It was said that Huang Mao was good, but it became the fairy's white moonlight

Chapter 42: Full of defense because of fear of pain

Seeing the big man being thrown off the stage by him with six fireball talismans and one wooden vine talisman, Han Mo looked calm on the surface, but felt slightly relieved in his heart.

This real-life version of the Immortal Ascension Conference... seems, it seems, not that difficult!

With a little trick on his part, he easily won his first victory.

No, no, this is still the first game, we cannot underestimate the enemy.

What's more, these talismans just thrown are not cheap. They cost ten spirit stones each, but in a few seconds, seventy spirit stones were gone.

If the battle lasts longer and dozens more talismans are thrown, it is not impossible to spend thousands of spirit stones in one battle.

I can only say that novels about cultivating immortals do not deceive me. Talismans, formations, elixirs, etc. are all things that rich people play with. Spending spiritual stones is like running water.

Of course, Han Mo did not use magic, but chose to use the talisman bought with spirit stones to fight against the enemy. Naturally, he had his own plan.

The battle on his side ended quickly. The movement was not too big and did not attract too many people's attention.

However, because there were so many people watching the battle, a few people still noticed what was going on here.

"Hey, isn't that the dandy prince of Yifenghou Mansion? He also came to participate in the conference and actually won? It's unreasonable!"

"I saw the whole process. This kid doesn't have the style of a big family, and he actually used the fireball talisman to fight against the enemy. What's even more shameful is that he succeeded in a sneak attack."

"He is really a dandy, with no sense of honor at all.

Doesn't he know that foreign objects are foreign objects after all, and winning a competition with foreign objects is nothing like real ability. It's just like mud that can't hold up the wall! "

"Shh, keep your voice down, you are risking your life, don't let him hear you."

The comments from the spectators around the Shengxian Terrace, although they were all derogatory, also verified that Han Mo's plan was feasible - he won the game but made his reputation worse.

This is also the reason why he spent huge sums of money to purchase so many war preparation supplies.

And "abandoning the sense of honor of the big family, using foreign objects, or even sneak attacks to win the competition" is only the first step of his plan, and the next step is the highlight.

……

After the first battle, Han Mo did not end the game, because there was more than one battle in the first round, and there were several more competitions to follow.

Of course, when he saw that the other winners did not end up, they chose to sit cross-legged and meditate, waiting for others to end the battle.

Those capable monks, or those who are luckier, can end the battle quickly when they encounter an opponent several levels lower than themselves.

In this way, their advantage is reflected. They can meditate and recover longer than monks who are slower to end the battle.

And the kind of person who meets a monk who is equal in strength to himself, and the two fight for a long time, and finally win with difficulty until both of them are injured, will undoubtedly be much unlucky.

This may be because their intelligence work was not done well, or maybe he was just unlucky.

But sometimes luck is actually a kind of strength.

Soon, when everyone decided the winner, and there was only one person left on each of the [-] stone platforms, and after the other half were eliminated, the second battle of the first round began.

Just when Han Mo was wondering whether he wanted to move to another stone platform to compete, the stone platform under his feet suddenly shook.

Then in his surprised eyes, the stone platform he was on and the nearest stone platform were close to each other.

In the end, the two stone platforms merged into one, and the original number of more than 2000 stone platforms became more than [-].

It seems that every time a game is won, the stone platforms will be merged until they finally advance to the second round.

In this way, starting from the second game, you no longer have to choose your opponents, but the nearby stone platforms are spliced ​​together, which is equivalent to a random draw.

This is also in line with the game's setting of immediately matching opponents in the Immortal Conference.

In this case, the probability of picking a strong player is equal for everyone. As long as you are not the kind of person who is extremely unlucky, it should not be difficult to advance in the first round.

Even if you have a little better luck, in the subsequent battles, you will encounter the same naive opponents as you met in the first battle, or opponents who are slightly weaker at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining.

Then, it is not impossible to get through the second round just by relying on the talisman.

Thinking of this, Han Mo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief again.

However, he overlooked one problem. He is not the protagonist, so naturally he does not have the colorful luck of the protagonist.

As a villain, if you don't have bad luck, you will burn high. If you still think of relying on luck to advance, naturally it doesn't exist.

Therefore, not surprisingly, Han Mo frowned when facing his opponent in the second battle.

A quick glance shows that he is at the ninth level of Qi refining.

Damn it, why is it still two small realms higher than that of the person in the first battle?

Moreover, this is not an ordinary ninth level of Qi refining.

This short, fat man with a somewhat solemn look in his eyes took out a few talismans from his storage bag and quickly slapped them on his body the moment the stone platforms merged.

Diamond Talisman, Wooden Armor Talisman, Stone Skin Talisman, Passivation Talisman...

The colorful talismans flashed with light, but they were not attack talismans, but rather talismans that strengthened one's own defense.

The colors of these talismans were mixed, and they did not look like high-grade talismans, but just ordinary goods sold in the market.

