Chapter 1,171 Wang Qingshan vs. Zhao Richen (no more today, I’ll make up for yesterday’s update)

Liu Qinghe was unwilling to lose. One third-level puppet beast would cost at least 700,000 spirit stones, and two would cost 1.4 million spirit stones. Coupled with the magic weapons and spiritual skills in Wang Qiuming's hands, Liu Qinghe was no match at all. In the final analysis, Liu Qinghe was just sent by Zhao Richen to talk about the details of Wang Qiuming.

"I accept it, Fellow Daoist Liu."

Wang Qiuming clasped his fists and said, about to fly back to his seat.

Zhao Richen quickly shouted: "Wait a minute, Fellow Daoist Wang, I also want to discuss with you. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Wang is willing to give me some advice?"

"Zhao Xiaoyou, Wang Xiaoyou competed twice in a row. It would be unfair to compete with you again. You should find someone else to compete with!"

Shen Ruirong said, the Wang family was born in the Eastern Barren, but is currently developing in the South China Sea. Strictly speaking, the Wang family and the Shen family belong to the South China Sea Immortal Cultivation World. Wang Qiuming won two games and brought glory to the South China Sea Cultivation World. Shen Ruirong naturally wanted to support Wang Qiuming.

No matter where you are, there will be regional disputes, and wherever there are people, there will be competition.

"Just let Xiaoyou Wang take a snow dew pill to restore his mana, young man! It's normal to have a duel. Of course, if Xiaoyou Zhao cannot defeat Xiaoyou Wang, others can no longer challenge Xiaoyou Wang."

Murong Rong opened his mouth to smooth things over. The Central Plains Immortal Cultivation World had lost two games in a row and was losing face. Murong Rong naturally wanted to speak for Zhao Richen.

This is no longer a competition between Wang Qiuming and Zhao Richen, but a competition between the Central Plains Cultivation World and the South China Sea Cultivation World.

Wang Qiuming looked at Wang Qingshan, who nodded.

"Okay, then let me discuss with fellow Taoist Zhao."

Wang Qiuming agreed, and after taking a piece of Snow Dew Pill given by the Murong family, his slightly pale face instantly returned to rosy.

"Uncle Qiu Ming, be careful, Zhao Richen is a pure Dharma cultivator, proficient in many kinds of spiritual arts!"

Wang Tianwen sent a message to Wang Qiuming to remind him.

"Dharma repair!"

Wang Qiuming was a little surprised. Very few high-level monks spend a lot of time practicing spiritual arts. One strike of spiritual arts is comparable to one strike of a magic weapon. However, a magic weapon can be used after being refined, while spiritual arts require a lot of time. The least is less. Years, sometimes more than ten years, Wang Qiuming encountered pure Dharma cultivation for the first time since he entered the world of immortality.

As soon as the competition began, Zhao Richen's body surface lit up with a dazzling yellow light, and the floor under his feet suddenly turned into soft yellow sand.

Wang Qiuming did not dare to be careless. Countless golden lights appeared above his head, and a huge golden wheel appeared randomly. The golden wheel rotated rapidly, and a powerful air flow emerged out of thin air.

Zhao Richen raised his right hand and slashed into the air towards Wang Qiuming. With a flash of white light, a white rainbow several feet long flew out and hit Wang Qiuming.

Ding!

There was a muffled sound, and as soon as the white Changhong came ten feet closer to Wang Qiuming, it was immediately sucked into the golden wheel by the strong airflow, and was crushed to pieces by the rapidly rotating golden wheel.

Ice formed on the surface of the golden wheel, and its rotation slowed down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a strong wind blew up, and countless yellow gravel flew up from the ground. After a few turns, it turned into a yellow sand arrow about a foot long. With a burst of sound breaking through the air, densely packed yellow arrows headed towards Wang Qiuming. Shooting away, dense yellow arrows shot out, covering the sky and the sun with an astonishing momentum.

