Chapter 70 Competition
Chapter 70 Competition
As soon as the foundation-building cultivator finished speaking, Chen Yuan immediately touched his storage bag, and two magical weapons appeared in front of him.
A black flying sword and a small green shield, both are top-grade magical weapons.
Chen Yuan made a hand gesture and shouted softly:
"disease!"
Zheng!
The black flying sword made a sword sound and shot out!
At the same time, the black-robed monk was not far behind and also summoned out two top-grade magical weapons, a mace covered with spikes and a huge yellow tortoise shell.
Seeing the flying sword coming, he remained calm and just made some hand gestures.
The yellow turtle shell suddenly grew to three feet in size, blocking in front of him.
puff!
The black flying sword hit the turtle shell, made a dull sound, and flew back, but the turtle shell did not move at all.
The black-robed monk changed the spell in his hand and laughed grimly:
"go with!"
The mace flew towards Chen Yuan and smashed down hard!
Chen Yuan was not in a hurry. The spell in his hand changed, and the small green shield shone brightly, turning into a thick light shield about a foot in size, blocking the mace.
boom!
The light shield flashed twice and sank slightly, but it blocked the blow from the mace.
The black-robed monk immediately recalled his mace and gathered strength for the next attack.
But at this moment, Chen Yuan urged his magic power and the flying sword slashed towards the black-robed monk again.
Then he took out a talisman and threw it out.
The talisman began to burn and turned into three green light blades about a foot in size, which slashed towards the black-robed monk and formed a pincer attack with the flying sword.
This is a wind blade talisman. The light blade it transforms into is extremely sharp. It is a top-notch mid-grade talisman, and its price is comparable to that of a top-grade talisman.
The black-robed monk did not dare to delay. He used his tortoise shell to block the flying sword, took out a golden talisman from his storage bag, and slapped it on his body.
The talisman began to burn and turned into a set of golden armor that covered the black-robed monk.
Chen Yuan recognized it at a glance. It was a mid-grade golden armor talisman. He also had one in his hand. It had extremely strong defensive capabilities and was also a top-notch mid-grade magic talisman.
clang!
The green light blade slashed on the golden armor, flashed a few times, and both were destroyed.
"It's rude not to reciprocate. You should also experience my methods!"
The spell in the black-robed monk's hand changed, and the mace suddenly grew another foot larger. The black spikes extended to three inches in size and smashed towards Chen Yuan!
Chen Yuan's pupils shrank, and he activated his magic power. The green light shield became thicker and thicker, and he took the initiative to meet the attack.
boom!
The light shield flew back, and cracks appeared on its surface like broken glass.
The mace was blocked and its momentum was slightly reduced, but it continued to hit Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan stepped back, took out a golden armor talisman and slapped it on his body.
boom!
The golden armor was smashed by the mace and shattered into specks of golden light.
But the mace also bounced high under the recoil force.
The black-robed monk laughed heartily:
"Let's see how many times you can block it!"
As he spoke, he continued to mobilize his magic power, and the mace emitted a black light again, ready to smash down again.
But how could Chen Yuan just sit there and wait for death? He touched his storage bag, and five talismans appeared in his hand, which he threw out.
Five talismans burned and turned into fifteen wind blades, slashing towards the black-robed monk!
At the same time, the spell in Chen Yuan's hand changed, and the tip of the black flying sword was covered with a layer of strange blood light, and he slashed down!
The black-robed monk's face changed drastically, and he no longer bothered to wield the mace. He stepped back.
Five wind blade talismans are worth one hundred spirit stones, which is equivalent to half a mid-grade magic weapon.
This person must be from a family of immortal cultivators!
When the black-robed monk retreated, his hands were not idle. He first slapped a golden armor talisman on his body, then took out another talisman and muttered something.
Two breaths later, the talisman burned out and turned into a golden bell that covered him.
This is a top-grade magic talisman, the Golden Bell Talisman, whose protective ability is far stronger than the Golden Armor Talisman.
With two layers of protection, the black-robed monk finally felt relieved, stopped, and activated his tortoise shell to block the black flying sword.
laugh!
The flying sword slashed on the turtle shell, a flash of blood disappeared, and a deep mark was left on the turtle shell.
A look of pain appeared on the black-robed monk's face, but before he could launch a counterattack, fifteen wind blades had already slashed the golden bell.
clang!
The golden bell flickered a few times and then collapsed at the same time as the twelve wind blades.
The remaining three wind blades were unable to continue destroying the golden armor, and the black-robed monk barely managed to block this attack.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Chen Yuan use five wind blade talismans again, which turned into fifteen wind blades and shot towards him!
The strange blood light flashed again on the edge of the black flying sword, and it slashed towards the turtle shell!
The black-robed monk's face changed drastically, and he shouted:
"I surrender!"
The Foundation Establishment monk who was watching the battle immediately raised his hand and waved it. A wall of earth rose from the ground and blocked the black-robed monk.
The wind blades hit the earth wall and disintegrated, leaving only traces about an inch deep.
The foundation-building monk waved his hand again, and the earth wall collapsed, turning into a cloud of yellow smoke and dust, which dissipated with the wind.
Chen Yuan smiled slightly, retracted the black flying sword and the green small shield, and bowed to the black-robed monk:
"Concession."
The black-robed monk's face was as gloomy as water. He put away his mace and tortoise shell, turned around and walked off the stage without even looking at Chen Yuan.
