Volume 2 Treasure Hunt

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The whitefriar bit his fingers. A stream of blood arrows flew out, and when the six silver needles were soaked in blood, they immediately shone brightly, and the momentum inside them skyrocketed, and they actually exuded a power that surpassed that of a peak level monk in the late stage of Huadan.

In desperation, the white-clothed monk poured his own blood into the six magic weapons, which made the magic weapons even more powerful. It's just that the attack power of these silver needles is only increased for a short time, and it is absolutely impossible to last.

Looking at Feng Fan's relaxed face on the opposite side and the purple shield calmly resisting the attacks of the silver needle again and again, the white-clothed monk felt a bad feeling in his heart, and he knew at this time that he had met a strong enemy.

Seeing that the shield in front of him calmly blocked all the silver needles from the outside, Feng Fan was not anxious in his heart, he had already seen that the opponent's sudden increase in strength would not be sustainable. Destroying the opponent's true essence to win can save you from using a lot of talismans. If you want to win the first place, in addition to this round of competition, you have to go through three rounds of competition, Feng Fan doesn't want to 'expose' his means too much, so at this time, he will suppress the strongest strength he can exert in an appropriate range, and only wait for the opponent's true yuan to consume a huge amount of money, and then launch a thunderous attack, so as to achieve a quick victory.

The white-clothed monk pinched a few spells with both hands, and as the true essence in his body surged out, six silver needles suddenly gathered together, forming a thick silver 'colored' sharp cone. A powerful aura emanated, enveloping the silver-colored cone.

"The aura of the early primary-level cultivator of the Yuan Infant!" Feeling the aura emanating from the silver 'colored' cone, Feng Fan muttered to himself in his heart, and then injected the true yuan into the purple 'colored' shield in front of him. The Gu Bao purple mangs were magnificent, and a monk's aura of the same level as the silver 'colored' sharp cone on the opposite side then emanated, and it did not fall behind at all. Although the power of the two treasures was similar, the states of Fengfan and the white-clothed monk were very different. Feng Fan looked relaxed and casual, while the white-clothed monk had a slightly pale face.

"These two of them can actually exert the strength equivalent to the initial level cultivator of the early Yuan Infant, it seems that the competition in this venue is extraordinarily 'fine'!" The brown-clothed old man who was in charge of supervising the competition outside the arena swept away with his divine sense and secretly exclaimed. Similarly, the eyes of many monks around were all attracted by the competition on the seventh field.

The white-clothed monk pointed at the silver 'colored' cone with both hands, and the magic weapon suddenly soared, one, two, and three...... until it became a five-zhang long behemoth.

"Go!" the white-clothed monk pointed at the silver 'colored' cone, and the magic weapon 'shot' towards Feng Fan. With a loud bang, the silver-colored spire encountered the purple-colored shield, making a huge sound, and the silver-purple light rushed towards the surroundings.

Under the control of the two, Gu Bao and the magic weapon had countless 'fierce' collisions. As the silver cone shrank, the whitefriar's face became paler.

When the purple glow emitted by the purple 'color' shield became a little dim, Feng Fan pointed at Gu Bao continuously, and after a huge amount of True Yuan swarmed out and entered the shield, Gu Bao once again shone brightly, and its momentum suddenly returned to its peak state.

After experiencing countless 'fierce' impacts, the silver 'colored' sharp cone finally turned into a 'mysterious' cone of inches in length, and the white monk's true yuan loss was huge. The white-clothed monk's face was a little ugly, and his left hand took out a spirit pill from his arms, which was the size of a dragon's eye, and the whole body was red, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

The white-clothed monk swallowed the elixir without hesitation, and with the rapid absorption of the elixir's 'medicine' power, his body suddenly gushed out a majestic breath, and the fatigue of the previous huge consumption of true yuan disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Seeing that the white-clothed monk had recovered all his true essence after swallowing a mushroom leaf elixir, Feng Fan secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, it seemed that the competition of this level had reached the sixth round, and it would be very difficult to win each game.

The white-clothed monk pointed a finger at the 'fan' cone with one hand, and the cone instantly turned into six silver needles, and then flew back like a lightning speed. After receiving the silver needle, the white-clothed monk's hands changed, and a black 'colored' smoke poured out of his hands, like a ghost mist, emitting a thick evil aura. The smoke continued to 'sway' like a monster.

The whitefriar's hands were closed, and the black 'colored' smoke stirred violently, and then quickly condensed, turning into a black 'color' spear. The spear was about a foot long and as thick as an arm. The whitefriar pointed at the black 'colored' spear, which 'shot' at Feng Fan with a sharp sound that broke through the air.

A breath between the peak of the late stage of Huadan and the initial level cultivator of the early Yuan Infant burst out, and it shrouded towards Feng Fan like a mountain of mountains, as if it wanted to destroy everything in Feng Fan's location.

