Although there are a lot of monks in the Qi Refining Period, there are not many high platforms on average.

The high platform where Lin Zhen is located happens to be with senior brother Feng Ping and seventeenth senior brother Shi Fu.

As soon as these monks in the Qi Refining Stage stepped onto the high platform, they immediately stared at each other angrily. They all chanted incantations, either firing low-level or mid-level spells with great enthusiasm, or using magic weapons to play ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong.

However, after all, these people are just Qi Refining Stage monks. Even if they are all monks at the tenth level or above of the Qi Refining Stage, how much magic power can they have?

Compared with those monks in the foundation building stage, their auras are longer, but they are much inferior.

The battles on the field rarely lasted more than a quarter of an hour. Occasionally, a disciple would use a 'high-level spell' or a 'high-level magic weapon', and the battle would end in that moment.

At least, Shi Fuxiu, who was the first to take the stage, was quite embarrassed and was knocked off the stage by a disciple of the 'Dikun Sect' using the 'Fire Dragon Technique'. He was made disgraced for a while and cursed at the side before he got off the stage and knelt down.

Use medicine to meditate and adjust your breath.

Immediately afterwards, the person who took the stage was Feng Ping, the senior brother of the ‘Alchemy Peak’.

Feng Ping was at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage, and he was originally the strongest person in the 'Alchemy Peak'. He was loyal and honest, and respected his teachers and friends. At least Lin Zhen really gave him a thumbs up for his character.

If there is anyone among the many disciples of the 'Alchemy Peak' who really wants to compete with the 'Alchemy Peak' lineage, then this person must be Feng Ping.

His opponent was a disciple of Jinguangfeng who was in charge of worldly business and was employed by the sect. His strength was average and he was only at the tenth level of Qi refining stage. Before even two rounds of fighting, he was defeated by a 'Lianlian Tu'.

The assassination technique was forced off the stage.

Feng Ping's strength is actually very strong. Although he may be a little worse than Xiong Shi, but compared with these ordinary disciples in the Qi refining stage, he is a first-rate master.

There was a lot of shouting and cheering on the stage, and from time to time someone would let out a scream and be kicked off the stage, or someone would surrender because they couldn't hold it anymore.

Once someone surrenders, the supervising foundation-building monks will intervene, so although many people have been injured, the loss of life has not happened yet.

Lin Zhen is one of the last people to appear on this high platform.

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No one would take Lin Zhen seriously, a disciple who had only been in the profession for one year.

Even Shi Buxiu and Feng Ping didn't know that Lin Zhen's cultivation had advanced to the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Stage.

In the past year, Lin Zhen only traveled between the 'alchemy room' and the 'residence', and occasionally went out to purchase some medicinal herbs. Even the other peak disciples did not even know Lin Zhen.

At least, when Lin Zhen jumped slightly from the ground and stood firmly on the stage, the disciple of the 'Leizhen Sect' opposite had a look of confusion on his face.

For the disciples of the ‘Eight Sects’, every opponent in this sect competition is worth noting, because the goal of these Eight Sects disciples is very clear, that is, the ‘Foundation Building Pill’!

But the big man in white robe opposite me... seems to have never been seen before...

This young disciple of the 'Leizhen Sect', his eyes fell on Lin Zhen's collar, and soon, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is a mocking smile.

"Alchemy Peak? You're so lucky." He murmured in a low voice, and then he took out a mid-level magic weapon 'Thunder Cloud Mallet' from his storage bag, which contained a trace of rare lightning power.

attack weapon.

"Hey, fellow Taoist of Alchemy Peak." The young man in white robe said with a smile: "I advise you to surrender, otherwise once my 'Thunder Cloud Mallet' is used, it will be difficult to stop it, in case I am injured.

You have hurt the harmony of our fellow students."

Lin Zhen, who was moving his shoulders around, couldn't help being slightly stunned when he heard this, and then laughed.

"Really? That's exactly what I meant."

