Rise of Qinglian

After Tong Huan finished the exchange, she sat back in her seat. Huangfurui stood up and took out more than a dozen materials, including magic weapons, alchemy materials, weapon refining materials, array flags, spiritual liquid, etc.

"These things are exchanged for ice-attribute elixirs that are more than a thousand years old, fourth-level ice-attribute elixirs, and fourth-level ice-attribute demon elixirs."

When Huangfurui finished speaking, he glanced at Wang Changsheng seemingly unintentionally.

What Huangfurui wants to exchange is ice-attribute alchemy materials and elixirs. As far as Wang Changsheng knows, Huangfurui does not practice ice-attribute skills. He may be exchanging them for his tribe. Some elixirs require ice-attribute elixirs to neutralize their properties.

Wang Qingling raised the Ice Wind Jiao, and Wang Ruyan raised two blue-eyed cold silkworms. Wang Changsheng also needed ice-based alchemy materials or elixirs, and what Huangfurui brought out was not worth exchanging with Wang Changsheng.

The exchange meeting lasted for more than half an hour. Some people exchanged successfully and some failed.

After the items were exchanged, everyone discussed their cultivation experience. Naturally, they would not reveal their own skills. The descriptions were rather vague, but there were lessons to be learned.

While the Nascent Soul monks were exchanging their cultivation experiences, the Treasure Hunting Conference had also reached the Top 100 Advanced Competition.

After the first round of competition, 760 people advanced to the second round. After several rounds of competition, there are currently 181 contestants. Some of the competitions were fierce and both sides were seriously injured. It was ruled a tie and both teams were eliminated.

Wang Youwei stood on the ring, looking a little nervous. His opponent was a hot-looking young woman in a red dress, with an eighth-level foundation.

Wang Youwei didn't have many methods at his disposal. The contestants in the Treasure Hunting Conference were relatively strong. In the first few rounds of competition, Wang Youwei almost used all his cards to win. He was able to win mainly with the help of two second-level players. A top-grade puppet beast, a magic weapon that can immobilize other people's magic weapons, and a flying needle magic weapon.

Of course he still has a trump card, and at this point, he can no longer hide it.

Wang Youwei controlled two second-level puppet beasts to rush towards the opposite side, and held out a palm-sized white command flag, waving it wildly.

The wind was strong, and a large white cold wind swept out.

A huge dark cloud suddenly appeared above the two of them. The dark clouds rolled violently and large snowflakes fell from the sky.

The young woman in the red dress held out a red jade bottle and released a large red flame to protect her whole body.

As soon as Xuehua came three feet closer to the young woman in the red dress, she quickly disappeared.

The young woman in the red dress used nine red flying knives and slashed at the two second-level puppet beasts, causing a muffled sound of "clang".

She seemed to be a little impatient. She changed the magic formula and poured a magic formula into the red jade bottle. The fire was bright, and a red firebird about ten feet tall flew out from the flames, carrying an astonishing high temperature and pounced on it. opposite.

"The magical weapon takes shape!"

Wang Youwei's face was solemn, and he quickly took out the mirror magic weapon and released a glow, which suddenly covered the red firebird. The red firebird was immediately immobilized and unable to move.

The young woman in the red dress changed her magic formula, and countless runes appeared on her body. Balls of red fire suddenly appeared in the void, hanging in the air like a meteor shower.

Hundreds of red fireballs hit the opposite side with a terrifying momentum.

The wind picked up, and countless snowflakes flew, turning into a white snow wall several feet high, blocking Wang Youwei.

Boom!

The white snow wall was smashed into pieces, and air waves billowed.

The young woman in the red dress opened her mouth, and a ball of cyan flame flew out. After a blur, it turned into a palm-sized cyan firebird and flew towards the opposite side.

The cyan firebird is a secret fire that she has cultivated for many years. It is far from comparable to ordinary flames.

Wang Youwei blocked all the red fireballs, and the blue firebird also came in front of him.

