"Although it is true that Wan Mufeng is proficient in the art of alchemy, but he can actually practice it in a little more than a stick of incense. This is such a miraculous skill!"
"Don't worry, look, the monk is still doing something!"
As expected, Fang Yang did not stop.
The spells in his hands kept changing, and the layers stacked up almost formed a virtual shadow.
Then he mixed innate energy, elixirs, and spiritual herbs. A few hours later, after the elixir cauldron was opened, a strange fragrance filled his nostrils.
There are several red pills lying in the alchemy cauldron. They are rich in spiritual energy and are actually fourth-level pills, and the quality has reached a relatively good level.
This shocked the entire audience, and even Hu Qingdan, the late-stage foundation-building monk in charge of Wan Mucheng, even wanted to accept Fang Yang as his successor on the spot.
However, as a contestant in the sect competition, if Fang Yang can achieve the final victory, he may be the direct disciple of the Yuanying Ancestor.
Although Hu Qingdan was the leader of Wanmu Peak and a late-stage foundation-building monk, he did not dare to violate the rules and had no choice but to give up.
In the end, Fang Yang became the number one in the alchemy competition and obtained a low-grade spiritual weapon called the Qingfeng Cauldron.
This item can not only make elixirs, but is also a good defensive weapon.
Zhang Lin participated in the Weapon Refining Competition and won third place. Although he did not become first, he still shined.
Among the three brothers, only Nopo did not have any amazing talents, and he felt very aggrieved.
He held his breath and vowed to show his style in the final sect competition so as not to embarrass them Wanmu Sanjie.
After the competition of several inheritance projects of Wanxiang Gate, it is the final competition of Wanxiang Gate.
This is also the peak of the entire sect competition.
The first is the drawing ceremony, which is presided over by the elder Jindan in the sect.
This Jindan Elder Fang Yang has met before. He is the father of the beautiful woman Xie Xueyi, Jindan Elder Xie Dechen.
More than 900 Qi-training monks participating in the competition will draw lots to draw their numbers in an altar surrounded by formations.
You must know that Wanxiang Sect is established based on formations. This formation is naturally very powerful and can completely block the spiritual thoughts of Jindan monks, not to mention that the people who draw lots are all disciples in the Qi refining stage.
When drawing lots, participating Qi Practitioners only need to input spiritual energy into a stone pillar-like array outside the formation, and a number will automatically fly out at random.
This eliminates any possibility of cheating before the game.
The same number will appear twice in the formation, and two monks who draw the same number form a group.
Due to the huge number, it was naturally divided into more than ten venues according to numerical size for simultaneous competition.
In order to maintain the fairness of the competition, at each venue, at least five monks in the foundation-building period serve as judges and preside over the order.
Of course, the competition arenas are hundreds of feet in size, and each arena is blessed with formations to ensure that the fighting inside will not spread to the outside. The foundation-building monks sitting in charge can be free because they have formation weapons on their bodies.
Entering and exiting the formation arena.
The number Fang Yang drew was "three six one".
Fang Yang discovered that the numbered jade slips contained ancient seal characters that impressed Fang Yang.
It was precisely because he recognized these fonts that Fang Yang entered the Immortal Sect by chance.
Fang Yang also discovered that although monks now use simplified characters, the more important the occasion, the more often ancient seal characters appear.
"Maybe it has a subtle relationship with the inheritance of the ancient world of cultivation!" Fang Yang secretly analyzed in his heart.
But with the big competition coming soon, Fang Yang wouldn't think too much about it.
After all, he was ranked over 300, and it was estimated that there would still be some time. Fang Yang stood in the audience, watching the competition with others with interest.
One of them is none other than a guy named Li Hu who is a descendant of Li Chunqiu, the golden elixir elder of Fangyang Wanxiang Sect.
On the other side was a Lingkuifeng disciple who was at the eleventh level of Qi training.
Li Hu's cultivation has now reached the twelfth level of Qi training, but his eyes are full of cold contempt and contempt, as if he is pitying his opponent.
But his opponent was obviously young and energetic. He shouted loudly and directly bombarded Li Hu with the flying sword, a medium-grade white magic weapon in his hand.
"It's a little trick!" Li Hu sneered, and a long cyan fan appeared in his hand, and he lightly fanned the flying sword that was flying towards him.
Suddenly, the middle-grade flying sword was out of control and was blown away.
Obviously the winner was decided, but Li Hu didn't give up and hit the Qi Practitioner several more times.
In an instant, several violent and shrinking black storms flew around in the formation of the arena.
"Master actually gave him the Qingfeng Kuangsha Fan, a good low-grade spiritual weapon."
Several disciples in the Qi training stage couldn't help but murmured privately.
This Qingfeng Kuangsha Fan was a spiritual weapon once used by Li Chunqiu, the elder of Jindan of Wanxiang Sect.
Although it is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, the spirit inside is a wind demon wolf.
This demonic wolf can turn the evil spirit into a black storm with magic spells. Its strength is comparable to the late stage of Qi training. If it is activated with all its strength, it is almost equivalent to the attack of a foundation-building monk.
At this moment, Li Hu was like a cat playing with a mouse. He could beat the opponent quickly, but tortured the opponent until he was seriously injured before knocking him out of the ring. Seeing these, Fang Yang frowned.
At this moment, Li Hu saw Fang Yang at a glance.
Fang Yang's fame has increased greatly in recent days, which makes Li Hu, who has been famous for a long time, feel the slightest pressure.
He immediately raised his fist at Fang Yang and shook it contemptuously, obviously provoking.
However, Fang Yang was not moved at all.
Fang Yang is number 300, so he has enough time to watch other people's games and learn from them.
