand, wouldn't it be a chance for the opponent? It is said that it is a matter of time, and it is inevitable to miss it."
Zhang Wuchen said nonchalantly.
Wang Changsheng smiled lightly and did not refute.
In a certain arena, a young girl in a green dress with delicate features drives nine cyan flying swords, releasing dense cyan sword energy, and strikes at Zhang Hongwu.
Zhang Hongwu didn't panic, flipped his jade hand, and a small and exquisite blue clock appeared in his hand.
Dangdang Dangdang!
Three bells rang, and circles of cyan sound waves visible to the naked eye swept out. All the cyan sword energy touched the cyan sound waves, and they collapsed and disappeared like snow melting in spring.
The girl in the green skirt frowned, and was about to take other actions when a giant fireball the size of a house hit from the opposite side.
She snorted softly, and with a flick of her wrist, a large cloud of cyan sword energy flew out, smashing the giant fireball into pieces, and the flames scattered in all directions.
A blue light flashed above his head, and a huge blue bell emerged, and with a slight shake, a large blue sound wave spewed out.
The aura of the girl in the green skirt shattered in an instant, and her whole body burst into a rain of blood. The scene was very bloody.
"Zhang Hongwu wins."
Ouyang Hongsheng frowned slightly, and said to Zhang Wuchen: "Mrs. Zhang, let your clansmen try not to hurt people's lives as much as possible. It hurts the peace, and it is not good for everyone."
More than 1000 immortal cultivators participated, and now there are 40 remaining. These forty immortal cultivators have a high chance of advancing to the alchemy stage. If Zhang Hongwu kills his opponent, Ouyang Hongsheng cannot ignore it.
"I'll tell her about it, but the sword has no eyes, and it's hard to guarantee this kind of thing."
Zhang Wuchen readily agreed, listening to her words, she didn't take it seriously, maybe she had other plans.
Wang Youwei's luck was bad, and he met Huangfu Yu, a cultivator with Tianlinggen.
He sacrificed the magical weapon and slashed at Huangfu Yu's arm, there was a muffled sound of metal colliding, even the puppet beast couldn't hurt Huangfu Yu.
Huangfu Yu wore a pair of golden gloves on his hands, his expression was indifferent, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Hey, it's my turn."
Huangfu Yu chuckled, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Wang Youwei.
"You win."
Wang Youwei raised a blue shield and stood in front of him, shouting loudly.
Neither magic weapons nor puppet beasts can hurt Huangfu Yu, so Wang Youwei's chances of winning are slim. Of course, Huangfu Yu is the key training object of the Huangfu family. Enmity, Wang Youwei asked himself that he couldn't grasp the scale, so he simply surrendered.
Most of the foundation cultivators who fought with Huangfu Yu were seriously injured, knowing that the chances of winning were not high, Wang Youwei naturally would not fight recklessly.
To be a human being, one must be self-aware. Compared with life, face is not worth mentioning. A man can be bent and stretched.
As soon as he finished speaking, Huangfu Yu had already arrived in front of Wang Youwei, and his golden circle head hit the blue shield, causing the blue shield to shatter in an instant.
With a muffled sound, Wang Youwei's defenses were completely shattered, and he flew upside down, spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned pale.
"Huangfu Yu wins!"
Accompanied by the referee's shout, Huangfu Yu triumphantly jumped off the ring.
"Uncle Youwei, are you okay!"
Wang Jiyun hurried to the stage and helped Wang Youwei up.
Wang Youwei's eyes were gloomy, he had already conceded defeat, and Huangfu Yu was about to attack and wound him, making it clear that he wanted to use him as a warning to other opponents.
"I'm fine, this guy is really perverted, I hope Hua Yang won't run into him."
Wang Youwei's tone was weak and his face was pale.
"Yu'er, this kid doesn't care how serious he is. Young people are just impulsive."
Huangfu Rui sighed, obviously defending Huangfu Yu.
"Yeah! Young people are a little impulsive, we all came here like this, it's understandable."
Wang Changsheng's tone was flat. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he wouldn't be able to resent the Huangfu family because of this trivial matter.
The Treasure Hunt Conference is actually a way for various forces to show their own strength. What Wang Changsheng is curious about is what kind of spirit body Zhang Hongwu is.
Disciple disciples with good aptitude and high-ranking monks will use secret techniques to hide their aptitude, unless the spirit body person takes the initiative to tell it, it will be difficult for other monks to see it.
At the end of this round of competition, [-] foundation-building monks will advance to the next round, and another [-] foundation-building monks will compete again, and the winners will advance to the top [-].
This time, Wang Huayan's opponent was a black-faced man with a thick back and a waist. The black-faced man had eight levels of foundation building, and his muscles were bulging and full of strength.