Wang Qiuming squeezed the magic formula, and the golden wheel's light increased greatly, and its rotation speed more than doubled. Dense yellow arrows flew towards the golden wheel, and were crushed by the golden wheel, turning into a large piece of yellow fine sand.

With Zhao Richen as the center, an area with a radius of several thousand feet turned into a huge sand pit. Countless yellow gravel flew up and turned around, turning into two yellow giants more than ten feet tall. The eyebrows of the two yellow giants were After countless yellow runes lit up, they turned into a stone-like mark.

The spiritual warriors with yellow turbans are extremely powerful and invulnerable to water and fire.

Wang Qiuming released two third-level puppet beasts and rushed towards Zhao Richen. As soon as the two third-level puppet beasts came close to Zhao Richen, they fell into a huge sand pit. Countless yellow gravels flew up and turned into dense yellow chains, locking them. The bodies of two third-level puppet beasts were broken into, and they struggled hard, but countless yellow gravel flew up and turned into a giant yellow bowl more than ten feet in size, trapping them upside down inside.

Wang Qiuming frowned, pinched the magic formula, and the two golden giant wheels, one empty and one real, shot towards the two yellow scarf warriors.

Clang clang clang!

There were several muffled sounds of metal colliding, and the golden giant wheel hit the yellow scarf warrior, leaving only a shallow scar. The two yellow scarf warriors moved their arms and smashed towards the two golden round wheels.

Boom!

The Golden Moon True Wheel was shattered into pieces, and the physical golden wheel flew backwards.

Wang Qiuming was startled and planned to take other measures. The sky suddenly darkened, and a yellow mountain five to six hundred feet high suddenly appeared above his head. Before it fell, a strong gravity hit from all directions.

The spiritual arts are overwhelming!

If a Nascent Soul cultivator performs this technique, it will be even more powerful.

Wang Qiuming's expression changed, and he wanted to avoid it. The ground shook, and a strong suction force suddenly appeared, sucking him firmly in place, unable to move.

Wang Qiuming's face turned red, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead. It was difficult to move a step, let alone avoid it.

Seeing that the yellow mountain was about to smash Wang Qiuming into a pulp, the formation covering the arena suddenly dispersed, and a big golden hand of more than thirty feet suddenly appeared, holding the yellow mountain up.

"Zhao Xiaoyou won, Wang Xiaoyou doesn't have any objections, right?"

Murong Rong's tone was calm, his big golden hand shook suddenly, and the yellow mountain suddenly flew high into the sky, turning directly into a large piece of yellow dust. A strong wind blew by, and the yellow dust disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

"I've heard for a long time that fellow Daoist Wang Qingshan has superb swordsmanship. I wonder if fellow Daoist Wang is willing to teach me?"

Zhao Richen looked at Wang Qingshan with fanatical eyes. In front of everyone, if he worshiped Wang Qingshan, he would definitely become famous in the Yan Dynasty.

After hearing this, all the monks looked at Wang Qingshan, and Han Yuexin's expression was very complicated.

No matter when and where, Wang Qingshan is the focus of everyone's gathering, and she is just an ordinary alchemy monk.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhao wants to spar, then Wang will accompany you to practice a few moves."

Wang Qingshan's expression remained normal as he jumped onto the ring.

At this time, no one cared about the situation of the Beasts Conference, and all looked at Wang Qingshan.

Zhao Richen had just defeated Wang Qiuming without using a single magic weapon, relying entirely on several powerful spiritual arts.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Qingshan struck Zhao Richen in the air with his right hand. A red light flashed, and a red flying sword wrapped in red flames flew out, carrying an astonishing heat wave and slashing towards Zhao Richen.

Wang Qingshan pinched the sword technique, and phantoms of cyan flying swords appeared around him. After a blur, they suddenly turned into green flying swords, as if they were real entities, and there were thousands of them.