Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 294 Talisman Master

"How shameless! It's Ding Bai, ranked 9963rd, who came to snipe him so quickly."

"Yeah, bullying someone ranked on the Earth Ranking is nothing."

"Isn't it because I'm jealous and envious of Black Raven's rapid increase in points?"

"Yes, yes."

The voices in the crowd reached Ding Bai's ears, but he didn't care and just moved his wrist gently.

"Qingtao Peak Dingbai, please teach me."

Finally, a decent opponent came. Wang Qiye looked at this eighth-level foundation-building expert seriously. He did bring him some pressure. "If the Earth Ranking is about who has a higher cultivation level, then there is no need to compare. Just find a scale to weigh them. With the weight, we can rank them on a list."

"Hahaha--"

There was laughter from the audience; no one had expected that Black Raven had such a side to him.

"Your mouth will still be able to speak later."

Before he finished speaking, Qingtao Peak Dingbai started to practice his skills, and hot air began to rise from his body.

"drink!"

Dingbai exhaled and exerted force, his eyes instantly glowed red, and hot air flows from his clenched fists, like two red-hot irons.

With a move of his feet, Ding Bai crossed a distance of seven or eight meters and launched a crazy attack on Wang Qiye.

"It seems that his horizontal training skills are more profound than mine?"

Facing the fist shadows coming at him, Wang Qiye stretched out his hand, and the two swords lying on the ground appeared in his hands. After all, his own body was not as strong as Ding Bai's. Ding Bai's 50 years of horizontal training was not something he could catch up with in a short time.

So there is no need to use one's own weaknesses to attack the opponent's strengths. Wang Qiye is not that kind of pedantic person. The two knives intertwined into a knife net, covering the fist shadow, and the knife net and the fist shadow collided with each other.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The sword lights and fist shadows melted into each other, a violent explosion sounded, and a strong wind blew towards the edge of the ring.

At the same time, Qing Taofeng Dingbai showed a grim smile on his face, and stretched out his five fingers like hooks, reaching into the knife net. His sharp claws firmly grasped a long knife in the sky full of knife shadows.

Wang Qiye's heart trembled. "This Qingtao Peak Dingbai's eyes are somewhat unique."

Before Wang Qiye could react, the gloves on Qingtaofeng Dingbai's hands glowed with light, and the long sword broke into two pieces at the light.

Wang Qiye then used the broken knife in his hand as a hidden weapon and threw it towards Dingbai of Qingtao Peak's face.

Ding Bai just smiled lightly. Such a direct attack could not escape his sharp eyes. He easily turned his head and dodged it.

However, I felt a pain on the back of my hand, and then numbness on my arm.

"Impossible? I was defending myself against the knife in his right hand. Where did he get the knife?"

When he saw clearly, he felt numbness on his right arm again. Wang Qiye was holding a broken-blade knife. In a short period of time, he stabbed his right arm three times.

Qingtaofeng Dingbai took a few steps back, put his hand over the wound on his right arm, and looked at the short-haired young man with uncertain eyes.

Wang Qiye did not chase after him, but summoned back the two broken blades and put them into the storage bag.

"You have exceeded the limit of the knife. I lose." Ding Bai lowered his head. Although the bleeding in his right arm had stopped, three acupuncture points had been sealed. Now his entire right arm was numb and he would not be able to move for at least two hours.

But Wang Qiye was not happy. He couldn't even force out his sword intent, and he also destroyed one of his magic weapons. He lost at least 800 spirit stones, which was more painful than killing him.

Black Raven! Black Raven!

The crowd around was boiling again. Even Ding Bai from Qingtao Peak, who was at the eighth level of foundation building, couldn't stop the winning streak of the short-haired young man.

But this time he had a magic weapon destroyed, and it seemed that he was only at this level. Chen Fuyuan sneered, got up and left.

After defeating an opponent ranked within 10,000, the arena was bustling with activity, but no one stepped forward for a while, and Wang Qiye actually had some free time.

His daily idle time has already reached the limit. Now he can no longer gain extra points by staying in the ring, and can only rely on winning to increase points.

"I'll deal with you."

A handsome young man in brocade clothes jumped onto the stage gracefully. He held a paper fan in one hand and looked elegant and charming. His face was filled with a kind of pride, as if it was innate.

For some reason, Wang Qiye, who looked ordinary, felt ashamed in front of this pretty boy. It might be a silent contest between the deep mark of being a loser and the noble family.

The people around him all showed strange smiles on their faces. Combined with the afterglow of the setting sun, it was a bit creepy.

After Wang Qiye confirmed again and again that the third-level Foundation Establishment cultivator opposite him was a cultivator ranked 4419th on the Earth List, he put away his contempt, carefully held his two swords in his hands, and summoned a defensive magic weapon.

The handsome young man bowed politely. "I am Yuchi Sheng from Qingping Peak. People call me the Talisman Master. Please teach me."

