Yang Hong looked at Wu Luan, who was spitting blood and retreating into the disciples, with some heartache. Although this disciple was still an outer sect disciple, she had good potential. After being cleansed by the Marrow Cleansing Fruit, her spiritual root had reached the level of top-grade spiritual root.
The important thing was that her luck was still deep blue, with great development potential.
He hoped that this injury would not damage her foundation.
He had originally wanted to go and care for her, but the monk Tong Yuan kept staring at him, making it difficult for him to act. He could only use his divine sense to inform Zhang Zhengyan and Gu Boji to open the sect's treasure vault.
"Third match of Nascent Soul battle, Shi Gu Ji from the 'Boundless Buddhist Alliance'."
As if sensing that Qingfeng Villa was about to use its trump cards, the Buddhist sect quickly sent out their third contestant, a middle-aged scholar in blue armor.
This person was not a Buddhist disciple!
Seeing this person, Yang Hong was stunned.
"Shi Gu Ji is a layman from another sect. He recognized the bright future of the Buddhist sect and traveled thousands of miles to join our 'Boundless Buddhist Alliance'."
Seeing Yang Hong's puzzled gaze, Monk Tong Yuan explained with pride.
"Heh heh~"
Yang Hong also understood and saw clearly. If Qingfeng Villa joined the two alliances, he might have to represent the Buddhist sect to conquer some sect tomorrow.
This was the strategy and purpose of the two alliances in recruiting followers.
"Benefactor Yang, if your disciple does not enter the arena, you will be judged as defeated."
In just half a minute, Monk Tong Yuan began to taunt Yang Hong.
"Hmph~ He's here, why are you in such a hurry?"
As Yang Hong's voice fell, a stout Qingfeng Villa disciple, with heavy steps, trotted into the battle formation. After running for another three minutes, he finally reached the center of the arena.
"Benefactor Yang, there's no need to drag this out. It might be more straightforward to admit defeat."
"Bald donkey, have you forgotten the rules you set? Only after the 'start' is called can you attack, and only when you are crippled or driven out of the formation area can you be judged as defeated?"
Yang Hong was already displeased, and as soon as Tong Yuan spoke, he immediately retorted.
"Hmph~ Struggling is futile!"
While the two big shots were engaging in a verbal battle, the fight in the arena had already begun.
"Third match of Nascent Soul battle, Peng Zhang from Qingfeng Villa. Start!"
As Ke Ji Mei's voice fell, Peng Zhang began to tear open the first spiritual talisman. A familiar golden phantom of Yang Hong appeared on Peng Zhang.
Seeing the familiar golden figure, Shi Gu Ji's heart sank!
Yang Hong's Vajra Talisman was like the most unbreakable turtle shell for Buddhist cultivators.
"Do you think I can't break through you with the Vajra Talisman?
Fatty, you're too naive."
Before he finished speaking, Shi Gu Ji summoned a long spear. With a gentle push, the spear began to rotate rapidly, producing a large number of fine ice crystals.
"Alas~ I am truly unfortunate, but~~~ I just have a lot of Vajra Talismans."
Facing Shi Gu Ji's spell, Peng Zhang only smirked and slowly activated the ten fourth-grade spiritual talismans in his hand.
The golden giant on his body grew to ten feet and stopped, but it became increasingly solid, looking incredibly sturdy.
The rules only stipulated the number of fifth-grade spiritual talismans; there was no limit on fourth-grade spiritual talismans.
"Damn it! Xuan Bing Spear~"
The blue spear, carrying swirling ice crystals, directly struck the golden giant. It pushed the golden giant back rapidly, and the extremely cold ice crystals were rapidly freezing the golden giant, along with Peng Zhang inside.
In just three minutes, the golden giant was completely encased in ice.
"Little brat, do you think you can handle me with just a turtle shell?"
Shi Gu Ji, panting, inserted the blue spear beside him. Ten spiritual talismans appeared in his hand, which he quickly activated. Streams of silvery-white cold air shot from the talismans towards the frozen giant.
The ten-foot-tall giant was directly frozen into a twelve-foot-tall one.
