Seeing that the other party was determined not to surrender, Lin Shijiu stopped talking nonsense, raised her hand and pointed a small bronze mirror with a simple shape at the ghost cultivator.
The ghost cultivator was immediately horrified. Monks are good at using magic weapons. He could clearly remember how his companion died just now. So he quickly wanted to fly away. But at the next moment, he saw a golden light suddenly emitting from the bronze mirror, which directly enveloped him.
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"What...what is this time?"
Kunwu Mirror is a top-grade magic weapon. It is specially designed to restrain evil spirits. As the user's Tao Qi is stimulated, a golden light will be emitted, which will restrain the ghost cultivators and ghosts that are illuminated and burn the Yin Qi in their bodies.
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In the last ghost incident in the hotel, Lin Shijiu also used this mirror to shine on the ghost in the middle stage of Gintama. As a result, the ghost dissipated without even being able to move.
As Lin Shijiu's cultivation level improved, the level of Dao Qi that drove the mirror also increased. Therefore, the golden light emitted was no longer limited to ghosts in the ghost stage, and even ghost cultivators in the middle stage of enlightenment were doomed.
"ah....!"
The strong burning sensation made the ghost cultivator scream, but his body was unable to move at all, as if a immobilizing spell had been cast on it.
"Stupid, just admit defeat!"
The authorities were confused and it was clear to the onlookers. Just when the ghost cultivator was in a daze after being burned, his companions outside the venue suddenly reminded him loudly.
In both individual battles and team battles, there is a rule that you are not allowed to attack after admitting defeat.
After hearing this, the ghost cultivator felt like he was waking up from a dream, and he quickly endured the pain and shouted: "Surrender... surrender, I admit... surrender..."
The referee outside the court frowned. But when he saw the three ghosts on the opposite side all looking towards him, he could only fly to the court and said, "Stop it, Shi Jiu."
Although Lin Shijiu regretted not getting rid of the ghost cultivator, it was still acceptable to let him be seriously injured and lose his combat effectiveness.
"When we encounter this level of Taoyuan monks, we'd better surrender directly."
After inspecting his companion's injuries, a ghost cultivator showed a palpitating expression.
If it were one step later, the ghost cultivator who came on stage would not be able to be saved, let alone lose his fighting ability at this time.
"Deputy Sect Master, you have also seen that we have no power to fight back, otherwise..." Another ghost cultivator also agreed with this point of view and cautiously asked the ghost cultivator who was in the early stage of enlightenment.
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The young man looks different from the ghost cultivators around him. His skin is fair but not pale.
He glanced at Lin Shijiu who was retreating from the field with a sneer, "Haha, then surrender. The Taoist sect only has this little strength..."
The ghost cultivators breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
Although this deputy sect leader is young, his cultivation level is only in the early stage of enlightenment, but his true strength is not as good as that of the ghost cultivators in the late stage of enlightenment. And even against those in the late stage of enlightenment, he can still keep up with him.
Not only that, he also invented a way to use Yin Qi to refine ghost beads, including using formations to collect ghosts from all sides to ensure that the master of Daozhenren level can successfully overcome the tribulation, which was also done by him.
Therefore, in the Yin Ghost Sect, all the ghost cultivators are convinced by him.
After solving the ghost cultivator, the second round is over and it’s the third round.
In this battle, two ghost cultivators participated in the battle. One of them faced off against Wang Chongyang, and the other faced off against a monk in the Taoist stage.
Of the six games in the third round, two ended as soon as they started, one with the ghost cultivator admitting defeat, and the other with the monk.
Ren Xiaofan's opponent is a monk from the Nanliang Sect who has entered the perfection stage, named Chen Haoyuan, and is the senior brother of the Nanliang Sect.
"Come on, Senior Brother!"
"The other party is just a casual cultivator, senior brother is messing with him!"
The Nanliang Sect disciples who were watching loudly cheered for Chen Haoyuan.
In the middle of the auditorium, there was a large screen showing the names of the contestants, their sects, etc.
Ren Qingfan, who has entered the stage of consummation and is a casual cultivator, is prominently introduced in it.
"Fellow Taoist, please admit defeat on your own. The elders in the sect have given orders. I don't want to hurt you."
Ren Xiaofan's Daoyuan qualifications are second-class, and Chen Haoyuan's Daoyuan qualifications are also second-class.
With the same level and qualifications, how can the Taoism learned by casual cultivators compare with that of monks in the sect? Therefore, it is normal for Chen Haoyuan to be so confident.
"Haha, thank you fellow Taoist for reminding me, but please return this to you." Ren Xiaofan smiled slightly, and a mahogany dagger appeared in his hand.
"Huh! Don't blame me if you don't know what's good!"
Normally, Chen Haoyuan would have been too lazy to communicate with the casual cultivators. Seeing that his kind reminder was ignored by the other party, he was a little angry.
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He quickly summoned a mahogany sword and prepared for close combat.
The founder of the Nanliang Sect was named Nanliang Yu, who was from the Song Dynasty. After being enlightened by Lu Zu, he became an immortal and left the Nanliang Sect in the lower world.
In its heyday, it was no weaker than Tianchen Dao today, but it is now in decline due to its sparse population.
But even so, Ren Xiaofan had to admit that Chen Haoyuan's swordsmanship still had two brushes. He was indeed a monk who had been inherited from the sect.
However, there are only two brushes. Although the swordsmanship is good, the strength is not enough. It is obvious that the person using it is not good at martial arts.
Ren Xiaofan was not in a hurry. He just resisted Chen Haoyuan's attack. After all, he would not miss such an opportunity to learn other swordsmanship.
Swish swish swish....
Several more sword strikes were struck, but they were all resolved by Ren Xiaofan with skill.
The third round of fighting is over, and only Chen Haoyuan and Ren Xiaofan are still chasing each other in the ring.
The entire audience, including those in front of the TV, were watching.
As a successor of an orthodox disciple of the Taoist sect, Chen Haoyuan couldn't help but feel anxious that he couldn't defeat a casual cultivator for so long. Suddenly, his swordsmanship became even more fierce.
"Headmaster Nan, Haoyuan's swordsmanship is even more powerful than the last time I went to your original Tianshan Mountain. Looking at this posture, he is already as good as Song Xiao..."
Qianyang Sect and Nanliang Sect are relatively close to each other. The two heads are good friends with each other, and it is common for them to visit each other's sect.
"Haha, I don't like hearing what you are saying. What do you mean by not losing to Song Xiao? Haoyuan is no worse than Song Xiao." Nan Qingfeng replied somewhat unhappily.
"There's nothing you can do if you don't want to hear it. I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe there will be a chance for these two... eh, no, no chance."
Sun Sichen, the head of the Qianyang Sect, also wanted to say: Let the two children compete against each other when there is a chance, but in the middle of the sentence, he abruptly changed his words.
Inside the ring, Ren Xiaofan's mahogany dagger was already attached to Chen Haoyuan's neck.
The latter had a look of astonishment on his face, and the sword in his hand was still in an attacking posture, as if he didn't react.
He didn't know that he had lost until the referee came into the field to declare victory.