After my heart was pierced by Wan Jian, all the Momen brothers were reborn Chapter 188: The Spirit Beast That Failed to Survive the Tribulation in the Demon Refining Tower
Chapter 188: The Spirit Beast That Failed to Survive the Tribulation in the Demon Refining Tower
The disciple who almost hit someone was still in a daze, obviously not coming out of the fight in the illusion.
He shook his head, looked at the angry disciple in front of him, and finally calmed down.
"Hug, sorry!" The disciple apologized quickly and quickly put away the weapon in his hand.
Several disciples around him who had also almost accidentally injured someone, or even accidentally injured others, mostly had the same reaction as him.
The twenty-four academy disciples put away the illusion and adjusted their breathing on the spot.
Wen Manchuan did not know when he appeared on the high platform. He looked at the sect disciples below and raised his eyes to glance at the rankings that were still hanging in the air.
Wen Manchuan was quite surprised when he saw Qianming Sect ranked first.
But it's not surprising when you think about the rumors widely circulated among the Qianming Sect in the world of immortal cultivation.
Wen Manchuan did not speak. When he saw many people coming to their senses, the first thing they did was to look at the rankings in mid-air.
Suddenly, some people are happy and some are sad.
"The Qianming Sect ranks first? Which sect is the Qianming Sect? It surpasses the Liuyan Sect by so many points."
"Are you stupid? You don't know Beizhou Qianming Sect?"
"Ah, that's it..."
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense!"
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Many people were talking privately, and the voices were not loud, but they all reached the ears of the Qianming Sect.
As a special sect among the sects, the Qianming Sect instantly became the focus of the audience.
Many people's eyes fell on Qian Ming and the others.
And a few of them stood there openly, accepting the probing gazes of others.
Seeing this, Wen Manchuan said: "This is the end of the second round of competition. The top fifty in this competition will enter the next round of competition."
"The third round of the competition adopts a system of fifty to sixteen. The competition venue is the Demon Refining Tower. The ranking will be determined based on the speed at which you reach the top of the tower."
Wen Manchuan's voice instantly spread throughout the square, and everyone who was still talking suddenly fell silent.
They all turned their attention to the high platform, and then they discovered that besides Wen Manchuan, there was a man standing on the high platform.
Although his identity is unknown, anyone who can stand next to Wen Manchuan must have an extraordinary identity.
"That one seems to be the young city lord."
"Young City Lord Wen Xuanhuai?"
"Look at the ring on his hand. It was a gift given to him by the first weapon refiner when he was born."
"..."
Hearing the chatter on one side, Yun Yanchu couldn't help but look towards the high platform.
It's not for any other reason, just because the number one weapon refiner they call is her master.
The master's little vest is well hidden, and only a few people in Qian Ming know his identity.
Looking towards the high platform, I saw a man wearing a red gold fire-patterned brocade robe. He was completely covered by a high collar. His long hair was half bundled and he looked cold.
A pair of eyes looks a bit lighter than those of ordinary people, as if they are wearing colored contact lenses.
He looked down at the people below him indifferently, his lips slightly pursed, and his whole body exuded the aura of keeping strangers away.
Yun Yanchu lowered his gaze and saw an ink-colored ring on his slender knuckles. When the sun fell, the ring gave off a faint golden light.
Seeing everyone's eyes gathered on the high platform, Wen Manchuan continued: "The prizes for the second round of competition will be distributed along with the training scroll."
After Wen Manchuan finished speaking, fifty people dressed in Apocalypse costumes walked into the square in an orderly manner, holding scrolls in both hands.
Soon, fifty people stood neatly in front of the disciples.
Wen Manchuan's voice sounded again: "The flow rate of the cultivation scroll is different from that of the outside world. Half a day outside is half a month inside. All your prizes have been stored in it. Please go to the Demon Refining Tower tomorrow to participate in the competition."
As soon as Wen Manchuan finished speaking, the leader of the fifty people took the first step forward and bowed to the disciples in front of him: "Please come forward to claim the prize for the first place in the second round of competition."
After he finished speaking, he slightly raised his eyes and looked at the disciples in front of him.
Everyone immediately turned their attention to where Qian Ming and the others were.
As the senior sister, Chu Wanjun was naturally the first to make a move.
As soon as she took a step forward, the disciples standing in front of her immediately moved away to make way for them.
Qian Ming and others followed Chu Wanjun and stepped forward.
After receiving the scroll, they turned around and walked back to their original position.
Fifty sects came forward to receive their prizes in an orderly manner. As for the sect disciples who were not among the top fifty, they left one after another after watching the entire process.
All the disciples who were still in the square raised their hands towards the high platform and said in unison: "Thank you City Master Wen——"
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On the way out of the square, many sect disciples were asking about the Demon Refining Tower.
Qian Mingzong and his party went straight back to their yard without stopping.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, a strong wave of air roared over me.
The clothes hem blew up, and Yun Yanchu could clearly see the scene in the courtyard.
I saw the little mute stopping the sword in his hand, looking at the six people who came in, and was about to put away the sword and say sorry.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the movement paused, Hua Rong's voice sounded in the courtyard: "Don't stop, continue."
When the little mute heard this, he immediately started practicing his moves.
The six people of Qian Ming were surprised. They didn't expect Hua Rong to care about the little mute practicing his moves.
They avoided the little mute's practice path and walked toward Huarong.
When she came to Hua Rong, Chu Wanjun curled her lips and said, "Master, fortunately you have lived up to your destiny, Qian Ming is number one."
"After winning the first place, others will look at us differently." Mo Zhifan said jokingly, putting his hand on Shen Nanzhou's shoulder very naturally.
Shen Nanzhou felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced sideways at Mo Zhifan.
Chu Wanjun smiled after hearing this and talked about business with Hua Rong: "The disciples of the Demon Refining Tower have never heard of entering the Sixteenth Sect in the third round. I wonder if Master knows about it?"
"Demon Refining Tower..." Hua Rong recited in a low voice, and then turned his gaze in the direction of the Demon Refining Tower.
When viewed from the square, the Demon Refining Tower towers straight into the clouds. When viewed from the courtyard, it becomes much smaller and the whole thing can be seen clearly.
"Nearly a million demon beasts are imprisoned in the Demon Refining Tower, and the spirit beasts are slaughtered to cause harm to the immortal world. The spirit beasts imprisoned on the top of the tower were in the Mahayana stage before they were imprisoned."
"Mahayana?!" Chu Wanjun exclaimed, her understanding of the Demon Refining Tower rising to a higher level.
"Yes, but he has no inner elixir and only looks good, so there's no need to worry." Hua Rong nodded and gasped so loudly that Chu Wanjun's heart suddenly dropped.
"No inner elixir? Doesn't it mean that spiritual beasts will die without inner elixir?" Mo Zhifan asked curiously.
"This is indeed the case for ordinary monsters, but he is a little special. He is a spirit beast that failed to transcend the tribulation and ascend. Even if he has no inner elixir, his physical body that has experienced the thunder from the sky is enough to withstand the monster refining tower. Year."
Hua Rong explained patiently. When talking about this matter, his long-lost memories opened up and his thoughts suddenly drifted away.
Several people saw Hua Rong distracted and did not bother him. They were just curious, what is the relationship between Hua Rong and this spiritual beast?