A clear bird song sounded, and the blue firebird hit Wang Youwei's body-protecting spiritual light, turning into a ball of blue flames and flooding Wang Youwei's body.

After a moment, the flames dissipated, revealing a pale silver talisman that ignited without wind.

"Shadow Talisman!"

The face of the young woman in the red dress turned ugly. The shadow talisman was a second-level talisman that could copy the appearance and breath of the original body. The drawback was that it could not move.

A dazzling blue light lit up in the void nearby, revealing Wang Youwei's body.

With a flick of his sleeves, a palm-sized white wheel flew out and entered a magic formula. The white wheel's light swelled and suddenly turned into a white giant crane about ten feet in size, flying towards the opposite side.

At the same time, the wind was strong, and countless snowflakes were flying in the wind, turning into white ice blades, rushing to attack the blue firebird.

The young woman in the red dress changed her appearance greatly. She wanted to use her magical weapon to resist. The ape puppet beast suddenly sprayed out a golden sound wave. At the same time, a large piece of golden light flew out of its mouth. The cancer puppet beast sprayed out a large piece of blue water. With the arrow, the giant white crane flapped its wings fiercely, and dense white feathers shot out.

Boom!

After a series of roars, the body-protecting aura of the young woman in the red dress was broken. The giant white crane scratched her clothes, revealing her red mandarin duck bellyband. If Wang Youwei hadn't shown mercy, she would have died.

"The king will win."

Wang Youwei breathed a sigh of relief. The young woman in the red dress was afraid of the mirror magic weapon in his hand, so it was impossible for him to show his trump card all at once. He simply used a trick to lure the other party to use his trump card, then show up again and use his own. His trump card, the Ice Crane Wheel, was used to worship the opponent. The Ice Crane Wheel was refined into the spirit of a second-level high-grade Ice Moon Crane, which allowed it to transform and attack.

At this time, most of the competitions in other arenas were over.

Wang Youwei jumped off the ring and looked towards a certain ring.

Wang Jijun controlled nine blue flying swords and released dense blue sword light to attack a young man in a blue shirt with handsome features.

The young man in blue shirt is called Chen Yunhai, a water attribute Tianlinggen monk and a disciple of He Bin, the real person of Qianyang.

Chen Yunhai was proficient in water spells. He drew his hands towards the void, and countless blue lights emerged, turning into a thick blue water curtain, blocking him in front of him.

Wang Jijun frowned and changed his sword technique. There was a buzzing sound in the void, the void was distorted, and a blue cloud dozens of feet in size appeared out of thin air.

The blue clouds rolled violently, and large amounts of rain poured down. After a blur, each drop of rain turned into a blue flying sword about a foot long, and shot towards Chen Yunhai.

An area of ​​dozens of feet in radius was covered by the blue flying sword.

Chen Yunhai stood motionless as his body was pierced by dense blue flying swords and turned into countless blue water vapor, which was obviously a fake body.

"Water Shadow Technique!"

Wang Jijun frowned. She suddenly thought of something. She turned her jade hand over and a blue flying sword appeared in her hand.

At this moment, countless blue lights lit up behind her, and Chen Yunhai suddenly appeared, surrounded by a large sheet of blue water vapor.

Countless blue lights shot out from his right fist and struck towards Wang Jiyun's body-protecting spiritual light.

With a muffled sound, Chen Yunhai's right fist was blocked by Wang Jijun's body-protecting spiritual light, but countless seawater emerged out of thin air and wrapped Wang Jijun.

Wang Jijun felt an irresistible gravity coming on him, and the protective aura suddenly shattered. His body tightened and he could not move.

"Chen Yun Haisheng."

the referee shouted.

The blue light on Chen Yunhai's hand dissipated, and the seawater surrounding Wang Jijun dispersed. Wang Jijun's clothes were wet by the seawater, and his plump figure was looming.

Wang Youwei quickly walked onto the ring, took out a blue cloak, and put it on Wang Jiyun.

"I accept it, Fairy Wang."

Chen Yunhai cupped his fists with both hands, said modestly, and jumped off the ring.