At the beginning of the competition, the black-faced man sacrificed a long black stick. After injecting mana, the light of the black stick rose sharply, transforming into heavy stick shadows. If it hits, Wang Huazhen will not die but will also be maimed.
Wang Huayan's figure blurred, turned into an afterimage, and went straight to the black-faced man. The black-faced man's attack failed, and the small half of the arena was smashed to pieces by heavy stick shadows, and dust flew up.
Relying on his nimble body shape, Wang Huabin scurried around in the arena. The black-faced man had nothing but brute force, so he had no choice but to take Wang Huabin.
With wind-attributed spirit roots, in terms of speed, the black-faced man really couldn't compare to Wang Huabing.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the black-faced man was panting tiredly. Wang Huayan suddenly appeared behind the black-faced man. With a flick of his finger, a dazzling blue light shot out and entered the black-faced man's body.
The black-faced man's limbs bent uncontrollably, as if an invisible big hand grabbed his hands and feet, wind binding technique.
Countless black spirit patterns appeared on the body of the black-faced man, he broke free from the wind binding technique, and a cyan dragon descended from the sky, its huge dragon claws pinned the black-faced man to the ground, making him unable to move.
"Wang Hua wins."
The referee announced that Wang Huayang had won, and the cyan dragon let go of its claws.
In a certain arena, Chen Yunhai threw his right hand towards the void, and countless sea water surged out, and suddenly turned into a blue fist shadow five or six feet in size, hitting the opposite side.
After a deafening roar sounded, the opponent's defenses were completely shattered, and he flew upside down, vomiting blood.
"Chen Yunhai is victorious."
This round of competition ended soon. Ouyang Yuerong, Huangfu Yu, Zhang Hongwu, Chen Yunhai, Feng Yunyang, Wang Huayan, Ouyang Mingli, Ouyang Mingshuang, Ouyang Yuruo, Ouyang Yulin competed for the top ten. Wang You In order to win the competition, ten Foundation Establishment monks competed for No. 20 to No. [-].
(End of this chapter)
"Fellow Daoist Ouyang praised you, your junior is also good, but he is a bit harsher."
Wang Changsheng said politely, both sides flattered each other.
Following Wang Changsheng's gaze, Ouyang Yuerong's whole body was wrapped in red flames in a certain ring, most of the ring was turned into a sea of flames.
Not long after, the flames dissipated, and a young female cultivator in scanty clothes was lying in a huge steaming pit, her breath sluggish.
"The concubine doesn't think that a sword has no eyes. If you keep your hand, wouldn't it be a chance for the opponent? It is said that it is a matter of time, and it is inevitable to miss it."
Zhang Wuchen said nonchalantly.
Wang Changsheng smiled lightly and did not refute.
In a certain arena, a young girl in a green dress with delicate features drives nine cyan flying swords, releasing dense cyan sword energy, and strikes at Zhang Hongwu.
Zhang Hongwu didn't panic, flipped his jade hand, and a small and exquisite blue clock appeared in his hand.
Dangdang Dangdang!
Three bells rang, and circles of cyan sound waves visible to the naked eye swept out. All the cyan sword energy touched the cyan sound waves, and they collapsed and disappeared like snow melting in spring.
The girl in the green skirt frowned, and was about to take other actions when a giant fireball the size of a house hit from the opposite side.
She snorted softly, and with a flick of her wrist, a large cloud of cyan sword energy flew out, smashing the giant fireball into pieces, and the flames scattered in all directions.
A blue light flashed above his head, and a huge blue bell emerged, and with a slight shake, a large blue sound wave spewed out.
The aura of the girl in the green skirt shattered in an instant, and her whole body burst into a rain of blood. The scene was very bloody.
"Zhang Hongwu wins."
Ouyang Hongsheng frowned slightly, and said to Zhang Wuchen: "Mrs. Zhang, let your clansmen try not to hurt people's lives as much as possible. It hurts the peace, and it is not good for everyone."
More than 1000 immortal cultivators participated, and now there are 40 remaining. These forty immortal cultivators have a high chance of advancing to the alchemy stage. If Zhang Hongwu kills his opponent, Ouyang Hongsheng cannot ignore it.
"I'll tell her about it, but the sword has no eyes, and it's hard to guarantee this kind of thing."
Zhang Wuchen readily agreed, listening to her words, she didn't take it seriously, maybe she had other plans.
Wang Youwei's luck was bad, and he met Huangfu Yu, a cultivator with Tianlinggen.
He sacrificed the magical weapon and slashed at Huangfu Yu's arm, there was a muffled sound of metal colliding, even the puppet beast couldn't hurt Huangfu Yu.
