365 Baifu Palace

Fatty Jin was shocked and still saw the clues.

As a direct disciple of Jubao Palace, he has been acquainted with Zijian Palace for generations and is very familiar with the magic weapons of Zijian Palace. Looking closely, the Nanming Lihuo Sword controlled by Ye Qin is very different from the Nanming Lihuo Sword Sword, which is the palace-stopping weapon of Zijian Palace.

The most obvious point is that Ye Qin's Yuanshen magic sword has a fire crow pattern engraved on it. The flames around the Nanming Lihuo Sword transform into flame crows.

However, the Nanming Lihuo Sword, which was a high-level golden elixir cultivator in the Purple Sword Palace, is a high-level rare bird such as the Fierce Eagle.

As for the differences in other aspects, such as the year and quality of the purple crystal ore raw materials used to refine the sword body, there must be differences, and Fatty Jin didn’t have time to distinguish them.

The fat man Jin didn't know where Ye Qin got the Nanming Lihuo Sword. He suddenly attacked Ye Qin and complained.

He didn't have time to feel sorry for the top-level fire-type magic bead that was broken by Huangfu Binger.

The original plan was completely shattered. The most powerful primordial magic weapon in his hand was carrying Ye Qin's Nanming Lihuo Sword, and now he can't help but fight against the ice soul cold current behind him.

The cold air of the Ice Soul is coming.

Fatty Jin did not hesitate, and slapped the big storage bag on his waist with his right hand, quickly took out a small stack of ten high-level talismans, pinched the magic tricks, divided them into two, and threw them out wildly.

This small stack of ten talismans are all high-level talismans.

The five high-level talismans of attack turned into waves of fire vultures and green arc blades, covering dozens of feet of range, and bombarded Ye Qin. The other five defensive talismans released large areas of thick ice walls and earth walls, blocking the ice soul cold current behind them, hoping to block Huangfu Binger for another moment.

Originally, Fatty Jin didn't plan to use these ten high-level talismans now. But he was forced to have no way out. He wanted to seize the time and block Huangfu Binger while squeezing Ye Qin out of the fighting arena.

The monks onlookers on the ring exclaimed in a low voice when they saw Fatty Jin squandering high-level talismans so much, and felt a lot of pain. This small stack of high-level talismans, a nearly 1,000-grade spirit stone, was actually thrown out like this.

Ye Qin's expression remained unchanged, and he had no intention of retreating. He controlled the Nanming Lihuo Sword with one hand to carry the golden ingots like a hill, and the other hand to control several low-level flying swords to block the talismans. Allow those talismans to blow up several low-level flying swords violently, and slight cracks appeared.

He then directly discarded the two low-level magic weapons and quickly released a pair of intermediate-level white shield magic weapons from the storage bag, continuing to resist the high-level talismans that the fat man of Jin called.

The magic spelling tool is not only available in Fatty Jin. He also has a lot of garbage magic tools in his storage bag. He just needs to destroy one and replace the other one.

Huangfu Binger's sixteen ice soul cold light swords had penetrated several extremely thick magic walls formed by casting spells from high-level talismans in just a short moment, and attacked Jin Dafai again.

She is the real main force of the attack, and Ye Qin is always just defending.

Fatty Jin burned a small stack of talismans and did not achieve any results. His face turned green. This time he understood that this guy had deliberately shown his vulnerable appearance before and deceived him.

Fatty Jin was slow to get his hands and feet. He hurriedly slapped the storage bag and flew out one and two high-level magic weapons to block the ice soul cold current behind him.

"Crash!"

But in the blink of an eye, the two advanced magic weapons exploded again.

The monk in the blue shirt who was arbitrating on the ring suddenly reached out and made a golden handprint. With a press of the void, he cleverly separated the Bingpo Han Lightsaber and the Fatty Jin, and then said indifferently, "Nephew Jin, you have lost, go down."

Fatty Jin was excited at the Nascent Soul monk, "Uncle Zhou, how can you judge me to lose? There are still a lot of magic weapons and talismans in my storage bag that are useless. I haven't lost yet. Give me another half an hour and I can defeat them!"

