Chapter 41 Weird Sun Mingwang (please collect, recommend, invest)
Facing this ferocious blow, Tan Yunping's hand movements were not slow, and he quickly used a first-level high-grade earth attribute defensive talisman seal, forming an earthy yellow halo on the body surface.
He waved his hands wildly and made complex gestures. The green and vibrant wood-attribute spiritual power continued to gather around him, turning into layers of defensive walls in an attempt to weaken the power of the fire river.
At the beginning of the battle, the wooden thorns used to attack Sun Mingsheng had been recalled and were constantly stirring in the middle of the river of fire.
Naturally, Sun Mingsheng would not watch all this happen in vain. The Flame Sword struck out again, turning into a stream of light and entangled with wooden thorns.
All of this happened in just three or five breaths. Under the dual attacks of the Fire River and the Fire Snake, Tan Yunping's figure kept retreating.
As a muffled sound came, his figure flew out and fell directly under the ring. Huohe disappeared under the interception of the defensive formation.
"Pingyang County, the Sun family, Sun Mingsheng wins." The referee gave the order, and the battle was finally over.
Because the two were of similar strength, after a period of entanglement, most arenas had already begun the third round of competition.
"Well done to my twelfth brother. This fire attribute spell is so powerful that even a ninth-level Qi practitioner can fight it." Sun Mingzeng praised at the side.
At the same time, there was inevitably some curiosity in his heart. In his eyes, his twelfth brother Sun Mingsheng kept a relatively low profile most of the time.
I have been working hard to complete various family tasks to earn some training resources, but I never expected that my understanding and control of magic would reach this level.
"Both the eldest brother and the twelfth brother won the battle. Naturally, I can't lose face for the family." After enough observation, Sun Mingwang seemed confident in defeating his opponent and advancing to the next round.
The three of them were discussing here. Not far away, the leading monks from various families were also expressing different opinions based on the performance of the monks on the stage.
"Fellow Daoist Sun, the three juniors we brought this time are all outstanding people. It's really enviable that the Sun family has successors." On two wooden tables next to each other, there was a man in green clothes with a flame-like pattern on his chest. The middle-aged male cultivator said with envy.
"How dare you compare yourself to the famous Qin family of Flame Cave? They are just some ignorant family descendants. They came here just for experience." Sun Xunmu spoke modestly, but the pride in his heart was real.
Sun Mingzeng gained nine levels of Qi cultivation, with a solid foundation and impeccable strength. Sun Mingsheng also brought an unexpected surprise.
The Flame Cave also comes from Hongliu County, but it occupies a volcano whose open flames have been extinguished. It is famous in the cultivation world for its fire-attribute spells. There were golden elixir-level monks in our ancestors, and their influence was even greater than that of the Geng family.
"This little friend's understanding of fire-attribute magic has reached a certain depth. If there is an opportunity in the future, I welcome fellow Taoist Sun to the Flame Cave." Only strength can arouse the respect of others, and the same applies to family.
If Sun Mingzeng and Sun Mingsheng had not performed very well, how could the Qin family of Huohuodong, who had always been proud and arrogant, take the initiative to invite them?
"I will definitely bring my juniors to visit me in the future," Sun Xunmu agreed immediately.
The two did not continue to communicate, but continued to watch the competition on the ring with concentration, hoping to discover some potential talents.
"Arena No. 10, the competition begins."
Within an hour, it was time for Sun Mingwang to participate in the competition. His opponent was an eighth-level Qi practitioner from the Geng family.
Due to his own cultivation, Sun Mingwang was firmly at a disadvantage from the beginning of the battle. In the absence of powerful means to deal with it, the possibility of turning defeat into victory was not high.
On the arena, Sun Mingwang used a first-order high-grade flying knife, which kept flying and spinning in the air, drawing sharp cold light.
Under the defense of a circle of khaki spiritual light, the Geng family monks manipulated a flying sword with more skillful means. Sometimes they fought with the flying sword, and sometimes they sprayed out streams of sword energy to attack the opponent from different directions. .
This kind of sword energy is not sword energy in the sense of sword cultivation. It is just an offensive method that uses flying swords as a medium to transform one's own magic power.
But this method is superior to the powerful attack, convenience and speed, and is enough to pose a threat to the monks in the Qi Refining Stage.
Under this series of continuous attacks, Sun Mingwang was quickly in a hurry and panic. In order to avoid various methods that did not care about his own image, he frequently resorted to various methods such as rolling around, jumping like a toad, etc.
He was obviously determined to consume the mana in his opponent's Dantian. Of course, when he really lacked buffer time, he would also use a first-level mid-grade talisman to buy some time.
"Hmph, do you really think that this kind of method that ignores image can persist?" The monk of the Geng family was already red-faced and angry at the delay in winning.
I saw his hands making secrets, and a strong mana was integrated into the flying sword. The entire flying sword kept shaking, and even made a dizzy tinnitus sound.
"Hundred sword qi, come out!" A loud shout was heard, and the entire flying sword was like a leaky sieve. More than a hundred sword qi were sprayed out from different positions.
The sword energy was flying in the air, completely blocking Sun Mingwang's various escape methods with almost no blind spots at 360 degrees. He had no choice but to resist head-on.
The flying sword body also followed closely behind the sword energy, preparing to defeat the rather annoying monk in front of him in one fell swoop.
"Isn't this a competition? Isn't this a fatal attack? The referee violated the rules." Sun Mingwang naturally has a clear understanding of his own strength.
After feeling the power of the sword energy, not only did he not take any measures to resist it, but after a shrill scream, he turned into a stream of light and dodged directly behind the referee.
It seemed that the referee, a senior monk at the ninth level of Qi training, had encountered this situation for the first time. After using the token in his hand to block the sword energy with a protective formation, he declared the Geng family monk the winner with a dark look on his face.
"Mingwang, isn't this kind of behavior an embarrassment to the family?" Sun Mingzeng in the audience also looked depressed.
Victory and failure are normal in this kind of arena battle, but Sun Mingwang's strange operation is truly embarrassing.
"Tenth brother, after all, it is advisable that he has not been injured by the opponent's attack." Sun Mingsheng also had a feeling of laughter.
Sun Mingwang was eliminated in the first round, so he would naturally not have a chance to compete for the second member of the core seed family of the Ming generation.
"Eldest brother and twelfth brother, luckily you hid behind the referee in time, otherwise you would have been attacked by hundreds of sword energies and turned into a sieve of flesh and blood full of holes." Sun Mingwang said about his choice when he walked off the ring. There is still a hint of pride.
This guy's shamelessness reached a whole new level, and he completely ignored the expressions on Sun Mingzeng's two faces.
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