Chapter 308
Alchemist's Competition
Inside and outside the venue, there were discussions about Ling Mochen everywhere.
Yan Qingyan listened to the gossips around her, such as "taking the back door", "ascending to heaven", "possessing rare treasures and hiding them from the heavens"...all kinds of statements were heard.
The corner of Yan Qingyan's mouth twitched. So this is how the outside world sees them?
He was not an extraordinary master of spiritual plants, nor was he a top genius who grew immortal fruits and cultivated the Immortal Fruit King. Yet, he used the matter of ascension to look down on their various speculations.
Yan Qingyan felt a little unhappy. What did it mean that if one didn’t have the ability to ascend, one could only take the back door? She got in through the back door based on her own strength!
He was also the first person to use the backdoor to ascend to heaven. There was no one before him and it would be difficult for anyone to surpass him in the future.
Do you understand the value of this? !
On the playing field, Ling Mochen's face was calm, but he was wailing in his heart.
He changed into this low-key outfit in vain.
Ling Mochen was wearing a navy blue robe with strange little people embroidered on the hem. His hair danced in the breeze.
He could hear the sarcasm in Yan Mohao's tone, and Qingyan, who was sitting in the audience, must have heard it as well.
Go through the back door?
Then let these native born and raised proud children of the universe take a good look at his strength through the backdoor.
He must win this game!
"Fellow Daoist, let's stop talking nonsense and get started." Ling Mochen said lightly.
The game officially began, bringing a moment of silence to the boiling scene.
Seeing that Ling Mochen was not provoked at all, Yan Mohao also slightly restrained his contemptuous attitude.
He was a cultivator born and raised in the Great Thousand Worlds. If he had met an ordinary ascender, it would have been fine. After all, those people were one in a billion in the lower world. But the one in front of him...
He really didn't want to lose to a 'stowaway' who had advanced to the Mahayana stage by chance thanks to the gift of heaven through the ascension channel.
"Okay, please come in, fellow Taoist!" Yan Mohao became ruthless and crushed the ground with his foot.
boom--
The two forces collided, causing gravel on the ground to splash.
In the first wave of tests, the two were evenly matched.
Ling Mochen drew out his magic sword, and a stream of sword energy passed through, leaving a tiny crack in the ground.
"Fire spiritual roots?" Yan Mohao was a little surprised. Most of the cultivators present had water and wood spiritual roots.
"Watch out!" Yan Mohao also took out a long sword and rushed forward.
The green spiritual energy transformed into a gigantic tree demon, waving its countless long and thin arms wildly, and headed towards the opponent's face.
Ling Mochen raised his eyebrows. Why were this person's movements so unsmooth?
Thinking that this was the fairy palace of the Fairy Baicao and most of the cultivators present were a group of spiritual plant masters who stayed in the spiritual fields all year round, Ling Mochen felt more likely to win.
"Thousand Flame Bird!"
Red spiritual energy emerged from Ling Mochen's body, and a phoenix-like fire bird flapped its wings and collided with the green spiritual energy.
Bang!
Suddenly, the stones on the ground could no longer bear the pressure and began to shatter.
The colliding spells turned into a violent storm of spiritual power, sweeping towards the audience in all directions, but were blocked by the barrier that had been set up in advance, and no one was hurt.
The people at the scene were already used to it and were cheering.
"It's actually fire spiritual power! Why would Fairy Baicao accept a cultivator with fire spiritual roots to farm?"
"No, he should have dual spiritual roots of fire and wood. Look at Yan Mohao's wood spiritual power, there is also a trace of resonance with Ling Mochen's aura."
“I see. But can a cultivator with fire spiritual roots really take good care of spiritual plants?”
"I heard that there were two people who ascended to heaven. I guess his Taoist partner is good at taking care of spiritual plants."
"I didn't expect to see a battle between cultivators with fire spiritual roots. This one will probably be quite interesting."
"Who do you think will win? I have bet one immortal crystal on Yan Mohao."
"You've staked everything on Fellow Daoist Yan? Then I'll stake another piece of immortal crystal on Fellow Daoist Ling, so that we can share equally."
"Virtue!"
“…”
Yan Qingyan glanced at the cultivator who said "rain and dew are evenly distributed" with an unhappy look on her face.
Where did this uneducated little Taoist priest come from? Misuse of words!
Yan Qingyan was unhappy and deposited another hundred fairy crystals to Ling Mochen.
come on! Get rid of those arrogant natives!
Bang!
Yan Mohao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the opponent's magic was not bad. However, the magic duel between cultivators could not be dealt with by attribute suppression alone.
He looked coldly at the monk who was standing still, and his figure changed into tens of thousands of clones.
"Phantoms galore!"
For a moment, the entire arena was crowded with Yan Mohao's figure, who rushed towards Ling Mochen. The not-so-spacious arena actually presented the situation of one man against thousands of troops.
"What kind of move is this? Fancy, multiple shadow clones?" Yan Qingyan crossed her legs and sat lazily in her seat, but her eyes were full of seriousness.
Come on, Mo Chen!
Seeing Yan Mohao coming with swords in hand, Ling Mochen put his fingers together and placed them in front of him.
Buzz——
A huge alchemy cauldron suddenly appeared and quickly expanded to the size of half the arena, enveloping all the overlapping shadows in front of it.
"What?!"
Yan Mohao's real body moved away, and Ling Mochen seized this flaw and moved forward.
Red spiritual power emanated from his fingertips, like a signal, and a giant flaming bird even bigger than before appeared out of thin air, completely covering the enemy.
"The Great Burning Sky Thousand Flame Bird!"
The fiery red phoenix soared into the sky, flying so fast that people could not avoid it.
The scorching flames suddenly burned away the surrounding spiritual energy, and a light red mist appeared in the area for a moment.
Heavenly level spell!
There was an uproar in the stands.
Even in the vast world, it rarely appears in large-scale fighting competitions such as competitions.
Heaven-level spells are not uncommon, but not every cultivator can practice them. Physical fitness and aptitude all need to match.
The powerful beings in the Tribulation Crossing Stage cast a heavenly-level spell, which was so powerful that it made the surrounding barriers buzz with fire.
“Ahhhh!”
Yan Mohao's body was enveloped by flames, and his protective spiritual power shield was broken in an instant.
The fire burned my body and the pain was unbearable.
"Ten thousand arrows fired at once!"
Anger flashed in Yan Mohao's eyes. He actually tried to defeat him with a heavenly-level spell. This was really underestimating the cultivators in the universe!
A stream of green wood spiritual power surged out of his body, expelling all the fire from his body, and his magic power was about to take shape...
Boom——
A huge alchemy cauldron suddenly fell from the sky, casting a shadow over the fire man below.
"not good!"
Yan Mohao raised his head suddenly, but before he could dodge, he was captured by the Ji Yang Dan Ding.
"Ahhh let me out!"
The Ji Yang Dan Ding captured its 'prey', shrank rapidly, and returned to Ling Mochen's hands.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ling Mochen put his hands together and controlled his natal magic weapon to bind the person.
"I forgot to tell you that my main job is an alchemist."
Ling Mochen raised a cold smile and asked in a cold voice: "Do you admit defeat?"
"I don't admit it! If you have the guts, let me out and let us fight with real swordsmanship!" Yan Mohao refused to accept it, not a single word!
Alchemist! He is actually an alchemist!
He was actually defeated by an alchemist? !
Ling Mochen remained silent and increased the pace of 'alchemy'.
After one stick of incense.
"Ahhhh I give in!"
Ling Mochen won the first competition!
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