Only then did Wang Qiye understand why everyone was smiling.

But before he could make any move, Yuchi Sheng from Qingping Peak opposite him had already thrown out twenty talismans, all of which were shining with light, and it was obvious that they had been activated.

Wang Qiye felt secretly bitter in his heart. This rich old man was serious about it, unlike Wang Qiye who was just talking.

The moment he announced his name, Wang Qiye guessed that he could rank within the top 5000 on the Earth List with the strength of the third level of Foundation Establishment. Anyone who saw him would probably be ready to get scolded.

At this moment, the sword intent surged, sweeping over like a tide, covering Wang Qiye's body.

The 20 talismans of different colors flashed with strange light and rushed towards him like meteors, at an extremely fast speed that was dazzling.

Wang Qiye slashed at a talisman with his knife, and a strong force came, causing his knife-holding hand to pause slightly. His calf twisted, and he took a step back. He slashed two more times, breaking four talismans into pieces. By the time Wang Qiye had destroyed all 20 talismans, he had actually retreated six steps.

This was when he was in the ring, fighting at full strength, and yet he was forced to this extent.

Yuchi Sheng from Qingping Peak took out another dozen talismans from his storage bag, grabbed a handful without hesitation and threw them to Wang Qiye, as if these talismans were like worthless waste paper to him.

Wang Qiye looked at the dozen talismans in his hand, his eyelids twitching, obviously he had not come back to his senses. But his body instinctively led him to rush forward, and the two swords flashed coldly, cutting the attack talismans in half one by one.

Seeing that he was able to do it with ease, the talisman master Yuchi Sheng no longer hesitated. As soon as he threw out all the talismans, he immediately grabbed another handful and threw it over.

One after another, talismans, like a neat formation, rushed towards Wang Qiye.

Wang Qiye could only unleash his sword intent at full force, swinging his two swords. Every swing was like a meteor across the night sky, brilliant yet short-lived.

Wang Qiye's figure shuttled between the talismans like a ghost, the double swords in his hands flashed with cold light, and he kept slashing at those mysterious talismans.

With each swing of the sword, a talisman would be torn apart and transformed into starlight, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the sky.

However, the number of talismans seemed endless, and no matter how hard Wang Qiye tried, they continued to emerge.

As time passed, Wang Qiye had forgotten how many times he had swung his sword, but his eyes remained firm, with no intention of retreating.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed, and Wang Qiye’s eyes lit up. The densely packed talismans disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Wang Qiye looked at the talisman master Yuchi Sheng in confusion and bewilderment. He saw that he still had half a dozen talismans in his hand, but he had not yet thrown out a talisman.

It turned out that his spiritual power had reached its limit. Even if he took the Soul-Restoring Pill, it couldn't keep up with the speed of his spiritual power consumption.

Wang Qiye was somewhat relieved that he was only at the third level of foundation building. If he was at the fourth level, the number of talismans activated at the same time would not be the upper limit of 20, and he would not be given a moment's respite.

By that time, it will be hard to say who will win or lose.

Yuchi Sheng of Qingping Peak smiled bitterly. He had originally wanted to wear Wang Qiye down, but he was actually worn out by Wang Qiye. This time he had released a total of 536 talismans, which was a huge loss. "It looks like I have to go to Yueyu Tower tonight to replenish 600 talismans."

"Brother, your skills are superior. I admire you. I admit defeat."

Yuchi Sheng of Qingping Peak put away the remaining talismans and bowed again.

"Well, you are a young and promising boy. If you had made further progress in your cultivation, I would have been defeated here today." Wang Qiye was not stingy in responding to such a big customer of Yueyu Tower.

Yuchi Sheng of Qingping Peak, who had been feeling somewhat disappointed, became proud again upon hearing Wang Qiye's approval. He regained his former spirit and walked off the stage.

The steps were like those of a winner.

"It's still a little short." Wang Qiye sighed.

This Qingping Peak Yuchi Sheng's cultivation was too low, so he didn't care about the talismans he released. It was too straightforward. Wang Qiye seemed to be under a lot of pressure, but in fact he was not under any pressure at all. The reason why he wanted to destroy all the talismans was naturally to let him spend money at Yueyu Tower, and also to try whether he could make the sword intent go further.

So there is no pressure at all, but he has to bear the pressure. If his cultivation is higher, he can throw out the talisman and control it remotely, and he will definitely not have to pretend to be so hard.

Every time a third-level talisman is sold, it is at a loss, but a second-level talisman has no cost. The blood of monsters that he brought back from the Seven Cities Walled Village has piled up into a mountain, not to mention the blank talisman papers.

Wang Qiye was somewhat fortunate that there was no talisman master in the Seven Cities Walled Village. The prejudice that no one could defend it had made too many people careless, leading to this miracle.

If the Seven Cities Siege was opened next time, he believed that the gate would be breached the next day.