There are a total of twelve second-generation officials participating in Wufeng Yushu this time. With the help of Daka from the older generation, naturally all of them are outstanding talents. Many of them are masters who have piled up pills and treasures. This time, in order to

To deal with the Five Peaks Control Technique, he also obtained a lot of gadgets from his elders to support the scene.

Strictly speaking, these people may have good talents, but in a life-and-death contest, most of them cannot beat casual cultivators of the same level and with the same conditions.

Today is already the sixth day of the Wufeng Controlling Skills Competition. Brother Ji has been waiting aside every day, but it has never been his turn. There is an unwritten rule in the Wufeng Controlling Skills. First, the disciples in the Qi training period determine the top fifteen.

Then the Gong Ji period monks will determine the top five.

Therefore, there are sixty or seventy disciples in the Qi training stage, lining up to fight is quite a long queue.

At this time, Brother Ji stood silently among several Shenfu Peak disciples, looking at a competition between Shenfu Peak monks and Wujue Peak monks in the huge light shield in front of him.

Wujue Peak is a relatively special existence among the five peaks. Not only are the two peak masters of this peak both female cultivators at the Dan-formation stage, but most of the disciples are also women. However, because of this, the disciples of this peak are

There has always been a small population in the Five Peaks, and there are only a few young female cultivators among the disciples participating in the Five Peaks Control Competition this time.

The Shenfu Peak disciple who is now fighting against the Wujue Peak female cultivator is a disciple named Yuan who looks mature, but is actually about twenty-seven or eighty-eight years old.

Although this person is a disciple of the Fengyue Sect, he also comes from a famous cultivator family. Therefore, the high-level magic weapon "Trident" he is currently using is quite powerful, and the person opposite him who is still somewhat handsome will be killed.

The young female cultivator was forced to retreat, and victory was in sight.

The Shenfu Peak monks standing next to Brother Chicken were obviously good friends with this monk named Yuan, and they kept talking with excitement on their faces.

However, just when the monk surnamed Yuan turned the magic weapon of the Trident into a blue rainbow and slashed it down fiercely, the female cultivator opposite raised her eyebrows, raised one hand, and a ball of blue light came out of her hand.

She came out, blocking Changhong's falling trend. Then the woman's body swayed, and she disappeared from the spot.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Yuan hurriedly kneaded his hands with a pale face, trying to use a detection spell to force the woman out. Suddenly, a red mist flew out from behind him, covering him in it.

With a "pop" sound, the Shenfu Peak disciple immediately turned over and fell down.

"Wujuefeng's Baiqiao wins." A tall and thin monk who presided over the competition at high altitude announced immediately.

When the female cultivator named Baiqiao heard this, she immediately bowed respectfully in the air. Then she took out a small bottle from her storage bag and shook it gently under the nose of the unconscious monk named Yuan.

Only then did the monk surnamed Yuan slowly wake up again.

As soon as he understood what happened, he immediately walked out of the competition venue with a red face. Baiqiao also flew out of the magic circle with a bit of pride on his face, and some female cultivators nearby immediately surrounded him.

They kept chattering away, attracting some nearby male monks to pay close attention to them.

"Next game, Murong Missile from Shenfu Peak versus Zhao Ge from Canglang Peak!" The skinny monk said expressionlessly above the mask. Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by the nearby monks.

Chu.

When Brother Ji heard this, he walked out of the crowd with a smile and slowly walked into the magic circle.

Not long after he walked in, a handsome Zhao Ge also walked in from one side. As soon as this man entered the room, he immediately caused a commotion among the many monks watching nearby.

"This is Junior Brother Zhao who has only been in the school for a few years!"

"I heard that this junior brother has supernatural spiritual roots. Is it true or not?"

"The Zhao family is a well-known immortal cultivating family in Nanyan Kingdom! I'm afraid they have a lot of powerful magic weapons!"

"Junior Brother Murong, I have heard before that the magic of refining talismans with one hand is very impressive! Hehe, it is said that the three sects recruited disciples in Happy City last year, and this Junior Brother Murong was able to defeat more than a dozen monks with one talisman. He is very powerful!"

"Who did you listen to?"

"Of course he is my master!"

"Hey, it's great to see you meet such an opponent!"

Before the fight started, a series of comments, even though they were blocked by the restriction light mask, still clearly fell into Brother Ji's ears.

"Foreign spiritual root, Zhao Ge?" After hearing this, Brother Ji's expression moved slightly, and he looked at the other party with interest. In addition to being handsome and tall, his cultivation level was also good, and he was around the thirteenth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

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Opposite Zhao Ge didn't know the origin of Brother Ji. Seeing that his face was slightly wretched and his cultivation was only at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage, which was a little lower than him, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, but on the surface he still looked at him.

Brother Chicken gave a gift.

When Brother Ji saw this, he raised the corner of his mouth, sneered in his heart, and casually raised his hand to him. Seeing this, Zhao Ge had a faint look of anger on his face.

At this time, the skinny monk above him said calmly: "The competition begins!"

