Mortal Cultivation: I Have a Mirror of Absurdity

Chapter 45 45 Yellow-faced Man

The venue for the competition is in a huge underground space.

The underground space has a diameter of one hundred feet and a height of thirty to forty feet. The outer layer is entirely made of white jade, and the jade is protected by thick earth-yellow restrictions.

According to Manager Ma, this underground space was built by the four major merchant alliances and was specially used for competitions in the underground space of Tianxing City.

At this time, seven monks have arrived in the underground space. Among them, three from the Fengle League, including Elder Gao, Guanshi Ma and Wang Geng, and three from the Yongan League, including an elder at the Danjie stage, a steward and Wang Geng are about to go to battle. His opponent, the last monk named Gu, with a mid-level cultivation level of alchemy, was actually a monk from Xinggong invited by Fengle League and Yongan League to be a witness.

"We haven't seen each other for just twenty or thirty years, and Brother Gu has already advanced to the middle stage. The cultivation resources of Star Palace are really enviable to us. I think it will be natural for Brother Gu to advance to the later stage and even have a baby in the future. Gao and I would like to congratulate fellow Taoist monks here."

"You two fellow Taoists are very polite. I don't dare to dream of advancing to Yuanying, but you, the four major business alliances..."

The three alchemy monks have obviously known each other for a long time, and they spoke like friends for many years. However, it can be clearly seen that the status of the ancient monk is higher than that of the other two. This is because the former's cultivation level is one level higher. There is also a reason why the power of the Star Palace surpasses the four major business alliances.

After some polite exchanges, only Wang Geng and the martial arts monks from the Yong'an Alliance were left at the scene. The other five monks walked into a small confinement somewhere on the edge of the underground space and watched the two martial arts competition quietly.

The monk from the Yong'an League who went to battle was a man with a yellow face in his thirties with a sinister appearance. He had a strong and fierce aura, and he was also in the realm of fake elixirs.

The yellow-faced man was obviously impatient. After seeing Wang Geng, he kept scowling and looking coldly at him. After realizing that Wang Geng didn't respond at all, he actually grinned, thinking that Wang Geng was timid. From then on, he became more and more unscrupulous in provoking from time to time. one time.

Wang Geng didn't understand the other party's provocative behavior. He kept his head slightly lowered, pretending to be honest, but there was a faint cold light in his eyes.

After a while, Manager Ma gave the order and the competition officially began.

At this time, the two sides were thirty or forty feet apart.

Wang Geng didn't dare to neglect at all. He immediately touched the storage bag on his waist and took out the Jinghong Double Needles. After a flash of spiritual light, he sacrificed them one by one in the sky above his head. At this time, he raised his head and looked to the opposite side. Who knows what he saw when he saw it? Next, the situation in his eyes made Wang Geng frown slightly.

The yellow-faced man opposite him had a proud look on his face, and there were four magical weapons that were shining brightly hovering above his head at the same time.

As we all know, among mortals, the spiritual thoughts of ordinary monks can only control two to three magical weapons at the same time. Monks who can control four magical weapons at the same time have either practiced some kind of secret technique that enhances spiritual thoughts, or their spiritual thoughts are naturally powerful. of genius.

Obviously, no matter which of the above situations, the yellow-faced man on the opposite side is extremely difficult to deal with.

Presumably the five monks outside the venue also knew this.

The ancient monk looked at the big man with a yellow face with a trace of inquiry, and seemed to be somewhat interested in the latter. The two monks from the Yong'an League both raised the corners of their mouths, as if victory was already in hand, and the elder Gao from the Fengle League Both Shi Ze and Matthew had expressionless faces, and they seemed to be considering something when their eyes moved slightly.

At this time, the yellow-faced man opposite showed a cruel smile, and then he couldn't wait to take action against Wang Geng. The man suddenly raised his right index finger and pointed quickly in the direction of Wang Geng. For a moment, the man's head was The four magical weapons in the sky suddenly sounded a huge buzzing sound, and then turned into four streams of light and struck towards Wang Geng's upper body like lightning.

