Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Being able to destroy the opponent's black flag in one fell swoop, Qin Fengming was not too surprised.

Hundreds of wind blades attack together, and even a monk who achieves alchemy will definitely not dare to take this attack head-on without a weapon. A mere top-level spiritual weapon would be difficult to stop in the slightest.

As the black flag was broken, the thick black magic mist rolled violently and dissipated into the air in an instant. If everyone hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought that this black mist had never appeared before.

At the moment when the black flag broke, the monk surnamed Huang, who was outside the magic mist, shouted:

"Ah...boy, how dare you damage my treasure."

Following the roar of the middle-aged monk surnamed Huang, a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body immediately began to shake. In a moment, the tall body fell towards the stone platform.

This situation puzzled Qin Fengming, who had just escaped from the trap: This old man named Huang must be too angry. For a mere top-notch spiritual weapon, he was so angry that he vomited blood.

Qin Fengming didn't know that the spiritual weapon owned by the monk named Huang was different from other treasures.

Although the foundation-building monks cannot refine their own natal magic weapon, the practice of this middle-aged monk is different. After his foundation-building success, he has already begun to refine his own natal magic weapon, which is this black demon flag.

Although the monk surnamed Huang, who is a foundation-building monk, cannot take this spiritual weapon into his body to nourish it, through his master's special secret technique, he can use his own essence and blood to continuously refine this treasure. So much so that the power of this spiritual weapon is far greater than other top spiritual weapons.

If another cultivator at the top of the Foundation Establishment had entered it, he would surely have fallen. Unexpectedly, this time I would meet a strange person like Qin Fengming.

Although the power of the black demon flag was made extremely powerful by secret techniques, the damage suffered by the monk surnamed Huang when Qin Fengming destroyed it was also extremely powerful. So much so that he passed out.

The old man Cheng Dan who presided over the competition had already been prepared. When the monk surnamed Huang fell from the sky, he appeared beside the monk surnamed Huang and reached out to catch him in his hand.

Just when the old man surnamed Xiao Chengdan removed the restriction, with a flash of red light, an evil-faced old man wearing a red gown appeared on the high platform, and then with a wave of his hand, a sword energy of two to three feet appeared. Then it flew out from his hand and went straight to Qin Fengming, who was standing twenty feet away, and slashed at him.

"Friend Hong, stop."

This turn of events shocked everyone present. The old man surnamed Xiao Chengdan, who was holding the monk surnamed Huang, was also shocked. He raised his hand and sacrificed a magic weapon.

But the distance between the two is too far, and it is too late to save them at this time.

Qin Fengming, who was under the attack, was even more shocked. He was so close to the evil-faced old man, and no matter how much he tried to avoid it, he could no longer avoid it.

As Qin Fengming's thoughts turned, a pagoda more than one or two feet high appeared in front of him. Then, with a movement of his body, Biyun Lost Movement was unleashed and he flashed to the side.

"boom"

With a loud and earth-shattering banging sound, the extremely tough and top-level spiritual weapon of the Yin-Yang Tower was split in half by the sword energy. In a flash, the two fragments of the spiritual weapon fell onto the stone platform.

With the slightest obstruction from the Yin-Yang Tower, Qin Fengming also narrowly avoided the opponent's fatal blow. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately moved his hands, and several talismans appeared in his hands.

By this time, he had already seen clearly that the other person was the evil-faced old man who had met before the mountain gate when he entered Shengyou Island. This man was undoubtedly the master of this monk named Huang.

Although the other party is at the peak of Chengdan cultivation, at this time, if the other party wants to kill Qin Fengming, he will not sit back and wait for death. He will only use all his means to fight to the death with the other party.

The evil-faced old man in red who missed the target did not attack again. He glared at Qin Fengming for a moment and snorted coldly: "Junior, how dare you destroy my disciple's treasure? I will definitely have your soul refined and you will never be reincarnated." .”

At this time, the old man in red also knew it and took action against the foundation-building monk on the opposite side.

It was already difficult to achieve his wish. Under the protection of a monk of the same level on the opposite side, he no longer had a chance to kill.

After he finished speaking, his body swayed and he came to the old man named Xiao. He stretched out his hand to take the monk surnamed Huang, turned around, and flew out of the valley.

Watching the old man in red go away, Qin Fengming lowered his high heart and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Although his self-control skills are amazing, fighting against a cultivator at the peak of Chengdan is no different from seeking death.

The scene that happened just now, because of the suddenness of the incident, even Xiao Hongzhi on the high platform had no time to stop it. His body swayed slightly, and when he wanted to get up, he saw that Master Red Devil had already left.

The monk surnamed Wei was able to avoid the hateful blow from the monk at the peak of Chengdan, which greatly impressed many high-level monks present. If someone were not extremely experienced in fighting, it would be extremely difficult for him to remain so clear-headed and avoid this attack at such a critical time.

Regarding the threatening words of the old man in red before leaving, any other casual cultivator would definitely have trouble sleeping and eating. To offend such a powerful monk is even more difficult than to put yourself in a dangerous place.

Qin Fengming was not worried at all about this. At this time, he was within the Xiao Clan. Although the master and disciple of the Red Devil Master were very domineering, he did not dare to take action at will when facing the Xiao Clan.

If he leaves the Xiao clan in the future, he will be confident that he will avoid the pursuit of these two people.

"Fellow Taoist Wei, you don't have to worry about the matter of Master Red Devil. I will deal with the matter personally later. In the subsequent competition, you should concentrate on it."

Just as Qin Fengming was thinking about it, Xiao Hongzhi's words came to his ears.

After hearing this, Qin Fengming did not reply, but nodded slightly. With a wave of his hand, he put away his spiritual weapon. Qin Fengming didn't pay much attention to the lost Yin-Yang Tower spiritual weapon. As a weapon refiner, he would not take spiritual weapons of a certain level seriously.

However, he would not believe too much in what the ancestor of the Xiao family said. Afterwards, the Xiao family might take out some treasures to compensate Master Red Devil, but it would be difficult to expose the offending of Master Red Devil.

Seeing that his side had suffered another defeat, the last monk in the Twin Snakes Valley also stood up, swayed, and slowly walked to the competition ground.

"Fellow Daoist Wei's methods are indeed amazing. He defeated two monks from our Double Snake Valley in a row. Xiao Songyuan had no choice but to go out and compete with fellow daoist."

He looked at Qin Fengming in the sky and said in a calm tone. There was indeed great confidence in his words.

As for how the secret treasure of the monk named Huang was destroyed, the many monks watching the battle outside were all aware of it, blocked by the thick black mist.

Just when Xiao Songyuan finished speaking, an old voice came into his ears:

"You have to be more careful when the monks on the opposite side attack you with a large number of low-level talismans. The power of those talismans is not weak, and they can compete with your flying needles."