Chapter 134

That figure was like a phantom, holding a pitch-black short thorn in his hand, the downward force as fast as lightning.

The old man had already discovered it, but it was too late to use an artifact to defend. But seven white spirit pattern symbol phantoms suddenly lit up on his chest, and then a layer of white light curtain emerged on its own.

"Bang."

The short thorn in the figure's hand stabbed onto the white light curtain, actually exploding along with the person and the weapon, transforming into a ball of thick black mist.

"Shadow Secret Technique."

The old man seemed knowledgeable and immediately realized it in shock. He swung the silver cane in his hand, wanting to do some defensive action.

But just then, a slender, blurred figure shot out from his shadow, holding a snow-white broken thorn, which flashed and vanished, actually directly disappearing into the void.

The next moment, the old man inside the white light curtain only felt a chill on his shoulder, and half a broken thorn phantom appeared directly inside the light cover, stabbing heavily into his shoulder.

The old man let out a shout, his eyes wide open, his hair and beard standing on end. An astonishing spiritual pressure suddenly swept in all directions, and at the same time, he swung the silver cane in his hand, smashing toward the figure close at hand with a gale.

But that figure was as if made of paper. Before the cane arrived, he pulled out the short thorn and flew backward lightly along with the gale.

With a "Boom" sound.

Centered on where the silver cane landed, the ground within a few zhang collapsed.

"Heavy Rock Spell."

A surprised woman's voice came from the blurred figure, but then a burst of "Giggle" laughter followed.

"Giggle, Old Man, you are truly bold. At such an old age, you still dare to solidify spells on your body. Aren't you afraid that if you are not careful, you will lose your own life?"

"I have lived to such an old age. If I can fight for a future for my descendants, what does it matter if I lose this old life? On the contrary, girl, what secret technique is not good to learn, but you go to learn this kind of invisible Shadow Secret Technique."

The old man turned around, looked at the bleeding wound, and replied with a gloomy face. At the same time, he patted his shoulder with one hand and pointed at several acupuncture points nearby with his fingers. The blood instantly stopped flowing.

"Pulse-Cutting Technique. Old Man, you really know quite a few skills." The figure, who had already stopped floating in the distance but was still blurred, made a surprised sound again.

"I know many things. Do you really think I lived to such an old age in vain? Girl, since the first use of the Shadow Secret Technique didn't defeat me, you won't have a chance later." The old man said coldly, pointing the silver cane in his hand at the ground, and his body floated slowly, while the astonishing spiritual pressure on his body surged again.

This is the strength of Qi Refinement perfection!

The many cultivation families outside the restriction witnessed this scene and were all greatly shocked.

But the next moment, with a "Puff" sound.

The old man's spiritual energy suddenly became chaotic, and he fell from the air, smashing heavily onto the ground.

"Disordered Spirit Poison. You actually coated the artifact with Disordered Spirit Poison!" The old man fell to the ground, unable to get up, but shouted in shock and anger, his voice vaguely hoarse.

"Old Man, since I learned the Shadow Secret Technique, how could I not refine some Disordered Spirit Poison on my body?" The blurred figure in the distance said triumphantly, then flew toward the old man holding the short thorn.

"I admit defeat."

Seeing this, the old man could only helplessly admit defeat.

"It seems Old Man is not only knowledgeable but also very sensible!"

The blurred figure chuckled and vanished from the martial arts arena again.

Such a dramatic result naturally made everyone on the stone platform stunned and greatly surprised once again.

Wang Yu looked at the place where the blurred figure vanished and frowned slightly.

When this woman was fighting the old man, he had already activated overclocking, but he still couldn't detect the other party's whereabouts. The invisibility ability of this Shadow Secret Technique was so astonishing that he couldn't help but be greatly tempted.

However, this might also be because he was too far from the martial arts arena. If he were facing the battle, he believed that with the terrifying perception of overclocking, he would always be able to detect some clues.

"It's already too late. Let's stop the competition here today. Everyone find a place to rest on your own. Tomorrow morning, when the sun just rises, the second round of competition will begin. Those who do not arrive will have their qualifications automatically canceled."

Liu Ming above the martial arts arena looked up at the setting sun, said indifferently to the crowd below, then flicked his large sleeve, and vanished into the air in a streak of cyan light.

Seeing this, the crowd on the stone platform looked at each other, but the next moment, they all took action.

Some families who had already failed left the place in low spirits riding flying boats. Some families also wanted to stay and see the final result of tomorrow's competition.

Naturally, those families who won the first round did not leave, finding places to stay and resting overnight on their own.

Wang Yu took Yin Linglong and the two Yin family elders and also found a small mountain more than ten miles away from the martial arts arena. He casually used an artifact to chisel out two mountain caves, ate some of the grain-avoidance pills he carried with him, took out a few cushions, and sat down to rest.

Nothing happened all night!

The next morning, people from more than forty cultivation families gathered at the stone platform again. Because there were nearly half fewer people, many stone platforms were occupied by a single family.

Wang Yu took Yin Linglong and also occupied a stone platform alone.

Not long after, the Confucian scholar flew over from the horizon again. Under the solemn salute of the crowd, he announced the start of the second round of competition.

The first pair to take the stage was the gray-haired old man holding the thin sword and the man in tattered clothes who possessed the Jin Guang Mirror.

Both of them had rather strange artifacts, so as soon as they appeared, they attracted everyone's attention.

"Competition begin."

The Confucian scholar gave an order after activating the restriction around the martial arts arena.

Seemingly because both knew the approximate power of the other's artifact, they acted simultaneously without prior agreement.

The gray-haired old man moved his body and rushed toward the opposite side, while the man in tattered clothes retreated instead of advancing, holding the copper mirror high with both hands and crazily injecting mana.

The gray-haired old man had only rushed halfway when the Jin Guang Mirror trembled slightly, and a vast white light pillar sprayed out from it.

The gray-haired old man's body swayed, wanting to dodge the light pillar, but the man simply turned the copper mirror with his wrist, and the white light pillar immediately rumbled and followed.

The gray-haired old man had no choice but to dance the thin sword in his hand, laying down layers of defense in front of him with whip shadows.

But the next moment, the white light pillar broke through the dense whip shadows like a hot knife through butter and shot directly onto the old man.

The gray-haired old man let out a scream and was directly blown away by the massive force of the white light pillar. In the air, he hurriedly shouted "I admit defeat."

The man in tattered clothes shook the copper mirror in his hand, and the white light pillar instantly dissipated and vanished. The gray-haired old man fell from it, barely turning over and standing firm, but his face was exceptionally ugly.