Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 248 A little test
Jiang Feng was explaining the rules in the arena when Yu Lian came up behind them and said, "Master, the competition information has been released. The first match is yours. Your opponent is Duan Yongkang from the Duan family, who has reached the ninth level of Qi Refining."

"Senior Brother Zhong is in the fifth match, and his opponent is Kong Xiangyuan of the Kong family. Here is their information."

Song Xian took the paper scroll he handed over, unfolded it and saw that Duan Yongkang had three spiritual roots, was sixty-three years old, and was an elder of the Duan family.

Kong Xiangyuan was only thirty-five years old, and as Zhang Ningyuan said, he had a single spiritual root of gold attribute.

At such a young age, he has already reached the tenth level of Qi Refining, and he is a direct descendant of the Kong family. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius in cultivation. He is definitely the darling of the Kong family.

When Zhong Wenyuan heard the match information, his expression became even more solemn. He took the information scroll from Kong Xiangyuan and looked at it for a long time.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Wenyuan, just treat it as an ordinary fight."

"I will try my best to force him to use all his tricks then." After a moment of silence, Zhong Wenyuan spoke.

In the competition venue, Jiang Feng explained the rules to the foundation-building cultivator and then left.

About a quarter of an hour later, the competition officially began.

The referee has come to the center of the field.

"The first match is between Fellow Daoist Song Xian of the Hunyuan Sect and Fellow Daoist Duan Yongkang of the Duan Family. Please take your seats, fellow Daoists."

Song Xian patted Su Zhirou's tightly clenched hands, then stood up. Amid the cheers of the sect's disciples, he rode his magic weapon and walked to the center of the venue.

At the same time, another middle-aged man also arrived riding a magic weapon.

Song Xian looked up and saw that the man looked to be no more than forty years old, with a dark complexion, a solemn expression, and a serious face.

Because of years of practice, practitioners' physical condition is much younger than their actual age.

The two men walked up to the Beast Taming Sect disciple, about a foot away, and stopped.

"During the competition, you must obey my instructions and not use any external objects."

"Competitions must adhere to the principle of making friends through martial arts. Intentional injury is prohibited, and even more so, killing is prohibited."

"Once one party concedes defeat, the other party may no longer attack it."

"Besides speaking, you can also concede by raising your palms together above your head."

"In the event of an emergency, I will intervene in the competition. If there is negligence of murder or dishonorable behavior, the competition qualification and results will be disqualified."

"Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Neither of them spoke.

"Fellow Daoists, please bow to each other and then each retreat twenty-five feet."

"Master Song, please teach me." Duan Yongkang saluted with his fists clasped.

"Please come in, Fellow Daoist Duan." Song Xian clasped his fists in return, and the two of them walked towards the back, stopping at a circle at an area of ​​25 meters.

"The competition begins." The referee ordered.

Song Xian put his palms together, and the fire-attributed spiritual power of heaven and earth gathered. A blazing flame appeared in front of him. The flame was only a foot high at first, and then spread to his front, back, left and right, burning like a fuse, and the blazing flames enveloped him completely.

As the flames dissipated, a crimson barrier appeared around him. This was the first-grade high-level fire technique, the Fire Screen Technique.

This was his first time participating in a competition. He hadn't fought yet and didn't know how strong his opponent was. To be on the safe side, he first performed a defensive spell to protect himself.

Just as he was casting the Fire Screen spell, the opponent had also cast a spell, but his body was covered with a layer of black armor-like battle suit, wrapping his whole body tightly. It was a high-level earth-based spell, the Armor of Earth.

Obviously, both of them were very cautious, and used defensive techniques to protect themselves whenever they attacked.

On this side, after Song Xian performed the Fire Screen Technique, he immediately formed seals. As the spiritual energy in his body surged, a huge fire dragon condensed.

The fire dragon was about three or four feet in size and very majestic. As the flames burned, it made a loud noise, as if roaring, and rushed towards the other party, shaking its head and tail.

When Song Xian was concentrating his magic, Duan Yongkang also cast a high-level earth-based magic. A two-meter-long earth-yellow giant claw condensed and grabbed towards Song Xian. It was a first-grade high-level earth-based magic, the Claw of Covering Earth.

Duan Yongkang was shocked when he saw the huge fire dragon coming. He himself also had fire spiritual roots, so he was naturally familiar with the Fire Dragon Technique and could even perform it himself. However, he was good at earth-based techniques and had only practiced the Fire Dragon Technique to the intermediate level. The condensed fire dragon was only ten feet in size.

This was the first time he had seen such a huge fire dragon. There were also cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage in his clan who were good at fire magic. He had also seen the power of the great-level fire dragon magic, but the dragon was no more than two meters in size.

At this moment, the fire dragon technique that Song Xian used was almost twice as large, so its power can be imagined.

