Amid the sound of the collision of soldiers, two figures collided suddenly and shot out in the opposite direction, and their momentum pierced the sky with fierce force.

At this moment, the dust and smoke were scattered, and in the hazy vision, two shadows stood on the edge of the spiritual light.

The former is covered with Nan Yulin in black and Meng Shushan in white. The latter is covered with a light of inspiration, while the latter is only stepping out with a light of inspiration.

"Fellow Daoist Nan has a high level of magic power, and Meng Shushan is willing to give up the disadvantage."

With Meng Shushan happily admitting defeat, the first round of competition officially came to an end, and Nan Yulin won the first stop.

Meng Shushan has already ended, and Nan Yulin has also returned to the team. Both of them can't see the embarrassment. They are clean and neat, and the winner is determined in two moves.

On the contrary, the monks watched were still scared. Most of the monks were silent, while a few monks whispered.

Seeing Nan Yulin come back, Ji Qingyun looked happy and exclaimed in a gentle voice: "Fellow Daoist Nan is very powerful, which is amazing."

Nan Yulin only nodded coldly in response.

Zhang Zheng smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, and then complimented twice, looking at the two of them quietly, but his heart became more alert to them.

With Nan Yulin's strength revealed, not to mention that no one can beat Jindan monks, he can definitely be regarded as the best among them.

What's more, since she can show such strength in ordinary competitions, her true strength is not limited to this. In addition, Ji Qingyun's strength is unpredictable, and the two of them are enough to run rampant in the Artifact Hall.

Then, the real purpose of their invitation to her can't be just to seek her help in catching treasures. What is she worthy of their attempt? Or do they think she has something worthy of her?

In the next two rounds of competition, Nanda Samuku and Ji Feng, who were also in the late stage of the Jindan, won the seventh and fifth places respectively.

In the end, the first place was Meng Shushan's team, the second was a nine-person team, while the Ji Nan and the two companies won the third place.

I thought Ji Qingyun and others came to find materials to refine their natal magic weapons, but after Zhang Zheng observed the competition between Nantian Shou and Ji Feng, his ideas were shaken.

These two men did not use all their strength at all, and they were at ease in their movements. If they came for materials, how could they give up the treasures that were within their reach in front of them? What's more, the ranking of the first tower determines the order of entering the next few towers.

There is only one possibility: they did not really come for refining materials, and what they wanted was definitely not something that ordinary people could get, so they had no worries.

But if so, why did Nan Yulin play in the first round?

Meng Shushan suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhang Zheng's thoughts.

"Everyone, since the final ranking has come out, let's give in collectively in order."

Half a quarter of an hour later, the top of the Wuqi Tower suddenly began to rotate slowly, and a soft light fell from the top of the tower, shining straight to the center of the pagoda, forming a circular light spot. The light was not dazzling, but there was no way to see what was in the light spot.

The moment the light spot was formed, a ray of light shot out from the light spot and swung open in the unuttered tower. Wherever it passes, it turned into a light wire to lock all the monks in the tower, and they were not allowed to take a step.

The small words that explain the rules on the top of the tower have ripples, forming another line of small words, "After the competition, the team enters the array in the order of ranking, one piece for each person, and after the selection, it is transferred to the next tower."

The light threads on Meng Shushan and his group of people collapsed at the same time. He bowed his hand slightly and said, "Let's go first, see you again."

A total of ten people stepped into the light spots and disappeared.

One hour later, the second team entered the light spot. Another hour, the light wire wrapped around Zhang Zheng's body disintegrated, and several people stepped into the light spot together.

The white light suddenly lit up and went out again. In front of me was a high wall, hundreds of feet high and hundreds of feet wide. There were countless square spaces sunken under the wall, and there was an object in each space.

Gu Yuan's deep voice suddenly rang out, "One quarter of an hour."

Only a quarter of an hour later, a few people looked at each other, scattered, quickly looking for the treasure they needed.

It is worthy of being a weapon hall. There are both magic weapons and refining materials in the square space. The lowest level of magic weapons is the fourth level, and refining materials are also rare in the world.

Zhang Zheng had no clear goal, and there was no treasure she wanted at the attributes. She only picked a piece of earth-centered earth crystal with three attributes of gold, fire and earth before the time deadline.

Earth-center earth crystals can be used to preserve strange fire without damaging the quality of strange fire. They are of great benefit to weapon refiners and alchemists, and they will definitely be able to sell for a good price.

As soon as I put it in the storage bag, the time limit was over, and I suddenly felt violent dizziness. When my mind was a little clear, I was already in the tower of Your Highness.

The tower is hexagonal, and the six of them are scattered to the hexagon of the tower. In addition to the small area where they are located, the entire tower is occupied by puppets, and there are even flying puppets in the air.

Rules of Control Tower - "In the competition among members of the team, magic cannot be used. Only magical weapons can be used to fight. Kill a hundred puppets, and ten puppets will win. The first winner can enter the next tower first, and the first four people will enter the next tower, and life and death are not limited to."

The rules of the controller tower are exactly the opposite of the unarmed tower. Skills cannot be used, only magic tools are allowed.

This is beneficial to sword cultivation, but it is a major limitation for both formation and talisman cultivation.

Once this rule was made, all the people looked solemn, "Only four people can enter the next tower, life and death are not limited." Doesn't it mean that there must be two people stop here? If someone is not upright, in order to enter the next tower, he may kill his teammates.

They looked at each other from afar through countless puppets, and they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.

Only Ji Qingyun's voice echoed in the controller tower, "Since the rules are like this, it seems that we have to separate here. Don't hurt each other's kindness, just rely on your own ability."

As soon as the words were finished, no one else could respond. As the joints crackled and collided, the puppet began to move.

"Bang--"

The closest puppet swung his punch, Zhang Zheng sideways and avoids it, smashing his fist against the tower wall, a large pit was deep and gravel fell.

The power of these puppets is too powerful! Zhang Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was not afraid to be distracted at all.

The azure dagger flew out of the storage bag and stood in front of him. He could not control the dagger with spiritual sense. Instead, it was replaced by spiritual energy. Not only did the spiritual energy consume a lot, but the sensitivity was also greatly reduced.

Zhang Zheng turned over and leaped away from the puppet's attack again. His eyes sterned, he held the dagger with the surge in his inspiration and slashed it with his backhand.

"Bang..."

The puppet's head was cut off, and the wheels rolled to the ground, and was stomped by many puppets in an instant.

There are too many puppets on the ground! There is almost no place to fall.

As soon as Zhang Zheng stepped on the puppet's head, the other puppets rushed to grab her calves, and there was no way to land.

"ah!"

It was Minamida Mori's scream!

Zhang Zheng kicked the puppet at his feet hard and looked back quickly. The blood color in the sky covered his pupils. Several flying puppets besieged Nantian Shou, unable to defend themselves. The sharp claws and pointed beaks tear off his large piece of flesh, and the entire left arm was torn off and fell to the ground. The puppet was trampled to pieces and blood was splattered everywhere.

The flying puppets in the sky are even more cruel than the walking puppets, but they seem to only attack the monks who are flying.

With just one glance, Zhang Zheng instantly gave up Feitian's idea.
Chapter completed!