Qin Fengming came to the competition ground early. Today is the last competition. 【Read full text】
In the valley, all the disciples seemed very excited, because today the final forty people to participate in the battle for the mineral deposits would be decided.
Not long after, Sect Leader Wang appeared above the competition ground. He was suspended in the air and said loudly:
"The top forty disciples in this competition will be decided today. After more than ten days of competition, at this time, there are only forty-six disciples left."
"The rules of today's competition are that these forty-six disciples will draw card number 1, and the disciples who draw numbers 41 to 46 will randomly select one of the disciples number 1 to 40 to compete. The winner will enter the top forty. The loser will be eliminated. Okay, now go draw the number plate."
After hearing the rules of today's competition, Qin Fengming was shocked. He did not expect that he would compete in this way.
Following the crowd, Qin Fengming also drew the number one card. I took it and looked at it carefully. It was number thirty-seven. You know you don’t need to choose your opponent, you just need to wait for your opponent to choose you. He thought to himself that he was at the lowest level among the forty-six people, so it was conceivable that he was selected for the competition. However, he didn't take it to heart.
At this time, the middle-aged man who had hosted the event a few days ago flew up to the sky and said:
"The remaining forty-six disciples have drawn number plates, and the last six disciples have begun to choose their opponents. Now take a look at the numbers corresponding to the first forty monks. You only need to use your spiritual power to write the corresponding numbers on the number plates."
As he said this, he waved his hand. I saw a huge light wall appearing in the sky, and forty green names flashed on the light wall.
When everyone saw it, they were all stunned. They didn't know what the method was for such a magical phenomenon. They all admired the middle-aged man for using such magical powers.
Qin Fengming carefully checked the names of the people on the wall. He didn't recognize most of them, but only recognized two of them. One was Senior Sister Zeng, and the other was from the Feng family: Feng Lang, the owner of the first high-grade magic weapon he refined. Or, he has seen both of them.
In just one cup of tea, six of the names turned red.
But what surprised him was that he was not among the six people, which puzzled him.
Logically speaking, my strength is not very outstanding, but for some reason, I was chosen to compete with him. Finally thinking about it, maybe these six people are afraid of their own talismans. He felt a burst of joy in his heart.
It didn't take long and the competition began. After nearly an hour of competition, the top 40 candidates were finally selected.
Among the forty people, there were actually seven women, and all of them were impressive and as beautiful as flowers. Qin Fengming listened carefully to the discussions among the disciples and knew that each of these seven women had a very powerful backer.
After the competition, Sect Master Wang announced that the selection was successfully concluded. The forty winning people will gather at the main hall of Yunque Peak at 10:00 tomorrow.
After several competitions this time, Qin Fengming can be said to be a blockbuster. Low-level disciples of the Luoxia Sect, those who don't know him, have probably chatted with him a few times.
At dawn the next day, Qin Fengming set off for the main hall of Yunque Peak.
During the flight, he met many disciples of the Luoxia Sect, many of whom greeted him, and he became a celebrity of the Luoxia Sect.
When we arrived at the main hall, dozens of disciples had already arrived. Seeing everyone sitting cross-legged on the futon quietly, one person was making a noise. Qin Fengming found a secluded place, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and meditated.
At this time, the disciples rushed to the main hall one after another.
When Mao Shi arrived, he saw Sect Leader Wang and two others appearing in the main hall. One of them was the middle-aged man who was hosting the competition, and the other was an old man in red.
Sect Master Wang looked at the disciples present, nodded slightly and said, "After several rounds of competition, forty of your disciples were finally shortlisted. Very good, Junior Brother Zhu will be responsible for dividing the rewards later."
As he spoke, he pointed at the middle-aged man and then continued:
"Forty of you will represent the Luoxia Sect and participate in the battle for the Lingshi Mine that will be held at the Blood Refining Sect in eight months. This battle is related to how much of the Lingshi Mine our sect occupies. I hope you will participate in the battle for the Lingshi Mine in the next six months. Please study hard with Junior Brother Zhu and Junior Brother Bai. In this battle, your goal is to keep at least the top three."
"Junior Brother Zhu will teach you the skills of controlling magical weapons, and Junior Brother Bai will teach you the use of various spells. When you go to participate in the competition, our sect will also give everyone here a high-quality magical weapon. I hope you will do your best, Don’t let down the sect’s hope for you. The rest will be left to Junior Brother Zhu and Junior Brother Bai.”
After Sect Master Wang finished speaking, he turned around and exited the hall.
The middle-aged man saw the sect leader walking out of the hall, stepped forward and said, "Now, I will distribute this reward to you all. You all should keep it." After saying that, he waved his hand and released dozens of red pills. Flying to everyone respectively.
The fragrance of this elixir is so refreshing that it refreshes the heart and lungs. Just smelling it will make your mind feel refreshed. The elixir stopped two feet away in front of everyone and started spinning in the air. It was so miraculous that everyone was shocked and started to burst into uproar.
Seeing the bright lights in everyone's eyes, Uncle Zhu smiled slightly:
"This is the control skill. As long as you study hard and practice hard, you can reach my level." Everyone suddenly realized it and looked at Master Zhu with eyes full of admiration.
Seeing everyone receiving the Foundation Establishment Pill, Master Zhu continued:
"Today I will give you the art of controlling magical weapons. This art is divided into four categories: control, control, speed, and determination. What I just performed was the control of words and the determination of words. In the next three months, I will use Here, if you don’t understand anything, you can ask at any time. Now I will give you the formula, and you must memorize it carefully. "
After speaking, Master Zhu taught the four-character formula to everyone. Everyone is asked to meditate and practice on their own after returning home.
Seeing that everyone had memorized it, the old man named Bai Hong stepped forward and said: "I will teach you the skills of using low-level spells. Now, you can control it first."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a fireball appeared on his fingertips. He saw another fireball appear on his middle finger. The two fireballs kept jumping on his fingertips, changing positions with each other very quickly.
Suddenly, the two fireballs collided and merged into one. The volume is slightly larger than the original one.
Then, I saw one of the fingers, and another fireball appeared, one big and one small. When they touched, they merged into one again. In this way, six fireballs merged in a row.
At this time, the fused fireball was already the size of a baby's fist. The old man surnamed Bai pointed his finger, and the fireball left his hand and went straight to a huge stone outside the hall. Just listen, there was a loud bang, and the huge rock was shattered into pieces. Everyone was shocked when they saw this. Such power is comparable to a full blow from a high-grade magic weapon.
Qin Fengming looked carefully and saw that the power of the red old man's technique was definitely not much less powerful than a basic high-level spell.
Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, the old man named Bai chuckled and said: "Don't underestimate low-level spells. Sometimes, low-level spells can turn decay into magic. Turn waste into treasure. I hope you will study hard in the future."
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