Huangfu Yu wore a pair of golden gloves on his hands, his expression was indifferent, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Hey, it's my turn."
Huangfu Yu chuckled, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Wang Youwei.
"You win."
Wang Youwei raised a blue shield and stood in front of him, shouting loudly.
Neither magic weapons nor puppet beasts can hurt Huangfu Yu, so Wang Youwei's chances of winning are slim. Of course, Huangfu Yu is the key training object of the Huangfu family. Enmity, Wang Youwei asked himself that he couldn't grasp the scale, so he simply surrendered.
Most of the foundation cultivators who fought with Huangfu Yu were seriously injured, knowing that the chances of winning were not high, Wang Youwei naturally would not fight recklessly.
To be a human being, one must be self-aware. Compared with life, face is not worth mentioning. A man can be bent and stretched.
As soon as he finished speaking, Huangfu Yu had already arrived in front of Wang Youwei, and his golden circle head hit the blue shield, causing the blue shield to shatter in an instant.
With a muffled sound, Wang Youwei's defenses were completely shattered, and he flew upside down, spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned pale.
"Huangfu Yu wins!"
Accompanied by the referee's shout, Huangfu Yu triumphantly jumped off the ring.
"Uncle Youwei, are you okay!"
Wang Jiyun hurried to the stage and helped Wang Youwei up.
Wang Youwei's eyes were gloomy, he had already conceded defeat, and Huangfu Yu was about to attack and wound him, making it clear that he wanted to use him as a warning to other opponents.
"I'm fine, this guy is really perverted, I hope Hua Yang won't run into him."
Wang Youwei's tone was weak and his face was pale.
"Yu'er, this kid doesn't care how serious he is. Young people are just impulsive."
Huangfu Rui sighed, obviously defending Huangfu Yu.
"Yeah! Young people are a little impulsive, we all came here like this, it's understandable."
Wang Changsheng's tone was flat. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he wouldn't be able to resent the Huangfu family because of this trivial matter.
The Treasure Hunt Conference is actually a way for various forces to show their own strength. What Wang Changsheng is curious about is what kind of spirit body Zhang Hongwu is.
Disciple disciples with good aptitude and high-ranking monks will use secret techniques to hide their aptitude, unless the spirit body person takes the initiative to tell it, it will be difficult for other monks to see it.
At the end of this round of competition, [-] foundation-building monks will advance to the next round, and another [-] foundation-building monks will compete again, and the winners will advance to the top [-].
This time, Wang Huayan's opponent was a black-faced man with a thick back and a waist. The black-faced man had eight levels of foundation building, and his muscles were bulging and full of strength.
At the beginning of the competition, the black-faced man sacrificed a long black stick. After injecting mana, the light of the black stick rose sharply, transforming into heavy stick shadows. If it hits, Wang Huazhen will not die but will also be maimed.
Wang Huayan's figure blurred, turned into an afterimage, and went straight to the black-faced man. The black-faced man's attack failed, and the small half of the arena was smashed to pieces by heavy stick shadows, and dust flew up.
Relying on his nimble body shape, Wang Huabin scurried around in the arena. The black-faced man had nothing but brute force, so he had no choice but to take Wang Huabin.
With wind-attributed spirit roots, in terms of speed, the black-faced man really couldn't compare to Wang Huabing.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the black-faced man was panting tiredly. Wang Huayan suddenly appeared behind the black-faced man. With a flick of his finger, a dazzling blue light shot out and entered the black-faced man's body.
The black-faced man's limbs bent uncontrollably, as if an invisible big hand grabbed his hands and feet, wind binding technique.
Countless black spirit patterns appeared on the body of the black-faced man, he broke free from the wind binding technique, and a cyan dragon descended from the sky, its huge dragon claws pinned the black-faced man to the ground, making him unable to move.
"Wang Hua wins."
The referee announced that Wang Huayang had won, and the cyan dragon let go of its claws.
In a certain arena, Chen Yunhai threw his right hand towards the void, and countless sea water surged out, and suddenly turned into a blue fist shadow five or six feet in size, hitting the opposite side.
After a deafening roar sounded, the opponent's defenses were completely shattered, and he flew upside down, vomiting blood.
"Chen Yunhai is victorious."
This round of competition ended soon. Ouyang Yuerong, Huangfu Yu, Zhang Hongwu, Chen Yunhai, Feng Yunyang, Wang Huayan, Ouyang Mingli, Ouyang Mingshuang, Ouyang Yuruo, Ouyang Yulin competed for the top ten. Wang You In order to win the competition, ten Foundation Establishment monks competed for No. 20 to No. [-].
(End of this chapter)