The four streams of light are breathtaking and powerful. They are obviously not ordinary top-level magic weapons.

Wang Geng saw this but did not panic. He waited until the four streams of light were flying halfway, then moved a little farther towards two of them. The next moment, Jinghong and Phantom Needle circled together, flew out silently, and faced them head-on. There were two streams of light.

The next moment, two loud sounds of "Boom" and "Boom" came, and the light suddenly shone brightly in mid-air. Jinghong and Phantom Needle both stopped in mid-air, while the two streams of light on the opposite side retreated back together. Two or three meters away, it was obviously a small loss.

At this time, the yellow-faced man had already commanded two other streams of light to reach above Wang Geng's head, and was about to chop them off.

At this critical moment, Wang Geng remained unhurried, staring at the two falling streams of light, and then punched them fiercely.

After two sounds of "buzz" and "buzz" broke through the air, two fist-shaped lights and shadows visible to the naked eye suddenly took shape and faced the two streams of light.

The next moment, two loud roars resounded through the entire underground space. When the aura and energy exploded, everyone outside the venue could clearly see that Wang Geng actually knocked out the yellow-faced man's two seemingly powerful magic tricks with only two punches. The weapon flew three to five meters away, which was really unexpected.

After practicing the Mountain-Moving Technique to the third level, Wang Geng's magic power has been nearly twice that of ordinary monks of the same level. Correspondingly, the superimposed power of three layers of fists is almost twice that of a full-strength strike of the ordinary monks of the same level. Ordinary top-level magical weapons might not be able to withstand even one of his fists.

Obviously, the power of Wang Geng's skills surprised many people outside the venue.

After the yellow-faced man, the ancient monk looked at Wang Geng with burning eyes. The smiles on the faces of the two monks from the Yong'an League immediately stiffened, but they did not show any signs of urgency, while the two monks from the Fengle League both showed relief. color.

Amidst the roars, in the blink of an eye, Wang Geng had already fought with the yellow-faced man for more than ten rounds. The power of Jinghong's double needles was obviously superior to the opponent's magic weapon, and Wang Geng's fists could also suppress it. Keep any opponent's weapon close to you.

At this time, the yellow-faced man could no longer feel a trace of anxiety on his face. Under his crazy command, the four streams of light still tried to break through Wang Geng's defense and quickly defeated him.

Wang Geng, on the other hand, stayed close to home and never took the initiative to attack, only waiting for a good opportunity to take action against the enemy.

Not long after, there was another roar in the air. It turned out that the Jinghong Needle and a flying fork magic weapon of the yellow-faced man collided again. But what was different from the past was that the flying fork magic weapon whined after being hit. It kept going, and at the same time, the trajectory of its movements also became skewed, and it seemed that it was already a little out of control.

It turns out that the magic weapon here has been attacked by the Jinghong Needle and the Phantom Needle for more than ten times. Although it is also a top-level magic weapon, it cannot match the power of the Jinghong Needle, so it was finally injured. Already.

The yellow-faced man seemed to have just woken up when he saw this, and immediately showed a look of regret on his face. Seeing that Wang Geng was stepping up his attack on the other three magic weapons, he immediately waved his hand, took back the four magic weapons at the same time, and took them away. After putting it back in the storage bag, I took out a sparkling medicinal pot-shaped magic weapon from the storage bag again.

The next moment, the yellow-faced man smiled sinisterly, and then began to pour mana into the medicine pot with all his strength. After a burst of spiritual light, the medicine pot actually began to spray out streams of thick yellow mist, and then the volume of the yellow mist increased. It grew so big that it actually covered the entire figure of the big yellow-faced man.

At the end, the yellow mist actually spread to a size of about ten feet, like a huge yellow mushroom, obviously showing extraordinary power.

Seeing this situation, the expressions of the five people watching changed again.

The ancient monk's interested eyes began to wander back and forth between Wang Geng and the yellow-faced man. Smiles appeared on the faces of the two monks from the Yong'an League again, while the two monks from the Fengle League looked at each other and looked at each other. There was a hint of worry in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)