I am a fortress of Xianzong

Chapter 370 The deadly Dabi...change

It's not the first time I have this idea of ​​supplementing my own deficiencies, but I haven't paid too much attention to it.

During the foundation building period, he did draw a batch of talismans, but most of them were second-level low-grade and middle-grade, and he mastered some seal characters.

But when it was difficult to master it, Bao Fuxin gave up again, and there was no time at the golden elixir stage.

But now, this idea has to be put on the agenda again, and now I have seen many magical methods, especially the poison released by the magic weapon of agarwood.

The understanding this time was very deep, and I was poisoned unconsciously. I didn't even have the slightest precaution against that strange fragrance.

It's a pity that he has no time now, and he can only focus on this matter after the big competition, but it's okay, this big competition has gained a lot, and it's not suitable to start practicing immediately after returning. Auxiliary talismans.

At the end of the fifth round, 41 people advanced, of which there were only ten monks from Daqin.

And among the ten people, except for Bao Fuxin, the others were basically injured. Even if they had time to recover their mana, it would be very difficult to heal their injuries.

In contrast, the monks on both sides of the Tang Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty were relatively intact.

This is the disadvantage of the number of people. The other monks are afraid of Bao Fuxin, but they are not afraid of them. They also received orders from the sect, and they all fought against the Daqin monks.

Even if Daqin had pills, talismans and other means to heal their injuries, they couldn't recover in a short time.

At the beginning of the sixth round, Bao Fuxin looked at the monks on one side, and none of them were in good spirits.

There was still one bye, and Bao Fuxin's luck did not come into play again. It turned out that one of the monks on his side was lucky and got a blank lottery, so he was able to continue to become a monk.

But Bao Fuxin actually starved to death Daqin cultivator, and the opponent directly conceded, allowing Bao Fuxin to advance to the next round smoothly.

This made him quite disappointed!

And Daqin's last eight people competed with each other, and almost wiped out the whole army. In the end, only one person cried and fought for two days to defeat the opponent, but it seemed that he was powerless to continue.

There are three people left in Daqin now. Except for Bao Fuxin, the other two are estimated to be difficult to move on. After the sixth round, there are still 21 people left.

As a result, Daqin's side discussed it, and one of the remaining three people was injured and couldn't maintain it. It would be better to just give up.

After all, in the next round of lottery, it will be difficult for the three of Daqin to draw an empty lottery. The chances are not very high, so it is better to abstain from one.

In this way, there is no empty lottery, and the monks of Datang and Ming can eliminate one more person, which is not a small benefit.

It can be said that both sides are doing their best to eliminate their opponents, and one can be eliminated!
Of the 20 Golden Core stage monks, there are now only [-] left, and the competition lasted for two months.

So far, there are 220 disappointed monks among them.

Bao Fuxin didn't see many of them, but Zhou Shi told him at this time, which shocked him quite a bit.

After all, after the previous competitions, he always returned to his camp to finish his experience, and he didn't watch too many competitions.

And later on, the remaining monks were all extraordinary in ability and had means of self-protection, so death was not so easy to happen.

Especially the monks facing Bao Fuxin, if there is no chance, or the plan fails, they will surrender immediately.

Even though the sect had ordered that Bao Fuxin should be forced out of his means as much as possible, but unfortunately, the monks in the Golden Core stage did not want to die, nor did they want to lose their treasures.

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"Fuxin, at the beginning of this round, it is estimated that it will be extremely thrilling, and the rest are not simple characters!" Zhou Shi reminded.

"Teacher, don't worry!" Bao Fuxin nodded, he never takes his guard lightly.

Especially after several competitions, he also knew that the opponent had been studying him, and now it seemed that he needed to make some changes.

In the end, 20 people gathered together, and it was still a lottery, leaving only two people in Daqin.

Bao Fuxin stepped forward, and directly took out a wooden sign from the box shielding his consciousness, with the number five written on it!

He turned around and was about to leave, but someone behind him blocked him, "Bao Fuxin, I hope to fight you as soon as possible!"

This person, Bao Fuxin, knew that the Baiyulou of the Piaomiao Sect had a handsome appearance, and he also had a bit of a dusty temperament.

But Bao Fuxin hates the way he looks at people, it's a feeling of looking down.

This person's ninth-grade spiritual root is less than 60 years old, and he has reached the ninth level of the golden core stage. According to Mu Chun'er's cultivation speed, it should be the same.

Moreover, their spiritual root quality can be obtained without any resources.

Bao Fuxin didn't say a word, just brushed past him!

After all, with the lessons learned from the past, this guy came to him, not knowing what he was up to.

It's better to hide, to avoid being influenced by what the other party says!

Da Qin proposed to use a competition venue. After all, the more you go to the back, the more exciting it is, and you should not miss every competition.

Datang He Daming agreed, but the first match was a contest between the monks of the two sides, which was extremely perfunctory.

The people in Daqin were angry, but there was nothing they could do.

Bao Fuxin shook his head, then turned around and asked, "Teacher, how is the martial artist competition going?"

"It's very tragic over there. At present, two-thirds of me, Daqin, have been killed or injured!" Zhou Shi's words made Bao review his heart shudder.

Warriors are geniuses from families of various countries. Datang and Ming have clearly teamed up. Although Daqin adopted the method of multiplayer, the martial artist competition is too dangerous.

After all, they were fighting at close quarters, a single negligence could result in their death on the spot, and both sides wanted to put the other party to death, let alone give up the chance to admit defeat.

Thousands of people from Great Qin fought, and now almost one-third of them were killed or injured. This loss is not small.

These people will all be candidates for leading the army in the future, and I don't know if the loss here is worth it.

Fortunately, my parents didn't participate, they happened to be over the age limit, even if they didn't, Bao Fuxin wouldn't let them participate.

Although it is helpful for them to improve themselves, after all, there is no chance for parents to participate in actual combat, which is very unfavorable for breakthrough masters.

But Bao Fuxin would rather be like this!
It was finally his appearance. Bao Fuxin flew into the arena and stood firmly. His opponent did the same.

"Da Qin Fu Yuan Zong Bao Fuxin!" Bao Fuxin signed up first.

"Daming Chongtianmen Dongchen!"

Both sides made moves at the same time, but this time Bao Fuxin was not defending, but attacking. He just shook his hand and hit out with a fire sword talisman.

"Pfft..."

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(End of this chapter)