Rise of Qinglian

"Fellow Taoist Ouyang is so complimentary. Your junior is not bad either, but he is a bit heavy-handed."

Wang Changsheng said politely, and both sides complimented each other.

Following Wang Changsheng's gaze, Ouyang Yuerong's whole body was wrapped in red flames in a certain arena, and most of the arena turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Not long after, the flames dissipated, and a naked young female cultivator lay in a huge steaming pit, her breath sluggish.

"I don't think so. The sword has no eyes. If you keep your hand, wouldn't you give your opponent a chance? Even if you hit the target, it is inevitable that you will miss."

Zhang Wuchen said nonchalantly.

Wang Changsheng smiled calmly and did not refute.

In a certain arena, a girl in a green dress with delicate features and beautiful eyes used nine green flying swords to release dense green sword energy and hit Zhang Hongwu.

Zhang Hongwu didn't panic, turned his jade hand over, and a small and exquisite cyan clock appeared in his hand.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

Three bells rang, and circles of cyan sound waves visible to the naked eye swept out. All the cyan sword energy touched the cyan sound waves, like melting snow in spring, and disappeared one after another.

The girl in the green skirt frowned and was about to take other actions when a giant fireball as big as a house came from the opposite side.

She snorted softly, flicked her wrist, and a large piece of green sword energy flew out, smashing the giant fireball into pieces, and the fire light scattered in all directions.

There was a flash of blue light above the head, and a huge green bell emerged. With a slight shake, it sprayed out a large blue sound wave.

The body-protecting aura of the girl in the green skirt was shattered instantly, and her whole body turned into a rain of blood and exploded. The scene was very bloody.

"Zhang Hong Wu wins."

Ouyang Hongsheng frowned slightly and said to Zhang Wuchen: "Mrs. Zhang, please try your best not to hurt people's lives. It will hurt the harmony and it will be bad for everyone."

More than a thousand immortal cultivators participated in the competition, and now there are only forty people left. These forty immortal cultivators have a high chance of entering the alchemy stage. Zhang Hongwu killed his opponent, and Ouyang Hongsheng could not ignore it.

"I'll tell her now, but it's hard to guarantee that a sword has no eyes."

Zhang Wuchen readily agreed. Listening to her words, she didn't take her seriously. Maybe she had another agenda.

Wang Youwei was unlucky enough to face Huangfu Yu, a cultivator with Tianlinggen.

He took out his magic weapon and chopped it on Huangfu Yu's arm. There was a dull sound of metal colliding, and the puppet beast could not hurt Huangfu Yu.

Huangfu Yu wore a pair of golden gloves on both hands, with an indifferent expression and a hint of joking in his eyes.

"Hey, it's my turn next."

Huangfu Yu chuckled and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Wang Youwei.

"You win."

Wang Youwei held out a blue shield in front of him and shouted loudly.

Neither the magic weapon nor the puppet beast can hurt Huangfu Yu, so Wang Youwei has little chance of winning. Of course, Huangfu Yu is the key training target of the Huangfu family. If Huangfu Yu is crippled or killed, the Wang family and the Huangfu family will be bound to death. Angry, Wang Youwei asked himself that he couldn't control the scale, so he simply gave up.

Most of the foundation-building monks who fought with Huangfu Yu were seriously injured. Knowing that the chances of winning were slim, Wang Youwei would not fight head-on.

A man must be self-aware. Compared with life, face is nothing, and a real man can bend and stretch.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huangfu Yu had already arrived in front of Wang Youwei. His golden ring head hit the blue shield, and the blue shield instantly fell into pieces.

With a muffled sound, Wang Youwei's defenses were shattered, and he flew backwards, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Huangfu Yusheng!"

Following the referee's loud shout, Huangfu Yu jumped off the ring triumphantly.

"Uncle Youwei, are you okay?"

Wang Jijun quickly came to the stage and helped Wang Youwei up.

Wang Youwei's eyes were gloomy. He had already admitted defeat, and Huangfu Yu wanted to hurt him, making it clear that he wanted to use him to establish his power and warn other opponents.

"I'm fine. This guy is really perverted. I hope Hua Shao won't run into him."

Wang Youwei's tone was weak and his face was bloodless.

"Yu'er, this kid doesn't have any serious intentions. Young people are just impulsive."

Huangfurui sighed, obviously defending Huangfu Yu.

"Yes! Young people are a little impulsive. We all come here like this, it's understandable."

Wang Changsheng's tone was calm. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he would not resent the Huangfu family for this trivial matter.

The Treasure Hunting Conference is actually a way for various forces to show their strength. Wang Changsheng is curious about what kind of spirit Zhang Hongwu is.

Disciples with good qualifications and high-level monks will use secret techniques to hide their qualifications. Unless the spirit person takes the initiative to tell them, it will be difficult for other monks to see.

At the end of this round of competition, twenty foundation-building monks will advance to the next round. Another twenty foundation-building monks will compete again, and the winner will advance to the top thirty.

This time, Wang Huashang's opponent was a burly man with a black face and a muscular back. The black-faced man had an eighth-level foundation cultivation, and his muscles were bulging and full of strength.

As soon as the competition began, the black-faced man took out a long black stick. After injecting mana, the long black stick's light increased greatly, turning into shadows of many sticks. With the momentum of a mountain, it went straight towards Wang Huasheng and hit him. If he was hit by the shadows of the heavy sticks, If hit, Wang Huashang will not die but will be disabled.

Wang Huasheng's figure was blurred and turned into an afterimage, heading straight towards the black-faced man. The black-faced man's attack failed, and half of the arena was smashed to pieces by heavy stick shadows, and dust flew into the air.

Wang Huashang relied on his flexible body to run around in the ring. The black-faced man had brute strength, and there was nothing he could do against Wang Huashang.

With the wind attribute spiritual root, in terms of speed, the black-faced man really couldn't compare to Wang Huashang.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the black-faced man was panting from exhaustion. Wang Huasheng suddenly appeared behind the black-faced man. With a flick of his finger, a dazzling green light shot out and penetrated into the black-faced man's body.

The limbs of the black-faced man bent uncontrollably, as if an invisible big hand had grabbed his hands and feet, using the Wind Binding Technique.

Countless black spiritual patterns appeared on the black-faced man's body, and he broke free from the wind binding technique. A blue dragon fell from the sky, and its huge dragon claws pressed the black-faced man to the ground, unable to move.

"Wang Huasheng wins."

The referee declared Wang Huashang the winner, and the green dragon released its claws.

In a certain arena, Chen Yunhai smashed his right hand into the void, and countless seawater emerged, suddenly turning into a five- to six-foot blue fist shadow and hitting the opposite side.

After a deafening roar, the opponent's defenses were shattered and he flew backwards, vomiting blood.

"Chen Yunhai wins."

This round of competition ended soon. Ten people including Ouyang Yuerong, Huangfu Yu, Zhang Hongwu, Chen Yunhai, Feng Yunyang, Wang Huasheng, Ouyang Mingli, Ouyang Mingshuang, Ouyang Yuruo, and Ouyang Yulin competed for the top ten. Wang You In order to win the competition, ten foundation-building monks competed for the 21st to 30th place.