The fire dragon roared and collided with the khaki giant claw. With a loud bang, the giant claw shook continuously. The fire dragon's huge body wrapped around the giant claw. Under the burning flames, cracks appeared on the surface of the khaki giant claw.

Under Song Xian's keen eyes, all the information about the other party appeared in his mind.

Cultivation level: ninth level of Qi training.

Spiritual Strength: 93
Spiritual power: 47
Spiritual root attributes: wood, fire, earth.

The Earth-Covering Claws he cast had an attack power of thirty points and consumed fifteen points of his own spiritual power. In addition, the Earth Armor he cast also consumed fifteen points of spiritual power. At this moment, he only had sixty-three points of spiritual power left.

The fire dragon technique performed by Song Xian has an attack power of up to forty-eight points.

Just as the fire dragon was fighting with the giant yellow claw, Duan Yongping's second wave of attack arrived. He slapped the ground with both palms, and the ground rose slightly, as if something was drilling underground and rushing towards him.

Song Xian did not dodge, as he had a fire screen shield around him, so he didn't have to worry about ordinary attacks.

The floating ground extended from Duan Yongping's feet to Song Xian's feet, and then black vines broke out from the ground and wrapped around his body like snakes.

Several three-foot-long black vines broke out of the ground, crisscrossing each other. When they touched the red barrier, a raging fire immediately ignited around them, submerging the vines that were wrapped around them.

On the other side, the giant ochre claws had been shattered into pieces by the fire dragon's attack.

Seeing the fire dragon attacking again, Duan Yongkang put his hands together, and four streams of quicksand stretched out from the ground, wrapped around the fire dragon's body, and bound it like four chains. Each stream of quicksand was one foot thick, rooted in the ground, and divided into four sections to bind the fire dragon in the air.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duan Yongkang advanced instead of retreating. He formed seals with his hands again and came towards Song Xian. The light in front of him gathered and condensed into an ochre dragon head-like object. The dragon head opened its mouth wide, and many fist-sized black round objects spewed out and shot towards Song Xian.

At the same time, his figure was still approaching Song Xian, and the ochre dragon head condensed in front of him also moved with him.

Seeing him approaching, Song Xian did not give in. He retreated while clasping his hands together. The spiritual power in his body surged, and the fire-attributed spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth swarmed in, forming layers of fire clouds. Then he slowly spread his hands apart, and all the surrounding fire clouds poured into his palms, compressed into a ball, and transformed into a spear.

Song Xian's palms trembled slightly, and he stretched his palms to three feet in size, and the blazing spear in his hands also condensed.

He retracted his hands, grasped the middle of the spear, and then pulled it outward. The blazing flames covering the spear instantly disappeared without a trace. Outside the venue, on the high platform, in a quiet and elegant room, Huo Yuanzheng, the foundation-building cultivator of the Beastmaster Sect, was chatting with Jiang Feng.

Suddenly, he saw Song Xian using this move in the competition area below. He looked over and nodded slightly, praising him: "Brother Jiang, Bianxi City is indeed full of hidden talents. It is truly rare for a Qi-refining cultivator to be able to cultivate the Fire Cloud Spear to this level."

Jiang Feng looked up when he heard this, but did not respond. Although he was slightly surprised that Song Xian used the Fire Cloud Spear, he did not care much.

Given his status, he wouldn't care about this kind of competition among young Qi-refining people, and he didn't stay just to watch the competition. However, as the person in charge of Bianxi City, he had to be present today.

Since I was here, I stayed for a while and chatted with the people sent by the sect.

"Fellow Daoist Duan, be careful." Song Xian shouted softly, and the fiery red spear in his hand shot out like a flash of lightning. It looked ordinary, but if you look closely, you will find that wherever the spear passed, the surrounding air emitted visible heat waves, like ripples caused by throwing a stone into the water.

This is a second-grade, low-grade fire magic, the Fire Cloud Spear.

He knew that with Duan Yongkang's strength and without the help of magic weapons and talismans, it would be difficult for him to resist his move, so he spoke up to warn him.

However, just as he shot out the flame gun in his hand, his body staggered and almost fell down.

He looked down and saw that the ground beneath him had turned into a quagmire and his body was sinking uncontrollably.

It turned out that when he was using the Fire Cloud Spear, Duan Yongping also used the Mud and Sand Flow, turning the land beneath him into a quagmire and pulling him into the inner room.

The reason why Duan Yongping did not retreat but advanced was because of this mud and sand flow technique, which could only be used when he was ten feet close to the enemy, turning the ground under the opponent's feet into a quagmire.

The black round substance spewed out by the ochre dragon head is clay mud. Once it sticks to the human body, it will quickly solidify and make the body stiff and unable to move.

