Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

With an anxious mood, Qin Fengming left the weapon refining hall and returned to his residence.

At this time, Qin Fengming still couldn't calm down in his heart. It can be said that agreeing to Uncle Fei will have both advantages and disadvantages. If you agree, it can be said that it will be a sure thing to succeed in building your own foundation.

If the foundation is successful, it means that your life span will be more than a hundred years longer. One hundred years, to ordinary people, would be a lifetime.

For every Qi Gathering Stage monk, success in foundation building is something that they yearn for. However, Qin Fengming knew clearly in his heart that as long as he agreed, he would devote the rest of his life to the Luoxia Sect's weapon refining business. He would not expect to improve his cultivation further, and becoming an elixir would be beyond his reach.

Such a result would run counter to Qin Fengming's stated goal. It was hard for him to accept it.

What was slightly advantageous for Qin Fengming was that Master Fei didn't ask him to answer the matter immediately.

In this competition, if he can enter the top forty, he will definitely get a Foundation Building Pill. If you rely on the Foundation Building Pill, it will still be difficult to successfully build the Foundation. At that time, it will not be too late to agree to Master Fei. Anyway, it is not easy for Master Fei to find another disciple who is as talented as himself in refining weapons.

Thinking of this, Qin Fengming felt relieved, so he calmed down and began to practice patience again, preparing for a competition that would not be missed.

The third round of competition lasted for three full days, and its excitement was incomparable to the first two rounds. At this time, the remaining disciples are all people with strong support. Whether it is magical weapons or methods, they are all extremely powerful.

After three rounds of competition, there were only ninety-two people left to enter the fourth round of competition. Among these ninety-two people, except Qin Fengming, who was at the eighth level, only five disciples were at the ninth level, and the rest were all without exception. The peak state of cultivation during the Qi gathering period.

Among these five ninth-level disciples, three are direct descendants of the Xiuxian family, and two are direct relatives of the elders of the Luoxia Sect.

Qin Fengming is an exception. He has neither a powerful family to back him nor a powerful monk to back him up.

Entering the competition venue, Qin Fengming looked at the monk standing opposite and felt a great fondness for him.

The person in front of him is slightly fat, but his complexion is extremely fair. He has a smile on his face and looks harmless, giving people a feeling that he is very easy to get along with. Judging from his cultivation, he is already at the peak of the Qi gathering stage.

Seeing his opponent's expression, Qin Fengming smiled, hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed his hands, bowed deeply and said: "Little brother Qin Fengming, I would like to pay tribute to my senior brother. I hope that my senior brother can be merciful during the competition later."

The fat white young man also had a smile on his face.

He looked at Qin Fengming, grinned, a loyal look immediately appeared on his face, and said politely:

"I have long heard that Junior Brother Qin's methods are extremely powerful. Jiang Feng and Feng Kai, two disciples with strong support, were defeated by Junior Brother. Although Senior Brother is a few years older than those two, he does not have the same wealth as those two. I hope that junior brother can be merciful and not let senior brother be too embarrassed."

The uncle who was presiding over the competition just smiled slightly and snorted slightly when he saw that both of them answered very politely.

As he waved his hand, Qin Fengming's fourth round of competition began.

As usual, Qin Fengming held out an ice shield talisman under the wave of the uncle's hand. With a flash of light, a layer of blue shield appeared outside his body.

Just before he could raise his head, a white light suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

‘Hang’ followed a flash of white light, and a crisp explosion resounded in front of him.

I saw a white sword flashing with astonishing power, and it had actually struck the ice shield in front of me. This single blow caused the ice shield in front of Qin Fengming to shake violently, and at the same time, a ball of blue light also flashed out.

Seeing that the ice shield was almost broken by the opponent's blow, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel horrified. With a wave of his hand, the fine iron shield shot out from his hand.

But before the fine iron shield could materialize, a 'bang' sound that shocked Qin Fengming's heart had already resounded in his ears.

There was a flash of white light in front of him, and a sword light shot towards his face.

The speed was so fast that it was almost as fast as lightning.

"Ah! Junior brother, be careful." Following this sudden change, everyone watching the competition outside the field exclaimed.

At this time, Qin Fengming, even if he tried to activate the fine iron shield, it would be useless.

The protective shield outside his body was only one or two feet away from his body. After the opponent's sword light broke through the shield, without any pause, he attacked his face in a flash.

At such a distance, it would be absolutely difficult for other Qi-gathering monks to dodge.

But what shocked everyone present was that as the shield shattered, Qin Fengming, who was standing on the spot, disappeared without a trace.