With a smile on his face, Feng Fan flicked the shield in front of him with one hand unhurriedly, and the purple 'color' brilliance scattered out from the shield, forming a purple 'color' shield, enveloping Feng Fan again, and the purple 'color' shield exuded an aura equivalent to that of an early Yuan Infant initial level monk. Feng Fan looked at the white-clothed monk opposite him with a cat-and-mouse look, which made the white-clothed monk extremely angry.

There was a muffled sound, and the black spear failed to defeat it in a short time when it hit the purple shield. The whitefriar's face became extremely ugly, and the countless hits failed to reach the body of the shield, which showed that the purple 'color' shield was extremely strong.

Feng Fan leisurely controlled the shield, constantly consuming the opponent's true element. If you can defeat your opponent without using a talisman, it will be extremely beneficial for the next match, after all, using the same talisman multiple times will definitely make onlookers extremely suspicious.

After a muffled sound, the spear shrunk by more than half and launched countless attacks on the purple 'color' light curtain, and finally defeated the purple 'color' light curtain. The sound of gold and iron 'intermingling' reverberated through the area, causing onlookers in the surrounding area to also move their eyes here. The purple and black 'color' brilliance continued to burst out, and the attack issued by the white-clothed monk with a secret technique to temporarily increase the attack power not only failed to repel the purple 'color' shield in front of Feng Fan's body, but also quickly consumed his own true yuan.

Feng Fan exerted his strength equivalent to the initial level monk of the early Yuan Infant to defend, and his true yuan consumption was extremely slow, only waiting for most of the opponent's true yuan to be exhausted, Feng Fan would launch a thunderous attack on the white-clothed monk, defeating the opponent, and thus winning the competition.

As if to see Feng Fan's purpose, the moment the black 'colored' spear disappeared, the white-clothed monk quickly pinched a few spells with both hands, and a cloud of black 'colored' liquid poured out of his hands. The black 'colored' liquid quickly condensed and condensed into a black 'colored' sphere with a diameter of several inches in a very short time. An earth-shattering aura poured out of it, rushing towards the surroundings.

"Heavenly Thunder Breaking Spell!" Feeling the ferocious aura emanating from the rapidly forming black 'colored' sphere between the white-clothed monk's hands, Feng Fan immediately understood what kind of spell the white-clothed monk was casting, and muttered to himself in his heart, and then injected the true yuan in his body into the shield in front of him without hesitation. The shield soared, and at the same time, the purple mangs bloomed.

"Go. "After the whitefriar bit the tip of his tongue and spewed a mouthful of blood at the black 'colored' ball between his hands, the white-clothed monk let out a low cry, and then pushed with both hands, and the black 'colored' ball flew towards Fengfan.

Feng Fan pointed at the purple 'color' shield, and the shield flew out. There was a loud "boom", and the surroundings trembled as if an earthquake had occurred, and a deafening sound was heard. The purple 'colored' shield suddenly shrank by half, then quickly retreated a few feet, and then shuddered a few times before it came to a complete stop. The black 'colored' beads turned invisible at this moment, and the fierce True Yuan 'waves' moved towards the white-clothed monk and rolled upside down.

The white-clothed monk's body retreated rapidly, and at the same time, he desperately injected the true yuan into the True Yuan Imperial Cover around his body, Rao was like this, and the huge residual power rebounded back, which still caused the white-clothed monk's True Yuan Imperial Cover to fluctuate violently. The white-clothed monk in the True Yuan Imperial Cover felt the qi and blood in his 'chest' tumbling, as if he had been hammered by a heavy hammer, and almost suffocated.

When the purple 'colored' shield stopped retreating, the little residual power generated by the Heavenly Thunder explosion rushed towards Feng Fan through the ancient treasure, causing a slight 'wave' of Feng Fan's True Yuan Imperial Shield.

The white-clothed monk pinched the trick with both hands, and a 'mystery' black dragon suddenly formed, and after the white-clothed monk spewed out a mouthful of 'essence' at the black dragon, the black dragon soared. With a wave of the white monk's hands, the black dragon flew out.

In the void, the black dragon swelled wildly, quickly turning into a black 'colored' dragon more than a foot long. The dragon suddenly stopped in the air, opened its mouth, and a black 'colored' flame erupted towards Fengfan. The temperature in the air rises suddenly, as if magma had erupted. Bursts of heat swept towards Fengfan, and everything around him seemed to be in extreme scorching.

Feng Fan pointed at the purple 'color' shield, and the shield rushed towards the black 'color' flames. When the two objects met, they stopped at the same time. The purple shield was immediately enveloped in black flames, as if trapped in a huge black 'colored' fireball. The purple shield grew brighter under the scorching of the black flames, first purple-red, then red, and finally as if it were about to melt yellow, as if it were about to be melted in a furnace.

Feng Fan pointed at the purple 'color' shield in the air, and the ancient treasure suddenly soared, breaking through the siege of the black 'color' flame in an instant, and at the same time quickly changed back to the original purple 'color'. The black 'colored' flames vibrated violently as the ancient treasure was freed, and then turned into invisible. The black dragon in the air shrunk a little, and the whitefriar's face on the ground paled a little.