Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Qin Fengming and Fang Liang, if they only looked at their looks, anyone would feel easy to bully. Because the two of them are too young. Qin Fengming is only in his twenties, while Fang Liang is even younger, no more than twenty at most.

After close inspection, Fang Liang had a special physique and the four of them couldn't tell anything, but Qin Fengming didn't have any aura of vicissitudes of life.

Even if the bone age cannot be detected accurately, it can be known that he, a cultivator at the pinnacle of spiritual communication, is not too old. With such two monks, others would naturally not be overly wary.

It was a tacit understanding that after Qin Fengming agreed, he seemed to have lost his memory and did not mention anything about signing a contract between the two parties. The four monks seemed to be the same way, and they just confirmed it verbally.

"Very good. It's an excellent win-win situation for you and me to unite. Now let's get to know each other..."

Both sides looked very happy. The middle-aged man named Hu pointed at the three people around him and introduced them to Qin Fengming one by one.

Of course, Qin Fengming and Fang Liang also reported their names.

There are three monks left, one of whom is named Hu, and the other two are named Ding. After a conversation, Qin Fengming also learned that there were no communication cards on the four of them, but special soul contact spells had been set on the four of them before they were teleported.

As long as they are within a certain range, four people can sense each other's approximate location.

Qin Fengming understands this kind of talisman, but it requires communicating with the monk's soul, which most monks are not willing to do.

It seems that these four people were specially selected by the Qiang Hui tribe to participate in the trial. For the development of the clan, the four cultivators at the top of the spiritual realm paid such a high price.

Each of the six people took out a map of the Ten Thousand Island Sea area given by Tianying Palace. After carefully identifying the surroundings, they found the location of the six people on the jade slips of the map without much effort.

Originally, Qin Fengming and Fang Liang had no intention of using the map. They were connected mentally and had the communication board with them, so there was no need to mark the exact location. But at this time, four other monks joined the group, so they had to get their bearings clear.

After exchanging transmission notes, the six people separated and searched in a certain direction.

After experiencing the terrifying sea beast incident before, Qin Fengming and Fang Liang were much more careful at this moment. With all his consciousness fully released, he just locked the forward route. Whether there are tokens around him or not is naturally a matter of law.

The sea area here is tens of millions of miles wide.

The number of tokens is only forty-nine. Even if there are thousands of monks entering the Ten Thousand Islands Sea, the chance of finding the tokens easily is not high.

After the six people searched the surrounding area for several days, they found nothing.

After a brief discussion, the six people left the area.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed. I don’t know whether Qin Fengming and the other two were very unlucky, or they missed it when they were searching. They never discovered the token existed.

During this process, although they encountered two sea beasts, none of the six people tried to provoke them, but stayed away from them.

Fighting with sea beasts was not among Qin Fengming's stated goals. He would naturally not want to come forward if it was not necessary.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I found a token. It's just an owner's thing. Do you want to grab it or not?" A few days later, Fang Liang's voice appeared from the sign.

"The token that belongs to the owner? Grab it, why not grab it. As long as it does not leave the sea area of ​​​​Wandao, it does not belong to the owner. Inform the four fellow Taoists and ask them to surround the person holding the token."

Without too much hesitation, Qin Fengming quickly made his decision.

Thousands of monks entered here just to fight for it. No matter who he meets, as long as he has the token with him, he can snatch it with peace of mind.

As soon as the news came out, Qin Fengming turned around and flew towards Fang Liang's direction.

Since they were searching together, they naturally could not leave the four Qiang and Hui people idle, so without hesitation, they asked Fang Liang to notify the four monks to work together to pursue the escaping man.

Things are easier to do when there are a lot of people. When Qin Fengming arrived at the place where everyone stopped in a hurry, the matter had been solved.

The person who discovered the token and took it with him to leave the Ten Thousand Islands Sea was an old man with white hair. The cultivation level is just that of a person in the late stage of spiritual connection.

This old man was very bachelor. When he saw several monks surrounding him, he did not resist. Instead, he happily took out the token and sent it to Fang Liang.

His original intention was to provoke the crowd who gathered around to fight with each other so that he could reap the benefits.

It can be seen that everyone is familiar with each other and has no intention of stepping forward to fight for it. The old man has understood that they came to the Ten Thousand Islands Sea in a group.

No one went after the old man, but looked at the token in Fang Liang's hand.

There is nothing surprising about this token. It is only as long as an adult's hand and is purple and black. The token is very simple, with dense carvings of small spiritual patterns on it. There is a layer of faint black light covering the entire token, but its energy fluctuations are not too revealing.

If placed at the foot of a mountain, where thick spiritual energy pervades, it would be difficult to find this token even if it is dozens of miles away.

However, on the Dharma plate, the highlight of the token is very bright.

One look at this token will tell you that this token has been around for quite some time. Because there is a very ancient and vicissitudes of atmosphere on the token.

Qin Fengming looked carefully and knew that the person who refined this token was definitely very skilled in weapon refining.

"This is the first token we got. Just put it away, two fellow Taoists." Looking at the token in Fang Liang's hand, the leader, the old man surnamed Hu, didn't show any abnormalities at all, and said to Qin Fengming and the others.

"We have an appointment to look for four tokens together, and take two each. This is just the first one, and it doesn't matter who takes it. However, Fang wants to let a fellow Taoist carry it, so he doesn't have to look for other tokens. Just protect the token among our guards. What do you think?"

Fang Liang glanced at the four of them and did not negotiate with Qin Fengming. He thought about it for a while and then spoke directly.

Hearing Fang Liang's words, the four Qiang and Hui monks were obviously shocked. They did not expect that the extremely young-looking monk in front of them would say this.

The four of them didn't react until they saw the token flying directly in front of a monk named Ding.

"Okay, let Brother Ding carry the token and stay between the five of us. If there is any danger, he will immediately send a telegraph notification." Without too much hesitation, the old man surnamed Hu nodded and agreed to what Fang Liang said.

Although their expressions were calm, there was a hint of surprise deep in the eyes of the four of them.

Seeing Fang Liang arranging his words in this way, Qin Fengming made no move to interrupt, his expression was calm, and he did not express any objection.

Putting away the tokens, Qin Fengming and the other five re-identified their bearings, flashed again, and each flew away in one direction.

Only the monk surnamed Ding who collected the token was left on the spot.

Watching Qin Fengming and Fang Liang leave and disappear from their consciousness, the face of the monk surnamed Ding holding the token suddenly showed joy, and there seemed to be a trace of sarcasm in his smile.