The monk in the green shirt sneered indifferently, "Their strength is twice that of yours. If they want to kill you, you will die long ago. Even if your ancestor Jin is here, I will judge this way. Don't waste your magic weapon. Unless you can control three powerful soul magic weapons at the same time, and your magic power is enough to support fighting with two Jindan monks of the same level, you will have no chance of winning. No matter how much money you have, you can't burn it like this. Go away."

Fatty Jin was still dissatisfied and stayed on the ring and refused to leave, but was slapped out of the ring by a monk in blue.

Ye Qin then took over the Nanming Lihuo Sword, and was secretly surprised.

This Nascent Soul monk seemed to know Fatty Jin, but he was not merciless and directly sentenced him to lose. It seems that this island-winning meeting does not necessarily have to win or lose. The Nascent Soul monk who was arbitration could also directly judge the victory or defeat when he saw the obvious gap in strength between the two sides.

Such fairness and no personal relationships make Ye Qin respect.

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Under the arena, the woman in purple and Huang Shang in the Purple Sword Palace both showed surprise at this moment.

"Sister Zhou, isn't that the Nanming Lihuo Sword Sword, the palace-stopping weapon of your Purple Sword Palace? Only the golden elixir monks of your Purple Sword Palace have it. How could this person have this sword?" The woman Huang Shang exclaimed in a low voice and asked the woman in purple.

"That's indeed the Nanming Lihuo Sword."

The woman in purple clothes was shocked and could not hide it. She nodded, quickly regained her calm expression and said, "However, it may not have anything to do with my Purple Sword Palace."

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After Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger joined forces to defeat the Jin Da Fatty Cultivator of Jubao Palace, there were very few Jindan monks who were willing to go to the stage of No. 2 Fire Spirit Island to challenge. Even if some of them were one or two points stronger than Jin Da Fatty, they were really unsure of being able to fight against the two Jindan monks, Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger. The previous few Jindan monks who were defeated have fully proved this.

Dozens of Jindan monks who hang the Golden Crow Card on the No. 2 Fire Spirit Island were silent and depressed, and their morale was low. Their eyes looked at one of the middle-aged monks. If there was anyone among them who wanted to challenge, perhaps only this monk would have this strength.

"Since no one comes, then I'll do it!"

The middle-aged monk looked around the monks coldly, and his confident voice suddenly rang out.

He opened his mouth and released two fiery fire-type soul magic weapons, controlled the magic weapons and flew onto the ring, and threw out a spirit beast bag, releasing a seventh-level golden elixir-stage blue fire eagle. This huge fire eagle flew into the air and made a sharp cry. His wings spread more than ten feet, his spirit was shining, and his fire pupils swept across the ring sharply and stared at Ye Qin.

"The Golden Pill Cultivator of Baifu Palace!"

There was a burst of exclamation throughout the square.

Baifu Palace is the immortal palace of Sect Master Yu, one of the five major sect masters of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

This middle-aged man was obviously a disciple of the Baifu Palace. A monk at the first level of the Golden Elixir Stage just now owned a rare bird in the Golden Elixir Stage. It seems that this time someone finally could beat the Ye couple head-on.

Among the two or three hundred golden elixir monks who participated in the conference, at least half were immortal palace monks. The strongest golden elixir monk was probably the middle-aged monk from Baifu Palace. With this man’s two fire-type primordial magic weapons and a golden elixir rare bird, I’m afraid no early-level golden elixir monk in the field dared to fight him.

A golden elixir monk and a rare golden elixir bird face Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger.

Tens of thousands of monks around the ring burst into a loud noise, obviously they were quite optimistic about this battle. This battle was probably the most intense battle in this island-grabbing conference.

"Yu Weifeng, please, please! Let's see if I, Yu, are the opponents of the two couples." The middle-aged monk smiled proudly, controlled two fire-type soul magic weapons, and said to Ye Qin and the others.

Ye Qin glanced at the blue fireworks eagle, frowned slightly, and looked at Huangfu Binger.

