Chapter 530 A Spiritual Treasure Combining Technology and Immortal Cultivation
On the arena, more than a hundred ordinary foundation-building stage monks confronted each other, holding the spirit treasures refined by the refiners in their hands.
There are two restrictions on the refining materials and the use of monks in the foundation period. These spirit treasures are the lowest level of magic weapons, which are just enough for monks in the foundation period.
The foundation-building cultivator representing the suzerain of Luban Zong fought against the foundation-building cultivator representing the Luban Zong elder.
"Sovereign, what are you refining? It looks like a gun." Luban Sect Master and the elders communicated in the audience.
Sovereign Lu Banzong nodded: "This is a double gun I designed with reference to the world of ringing bells. Driven by aura, it is far more powerful than gunpowder."
Foundation stage monks hold double guns, their movements are a bit jerky, and they are not familiar with the combination of this kind of technology and immortal cultivation.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—
Four aura bullets hit the foundation-building cultivator representing Elder Lu Banzong. The opponent was wearing armor, and the bullets hit it with only dents.
Two foundation-building monks were fighting, and the monk representing the suzerain of Luban was at a disadvantage and could not pose a threat to the other party.
"Haha, suzerain, you can't do this. You can't penetrate my defense. The power of the bullet is too small." Elder Lu Banzong was happy, "If you refine a powerful weapon, my armor will definitely not be able to stop it, but it's a pity that you don't have it."
While Elder Lu Banzong was gloating, the situation changed.
The parts of the two pistols are decomposed, deformed, and fused to become a small rocket launcher.
Filled with spiritual energy, boom—
The spiritual energy shell was fired, Elder Lu Banzong's expression changed drastically, and he shot decisively, blocking the shell.
The power of this cannonball cannot be blocked by his refined armor.
"Elder Sun, I told you a long time ago, you can't talk too much."
"Before the battle, I told this little monk that we should first shoot a few shots to test the accuracy of the head, and then determine the weak point according to the position of the hit on the armor. Finally, the two guns will be combined to shoot small shells."
Lu Banzong said with a smile.
The elder shook his head helplessly: "After all, I still can't compare with the suzerain."
Luban suzerain won.
…
"Peak Master Tang Ben, although the small shield you made is hard, this little monk is obviously not good at using shields. If he makes a slight mistake, he will lose to the sword I made."
"It means that your foundation-building monks can use swords." Tang Ben rolled his eyes.
"I don't know if it will be used or not. I only know that the chances of winning the attack are definitely higher than the defense."
Tang Ben talked with a master craftsman.
As expected by the master craftsman, the Foundation Establishment cultivator representing Tang Ben dodged hastily, and was almost cut off several times.
The master craftsman felt that victory was in sight. He saw the opponent fall, and it was impossible to avoid the sword.
Unexpectedly, the small shield turned into particles, attached to the skin, and appeared just where the sword was piercing.
The small shield seemed to be alive and kept moving. The cultivator representing the master craftsman stabbed several swords in a row, but all of them were blocked.
"This, what is this?" The master craftsman has never seen this kind of spiritual treasure.
"The product of the combination of nanotechnology and Lingbao, it can detect the enemy's movements and automatically defend."
As the small shield revealed its true power, the situation on the field changed. The small shield was attached to the palm of the monk. The monk clasped his hands together, clamped the cut sword, and then snatched it away.
With the sword and shield in hand, there is no need to continue fighting.
Tang Ben wins.
Before leaving, Tang Ben patted the shoulder of the master craftsman: "If you are in a bad mood, you can go to the world of ringing bells, and you will have unexpected gains."
…
The little cultivator looked bewildered, but followed Ji Zhi's arrangement.
"I think, the first thing is to squat immediately after the race starts."
The opponent punched out, and the squatting little monk was left empty.
"Then sweep the iron bar across the calf and roll backwards twice."
The opponent tripped over the iron rod, threw himself down, and spit out two iron needles from his mouth.
The little monk escaped the hidden weapon attack, and he continued to mutter: "Stand up, turn sideways, and punch forward."
"After two breaths, jump up."
"Spin the iron rod four times as fast as you can."
The little monk spun the iron rod and knocked out several hidden weapons.
"After four breaths, take five steps to the left."
The other party opened his palm, which was full of iron filings. He threw the iron filings towards the little monk. The little monk had already left his place long ago, and the iron filings fell into the empty space.
The master craftsman who forged hidden weapons was furious. The hidden weapons he forged were omnipotent and hurt countless people. He never thought that he would overturn here.
The little monk subdued his opponent with an iron rod, and Ji Zhi won.
…
"Forged a stick?" The young weapon refiner saw that there was nothing unusual about Bai Hongtu's weapon, so he didn't know what the other party wanted to do.
In the arena, as soon as the two little cultivators fought, the young craftsman noticed something was wrong.
The opponent swung down the stick, and the little monk representing him resisted the blow, and cracks appeared in the ring.
Another stick, representing his little monk, was smashed into the ring with both feet.
"This is impossible. The strength of the two sides should be about the same. It is impossible to have such a big difference in a fight."
The young craftsman stared at the battle, and soon figured out why.
"It's the weight, this stick is extremely heavy!"
The iron rod has no fancy functions, the only function is to be heavy enough.
But the young craftsman still couldn't figure out how a heavy stick could be a weapon that a little monk could hold.
"Brighten the secret weapon!" The forging master shouted, and the little monk representing him took out a powerful magnet.
Since you can't fight, grab the weapon!
The weapon is on my side, so I can win as I want.
The iron rod was out of control and flew towards the opposite side.
The heavy iron rod flew towards the opposite side at high speed, and the result was predictable, the opponent was directly knocked into the air.
If there is no magnet as a buffer, this one can make the other party lie in bed for half a year.
Of course, Yuyin will not let this kind of thing happen. If someone is really injured in the game, there will be remedial and compensation methods.
"My thousand-weight stick is not only heavy enough. When the owner of the weapon holds it, it will be very light, but if other people hold it, or if it hits someone else, it will return to its original weight."
Bai Hongtu's refining level is second in Kyushu, but he didn't blow it out.
"Fortunately, I didn't use Jiang Li's statue, otherwise the opponent's magnet would **** the statue and the person together, and finally defeat the little monk who represents me." Fortunately, Bai Hongtu temporarily changed his strategy, got inspiration from Jiang Li's "Journey to the West", and refined a miraculous stick.
Jiang Li didn't remember all the contents of "Journey to the West", but he told Bai Hongtu about the stories inside.
"I just said I've been lucky."
As long as he doesn't meet Jiang Li, Bai Hongtu can do everything smoothly in his life.
When encountering Jiang Li, Bai Hongtu goes against the wind.
(end of this chapter)