Chapter 922 The background of the veteran Yuanying monk (please subscribe, please collect)

Chapter 922 The background of the veteran Yuanying monk (please subscribe, please collect)

In this short period of time, the hammer offered by Miao Yi had crossed the distance between the two and appeared in the sky above Sun Mingsheng.

"Hammer, drop"

Miao Yi shouted loudly, and the hammer from above fell straight down, viciously trying to hit Sun Mingsheng's head to kill him.

"Panana fan, burn"

Naturally, Sun Mingsheng would not give in so easily. Although he did not have a clear understanding of the value of Tulanjing Iron Mine at this time, Shangguan Wenlu, Miao Yi and other monks of the same level had been entangled for several times. The meaning is naturally clear.

The reason why he agreed to the so-called sparring match with Miao Yi's obviously ulterior motives was, on the one hand, his confidence in his own battle, and on the other hand, he wanted to clearly distinguish between himself and some veteran Nascent Soul early stage monks in this battle. The gap in strength between them.

The banana fan jumped out directly from the head, and an extremely pure flame formed into a column as thick as a pillar and spurted upward, directly colliding with the hammer that was good at head-on collisions.

"Fourth level low-grade fake spiritual treasure? The auction has not been held yet. Where did you buy the fake spiritual treasure?"

The Banana Fan may not be able to compete with Miao Yi's hammer in a frontal impact, but the gap between the two sides is not irreparable, and it's just that their respective strengths are slightly different.

This pillar of fire, which had been charged for a long time, resisted the incoming hammer-shaped fake spirit treasure from the bottom up. It did not last for too long before it suddenly exploded and dissipated into dots of flames all over the sky.

But the existence of the pillar of fire also lasted for a long time. Sun Mingsheng's figure had already retreated in the time gained, and the two sides were at a relatively safe distance.

With the banana fan in hand, the cultivation strength between Sun Mingsheng and Miao Yi was greatly reduced. If the other party wanted to defeat him, they would need to find other strategies.

"Spiritual Fire, Gather"

Sun Mingsheng is naturally not a character who only takes beatings without fighting back. The pillars of fire were torn apart by the frontal pressure of the hammer, but the spiritual fires themselves did not disappear. As he performed various techniques, small pillars of fire were quickly formed. , like ropes that have been tempered for thousands of times, they turned lightly in the air and were tied from different directions to the hammer that Miao Yi had launched and was pursuing fiercely.

Perhaps a single, red rope with spiritual roots will not have any substantial effect on this fourth-level low-grade fake spiritual treasure, but when the number reaches a hundred or more, the power generated will not be underestimated. Every time at a critical moment, the direction of his attack can be dragged to a certain extent, and Sun Mingsheng can also take this opportunity to dodge.

"call"

In the sky, the power of the match rope was entangled with the hammer, and the banana fan itself set off bursts of crimson flames again, and this time it was used together with Sun Mingsheng's Sanwei True Fire, which had been promoted to the fourth level of low-grade magic. .

The banana fan is good at controlling flames, and the three-flavored true fire has acquired a certain degree of spirituality after being promoted to the fourth level of low-grade. The two cooperate with each other, and the effect is completely that one plus one is greater than two. Within a hundred miles, it instantly becomes In a world of deep red flames.

"Hmph, what can a few flames do to me? Today I will let Fellow Daoist Sun understand whether he has ever gone to Jieduan to garrison, the difference is so obvious."

From the moment the battle broke out, Miao Yi's goal was not only not achieved due to various means of response and the use of force, but also a situation of even strength, which he couldn't accept in particular.

"The winner of the competition is of course the winner. If Fellow Daoist Miao has other means, just use them. Don't hold back. Otherwise, how will you get the right to garrison the Tulan Jing Iron Mine?"

Sun Mingsheng's words were full of contempt. The battle had reached this stage, so there was no need to hide it anymore.

The purpose of Miao Yi's trip was to seize the garrison rights of the Tulanjing Tieling Mine, which already involved the competition for the future of the two sides. Naturally, there was no room for relaxation. As the saying goes, the only way to win is to win. The one who loses is the king.

"Since fellow Taoist Sun has spoken like this, I will naturally not be polite. If we are defeated, surrender is enough to ensure the safety of fellow Taoist."

Miao Yi also showed a truly ferocious face in his words, and there was an uncontrollable murderous intent faintly revealed in them. As for the so-called words to save one's life, they were naturally not worthy of trust.

If Sun Mingsheng was not strong enough, the Nascent Soul monk surnamed Miao, who had ulterior motives, would not hesitate at all. He would severely injure or even kill his Nascent Soul at the critical moment and consume his spiritual consciousness.

Miao Yi's face was ashen. He relied on the absolute defense of his inner armor and did not pay attention to the burning and erosion of the flames in the sky. He used all his strength to control the hammer-shaped fake spirit treasure to deliver several heavy blows in succession.

But with the help of the match rope, Sun Mingsheng looked embarrassed, but he could always get out of his attack range at critical moments without suffering any obvious injuries.

"Whoosh"

As a veteran Nascent Soul monk who has been stationed at Jieduan several times, Miao Yi's strength is naturally not that simple.

Seeing that several attacks failed to achieve the predetermined goal, he actually used the third fake spiritual treasure today besides the inner armor and hammer. More than ten pieces of fake spiritual treasure were made from unknown spiritual materials, about the size of a ring finger. The flying knives turned into streams of light and came straight towards Sun Mingsheng from different directions.

Whether it is a magic weapon or a fake spiritual weapon, the complete set is slightly superior in terms of its own value and offensive power, and these flying knives are the best among them, good at rapid attacks.

"There is actually a fourth fake spirit treasure (including the auxiliary fake spirit treasure nine-halo pearl string used as a lucky draw)?"

When this set of fake spiritual treasures appeared, Sun Mingsheng's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face. Simply based on the equipment of the fake spiritual treasures, the gap between the new Nascent Soul Stage monks and the veteran monks was actually huge. So far away, like a rich man and a beggar.

Just for Sun Mingsheng, if he hadn't obtained the remains of the Black Water Black Snake, it would have been impossible to exchange for the banana fan from the Nascent Soul Alliance in such a short period of time.

And Miao Yi was only a casual cultivator, with no support from his family or sect behind him. Even with such a strong family background, wouldn't the gap between the two be even more obvious if he were replaced by other cultivators?

"Banana fan, go"

Although Sun Mingsheng only had one fake spiritual treasure, he showed no fear in the face of this series of attacks. The crimson leaves of the banana fan, which were already wider and larger, became more flexible. When the flying knife came, Before, a circle surrounded Sun Mingsheng.

"Dang Dang Dang"

As bursts of sound came, these menacing flying knives were exhausted one after another under the obstruction of layers of banana fans. Only one or two of the core broke through the obstacles, leaving a penetrating wound on his left and right abdomen.