A punch was thrown!
A cultivator at the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm had his chest pierced directly.
Instant kill.
At the scene, countless people gasped.
Zhou Meng was also a little confused at this time.
He lowered his head and looked at the gloves in his hands with a fiery look in his eyes.
The best magic weapon is so terrifying.
You have to know that the person he is facing is also a physical cultivator.
"Swish, swish, swish!" One after another, human figures rushed directly onto the ring.
"My friend, where did you get your enchanted magic weapon? Do you want to sell it? I'll give you 10 million spirit stones."
"Why are you, a sword cultivator, joining in the fun? Screw it! My friend, sell it to me. I'll give you 12 million spirit stones."
Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators surrounded Zhou Meng.
Pairs of eyes burst into terrifying light.
Zhou Meng's mouth twitched and he was shocked.
Are these Nascent Soul cultivators crazy?
He looked at Qin Feng and took a deep breath.
"I picked it up from the ruins." Zhou Meng said.
In this case, it definitely cannot be said that it was refined by Qin Feng.
Otherwise, Qin Feng would never be able to leave Dongli Sect.
"I'll offer 15 million! It would be a waste if this top-grade enchanted magic device is in your hands." Someone spoke again.
"Sorry, not for sale!" Zhou Meng shook his head quickly.
Just kidding, his master Zhang Fei has been practicing for hundreds of years and still hasn't found suitable boxing gloves.
He can use this boxing glove until he reaches the great perfection of his Nascent Soul.
It will take hundreds of years.
For a monk, a good weapon is his lifeblood.
Zhang Fei turned his head and looked at Qin Feng: "Now you know how exaggerated it is.
Don’t tell anyone else from now on.”
"Not really!" Qin Feng laughed awkwardly.
"Master, do I still need the magic weapon?" Lin Huaian's scalp tingled.
After all, to be honest, boxing gloves are not very popular.
What will he say if others ask him about using the magic weapon again?
You can't say that what you picked up in the ruins were two pairs of boxing gloves, right?
These people, who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, are not fools and are not so easily fooled.
"It's okay, take the reward first." Qin Feng said lightly.
"Oh oh oh! Then I'll go!" Lin Huaian rushed onto the ring again.
The moment the boxing gloves appeared, countless people around were excited again.
"Another top-grade enchanted magic weapon. And it's a pair of boxing gloves. What the hell is going on?" A group of Nascent Soul cultivators stared with wide eyes, their faces full of horror.
"I found it in the ruins." Lin Huaian smiled awkwardly.
"Haha, you're treating us like fools."
"Could it be that their Yun Sect has found some weapon refining master?"
Soon, a group of people quickly came to Zhang Fei.
"Brother Zhang, it's not good to eat alone."
"Brother Zhang, please introduce me to the Master Refiner."
"Brother Zhang..."
Zhang Fei felt a headache.
There was a murderous look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Huaian.
This bastard runs pretty fast.
Is whatever Qin Feng says the truth?
Do you have any brains?
He was still thinking when this guy went up.
You must be a dog!
"My fellow Taoists, this is truly a product of the ruins, really! I was just lucky." Zhang Fei hurriedly explained.
Not far away.
Guan Zijie's eyes were burning.
Ruins No. 6, that is the inheritance of the weapon refining master.
These two top-grade magic weapons must be related to Ruins No. 6.
must!
He turned around and came to several Nascent Soul cultivators, and said in a low voice: "It must be a product of Ruins No. 6.
There must be something better in Ruins No. 6.
Now, Ruins No. 6 is in Yun Zong's hands.
Maybe there are even some top-grade enchanted spiritual weapons.
That's a spiritual weapon!"
The voice was extremely tempting, making the eyes of several Nascent Soul cultivators gradually become greedy.
"Wait until it's over! It's not a good idea to take action here. Besides, there are many strong people in Dongli Sect. If we let them know, we will be in trouble." One person said excitedly.
"Keep a close eye on the people from the Yun Sect. We must not let them escape..."
On the stage.
Lin Huaian, who used the magic weapon, was like a god of war.
He and Zhou Meng attracted countless envious glances.
The monks the two faced were becoming stronger and stronger.
After three days of fierce fighting, Zhou Meng won eight consecutive victories.
Obtained nine million spirit stones.
Lin Huaian won twelve consecutive victories.
Obtained 21 million spirit stones.
The harvest was fruitful.
And Long Xiaohai actually won fifteen consecutive games.
The Foundation Establishment Realm has the most consecutive wins.
This surprised Qin Feng greatly.
It can be said that Long Xiaohai is the biggest dark horse this time besides him.
Even Lan Yun's jaw dropped in shock.
"Brother-in-law, aren't you handsome? I am not talented, but I am the best in foundation building!" Long Xiaohai was extremely confident.
"Are the other people from Fengcheng in your sect also so strong?" Qin Feng asked curiously.
“They are a little bit behind me, but they are not weak either.
A few of us have competed privately.
Their heritage is also amazing.
There's a silly dog who inherited the talisman master's skills." Long Xiaohai said.
"Master Fu, are you so powerful?" Qin Feng was surprised.
Talismans are made by talisman masters.
Moreover, the ancestors who descended from Fengcheng were of extraordinary status.
The inheritance of the talisman master is naturally extraordinary.
"How are they?" Qin Feng asked.
He didn't want the inheritance of his ancestors to be broken, so if possible, he was willing to help.
At least, help them get out of southern Xinjiang.
"It's okay, that's how I feel anyway." Long Xiaohai said.
"If you have time, bring them to our Yun Sect to play?" Qin Feng said.
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