Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged on the ring, had no idea about the bet between several old monsters in the stage of infant transformation that took place on the viewing platform. The subsequent competition would be related to the wealth and property of several infant transformation monks.

The things these old monsters in the infant stage take out are either spiritual herbs or precious refining materials. Each of them is extremely difficult to find in the world. If you take out any one, it may fetch a high price.

Of course, Qin Fengming's current net worth is difficult to compare with these old monsters even if they are put together. Not to mention the hundreds of spiritual grasses that are tens of thousands of years old, the number of spiritual stones on his body at this time is not comparable to that of an infant transformation monk.

As the competition slowly progressed, after five days, there were only a few people still fighting on dozens of competition stages.

After five days of fighting and competition, all members of the Xiao branch have participated in the challenge once, and many of them have participated in the challenge twice. Even those branches that failed to defend the challenge have already launched a challenge. Of course, there are some happy and some sad inside.

Since Qin Fengming won the challenge, no branch of the Xiao clan has challenged him in such a long time. This also makes Xiao Qinghao and other Honghu Island clan members feel relieved.

At this time, what the Xiao Qinghao brothers are most worried about is that other tribes will challenge the monk surnamed Wei and let him consume too many talismans. If his talismans are used up, he will be in the middle stage of foundation building with only that fourth-level monster. The monk surnamed Wei will definitely have difficulty escaping unscathed.

But the two of them didn't know that facing these foundation-building monks, if Qin Fengming took action without any scruples, even if everyone came on the field together, he could defeat them all in an instant.

Xiao Jinxuan's uncle and nephew were in a different mood at this time. Although he was in the Xiao clan and facing dozens of high-ranking people from the Xiao clan, he was extremely frightened and didn't know how to act.

Just as Xiao Qinghao was thinking, a voice rang in his ears:

"Qinghao, your Honghu Island branch is going to challenge the arena where the Twin Snakes Valley is. Don't ask for the reason. You just need to tell fellow Taoist Wei to try his best to win. I will give him a heart-stabilizing pill when the time comes."

Xiao Qinghao's face suddenly changed when he heard this voice transmission. This voice was not coming from someone else, but was spoken by the Taishang Ancestor of his own ethnic group.

Valley of the Two Snakes? Xiao Qinghao was shocked when he heard the name of this clan branch. This clan has been a first-class clan for hundreds of years. It’s not that no one challenged him in previous years, it’s just that no one who challenged him could pull him down.

The reason is that there is an extremely powerful spiritual weapon in this clan branch. This spiritual weapon is more like a set than one piece. The name of this spiritual weapon is: Yuanyang Thousand Needle Pocket. Normally, this bag is just two huge pieces of silk cloth. If the monk was wrapped in it, his skin and flesh would be torn.

Probably because of this, there are many sharp needles scattered all over the silk cloth. These sharp needles are extremely sharp, and even compared with a top-grade spiritual weapon, they are not inferior at all.

When these two pieces of silk cloth are driven, they are the most powerful in the art of separate attack and combined attack. Even if a monk's top spiritual weapon cuts on them, it will certainly be difficult to damage them at all.

The most terrifying thing is that these two pieces of silk cloth can be transformed into a huge cloth bag, and thousands of flying needles are shot out from it. This flying needle is extremely powerful, even if it is blocked by a top-level spiritual weapon, it can also It will be defeated in an instant.

In the situation where there is no treasure, the monks in the foundation-building stage have no choice but to retreat and bow their heads and admit defeat when facing this spiritual weapon.

Xiao Qinghao was very puzzled by his ancestor's arrangement, but he was very firm when he listened to his ancestor's words. Although he was very resistant, with his alchemy cultivation, he did not dare to disobey his ancestor in the slightest. After pondering for a moment, he opened his mouth softly and sent a message to Qin Fengming:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, below, I from the Honghu Island Clan will challenge the clansmen on the front and center stage. This battle will require fellow daoist to take action. I hope that fellow daoist can go all out. If we really win, my ancestor promises to give us a stable weapon." Xindan and fellow Taoists.”

Although Qin Fengming didn't know much about alchemy, he knew a thing or two about this pill. This elixir is among the elixirs taken by the foundation-building monks.

But it is extremely cherished. The spiritual grass needed for refining is extremely difficult to find. It is usually taken as a way to break through the bottleneck of elixir production.

If it were put up for auction in the market, tens of thousands of spirit stones would definitely be sold.

Although this pill is precious, compared with Qin Fengming's Xinwu Pill, he is sure that the energy contained in it is far inferior. Of course, this idea will not be revealed at all.

Now that Xiao Qinghao has decided to challenge the clan branch on the central platform, Qin Fengming will not shirk. With a slight movement of his lips, he conveyed the words of agreement to Xiao Qinghao.

After a moment's hesitation, Xiao Qinghao informed Qin Fengming of the powerful spiritual weapon. However, it was difficult to judge who would use the spiritual weapon at this time. He just told him to pay more attention during the battle.

Qin Fengming would not take it seriously when it came to top-level spiritual weapons, but seeing Xiao Qinghao speaking so solemnly, he became a little more vigilant.

With Xiao Qinghao's approval, Qin Fengming stood up, flew towards the high platform in the center in front of him, and slowly landed on the stone platform. After bowing to the old man in charge, he said calmly:

"Wei Daoming, a branch of Honghu Island, wants to challenge Fellow Daoist Shuang Snake Valley. I would like to ask some fellow Daoist to come over and give me some advice."

Seeing the people from Honghu Island coming forward to challenge, the three people from Shuangsnake Valley were not surprised at all. Just now, the three of them had received personal instructions from the ancestors of their clans, asking them to use all their strength to stop the Honghu Island monks. And there was something in his words that made the three of them want to kill him.

The two Xiao Clan monks were also very puzzled when they heard the ancestor's instructions. However, there was a bit of anger in the ancestor's voice. They did not dare to go against the words of the ancestor Huaying.

After talking to each other, one person stood up and entered the arena. He stood more than fifty feet away from Qin Fengming. After the ceremony was completed, the man said calmly:

"Xiao Songting from the Twin Snakes Valley came to ask fellow Taoist Wei for advice."

After he finished speaking, he stared at Qin Fengming closely, clasped an object tightly in his hand, and did not dare to slack off at all.

He has been paying attention to the inconspicuous middle-aged foundation-building monk in front of him for a long time. He is also very familiar with the three previous competitions. The various methods used by this middle-aged man also shocked him. Now he is fighting against him. , which naturally heightened the vigilance.

Qin Fengming saw that this man was in his fifties, with a white face and no beard, and was at the peak of his cultivation. He was standing fifty feet away from him. Looking at the expression on his face, he couldn't help but smile to himself, knowing that he was afraid of his flying. Needle spirit weapon.

Seeing the two of them standing still and saying each other's names, the old man Cheng Dan who was presiding over the competition said in a low voice:

"let's start."