He lost very aggrievedly. In this competition, Chen Yuan used a total of twelve top-grade mid-level magic talismans, which was enough to buy a good mid-level magic weapon.
This is simply using spirit stones to hit people!
The direct descendants of a family of immortal cultivators are no more than this.
Moreover, Chen Yuan's magic weapon is not an ordinary item. His tortoise shell magic weapon is made from the back shell of an upper-level tortoise monster, mixed with a large amount of black iron. It is extremely hard, but it is easily cut by the black flying sword.
The black-robed monk's heart twitched at the thought of repairing the turtle shell and getting another amount of spirit stones.
God is so unfair that he was grouped with this second-generation rich guy!
……
After the black-robed monk stepped down, the foundation-building monk in the air said to Chen Yuan:
"Take out your Ascension Order."
Chen Yuan took out the Ascension Order and raised his hands high.
The foundation-building cultivator waved his hand, and the Ascension Order flew into his hand. He injected a trace of magic power into it and threw it back to Chen Yuan.
"Tomorrow, bring the Ascension Order and participate in the second round of the competition. Go down."
"Yes."
Chen Yuan took the Xiuxian Order, not daring to waste time, and turned around and walked off the stage.
"The monk who draws No. 18 will come on stage to compete!"
Behind him, the foundation-building cultivator said something lightly, and two more cultivators came on stage to start the competition.
Chen Yuan turned his head to look, but found that it was a colorless transparent light shield from the inside, and it was blurry from the outside, and he could not see clearly the fight between the two people inside.
The same was true for the other arenas. Chen Yuan did not stay and returned to his room to meditate and restore his magic power.
He controlled two top-grade magical instruments at the same time and used twelve mid-grade magical talismans in succession, consuming more than half of his magic power.
This is his biggest weakness, his magic power is too thin and he cannot fight for long.
The magic power of the cultivators with five spiritual roots is not pure enough, and it is difficult to compare with the cultivators with four spiritual roots and true spiritual roots, not to mention the cultivators with earth spiritual roots and heavenly spiritual roots.
If a cultivator has natural spiritual roots and extremely pure magical power, he can activate twenty wind blade talismans in one breath without changing his expression.
Chen Yuan was well aware of his weakness, so he could only fight quickly and decisively, using talismans to hit people.
Eleven wind blade talismans are only two hundred and twenty spirit stones.
Over the past five years, Chen Yuan has been concentrating on refining pills. Except for the consumption of starlight infusion, all other pills were sold. Together with the spirit stones earned in the previous seven years, he has accumulated a total of 3,317 spirit stones, which is even comparable to some foundation-building cultivators.
This is closely related to Chen Yuan's 60% success rate in refining pills. One furnace of pills he refines is equivalent to two furnaces of pills refined by other alchemists.
Moreover, it only takes him three days to refine a pill, while other alchemists need six days, and their refining time is far less than his.
With the two combined, Chen Yuan alone is equivalent to three or four alchemists.
With such a huge fortune, he can spend spirit stones as he pleases.
Today in the ring, he used ten wind blade talismans to make the black-robed monk admit defeat.
In the storage bag, there are thirty wind blade talismans, waiting to unleash their sharpness.
The two top-grade magic weapons he used today were also bought at the Golden Toad Conference in the past two years. They are both top-grade magic weapons, and they cost a total of nine hundred spirit stones.
The black flying sword is called "Blood Sword". After being injected with magic power, a ray of blood light can be stimulated on the blade. It is extremely sharp and can destroy magical weapons of the same level.
The small blue shield is called the "Blue Condensation Shield". As the name suggests, it can condense into a light shield with extremely strong defensive capabilities.
These two top-grade magic weapons are quite powerful and consume a lot of mana, so Chen Yuan didn't hesitate to use talismans today in order to end the battle quickly.
In addition to the Blood Sword and the Green Shield, Chen Yuan also has other means, waiting for the next opponent.
……
The next day, another bell sounded throughout the valley. Chen Yuan and the remaining eighty-seven monks came to the front of the arena to draw lots.
This time, Chen Yuan drew the "Ding No. 9" lot.
The bye spot fell to a lucky female cultivator.
After the drawing of lots, the first group of monks went on stage to compete. Chen Yuan came to the No. 9 stage and waited patiently.
The fight between Qi-refining monks would not last too long. Chen Yuan waited for two quarters of an hour, and the competition between the first two groups of monks was over.
He came to the stage and his opponent was a young Confucian scholar.
This person was the same as the black-robed monk from yesterday, controlling two top-grade magical instruments, a judge's pen and a scroll of mottled bamboo slips, one for attack and one for defense.
The judge's pen was ordinary, but the bamboo slips were quite strange. Ink characters could fly out of it, and it had the effect of entanglement and blocking adhesion, and its defensive ability was not weak.
Chen Yuan used up sixteen wind blade talismans and consumed most of his magic power before forcing the Confucian scholar to admit defeat.
After the competition, the Confucian scholar was indignant and left in anger. It was obvious that he thought Chen Yuan was a descendant of a cultivator family.
After a night's rest, Chen Yuan recovered his magical powers and participated in the third day of the competition.
After the second round of competition, there are still forty-four cultivators left in the Ascension Conference, and there will be no more byes.
This time, Chen Yuan drew the lot "No. 12".
As long as he passes this round of competition, he can enter Lingyun Sect.
But when he saw the monk standing opposite him, his face changed.
(End of this chapter)