Combined with the quagmire caused by the mud flow, people will sink completely to the bottom of the quagmire without any resistance.

The moment Song Xian swung his Fire Cloud Spear, Duan Yongkang's pupils shrank. He felt the power of this technique.

Before he could react, the Fire Cloud Spear shot out like lightning. The fist-sized clay mud spewed out by the ochre dragon head shattered like tofu when it encountered the fire spear and was swallowed by the flames.

In just a few breaths, the Fire Cloud Spear, with its unstoppable momentum, had reached Duan Yongping. The condensed ochre dragon head was pierced through by the spear, breaking into pieces and covered in raging flames.

With a cracking sound, the Fire Cloud Spear hit Duan Yongping's chest directly. The huge impact force made him fly backwards and then fall heavily to the ground.

The moment he landed, cracks appeared on his earth armor. Duan Yongping felt as if he had fallen into molten lava, his body seemed to be on fire, and his internal organs were churning.

"Give up, I give up." Seeing the Fire Cloud Spear coming again, he shouted loudly, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the next moment, the Fire Cloud Spear stopped where it was.

At this time, Song Xian had already broken free from the quagmire. He stretched out his hand, and the Fire Cloud Spear shot back and flew directly back into his palm.

As he opened his arms, his palms pressed against the two ends of the Fire Cloud Spear, and his palms contracted, the Fire Cloud Spear disappeared as his palms came together.

"Fellow Daoist Duan, thank you for giving me the opportunity." Song Xian bowed to him.

Duan Yongping stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and returned the greeting: "Master Song's skills are exquisite. I am ashamed to be inferior to him."

Song Xian had already given a reminder when using the Fire Cloud Spear, which showed his goodwill.

Fortunately, he had already used the earth armor to protect his body, so he was not seriously injured. He took part in the competition with the intention of participating, not winning, so he did not feel unfair when he lost.

The Beast Taming Sect disciple in the field heard Duan Yongping's surrender, walked up to the two of them, and announced that Song Xian had won and advanced to the next round.

"Master, your last move was so beautiful, especially the way you put the gun away."

"When the master takes action, he is naturally invincible."

"Based on the strength that the Master just displayed, I'm sure the gambling house will immediately raise the odds to first place."

When Song Xian returned to the venue, several disciples praised him.

Not long after, the second competition began.

The two people in the venue had similar strength. After a fierce fight, through consumption tactics, one of them exhausted his spiritual power and chose to admit defeat.

As time passed, around 3:00 p.m., it was finally Zhong Wenyuan's turn to play, and his opponent was none other than Kong Xiangyuan, who had only one spiritual root.

"Brother Zhong, come on."

"Brother Zhong, teach him a lesson."

Amid the shouts of the Hunyuan Sect disciples, Zhong Wenyuan stood up with a solemn expression.

Kong Xiangyuan also arrived from the other side of the field riding a magic weapon.

After the referee read out the rules, both sides saluted and stepped back, followed by an order.

Kong Xiangyuan took the lead in launching the attack. He put his hands together, and the golden light around him gathered and condensed into a conical golden disc about two or three feet in size, which shot towards Zhong Wenyuan.

The golden conical disk kept spinning in the air like a spinning top.

Zhong Wenyuan flew back, forming seals with his hands, and two streams of sand and gravel rose from the ground, crisscrossing each other, like two tornadoes.

Sand and gravel emerged from the ground and intertwined with each other, forming a two-meter-sized giant shield made of sand and gravel blocking in front of him. This was a first-grade high-level earth-based spell called the Sand and Gravel Guard.

The golden conical disc kept spinning and attacked the huge sand and stone shield, making a loud sound of metal clashing.

When the two were in a stalemate, Zhong Wenyuan put his hands together, and the spiritual power in his body flowed, condensing into a huge earth-yellow stone in mid-air, which smashed down towards Kong Xiangyuan. This was another high-level earth-based magic, the Rockfall Technique.

Kong Xiangyuan did not dodge or evade. Seeing the huge rock falling, he slowly retracted his right hand, golden light surged in his arm, and then he punched out with all his strength.

As he punched out, the dazzling golden light wrapped around his arm broke away from his arm, forming a huge fist of golden light, heading towards the falling rocks.

There was a loud bang, and the huge golden fist and the falling rock collided, and the two were evenly matched.

The golden fist swayed slightly, but it continued to attack the boulder again and again, breaking it into pieces, and the fist condensed by the golden light became smaller and smaller.

Kong Xiangyuan just threw a punch casually, but its power was no less than that of a first-grade high-level magic. Seeing this scene, Song Xian couldn't help but frown slightly.

This person is indeed a formidable opponent. Not only does he have the talent of a single spiritual root, but his magic is also extremely sophisticated.

(End of this chapter)