Chapter 218 Zhengyang Sect Vs. Canglong Kingdom

Ye Ming didn't answer, and punched out, hitting Chen Zhou.

Chen Zhou's body flew backwards at a faster speed and hit the ground without any breath.

Originally, Ye Ming was quite optimistic about Chen Zhou. Although he was a little arrogant, he was still in the late stage of Jin Dan's body cultivation. He planned to retain his soul like a big chest and refine it into a zombie.

But now that he is afraid of fighting and running away, he is not worthy of being turned into a zombie by himself. It is better to use this waste as the nourishment of the corpse tree to cultivate his own zombies.

After casually putting Chen Zhou, who had been reduced to a puddle of mud, into his storage bracelet, Ye Han moved and jumped off the ring.

"What kind of body training technique does he practice? His cultivation in the middle stage of the Golden Core actually defeats Chen Zhou, who is in the late Golden Core stage, and he has no power to fight back."

"Yes, there is also his speed. The speed he showed just now is no weaker than Jindan Perfect. This kid actually has something to hide. I'm afraid he will become a dark horse."

"His strength is indeed good, but it is impossible to become a dark horse. Can he still compete with the Jindan Perfection monks? This time, several Jindan Perfection monks have emerged from hiding in the five major forces."

Fu Jingfeng was quite satisfied with Ye Han's current results. He had never thought about whether Ye Han could enter the top five and help him compete for the Lingshi Mine and the Soul Control Sect's territory.

"Here are 500,000 low-grade spiritual stones as a reward for you. Almost all the second-ranked people have been eliminated. There is still one left on the boss's side. You probably won't be able to touch it, so I'll give it to you in advance." Fu Jingfeng handed over a storage box bag.

Ye Han glanced at it and put the storage bag away.

The 500,000 low-grade spiritual stones were several times more than what was mentioned before.

"We are preparing 10 million low-grade spiritual stones." Ye Han said calmly.

Fu Jingfeng was stunned, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Ye Han in confusion, and then seemed to think of something, "You, you mean..."

"Yes, don't you want to divide the spirit stone mine? If I win the top six, prepare 10 million spirit stones for me in advance." Ye Han said matter-of-factly, as if he was completely sure of getting the top six.

In fact, Ye Han didn't say it clearly. His goal was to be number one, but he was afraid that Fu Jingfeng wouldn't believe it.

Fu Jingfeng's heart was suddenly filled with excitement. He suppressed his inner excitement and called a personal eunuch to give a few instructions.

Nowadays, there are fewer people competing, and Ye Han does not continue to practice. Instead, he meditates to recover while watching the battle between other monks on the ring.

After the cold night, Chi Yangzi, a perfect golden elixir monk from the Zhengyang Sect, and Fu Qihua, a perfect golden elixir monk from the Canglong Kingdom, came on stage.

According to Fu Jingfeng, Fu Qihua is his uncle, and his talent is better than that of his father Fu Qiyuan. He was originally recognized as the king by the Canglong Ancestor, but Fu Qihua is not interested in being the emperor at all, and only wants to focus on cultivation, so the throne is only It fell on his father Fu Qiyuan's head.

Although Fu Qiyuan is also a perfect golden elixir, he is far behind Fu Qihua. Fu Qihua had already achieved golden elixir perfection hundreds of years ago. He had been in seclusion before. If he wanted to hit the Nascent Soul stage, he would go to Canglong Kingdom. The one with the strongest cultivation among the people participating in this competition.

And the strength of Chi Yangzi opposite him should not be underestimated. He was the number one person under Zhengyang Patriarch of Zhengyang Sect.

Unexpectedly, the strongest men of the two major forces would meet here in advance.

The happiest person is the masters of the other three major forces on the high platform.

"Hahaha, Zhengyang, Canglong, if I read it correctly, the following two people should be the strongest among your men. I didn't expect that they are facing each other now. It's really interesting." Ghost Sword Elder Zu said calmly.

"How about we start a bet and see who can advance?"

"Yes, yes, the slave family is also very curious, why not take a gamble." Ancestor Huanhua also agreed.

Ancestor Canglong glanced at the two of them with a gloomy face and said nothing.

Ancestor Zhengyang simply ignored the two of them and just looked at the field calmly.

As soon as the Ghost Dao Ancestor saw the Zhengyang Ancestor's face, he knew that the gambling market might not be open, but it didn't matter. He said this purely to disgust them.

"Zhengyangzi, I have admired your name for a long time." A black spear appeared in Fu Qihua's hand, standing in front of him, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

A pure Yang sword appeared in Zhengyangzi's hand. He looked at Fu Qihua with a calm expression, and his sword energy flourished.

"Fight." Fu Qihua raised the spear in his hand and shot towards Chi Yangzi, pointing the spear directly at Chi Yangzi.

Seeing this, Chi Yangzi stabbed out with the same sword without showing any signs of weakness.

"Boom~"

With the needle pointed at Maimang, the two of them were evenly matched. They took three steps back at the same time. For a moment, they were evenly matched.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that the pit in the ground where Fu Qiyuan landed is much bigger than that of Chi Yangzi, especially the last step. He almost tried his best not to take the fourth step back.

Not only was Fu Qihua not discouraged, but his fighting spirit became even stronger, "Okay, look at my shot and I will swim out to sea."

After saying that, the spear in his hand was like a black dragon that had just emerged from the sea, rushing towards Chiyangzi fiercely.

There is a common stroke in Chi Yangzi's hand, "Flowing clouds chase the sun."

A thick rosy cloud appeared in front of him.

These seemingly ordinary colorful clouds are like a quagmire. When the black dragon rushes into it, its ferocious momentum is suddenly blocked.

It seemed like it was stuck in a quagmire. Although it struggled to move forward, its speed was greatly reduced.

And every step forward requires a huge amount of spiritual power.

Seeing this, Fu Qihua stretched out his hand and took the spear back into his hand.

Chi Yangzi cast a spell, and the colorful clouds in front of him were also sucked into the Pure Yang Sword.

"You have already used a move, now try mine."

After saying this, Chi Yangzi threw the Pure Yang Sword in his hand upwards. On the Pure Yang Sword, the Pure Yang power burst out, and in a blink of an eye it became like a scorching sun across the void, "The bright sun rises to the sky."

As Chi Yangzi cast a spell, the scorching sun evolved from the Pure Yang Sword suddenly burst out with thousands of feet of light, and the Pure Yang energy around him turned into sharp swords, pouring down like a rainstorm, rushing towards Fu Qihua below.

Fu Qihua's face was already solemn when Chi Yangzi used this move.

Bright Sun Soaring to the Sky is a move from the Pure Yang Sword Art of the Zhengyang Sect. The Pure Yang Sword Art is a low-grade martial art of the Earth Rank, and it is very powerful. Fu Qihua has obviously cultivated this move to perfection.

"Well, let's see whether your Pure Yang Sword Art of the Zhengyang Sect is stronger, or the Canglong Art of my Canglong Country is stronger."

Fu Qihua's spiritual energy rose, wrapping himself and the spear in his hand together, and then turned into a ten-foot-long black dragon, roaring ferociously and rushing towards the Pure Yang sword energy.