Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

() Two monks were defeated in a row. At this time, the old man surnamed Gu was smiling broadly and put away his spiritual weapon. Although his face was slightly pale, his spirit was even more energetic.

Under the guidance of the ancestor of the Xiao family, the old man surnamed Gu sat cross-legged under the square, holding the spirit stone in both hands, trying his best to restore his magic power.

After the battle just now, a lot of spiritual energy was consumed. Although driving the secret technique to attack the enemy is extremely sharp, it is also a huge test for itself.

Three hours later, the old man named Gu opened his eyes and stood up.

Time, however, seems not so important to the monks. When everyone meditates and retreats, they will spend several days, months, or even years as soon as they enter samadhi. In these short few hours, no one felt anxious at all.

Seeing the old man surnamed Gu stand up again, the ancestor of the Xiao family who presided over the competition removed the restriction and waited for other monks to enter the competition.

After the previous battle, all the monks were greatly impressed by the methods of the old man surnamed Gu. Those who felt inferior no longer had any intention of entering the competition, and just waited to see other colleagues enter the competition.

"Since there are no comrades in the room, let me show up so as not to make the scene cold."

After a long time, a cheerful voice sounded. Following the words, a black figure emerged from the crowd and shot into the competition arena.

Qin Fengming looked closely and found that this old man was the monk named Fang who had spoken to Xiao Chengqi when he left the VIP Pavilion.

Seeing this old man appear, many Xiao family members in the audience immediately started talking:

"Senior Fang actually appeared, this competition will definitely be exciting."

"If Senior Fang takes action, I think it will be difficult for Senior Gu to win again."

"That is, within a hundred thousand miles around our Honghu Island, whoever does not recognize Senior Fang's name, even Piaoyun Valley, will give Senior some face."

Although Qin Fengming didn't know who this old man was, but after listening to everyone's discussion, he judged that this old man must be extremely difficult to deal with, but he didn't have much worry about defeating him.

The old man surnamed Fang stood on the square, bowed to the ancestor of the Xiao family, and said respectfully: "Junior Fang Bin, pay my respects to Senior Xiao."

"Haha, no need to be too polite. I haven't seen my master, Taoist Fellow Ouyang, for a long time. How is Fellow Taoist Ouyang always doing?"

"Senior, my master has always been well and is currently in seclusion."

"Well, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I think that Fellow Daoist Ouyang is not far away from breaking through. Now is not the time to talk. After the competition, we will talk in detail."

The ancestor of the Xiao family stopped the monk surnamed Fang from speaking with a wave of his hand, and activated the restraint with a move of his finger.

The monk surnamed Fang bowed again, turned around and looked at the old man surnamed Gu standing opposite, with a slight smile on his face and said:

"Fellow Daoist Gu, I miss you and I. We haven't seen each other for several years. I guess your magical powers are even better than before. Let's compare notes."

As the monk surnamed Fang appeared, Gu Jingzhang's face changed and his expression flickered. He looked at the other person for a long time without speaking. After half a stick of incense, he sighed softly and said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, in this competition, Gu has taken the initiative to admit defeat. You and I don't have to compete anymore."

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Fang was not very surprised. He just smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist Gu is so generous in giving up to Fang. Fang is grateful. Thank you so much, Friend Gu."

After the monk surnamed Gu finished speaking, he did not stay where he was. After the ancestor of the Xiao family removed the restriction, he quickly flew back to the stands.

Everyone present was surprised when they saw this. But after thinking about it, I can understand a little bit.

Thinking about it, the two of them must have competed before. Gu Jingzhang must have suffered some losses at the hands of the monk surnamed Fang. Although his cultivation had improved at this time, he knew that it would be difficult to defeat the opponent, so he voluntarily gave up this time. Contest.

Gu Jingzhang gave up so easily because he was not sure of defeating the opponent's monk named Fang; on the other hand, he had already completed the task assigned by the Xiao family.

He came here because he was invited by the Xiao family to serve as a benchmark and test other monks. At this time, someone more powerful than yourself appears,

He was able to escape unscathed.

Seeing that the old man surnamed Gu took the initiative to admit defeat, the monks sitting there were eager to try again.

Although many people in the crowd knew that they could not defeat the monk surnamed Gu, they did not show the slightest fear towards the monk surnamed Fang who stood on the spot.

When monks fight, the key to victory or defeat is to have the means to restrain the opponent.

Just like the monk surnamed Lu was defeated by Gu Jingzhang just now, he may not be unable to defeat the monk surnamed Fang in front of him. But he maintains his own identity and no longer appears.

A moment later, a monk appeared on the arena.

This person is of medium build, in his forties or fifties, with advanced level of foundation building. After the two sides bowed their hands in greeting and exchanged names, under the instructions of the ancestor of the Xiao family, they began to show off their methods and fight together.

This fight made everyone extremely surprised. After the monk surnamed Fang sacrificed three spiritual weapons one after another, he stopped making any move.

Among the three spiritual weapons, one is a defensive treasure. This object looked extremely weird. It looked like a huge ball with thorns. In a flash, the monk surnamed Fang was wrapped in it.

There are many spurs of different lengths protruding from the surface of the ball. The short ones are several feet long, and the long ones are more than ten feet long. As the ball rotated at high speed, it actually wrapped around the old man surnamed Fang and hit him directly.

This kind of fighting surprised all the foundation-building monks present. A spiritual weapon with such efficacy was an eye-opener for everyone.

The monk who was fighting with the old man surnamed Fang was shocked. At the same time, he also found it difficult to face such a spiritual weapon. Although he tried his best to use the two spiritual weapons to intercept him, he was unable to effectively intercept him.

The ten-foot-long spikes on the ball are all over the entire surface of the ball, and they appear to be very powerful when rotating at high speed. When the spiritual weapon collided with it, it was immediately bounced away. It is difficult to have much impact on the ball.

Moreover, the ball rotates at a high speed, and its speed is extremely fast. Even with the full force of the spiritual weapon, it is difficult to keep up.

In the blink of an eye, the huge spiked ball flew in front of the monk. As the ball rotated at high speed, the spiritual shield of the foundation-building monk was unable to withstand it for a moment before it was pierced by its huge spikes.

Upon seeing it, the monk immediately admitted defeat and flew back to the stand.

This spiritual weapon was so weird that everyone present was at a loss as to how to deal with it.

But there are many people who want to try to crack it. Three monks came on stage one after another and each used several methods, but they were unable to break the spiritual weapon of the old man named Fang.

This left all the foundation-building monks present speechless. Just when they thought that the old man surnamed Fang would be shortlisted with this spiritual weapon, an old man wearing a linen gown came out of the crowd and flew to the competition arena.

This person has a gloomy face and a cold aura coming from his body. He is undoubtedly a demonic monk.

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