Without waiting for a moment to catch his breath, he activated a fifth-grade top-tier magical artifact. A giant hammer, more than ten feet long, appeared in the air.
Boom~ Rumble~
The ground trembled, and a pit more than three feet deep appeared before everyone's eyes.
However, all the people from Qingfeng Villa did not look at the giant hammer or its owner, but turned to look at the sly-looking fat man outside the formation's light barrier.
Ke Ji Mei then promptly announced:
"Nascent Soul battle, third match. Shi Gu Ji from the 'Boundless Buddhist Alliance' wins."
Shi Gu Ji was initially overjoyed, but then his expression darkened.
He was in the Nascent Soul realm and quickly discovered that Peng Zhang was not dead and was looking at him with a sly smile.
He really wanted to smash the fat man's face with his hammer, but that fatty had already left the battle area, and he could not attack again.
It turned out that Peng Zhang had used an earth escape spell at the last moment, directly escaping out of the formation's light barrier.
If you can't win, run! This was Yang Hong's order!
"Nascent Soul battle, fourth match. Fang Qiang from Qingfeng Villa."
Seeing that the disciple for the fourth round was in place, Ke Ji Mei directly announced the start of the next match. Shi Gu Ji could only leave the battle area dejectedly.
Soon, the two contestants stood a mile apart.
"Start~"
Rumble~
As soon as the Buddhist referee finished shouting "start," Fang Qiang, with both hands, hurled two fist-sized red and blue orbs towards the Buddhist contestant.
Crackling~
Before the Buddhist cultivator could react, another ten thunder talismans were activated.
After a flurry of actions, Fang Qiang's flying sword carried him back three miles.
As for the Buddhist cultivator, he was in a sorry state. When Fang Qiang looked over, only a Nascent Soul remained, staring blankly.
"Good opportunity!"
The Nascent Soul was stunned, but Fang Qiang was not.
His flying sword spun rapidly and charged towards the Nascent Soul.
However, he still managed to escape.
After abandoning their physical bodies, Nascent Soul cultivators could escape at a very, very high speed, so fast that even a sword cultivator's flying sword could not catch up.
Moreover, if one truly wanted to escape, reaching a height of 100 feet would only take a few breaths.
Nascent Soul battle, fourth match. Qingfeng Villa wins!
Outside the arena, Monk Tong Yuan, looking at the still-lingering dust, had a face as dark as water. He turned to glare at Yang Hong, wanting to say something, but the words caught in his throat.
The talismans and disposable magical artifacts carried by the Qingfeng Villa disciples did not exceed the limit, and the disposable magical artifacts were used by the Buddhist disciples first. What could he say?
For this reason, he could only secretly transmit a message to his disciples, telling them to bring out their trump cards and win this crucial battle!
The fifth match of the Nascent Soul battle began soon. As soon as the Buddhist referee called "start,"
Lou Shaojian, a disciple of Qingfeng Villa, and the Buddhist cultivator almost simultaneously unleashed two thunder pearls.
Two blue and two red, four bolts of lightning crisscrossed and struck down. Lightning, fireballs, ice cones, and wind blades raged, giving a feeling of the end of the world.
Both of them unhesitatingly activated disposable magical artifacts and talismans, even disregarding defense and furiously activating them. .oγg
They were gambling on their own defensive capabilities.
However, Yang Hong's side was clearly not well-prepared. Lou Shaojian's defensive spells and artifacts were slightly inferior. In the end, he could only spit blood and ride his sword into the sky above a hundred feet to escape with his life.
The two did not even truly fight; their spells, sword techniques, and body techniques had no chance to be displayed before the battle ended.
This match Lou Shaojian lost.
And the second round of the battle between Qingfeng Villa and the 'Boundless Buddhist Alliance' ended with a score of two to three, a loss for Qingfeng Villa.
Outside the arena, Monk Tong Yuan sensed Yang Hong's displeased gaze. His slender white eyebrows slightly raised as he said,
"Benefactor Yang, your Qingfeng Villa is quite wealthy. You have so many fifth-grade disposable magical artifacts and fifth-grade talismans."
"Hmph~ I have even more fifth-grade disposable magical artifacts."
Yang Hong snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, retorting with hidden meaning.