It can be inferred from this that this person is not a partial genius who is good at making talismans. This person does not hold a sword as a weapon, but holds a shield-shaped magic weapon. He does not look like an offensive swordsman.

When Han Mo looked at the other party, the other party also stared at Han Mo with a wary face.After taking out all the talismans, he drank slightly, and an earthy yellow halo appeared around him. The halo quickly enveloped his whole body and condensed into an earthy yellow shield like an egg shell.

Seeing this, Han Mo quickly came to the conclusion: this was a ninth-level Qi refining person who was cautious and full of defenses because of fear of pain.

Obviously, not everyone is as tall and rough as the man before. In this world of immortality, only cautious people can live longer.

In the game, this kind of earth spiritual root monk who has full defense and has cultivated "turtle shell" is also a quite difficult opponent in the Ascension Conference.

With the blessing of various defensive talismans and his own earth defense spells, even a monk at the tenth level of Qi refining would feel like scraping the opponent.

This is definitely the most disgusting opponent in the early game.

Usually when a monk encounters someone, they can only choose to scrape and fight with them for spiritual energy. Whoever has enough spiritual energy and can persevere to the end can turn defeat into victory.

However, the mental method cultivated by this kind of earth spiritual root monk is still the type of energy recovery and energy storage. The spiritual energy reserve and spiritual energy recovery are far beyond what ordinary monks can compare with.

Therefore, monks often find that their spiritual energy is exhausted after fighting for a long time, and they can only lose with hatred in the end.

"Brother, come here! But I advise you, you'd better surrender as soon as possible, because no matter what tricks you use, you can't defeat me."

After the short, fat man made all preparations, he felt that he was sure of victory, and his originally vigilant expression finally became relaxed, and he even felt a little embarrassed.

What he fears most about his "Turtle Style" move is that the opponent will cast some powerful destructive spell when his shield is not yet formed.

But the other party didn't do this, maybe because the other party didn't master any powerful destructive spells!

In any case, now that his "tortoise shell" is complete and indestructible, all that awaits his opponent is the end of exhaustion of spiritual energy and a bitter defeat.

However, this is indeed the end for ordinary monks when they encounter him.

Unfortunately, he met Han Mo, who knew all the game strategies.

"is it?"

Looking at the squat man yelling across from him, Han Mo took a deep breath, quickly took out a medicine bottle from his storage bag, poured out three pills and swallowed them silently.

Rejuvenation Pill: Can slowly restore the consumed spiritual energy.

Storm Pill: When releasing a spell or talisman, a large amount of spiritual energy can be erupted at once to enhance the damage of the spell or talisman.

Gold Tracer Powder: When releasing gold spells during the Qi Refining Period, the consumption of gold spiritual energy is reduced and the power of gold spells is slightly enhanced.

Seeing Han Mo swallow a few pills, the short and fat man suddenly sneered and said with a bit of pride:
"It's useless. No matter what panacea you take, you can't break through my iron wall. My surname is Xu, and I'm from Jiangdong. We have a famous saying there, Jiangdong Iron Wall..."

However, before the other party finished speaking, Han Mo had already torn open a very high-end pure golden talisman, and instantly a slender and sharp golden cone condensed on his side.

"The Golden Cone Talisman, the most lethal combat talisman during the Qi refining period, has its own armor-breaking ability?!"

The short and fat man seemed to recognize the origin of this high-level talisman, and this was what monks like him feared the most.

only……

"If you had ten of them, I would be afraid of you, but you dare to just have one...fuck you!"

The short and fat man wanted to scream, but suddenly he found that Han Mo took out a stack of golden talismans from somewhere and tore them all at once.

In an instant, thirty golden cones were spread all over his body.

The short and fat man screamed in fright, and suddenly he did not dare to continue talking.

A golden cone talisman sells for [-] low-grade spiritual stones in the market. These thirty pieces are equivalent to [-] spiritual stones, and his total war preparation materials are only [-] spiritual stones.

At this moment, Han Mo could clearly feel the feeling of the flower spirit stone flowing like water, and he felt a slight pain in his heart, as the three thousand spirit stones were gone.

There is more than one way to crack the "Turtle Shell Style", but Han Mo still chose the most violent method.

Although this was also part of his plan, the unexpected expense still made Han Mo's face twitch slightly, and even his eyes became "ferocious":
"You brat, I will give you six breaths to reorganize your language."

"what……?"

"One breath."

"Well...it's so lively at the conference today."

"Two breaths."

"Brother, don't do this."

"Four breaths."

"Wait, isn't it three breaths? Who did you learn arithmetic from?"

"Six breaths."

"Wait a minute, brother, big brother, we have something to discuss."

Looking at the short, fat man opposite with his eyes widened and a look of fear on his face, Han Mo had a gloomy face and said viciously:

"Let's have a good discussion with my prince about the three thousand spirit stones!"

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom Cone!"

(End of this chapter)