Then under the flash of white sword light, the empty place flew past, and unexpectedly cut into the empty space.

The fat senior brother saw that the ice shield in front of the other party was broken by his magical weapon. He thought that he was sure to win this battle, but he didn't expect that the other party suddenly disappeared in front of him.

With a start in his heart, his consciousness was quickly released, and he saw Qin Fengming standing still on the spot a dozen feet away.

At this time, Qin Fengming had a shield flying in front of him. There is also a golden shield outside the body that flashes this solid fluorescence.

This golden shield is the mid-level talisman 'Vajra Talisman' that Qin Fengming personally refined.

Although the 'Vajra Talisman' and the 'Ice Shield Talisman' are both low-level and mid-level talismans, their toughness is many times stronger than the Ice Shield Talisman. Qin Fengming wasted hundreds of pieces of talisman paper just by refining the diamond talisman. The difficulty of refining is evident from this.

Suddenly seeing that his attack failed to achieve any success, the fat senior brother was stunned.

His sneak attack method was unfavorable in the previous competition. Even in the third round, when he met a disciple at the peak of Qi Gathering Stage and a very famous person in Luoxia Sect, he could not dodge this attack in front of him with this method.

Qin Fengming is only a person at the eighth level of the Qi Gathering Stage. In the heart of the fat monk, he will definitely win with this method. I never thought that my most reliable method would be broken by the other party.

What surprised him even more was that at this moment, he still didn't understand what kind of method the other party used just now, how could he disappear out of thin air, just like the teleportation in the rumors.

But the teleportation technique is only available to seniors at the Transformation Infant stage. How can an eighth-level disciple at the Qi Gathering stage be able to use it?

This made the fat monk puzzled. The magic weapon stopped in the air and he forgot to command it.

Seeing the other party's surprised expression, Qin Fengming smiled slightly, stretched out his hands, and ten talismans appeared in his hands. With a flick of his fingers, ten talismans flashed in the air and turned into ten fiery snakes. With whimpering sounds, they immediately flew towards the fat senior brother.

The fat senior brother was stunned when he suddenly saw several fire snakes appearing in front of him. He was so frightened that he was immediately scared to death. He turned around and wanted to escape in the air.

Fire Snake is a mid-level spell, and its attack power is equivalent to that of a high-level magic weapon. A dozen fire snakes are equivalent to a dozen high-grade magic weapons attacking at the same time. How can he not be afraid?

But its speed cannot be faster than that of a fire snake.

Just after flying a few feet, ten fire snakes were already approaching. There were constant sounds of 'bang, bang, bang', and the protective shield in front of them was broken in an instant. Ten fire snakes circled around him, and suddenly disappeared with a 'pop' sound. Only the dumbfounded little fat man was left standing on the spot.

The situation took a turn for the worse. Just now, he was sure of victory, but now he was defeated and had no power to fight back. The fat monk found it hard to accept it for a moment.

Amid everyone's exclamations, Qin Fengming bowed deeply to the uncle, then smiled and cupped his hands to the little fat man, turned around and left the competition venue.

Long after he left, the chatter among the spectators continued.

Until this moment, many low-level disciples watching the battle in the audience still could not understand how Qin Fengming avoided that fatal blow. But there are also people with superb eyesight who noticed an afterimage of Qin Fengming at that time and knew that it was not a teleportation technique. It's just a superb body technique.

Qin Fengming's action did not escape those uncles in the foundation building stage. Under the powerful consciousness of the foundation-building monks, Qin Fengming's actions are still traceable.

The dozens of foundation-building monks present all knew that Qin Fengming was an outstanding disciple in Luoxia Valley before he entered the sect. It is not surprising that there is such a method of lightening one's body. But Qin Fengming's use of martial arts skills in the competition between monks still made them feel bright.

What surprised everyone even more was that Qin Fengming actually used ten mid-level talismans to attack the enemy at the same time. This kind of money-burning move made many low-level disciples jealous.

You know, ten mid-level talismans are equivalent to one or two hundred low-level spiritual stones. Such a generous act. No one else would have the guts to fight.

In this kind of competition, even a casual cultivator in the foundation-building period who consumes so many mid-level talismans at one time has no such wealth.

Following Qin Fengming's round of competition, the name of a 'talisman killer' suddenly spread among the low-level disciples of the Luoxia Sect.

This round of competition ended in just one day.

After the fourth round of competition, there are now only forty-six people left. Among these forty-six people, only three are not at the peak of the Qi Gathering Stage. Among them is Qin Fengming, an outlier.