Then, he calmly threw a monster bag onto the ring.

Thump, a snow-white rotten bone crocodile shook his head and wagged his tail and appeared on the ring.

As soon as the golden elixir skeleton demon appeared, the strong death aura emitted by the golden elixir blue fireworks eagle in the air was uneasy and frightened. With a fierce cry, it suddenly turned into a fast hot shadow and rushed towards the golden elixir skeleton demon on the ring.

The Golden Pill Skeleton Demon shook his head and opened his mouth and rushed towards the Fire Eagle. The two Golden Pill Monsters rushed together fiercely on the ring.

Ye Qin sneered in his heart, and with Huangfu Binger, he released the Nanming Lihuo Sword and Bingpo Han Light Sword at the same time, and attacked the middle-aged monk with a look of surprise. The middle-aged monk's face was already panicked because of the sudden appearance of the Golden Pill Skeleton Demon.

In less than half a stick of incense, the middle-aged monk was bombarded out of the arena. The blue fireworks eagle flew in the air and dared not go down. The fur was messy, the scars were covered with black air, the feathers were dim, and the spirit was lost. There were also many scratches on the golden elixir skeleton demon, but they were not careful, far less embarrassing than the Blue Fireworks eagle. It drove the Blue Fireworks eagle out of the ring and shook its head and tail proudly.

In the boiling square, in an instant, there was no sound.

With an incredible look, he looked at Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger who were steadily guarding the arena.

No other Jindan monk dared to go up and challenge.

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"The soul magic weapon, the golden elixir skeleton demon..."

Zhu Tiannan stared at the ring, his eyes were dull, and he was shaking the high-level feather fan magic weapon in his hand, and he stopped completely, his face looking like he didn't know what it looked like.

Wei Dayuan and Su Tong looked at each other and couldn't stop talking. Seventh-level golden elixir monsters are common, but seventh-level golden elixir skeleton monsters are extremely rare. Skeleton monsters are already difficult to find, let alone the skeleton monsters in the Golden Pill stage.

The Ye couple are many times stronger than they imagined.

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On the main stage of the square, a monk with a light gray shirt in the late Nascent Soul who was watching the battle suddenly changed, revealing a strange color. The monk with a light gray shirt in the monk who was arbitrating on the ring sent a message.

"These two juniors are interesting. It seems that the great-great-grandson of this sect will lose this time. Brother Zhou, that boy's Yuanshen magic sword is the magic weapon of your Purple Sword Palace. Why doesn't there be any logo of your Purple Sword Palace on his clothes? Isn't you a disciple of your Purple Sword Palace?"

"Sect Master, the ancestors left behind a legacy in the Immortal Sect of the Spiritual Mist Realm in the Middle Earth. Later, they crossed the sea to build the Immortal Palace, so there are also monks in the Middle Earth who can refine the magic weapons of the Purple Sword Palace. This person should have learned from the inheritance of the Spiritual Mist Realm in the Middle Earth."

"Oh, so that's it. This kid is practicing ancient immortal scriptures like "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra". It is rare to be able to cultivate into golden elixirs through this ancient immortal scripture. The woman next to him is a disciple of Liu Zhenren of Shuiyun Palace?"

"This woman is a disciple of Shuiyun Palace. She has a good talent for Ice and Fire. Master Liu made an exception to accept her as her disciple. The year before yesterday, the Star Bamboo Palace and the Golden Armor Palace of the Heavenly Demon Alliance made a fuss. It is said that it has some connection with this woman. The sect leader, the recent Star Bamboo Palace and the Golden Armor Palace, fought a little bit, and many low-level disciples died. Do you think about this matter..."

"This sect is not convenient for me to come forward in this matter, so as not to say that I will suppress his Immortal Palace. After a few years, the brother Li from Xingzhu Palace will be furious and will naturally calm down. Haha, the great-great-grandson of this sect was indeed defeated. This island-taking conference will be of strength and there is no point in the future. Let's go back to the Baifu Palace, and you can handle the rest of the matter. Don't make things difficult for that kid, it is rare for a casual cultivator to reach this level."
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