Upon hearing this, a stern expression emerged on Zhao Ge's face. He immediately made a hand seal, and his whole body suddenly flashed with blue light, and a layer of blue-gray light appeared on his body. Then he raised his hand, spread out his five fingers, and

A green ball floated in his hand, as big as an egg.

A burst of spells came from Zhao Gedi's mouth, preparing to use this magic weapon to attack Brother Ji.

Brother Ji looked at this set, a vaguely familiar fighting method, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

At this time, there were many exclamations from outside the stadium!

"Look, Junior Brother Zhao has a wind attribute spiritual root, which can instantly release a wind attribute shield."

"What does this mean? The bead in his hand seems to be the famous Fengchen Bead of the Xun family. Now the boy named Murong is definitely going to lose. Maybe, the winner will be decided in the blink of an eye!"

Brother Ji's expression remained unchanged, a trace of sarcasm flashed through his heart, and he reached out his hand without haste. He took out a dozen thick ground talismans from the storage bag, which looked like thirty or forty pieces.

He raised his head and looked at the other party. Zhao Gezhen was concentrating on activating the magic weapon, not paying attention to his actions at all. He seemed to be confident in his own shield.

In this case, Brother Ji was no longer polite. After rubbing his hands together, he raised them at the same time.

After a flash of red light, seventy or eighty fireballs as big as a head shot out from Brother Chicken's hand like a swarm, densely packed and blasting straight towards the opposite side.

"Ah!" Many surprised voices sounded outside the venue at the same time.

At this time, wind blades began to appear around the wind dust bead floating in Zhao Ge's hand, and he could immediately start driving it to attack the enemy.

When he was feeling overjoyed, he suddenly heard the exclamations outside the venue. He couldn't help but look up strangely, and what he saw was an astonishing sight of dozens of fireballs hitting the shield at the same time.

A series of "rumbling" explosions suddenly became louder, and a dazzling red light flashed in front of his eyes, making it almost impossible for the young man to see.

The protective shield on his body only lasted a few seconds before it immediately shattered.

The seemingly scorching flames were about to rush over and completely submerge him.

Although this talented person with supernatural spiritual roots has been carefully cultivated by his family elders since he was a child, he has never experienced such a life-and-death situation.

His face turned pale and he exclaimed, and he was about to turn around and run away in fear. But at this critical moment, the young man's neck suddenly tightened, his body suddenly rose, and he was lifted directly into the air. Fire

The waves rushed past him quickly with a "swish" sound.

Zhao Ge looked back in shock and saw the skinny monk clutching the back of his collar with one hand.

"Brother Shenfu Peak Chicken, win." The skinny monk said coldly.

Only then did Zhao Ge realize that he had already lost, and was easily defeated by some of the lowest-level fireball talismans. Zhao Ge's face suddenly turned pale!

As for the other monks who were watching, they all looked at each other in shock after exclaiming.

You know, even if the fire bullet talisman is the simplest low-level spiritual talisman, one requires three or four spiritual stones to buy. But Brother Ji actually threw out thirty or forty pieces in one breath. This means that

He was holding more than a hundred spiritual stones, but they were all lost in one battle.

This simply cannot be called a luxury, and it is definitely not too much to describe it as a prodigal. You know, a better lower-level magic weapon only costs this much.

Even if you are a Talisman Refiner, so what? Meow doesn’t do that! If I fight you in the future, I will just throw a pair of Talisman at you, so what’s the suspense? However, the attack of that stack of Talisman is good.

So domineering!

Under the strange looks of other Fengyue Sect disciples, Brother Ji gave a slight salute to the skinny monk, and then walked out of the mask without changing his expression.

As for Zhao Ge, he looked at Brother Ji's back bitterly, full of dissatisfaction, but under the cold gaze of the skinny monk, he had no choice but to leave.

Wu Yuqing went to Brother Ji and asked him to continue to develop the powerful power of a Talisman Refiner. Because, for low-level monks, Talisman Refiners are simply a nightmare.

Later, many monks from Shenfu Peak took out a stack of magic talismans in their hands as soon as they came on stage to compete. There were even several games that frightened the opponent to admit defeat. Of course, these monks from Shenfu Peak may only have that much inventory in these years.

There are a lot of magic talismans. If we really fight them, if they polish them all like Brother Ji, they won't even do it even if they are beaten to death.

As we all know, under normal circumstances, it takes more than ten minutes to make a magic talisman, or even half an hour in slower cases. For low-level monks, the success rate is only 10 to 20%. If you do it in one day, for ordinary monks

, it would be good if you can make a few pictures.

However, these Shenfu Peak disciples have to submit tasks every month and spend time practicing, so it is impossible for them all to refine the talismans. Therefore, under normal circumstances, if you store ten talismans in a month, you will have rich assets.

As for those who can refine elementary, intermediate, and high-level spiritual talismans, most of them are monks in the Gongji period. How can they have so much time to refine the talismans? After Gongji, magical powers in all aspects will greatly increase, and the demand for spiritual talismans will be great.
Chapter completed!