Liu Qinghe didn''t want to lose. A third-order puppet beast is at least 700000 spirit stones, and two are 140000 spirit stones. With Wang Qiuming''s magic weapon and spirit skill, Liu Qinghe is not an opponent at all. In the end, Liu Qinghe is just sent by Zhao richen to talk about Wang Qiuming''s background.


    "Yes, Liu Daoyou."


    Wang Qiuming hugged his fist and said that he would fly back to his seat.


    Zhao richen quickly opened his mouth and yelled, "wait a minute, Wang Daoyou. I also want to compete with you. I wonder if Wang Daoyou is willing to teach me?"


    "Zhao Xiaoyou and Wang Xiaoyou compete two times in a row. It''s unfair to compete with you again. You''d better compete with others."


    Shen Ruirong said that the Wang family was born in the East wilderness, but now they are developing in the South China Sea. Strictly speaking, the Wang family and the Shen family belong to the South China Sea immortal cultivation world. Wang Qiuming won two games to win glory for the South China Sea immortal cultivation world. Shen Ruirong naturally wants to support Wang Qiuming.


    Wherever there are people, there is competition.


    "Let Wang Xiaoyou take a snow dew pill to recover his mana, young man! It''s normal to compete with each other. Of course, if Zhao Xiaoyou can''t beat Wang Xiaoyou, others can''t challenge Wang Xiaoyou any more. "


    Murong Rong opened his mouth and made a success. The immortal cultivation circle in the Central Plains lost two games in a row, and his face was a little lost. Naturally, Murong Rong wanted to speak for Zhao richen.


    This is no longer a competition between Wang Qiuming and Zhao richen, but a competition between the immortal cultivation circles in the Central Plains and the South China Sea.


    Wang Qiuming looks at Wang Qingshan, who nods.


    "Well, I''ll compete with Zhao Daoyou."


    Wang Qiuming promised to come down and take a snow dew pill given by Murong''s family. After that, his slightly pale face instantly returned to ruddy.


    "Be careful, uncle Qiuming. Zhao richen is a pure Dharma practitioner, proficient in many kinds of spiritual skills!"


    Wang Tianwen reminded Wang Qiuming.


    "Dharma practice!"


    Wang Qiuming was a little surprised. Few high-level monks spent a lot of time to practice spiritualism. A spiritualism strike is comparable to a magic weapon strike, but the magic weapon can be used after being refined. Spiritualism takes a lot of time, from a few years to more than ten years. Since Wang Qiuming stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, it was the first time that he met pure practice.


    At the beginning of the competition, Zhao richen''s body surface lit up a dazzling yellow light, and the floor under his feet suddenly turned into soft yellow sand.


    Wang Qiuming didn''t dare to be careless. Countless golden lights came out of his head. A huge golden round wheel appeared randomly. The golden round wheel rotated rapidly, and a strong air stream emerged out of thin air.


    Zhao richen put up his right hand and struck Wang Qiuming in the void. The white light flashed. A long white rainbow flew out and hit Wang Qiuming.


    Ding!


    With a dull sound, as soon as the white rainbow approached Wang Qiuming, it was immediately sucked into the Golden Wheel by the strong air flow and crushed by the fast rotating golden wheel.


    The surface of the golden ship freezes and its rotation slows down.


    Taking advantage of this opportunity, the wind was strong, and countless yellow gravel flew from the ground. After a turn, it turned into a long yellow sand arrow. In a burst of air breaking sound, dense yellow arrows shot at Wang Qiuming. Dense yellow arrows shot at Wang Qiuming, blocking the sky and the sun, with amazing momentum.


    With Wang Qiuming''s fajue, the Golden Wheel''s light soared, and its rotation speed more than doubled. The dense yellow arrows flew towards the golden wheel, which was crushed by the golden wheel and turned into a large yellow fine sand.


    With Zhao richen as the center, the area with a radius of thousands of feet is transformed into a huge sand pit. Countless yellow gravel flies up and turns into two yellow giants with a height of more than ten feet. After the eyebrows of the two yellow giants light up countless yellow runes, they turn into a stone like mark.


    The Yellow scarves are powerful and can''t be attacked.


    Wang Qiuming releases two third-order puppet beasts and pours on Zhao richen. As soon as the two third-order puppet beasts get close to Zhao richen, they fall into a huge sand pit. Countless yellow gravel flies up and turns into dense yellow chains, locking the bodies of the two third-order puppet beasts. They struggle hard, but countless yellow gravel flies up and turns into a ten foot yellow chain Giant bowls, put them upside down.


    Wang Qiuming frowned and pinched the magic formula. Two golden wheels shot at two yellow scarves.


    Keng Keng!


    There was a dull sound of several metal collisions. The Golden Wheel hit the yellow scarf beetle, leaving only a shallow scar. The two yellow scarf beetles hit the two golden wheels with their arms moving.


    Boom!


    The true wheel of the golden moon was smashed, and the golden round wheel of the entity flew backward.


    Wang Qiuming was shocked and planned to take other measures. The sky suddenly darkened. A big yellow mountain with a height of 500-600 Zhang suddenly appeared on his head. Before it fell, a strong gravity came from all directions.


    The magic is overwhelming!


    If friar Yuan Ying uses this skill, it will be more powerful.


    As soon as Wang Qiuming''s face changed, he wanted to avoid it. The ground vibrated, and a strong suction suddenly appeared. He was firmly in the same place and couldn''t move.Wang Qiuming''s face turned red. His legs were like lead. It was very difficult to move, let alone avoid.


    Seeing that the Yellow Mountain is about to smash Wang Qiuming into meat mud, the array covering the challenge arena suddenly disperses, and a golden hand more than 30 feet in size suddenly appears to hold the Yellow Mountain.


    "Zhao Xiaoyou won, Wang Xiaoyou has no opinion!"


    Murong Rong''s voice was calm, his golden hand suddenly shook, and the Yellow Mountain suddenly flew up into the sky, directly turned into a large yellow dust. A strong wind blew, and the yellow dust disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.


    "I''ve heard about Wang Qingshan and Wang Daoyou for a long time. I wonder if Wang Daoyou is willing to teach me?"


    Zhao richen looks at Wang Qingshan with fanatical eyes. In front of everyone, if he worships Wang Qingshan, he will definitely be famous in the Dayan Dynasty.


    Hearing this, all the friars looked at Wang Qingshan one after another. Han Yuexin''s look was very complicated.


    No matter when and where, Wang Qingshan is the focus of the crowd, and she is just an ordinary friar jiedan.


    "Since Zhao Daoyou wants to compete, Wang will accompany you for a few moves."


    As usual, Wang Qingshan flew to the challenge arena.


    At this time, no one cares about the situation of the beast conference, and they look at Wang Qingshan one after another.


    Zhao richen defeated Wang Qiuming just now. He didn''t use a magic weapon. He relied on several powerful spiritual skills.


    At the beginning of the competition, Wang Qingshan''s right hand struck Zhao richen''s void. With a flash of red light, a red flying sword wrapped in red flame shot out, and with an amazing heat wave, he chopped Zhao richen.


    As soon as Wang Qingshan pinched his sword formula, a series of virtual shadows of green flying swords appeared all over his body. After a blur, they suddenly turned into green flying swords, as if there were thousands of them.