With a "kacha" sound, a crack appeared on the five green beads, and the crack area continued to expand. Obviously, the green barrier could not withstand the attack of the lava. 【..】
The green-robed man touched the storage pouch on his waist, and a small golden bowl appeared in his hand. It was a top-grade magic tool.
After injecting his magic power, the small golden bowl spat out a golden light, which turned into a golden light curtain, protecting him inside.
As soon as the golden light curtain appeared, the green barrier shattered, and the five green beads shattered at the same time.
The dense amount of red lava smashed into the golden light screen. The golden light screen couldn't hold on for long before it shattered. The small golden bowl also shattered. Fortunately, the green-robed man slapped several defensive talismans on himself in one breath.
After breaking two layers of defense in one breath, the lava disappeared, and the red cloud in the sky also dispersed.
At this time, the green-robed man was still covered by three light curtains, and the outermost blue light curtain was flickering.
As soon as the lava disappeared, two giant fireballs the size of wheels flashed, and fiercely smashed on the blue light curtain.
"Boom!" The giant fireballs exploded, and turned into rolling flames, drowning the green-robed man's figure.
After a moment, the flames dispersed, and the green-robed man was covered by a green light curtain, and his hands were pressed on the green light curtain.
As soon as the flames dispersed, a palm-sized red firebird appeared in front of the green-robed man, and it could smash on the green light curtain at any time.
Seeing this situation, the green-robed man smiled bitterly. Although he was constantly injecting magic power into the light curtain, he did not think that a basic elemental shield could block the attack of the mid-grade Firebird Technique. Even if he could block this firebird, who knew if there would be a second firebird. Obviously, the opponent was lenient, or the firebird would not have stopped.
At this time, the green-robed man was very regretful. If he had known, he would have admitted defeat. Now, not only did he lose the battle, but he also lost two top-grade defensive magic tools.
Speaking of which, the green-robed man could not be blamed. After all, at this time, not many people would easily admit defeat. Many of the cultivators who participated in the Treasure Seizing Assembly came from famous sects and clans. If he could defeat them and enter the top ten, it was undoubtedly an opportunity to become famous. Who would easily give up this opportunity? At the very least, he wasn't willing to give up.
Perhaps it was getting impatient from waiting, the Red Firebird let out a cry and flapped its wings, wanting to crash into the green light curtain.
The green-robed man was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "I admit defeat."
As soon as his voice fell, the red firebird collapsed, turning into little red lights and disappearing.
The red cloud that enveloped Li Tianchou also disappeared, revealing his figure. Li Tianchou's body was covered by a red light barrier, and his face was slightly pale.
The reason why Li Tianchou dared to use the Heavenly Fire Technique was because he couldn't do anything about the Hurricane Technique released by his opponent. On the other hand, he was confident in his protective magic tool.
Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that the cyan-robed man was using wind-type magic that was known for its speed, Li Tianchou would not have used the Heavenly Fire Technique. After all, the power of the Heavenly Fire Technique was simply too great. It could very well have killed the cyan-robed man. Fortunately, the cyan-robed man had two top-grade defensive magic artefacts that blocked the Heavenly Fire Technique.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two of them quickly walked down the ring.
Soon, the contestants for the next round appeared in the ring.
Lei Zhen stood on one side of the ring, calmly looking at the burly middle-aged man opposite him.
The middle-aged man's spirit qi fluctuations were at the late Foundation Establishment Stage. His body was larger than an ordinary person's and he carried a long black stick on his back, giving people the impression that the silver lightning did not have much effect on the stick.
At this time, the middle-aged man was only seven or eight meters away from Lei Zhen. In two more breaths, he would appear in front of Lei Zhen.
Lei Zhen's expression changed and the Liger Beast immediately stopped releasing magic. It moved its four limbs and quickly rushed toward the middle-aged man.
Seeing the Liger Beast's attack, the middle-aged man stopped waving the long black stick in his hand and firmly held it with both hands, ruthlessly smashing it toward the Liger Beast.
With a bang, the long black stick ruthlessly smashed into the Liger Beast. The middle-aged man was also pounced on by the Liger Beast and was pressed to the ground, unable to move.
Perhaps because of the pain from the long black stick, the Liger Beast opened its bloody mouth and bit toward the middle-aged man's head.
The middle-aged man's expression changed greatly and he hurriedly blocked with his right hand.
With a blood-curdling scream, the middle-aged man's right hand was bitten off by the Liger Beast. Blood gushed out from the wound and dyed the ground red.
The Lion Tiger Beast swallowed the middle-aged man's arm with a satisfied look on its face.
When Lei Zhen saw this, he slightly frowned and his expression changed. The Liger Beast reluctantly turned around and turned into a silver light, returning to the Spirit Beast Pouch.
At the same time, the white light barrier disappeared and several Huang Clan disciples quickly walked into the ring. After stopping the bleeding, they carried the middle-aged man down.
Although the middle-aged man's life was not in danger, his strength had greatly decreased due to losing an arm. It was unlikely that he would be able to advance in the future.
This was also because the middle-aged man was too careless. He thought that he could kill the Liger Beast in one strike and instead of retreating, he met the Liger Beast head-on. If it were any other low level demon beast, then it would be fine. However, the Liger Beast released by Lei Zhen was a third grade demon beast. How could it be killed in one strike?
Lei Zhen's strength was already very strong and with the addition of a third grade Liger Beast, he was even more powerful.
Under the respectful gazes of the crowd, Lei Zhen walked down the ring with his head held high.
In the pavilion in the distance, on the second floor, more than ten Core Formation Stage cultivators sat in front of a table. A transparent water mirror floated in mid-air, showing the scene of the ring.
"Tsk tsk, a Liger Beast. Wang Daoyou, I remember that your Firestorm Way's spiritual beast is a seventh grade Liger Beast. I didn't expect that you would be willing to let this disciple nurture a young beast," Zhao Qingshan said in amazement.
"Junior Lei has the Thunder Spirit Root. Among all the disciples, only he can tame this young beast. It is suitable for him to nurture it," the middle-aged fatty of the Firestorm Way nodded and said.
"Wang Daoyou, it seems that your Firestorm Way values this disciple very much! I'm afraid that in a hundred years, your Firestorm Way will have another Core Formation Stage cultivator, "the middle-aged Daoist from the Heavenly Mandate Mountain said with deep meaning.
"Haha, how can it be so easy to form the Gold Core? Junior Lei only has a slightly higher chance than the others. On the other hand, Fellow Daoist Li and Yuan Daoyou, the two juniors with the Celestial Spirit Root, have already completed the Foundation Establishment Stage and are only one step away from forming the Gold Core," the middle-aged fatty laughed and changed the topic.
Hearing this, a yellow-robed man and a middle-aged woman only smiled slightly and did not say anything.
At this time, two more fighters appeared in the ring.
On the left side of the ring was a woman in blue clothes wearing Taiqing Palace clothes. Her opponent was a tall, dark-faced man. Looking at his clothes, he was a disciple of the Qian Ji Sect.
Both of them were in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, but Wang Changsheng had never seen them before. He guessed that they were the winners of the West Peak yesterday.
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