Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

()actually. Facing this spiritual weapon of the monk surnamed Fang. The foundation-building monks present did not have much fear in their hearts. If you meet him somewhere else. There are ways to resist it. Just on the battlefield. The space is small. It’s just difficult to cast.

At this time, the old man in Mai suddenly appeared. Suddenly there was an uproar at the scene.

From everyone’s words. Qin Fengming already knew it. This old man is also a very famous person here. His name is Liu Daotong. He is practicing in Chuanyun Mountain, which is sixty or seventy thousand miles away from here. Among the monks of the same level. Duan is also extremely amazing.

Although monks surnamed Liu and monks surnamed Fang have no close friendship. But they all heard about each other. See you at this time. Both of them raised their vigilance to the extreme.

"Haha. Liu wants to ask fellow Taoist Fang for advice. I hope fellow Taoist will be merciful."

Although the monk surnamed Liu was polite. But there was no expression at all on his face. Still as cold as ice.

"I don't dare. I hope my fellow Taoist can give in."

That's it for the two of them. Under each other's fists. And no more words. Both of them knew that this battle would be extremely dangerous. Everyone was highly focused. Don't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Following the instructions from the ancestor of the Xiao family. The two of them did their best. Fighting together.

After the round spiritual weapon flashed out. Still wrapping the body of the monk surnamed Fang. Under high-speed rotation. Attack the monk surnamed Liu who is standing in front.

But just when the monk surnamed Fang sacrificed the ball. The old man surnamed Liu standing opposite was the winner. Suddenly. A green mist gushes out from his body.

In the blink of an eye. Then he wrapped his entire body. Then the green mist spread towards the surroundings very quickly. Between two or three breaths. Then it spread to a radius of twenty or thirty feet. And there is no intention of stopping at all. Still spreading outward.

Just when the old man surnamed Liu was casting a spell. The ball surrounding the monk named Fang was already close to the green mist. In a flash. He threw himself into the mist.

"Bang, bang..."

Suddenly. from the thick fog. A series of huge impact sounds were heard.

Through the green mist. The foundation-building monks present were unable to penetrate its barrier. Divine consciousness can only penetrate a few feet into the mist. You won't be able to enter any further.

But under Qin Fengming's powerful consciousness. It is still clear what happened in the mist at this time.

At this time, he was within the green mist of the old man surnamed Liu. The speed of the huge orb spiritual weapon dropped sharply. He was moving slowly within the mist.

outside the sphere. However, there are green sword energy several feet long that are attacking continuously. Under this sword energy attack. The giant ball could not help but pause slightly. It was shaking violently.

The monk surnamed Fang is inside the sphere. At this time, my heart was also shocked. The other side is this magical mist. Duan is very powerful.

Not only can it block the rapid flight of spiritual weapons. And it can transform into sword energy. So that it is difficult for the ball to get in front of the opponent. For a long time. It is bound to be broken by this huge sword energy.

This is the thought. The monk surnamed Fang had a thought in his mind. The huge ball flew out of the green mist with great difficulty. Stop thirty feet away.

"Liu Daoyou's Green Miasma Technique is really powerful. Fang is greatly impressed." He closed the ball. The face of the old man named Fang was revealed.

"Haha. Fellow Daoist Fang. If you don't show the true story, I'm afraid you won't be Liu's enemy." Under the rolling green mist. No pursuit was made. Instead, he hesitated on the spot.

Although the two of them spoke politely. But the voice was extremely cold.

"Forget it. Let Fang learn the power of fellow Taoist Qing Mi Jue." Following the words of the monk surnamed Fang. I only saw his double pinch. His face became extremely solemn.

Just for a moment. Just see the two of them. A layer of colorful light flashed out. Double wrap it.

After a pause. I saw him lift his right hand. Then he shot forward quickly.

With a movement of his palm. A palm-like colorful palm print flew forward rapidly. After leaving. Increased rapidly. When it flew more than ten feet. It has become two or three feet tall.

This palm print carries astonishing pressure. Speeding directly towards the green mist.

In an instant, he submerged into the mist. A hole appeared. But in an instant it was obscured by the green mist.

"Hoo~~bang~~"

With the sound of breaking through the sky. A crisp sound came from within the green mist. Then I heard a loud shout:

"Hmph. Fellow Daoist Fang Duan is indeed powerful." His voice was full of anger. I think it was under the attack of the monk surnamed Fang just now. The old man surnamed Liu will definitely suffer a small loss.

The monk surnamed Fang had a solemn expression. Didn't answer either. Lips tightly closed. However, the pair kept shooting forward. Huge colorful palm prints kept flashing. He hit the monk named Liu one after another.

The old man named Liu who was invisible in the green mist would not be attacked again. Mana moves within the body. The green mist rolled violently. Huge green palm prints appeared one after another. Facing the colorful palm prints.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Two huge palm prints collided. Immediately, there were bursts of huge collision sounds at the scene. The two palm prints intersect. They actually dissipated into the air at the same time. It shows a state of evenly matched competition.

Such an attack by two monks. Compared to spiritual weapons. But it is much more powerful. The top spiritual weapon collided with it. It will definitely be difficult to destroy this palm print.

Everyone at the scene knew it. At this time, the two monks were fighting. They are all burning their own mana to fight again. This situation. To determine the winner. Only one method is weak. Only then can there be results.

The two people at the scene were at a loss to advance or retreat. You can only use your body's magic power to attack the opponent. Let’s hope that the opponent’s power will be exhausted soon.

Watching with cold eyes. Qin Fengming already knew it. Compete in this way. But it is extremely disadvantageous for the old man named Liu. There is green mist outside its body. This is the illusion of its magic power. Although the reasons for its skills. It can be activated instantly. But it also requires a lot of mana.

The huge green palm also relies on its own magic power. Every loss. It will weaken the mana by one point.

Although the monk surnamed Fang also used his own magic power to attack. But he has no other concerns. The mana is only wasted on the palm print. For a long time. The old man named Liu will definitely be defeated.

There is less time for a meal. The result that Qin Fengming expected appeared in front of everyone.

The old man surnamed Liu finally lost his magic power. Defeated. He was helped to the stage by the Xiao family members.

The victorious monk named Fang also had a pale complexion. His body couldn't help but tremble. It is already overwhelmed.

Five hours later. The monk named Fang stood up. At this time it has returned to normal.

Facing the stage. He smiled slightly and said: "Fang has returned to normal. I don't know which fellow Taoist will show up to compete with Fang again."

After the battle just now. All the foundation-building monks were silent in their hearts. Facing this old man named Fang. Everyone knows that they are definitely not right.

There was silence for a long time. No one appeared. Just when the ancestor of the Xiao family was about to announce that the monk named Fang had won the competition. But a calm voice sounded:

"Since no one has stepped forward to challenge. Let Wei come out and give it a try."

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