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Chapter 1186 Wang Qingshan vs Zhao Richen

Liu Qinghe's defeat was not unjust. A third-order puppet beast was less than 70 spirit stones, and two of them were worth 140 million spirit stones. In addition to Wang Qiuming's magic weapon and spiritual art, Liu Qinghe was no match at all. After all, Liu Qinghe Qinghe was just sent by Zhao Richen to talk about Wang Qiuming's details.

"Accepted, Fellow Daoist Liu."

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

Zhao Richen hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, fellow Daoist Wang, I also want to discuss with you. I wonder if fellow Daoist Wang is willing to teach you?"

"Zhao Xiaoyou, it's unfair for Wang Xiaoyou to compete with you two times in a row. You should find someone else to compete with you!"

Shen Ruirong said that the Wang family was born in the Eastern Wasteland, 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 won glory for the South China Sea Immortal Cultivation. Shen Ruirong naturally wants to support Wang Qiuming.

No matter where there are geographical disputes, there is competition wherever there are people.

"Let Wang Xiaoyou take a Xuelu Pill to recover his mana, young man! It's normal to have a sparring, of course, if Zhao Xiaoyou can't beat Wang Xiaoyou, others can't challenge Wang Xiaoyou anymore."

Murong Rong opened his mouth to smooth things over. The Central Plains Immortal Cultivation Realm lost two games in a row, and it was a bit embarrassing. 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, and Wang Qingshan nodded.

"Okay, then let's discuss with fellow Daoist Zhao."

Wang Qiuming agreed, and after taking a piece of snow pill given by Murong's family, his slightly pale face instantly turned rosy.

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

Wang Tianwen reminded Wang Qiuming via voice transmission.

"Faxiu!"

Wang Qiuming was a little surprised. Few high-ranking monks spend a lot of time practicing spiritual arts. One blow of spiritual arts is comparable to one blow of magic weapons, but magic weapons can be used after sacrifice, while spiritual arts need a lot of time. Years, more than ten years, since Wang Qiuming stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, this was the first time he encountered a pure Dharma cultivator.

At the beginning of the competition, Zhao Richen's body surface shone with a dazzling yellow light, and the floor under his feet suddenly turned into soft yellow sand.

Wang Qiuming didn't dare to be careless, countless golden lights shot out from above his head, a huge golden circle appeared randomly, the golden circle rotated rapidly, and a powerful air flow emerged out of thin air.

Zhao Richen raised his right hand and slashed at Wang Qiuming's void, a white light flashed, and a white rainbow several feet long shot out and hit Wang Qiuming.

Ding!
With a muffled sound, as soon as the white Changhong approached Wang Qiuming ten feet away, it was immediately sucked into the giant golden wheel by the powerful airflow, and was smashed to pieces by the rapidly rotating golden giant wheel.

The surface of the golden giant wheel was icy, and its rotation speed slowed down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, there was a strong wind, and countless yellow sand and gravel flew from the ground. After turning around, they turned into a yellow sand arrow with a length of a foot. As they shot away, densely packed yellow arrows came, covering the sky and the sun, with an astonishing momentum.

When Wang Qiuming pinched the magic formula, the golden wheel's light swelled, and its rotation speed more than doubled. The 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, the area with a radius of several thousand feet turned into a huge sandpit. Countless yellow gravel flew up and turned into two yellow giants more than ten feet tall. After lighting up countless yellow runes, it turned into a stone-like mark.

The spiritual magic yellow scarf warrior is infinitely powerful, invulnerable to water and fire.

Wang Qiuming released two third-order puppets and pounced on Zhao Richen. As soon as the two third-order puppets approached Zhao Richen for a thousand feet, they fell into a huge sandpit. Countless yellow gravel flew up and turned into dense yellow chains. The bodies of two third-order puppet beasts were smashed, and they struggled hard, but countless yellow gravel flew up and turned into a huge yellow bowl more than ten feet in size, buckling them upside down inside.

Wang Qiuming frowned, pinched the magic formula, and the two golden wheels, one false and the other solid, shot towards the two yellow scarf soldiers.

Klang-kang-kang!
There was a muffled sound of metal colliding, and the golden wheel hit the yellow scarf soldier's body, leaving only a shallow scar. The two yellow scarf soldiers moved their arms and smashed towards the two golden round wheels.

Rumble!
The Golden Moon True Wheel was shattered, and the solid golden round wheel flew out backwards.

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

The spiritual art is overwhelming!

If the Nascent Soul cultivator uses this technique, it will be even more powerful.

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

Wang Qiuming's face was flushed red, his legs were as if injected with lead, it was very 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 ring suddenly dissipated, and a big golden hand more than thirty feet in size suddenly appeared, supporting the yellow mountain.

"Zhao Xiaoyou won, Wang Xiaoyou has no objection!"

Murong Rong's tone was calm, the big golden hand shook suddenly, the yellow mountain suddenly flew towards the sky, and directly turned into a large piece of yellow dust, a gust of wind blew past, and the yellow dust disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

"I have heard for a long time that Wang Qingshan and Wang Daoyou are superb swordsmen. I wonder if Wang Daoyou is willing to teach me?"

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

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

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

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhao wants to learn from each other, then Wang will accompany you through a few tricks."

Wang Qingshan looked normal, and flew to the ring.

At this time, no one cared about the situation of the Hundred Beasts Conference anymore, and their eyes all looked towards Wang Qingshan.

When Zhao Richen defeated Wang Qiuming just now, he didn't use a magic weapon, but relied on several powerful spiritual techniques.

At the beginning of the competition, Wang Qingshan slashed at Zhao Richen with his right hand, a red light flashed, and a red flying sword wrapped in red flames shot out, bringing an astonishing wave of heat, and slashed towards Zhao Richen.

When Wang Qingshan pinched his sword art, phantoms of cyan flying swords appeared all over his body. After blurring one after another, they suddenly turned into green flying swords, as if they were real objects. There were thousands of them.

　I was delayed by something yesterday, so I made up for yesterday's update. I'm sorry for the book friend "Ermao Traveling the World". It's gone today, and it will start at the fifth update tomorrow.

　
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