Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Haha, fellow Daoist Xiao, don't worry. With so many spiritual stones placed here, how can Wei leave so easily? How can he afford to spend such a large sum of money on Wei without receiving some benefits?"

Turning around and looking at Xiao Jinxuan's uncle and nephew, Qin Fengming smiled and whispered. As he spoke, he waved his hand, and two balls of yellow light flashed from his hand, then disappeared into the stone ground at his feet.

Although at the beginning, Qin Fengming had no idea whether he could seduce these monks who had lived for more than a hundred years by scattering five million spiritual stones.

In fact, Qin Fengming didn't know that even if he took out millions of spirit stones, the monks in front of him would definitely fight. Although Yuzhou has richer resources for cultivating immortals than Quzhou, it also has many high-level monks. Within its prefectures and counties, there are already successful monks who transform babies. There are hundreds or even thousands of them, and there are even more monks who have become alchemists.

Although there are a lot of resources, there are also a lot of people cultivating immortals. It is certainly not comparable to Quzhou, which has an extremely low level of cultivation. All the monks in Quzhou combined could hardly account for one-tenth of the number of people cultivating immortals in Yuzhou.

These Yuzhou monks had never seen so many spiritual stones before. When they saw them, they were shocked and at the same time eager to take them into their arms. So the war will be inevitable.

In just the time it took to drink tea, the mountains and forests below had already turned into a battlefield. The sounds of spiritual weapons striking each other could be heard one after another, and screams could be heard from time to time. It was as if the mountain forest with a radius of dozens of feet had become a hell on earth.

There were even more elf monks, flying out of the mountain forest quickly and running towards the distance.

Suddenly, within a radius of several miles, two monks fighting could be seen everywhere, and the sounds of shouting and cursing could be heard. The spiritual weapons collided, and the howling sounds of the spiritual beasts were also continuous. Huge energy fluctuations can be clearly seen dozens of miles away.

At this time, the most comfortable thing is for Qin Fengming and the others. Although the three of them are surrounded by monks at this time, none of the other three monks can stand against the three of them, as if the three of them don't exist.

In a competition between monks of the same level, unless one party's methods are too sharp or the difference in realm is extremely different, the winner will usually not be determined in a moment. Although less than half an hour has passed, the monk who fell here is Very few.

Even if there are monks who are not hostile to the opponent, they can still resist the opponent's attack for a short period of time and protect themselves.

At this time, Qin Fengming was looking at the five people in the distance with a serious expression. These five people were gathering together, fighting back to back with the seven monks surrounding them.

These five people were none other than the five Yan brothers who had been following them since Jingx City.

Although they were attacked by more than 20 spiritual weapons from seven late-stage foundation-building and peak cultivators, there was no panic on the faces of the five of them.

Only a dozen spiritual weapons driven by the five people were seen surrounding the five people, constantly circling and flying in the air, as if traveling along a specific route, without any panic or collision with each other.

After watching for a moment, Qin Fengming already knew that these five people seemed to be gathering their strength according to a certain formation to jointly fight against the seven people in front of them.

Although the five of them only sacrificed ten top-level spiritual weapons, it was difficult for the opponent's seven more than twenty spiritual weapons to attack within twenty feet of him.

Seeing this scene, Qin Fengming couldn't help but admire him.

If we only attack these five people with spiritual weapons, even if there are more than ten foundation-building monks, it will be difficult to do anything.

As time slowly passed, some monks began to appear invincible, and some even began to ask for help from their companions.

Under the deliberate movement of the monks, the monks from the three parties slowly gathered together again.

The scene immediately showed a strange balance.

Since Qin Fengming dropped the bait, only five or six of the nearly thirty monks present had died. Faced with this situation, Qin Fengming was speechless for a moment. He fully thought that as long as the monks fought, many monks would definitely fall among them.

But contrary to expectations, the few monks who died were all in the early and middle stages of foundation building among the monks from Mantis Mountain and Baihu Stream. None of the late-stage foundation building and peak monks survived.

"Everyone, stop it. If the fight continues like this, it will be impossible for us to determine the winner."

Just as everyone was struggling to activate their spiritual weapons to attack, the white-bearded old man surnamed Yan suddenly shouted. His voice contained spiritual power, and although the scene was noisy, all the monks present could still hear it clearly.

Under the instructions of the monks surnamed Li and the monks surnamed Lu, the monks from Mantis Mountain and Baihujian slowly stopped attacking.

"Old Yan, what can you say?"

The old man surnamed Lu stared at the five Yan family members and asked angrily. The two monks who came were killed by the second son of the Yan family in front of him. At this time, he was very angry.

"Fellow Taoist Li and Lu, several of our fellow Taoists have fallen here because of the spiritual stones in the mountains and forests below. If we continue to fight like this, more and more Taoist friends will inevitably die, and it is very likely that in the end This is a situation where we lose all three."

"Such a result will not be of any benefit to us, but it will be of great benefit to those three people. If the other three take advantage of the fact that our mana is exhausted and attack suddenly, we will not be able to resist at all. In this regard, the two Fellow Taoist, I don’t know what to think about it?”

The white-bearded old man is indeed a mature man, and Qin Fengming's little tricks could not escape his eyes.

Looking at the three people in the distance, Li and Lu were also furious, because of this spiritual stone, monks from both sides had died here.

After hearing the old man's words, the two of them already understood that this result was caused by the three people in front of them.

"Old Yan, if you have anything to say, please say it directly without beating around the bush."

The old man surnamed Lu looked gloomy and said in a deep voice with anger.

"Haha, two fellow Taoists, no matter how many spiritual stones our three families originally obtained, I think the remaining spiritual stones should be divided equally between our three families, so as to settle the matter here."

The white-bearded old man surnamed Yan had just negotiated with his four brothers and knew that the four of them had already obtained 17.8 million spiritual stones. If they could get some more, they would get half of it. For the five People are also extremely beneficial.

"Hmph, Mr. Yan, don't think that I don't know that your brother once killed two of my fellow Taoists in Baihujian. Their spiritual stones have already been taken away by your Yan family brothers. At this time, you want to share them equally. The spirit stone below is really bullying me, Baihu Jian, is it easy to bully me?"

The old man surnamed Lu also lived for nearly two hundred years, so he could see everything clearly. After hearing what the white-bearded old man said, he immediately retorted with hatred.

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. In the melee just now, it was not my brother Yan who took action first. If it hadn't been for my brother Elf, he might have been killed by the people you came with."

The old man named Yan with a white beard smiled calmly and said solemnly, which seemed to be extremely reasonable. The world of cultivating immortals is basically about the weak and the strong, but what he said was extremely reasonable.

"Two fellow Taoists, several of our fellow Taoists are dead here. After all, the culprits are the three people in front of us. If they hadn't scattered five million spiritual stones, we would definitely not have fought so violently. We want revenge. We still need to capture these three people."