In fact, Fang Yang had experienced several life-and-death battles when he was a casual cultivator.
However, in the past two years since I started, most of my time has been spent on improving my cultivation, but I have fallen behind a lot in combat.
However, Fang Yang also discovered that in the first round of the sect competition, most of the winners were decided in a matter of seconds.
Although the Wanxiang Sect can only be regarded as the last among the great sects in the Linglan Mountains, there are indeed many characters in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
Many of the contestants are elites, and some have just reached the tenth level of Qi training and want to gain experience.
Therefore, the gap between the two sides is often quite large. Unless the cultivation base and magical weapons of both sides are relatively close, otherwise, after one or two rounds, the verdict will be drawn.
As for the monks who are obviously outmatched, they don't dare to entangle too much, so as not to damage the magic weapon or even be seriously injured, which is not worth the gain.
At noon on the second day of the sect competition, Fang Yang reached the first round.
His opponent is a monk in the late stage of Qi training who holds a blue water magic weapon, a flying sword.
Although the magic weapon in the hands of this monk is only of middle grade, some high-grade millennium water cloud stones were added during the refining process, so its power is comparable to that of a top-grade magic weapon.
Fang Yang sacrificed a purple long sword. This long sword was refined by Zhang Lin and was named: Zi Lei.
Fang Yang has several top-grade magic weapons, top-grade magic weapons, and even spiritual weapons on his body.
However, in order not to be too showy and unwilling to reveal his strength too early, Fang Yang chose to fight with an ordinary high-grade magic weapon.
"Dang~dang~~dangdang~~~" Fang Yang and the monk, as soon as the two magic weapons came into contact, they blocked each other for more than ten times in an instant.
The bursts of harsh collisions made people's eardrums hurt.
The monk's expression changed even more, because Fang Yang's Purple Thunder Sword easily cut open a gap that was as large as an inch in the opponent's blue water magic weapon.
Although the monk's cultivation level was slightly higher than Fang Yang's, the difference in the magical weapons in his hands was really huge.
Fang Yang gained the upper hand instantly.
Then, Fang Yang suddenly exerted his strength, and thunder and lightning shot out from the Purple Thunder Sword.
It was precisely because of the low-level thunder curse engraved on the sword, and the monk's magic weapon was damaged at this time, and he was in a hurry.
The monk immediately used a medium-grade colored spiritual shield, but it only blocked Zi Lei for a moment.
After that, I heard a few "pop~~boom~~~" sounds, and was pierced by the Purple Thunder Sword's sword body.
"Senior~~~Senior Brother~~ I surrender." The monk originally wanted to call "Junior Brother, I surrender."
But I also found that the opponent was much stronger than me. Although I started early, I still felt inferior.
In fact, this is also a smarter approach. In some arenas, just because they wanted to take advantage after losing, they were seriously injured by others on the grounds that they "couldn't sheath their swords in time".
On the other side, Zhang Lin's competition is the most entertaining.
The first time he took the stage, he met a monk who had been at the top of Qi training for a long time.
The monk was not weak in cultivation and had rich experience, which made it difficult for Zhang Lin to make a quick decision.
Therefore, both sides had to engage in a bitter fight. Fortunately, Zhang Lin had the backing of a wealthy man named Fang Yang.
Therefore, Zhang Lin's elixirs and talismans continued to flow.
After that, Zhang Lin took out three top-quality magic weapons in one go, combined with several defensive magic weapons, and turned himself into a turtle shell, and then he beat the top Qi-training monk alive until he surrendered.
Zhang Lin was originally a weapon refiner. He had so many magical weapons, so he didn't attract much attention.
Compared with Zhang Lin, Nuopo's game was the most exciting, but also the most boring.
Because the three brothers are among the three masters of Wanmu, Fang Yang is the first in alchemy, Zhang Lin is third in weapon refining, and only Nuopo can't do anything.
Fang Yang and Zhang Lin didn't think much of it, but Nuo Po was too remote to pass his level.
He felt that he had embarrassed his two brothers, so he held his breath tightly, and naturally vented his anger when he got into the ring.
I saw Nopo on the competition stage with Nopo holding a sledgehammer, a top-quality magical weapon, majestically.
This sledgehammer was made from ten-thousand-year-old purple gold provided by Fang Yang, and Zhang Lin worked hard for a month before making it.
There are also several blessing formations arranged by Foundation Establishment Monk He Dong, which are extremely powerful.
So it will appear in the ring where Nopo is, and Nopo's opponents will be knocked off the ring instantly by Nopo's way of venting.
An old man who was at the eleventh level of Qi training was beaten to death with a sledgehammer in an instant!
A monk holding two top-quality flying swords was beaten to death with a sledgehammer!
A girl in imperial attire who was at the twelfth level of Qi training was hit in the chest with a sledgehammer and was beaten to death!
An eleventh-level qi-training monk who controlled 30 mid-level qi-training puppets, "Bang, bang, bang..." Both the man and the puppet were beaten to death with a sledgehammer!
So much so that the onlookers in the arena where Nuopo was standing gathered together almost instantly, then dispersed in an instant.
Faced with Nopo who was like a wild beast, many monks directly chose to give up.
In this way, the fame of Wan Mu Sanjie has really started.
Three days later, the first round of competition ended.
After that, there was no rest time. After the first round, the teams were redrawn into groups for the next round of competition.
After the first round, the monks who participated in the second round have improved a lot in strength after being eliminated in the first round.
The competition is also exciting, with puppets, formations, talismans, magic weapons, colorful lights filling the sky, and it is extraordinary and mysterious.
Such wonderful scenes were carried out over and over again on more than a dozen competition stages at the same time.