"Oh?" The young man in white robe suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Lin Zhen actually wanted to surrender after just saying it casually.

"However, it is Lin's first time to participate in such a grand event, and it is always a pity not to have a fight with fellow Taoists." A harmless smile appeared on Lin Zhen's face.

"Hahaha, that's no problem." The white-robed young man smiled unscrupulously: "Two moves are just two moves, so I can see the unique skills of fellow Taoist 'Alchemy Peak'."

Feng Ping, who was in the audience, suddenly frowned and looked at Lin Zhen with a hint of displeasure.

Shi Buxiu laughed and said: "Junior brother is very reasonable. He won't be like me and be kicked off the stage in disgrace. This Guan Chao of the 'Lei Zhen Sect' got a good result of thirty-seventh place in the last competition."

, admitting defeat early is also a wise choice.”

"Humph." Feng Ping snorted coldly and said nothing.

At this moment, the foundation-building monk who was wearing a black law enforcement robe and responsible for supervision coughed twice, and then said lazily: "Time is tight, so let's get started."

"Fellow Taoist, I'm offended!" The young man in white robe shouted lowly, then threw the 'Thunder Cloud Mallet' in his hand into the sky with one hand, and then began to make secrets and chant incantations.

However, the moment Lin Zhen heard "start", he raised a red flying sword and rushed towards the white-robed young man.

The look of surprise in the white-robed young man's eyes flashed away, as if he didn't expect Lin Zhen to come directly to him.

Shi Buxiu, who was in the audience, was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you want to sneak up on the opponent before he uses his magic weapon?"

Feng Ping snorted coldly: "How can such a simple thing be possible? As long as you are a monk with about the same combat experience, you will still have this kind of defense. It seems that this Lin Zhen's strength is no more than this."

Sure enough, as soon as he said these words, a trace of disdain appeared on the face of the young man in white robe. Then he hooked the tail finger of his right hand and took out a blue magic talisman from his sleeve. Immediately afterwards, the young man in white robe pointed at him.

With one flick, he rushed straight towards Lin Zhen.

As soon as this green talisman came out of his hand, it roared and turned into a giant tree about 10 feet thick, rolling towards Lin Zhen from the air.

Before they were really close, an overwhelming force pressed against Lin Zhen's white-sleeved robe and flew into the air.

During the entire process, the young man in white robes did not even stop making gestures and reciting incantations, and he did not even open the most basic body-protecting spirit shield.

Shi Buxiu was marveling at the bottom: "A middle-level spiritual talisman 'Biluo Qingmu' worth eight spiritual stones was thrown out without blinking. It is indeed rich. But the sneak attack of the younger brother is probably

That’s the end of it.”

"Huh!?"

At this moment, Feng Ping let out a sigh, and a trace of caution flashed across his face.

I saw Lin Zhen on the stage. When he saw the 'Blue Falling Green Wood' coming towards him, he didn't panic at all, nor did he mean to dodge. Instead, a bright white aura flashed across the five fingers of his left hand.

Immediately afterwards, this white spiritual light turned into five red small fireballs, like a barrage of cannons, bombarding the 'green trees' that were thrown towards the head from Lin Zhen's hand one by one.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

There was a violent burst of sound, and the green tree, which was as thick as an arm's length, had been blown into two halves by Lin Zhen's 'red fireball'.

Shi Buxiu in the audience suddenly widened his eyes and said in surprise: "This...is this an instant shot? It's actually a continuous instant shot!"

Although it is not uncommon for monks in the Qi Refining Stage to cast one or two elementary spells instantly as long as they reach the tenth level or above, Lin Zhen unexpectedly shot out five elementary fireballs with five fingers the moment he was attacked.

Technique!

Although it is not extremely difficult, it does take a long time to practice!

This guy Lin Zhen is actually a monk who is proficient in formation battles?

"Ouch!"

Just as he was distracted, a scream of pain suddenly came from the stage.
Chapter completed!