Chapter 1197: Thunder Talisman

The audience was also sighing, and everyone was obviously not optimistic about Shen Lang.
Some of the spectators who watched the battle in the form of meditation stage looked with a trace of disdain, thinking that everyone offered magic weapons to launch attacks. If you don’t prompt magic weapons to defend in time, you want to block attacks of this degree with a spiritual shield. What a daydream.
In the eyes of the cultivators in the alchemy stage, if Shen Lang was either shy and without suitable magic weapons, or she was just a rookie who had just entered the alchemy stage.
The blue light gushing from the small blue flag in the hands of the chunky monk hit the sword and shield in front of Shen Lang like lightning.
"Boom boom boom!"
The violent explosion sound wave after wave, the blue light seemed to envelope Shen Lang's whole person, a hurricane was set off all around, and the audience not far from the ring was blown away by the wind and couldn't open their eyes.
"Huh, ignorant boy, you asked for this!" The chunky monk sneered.
Seeing Shen Lang being hit head-on by Qingyunqi's attack, the chunky monk felt that he was mostly dead without a whole body.
But an unexpected scene happened.
After the intensive explosions passed, the blue light dissipated, and Shen Lang still stood in place, unharmed, and the blue and white sword and shield in front of him were also intact.
Everyone outside the field was dumbfounded, and the chunky monk was also dumbfounded.
"Master, come on!"
Xiao Ling'er shouted out loud, her expression calm. Shen Lang could defeat even Duan Jian, how could these San Xiu be opponents of his brother Shen Lang.
"With this power, I am embarrassed to shout?" Shen Lang mocked.
The chunky monk widened his eyes and screamed: "This...this is impossible! How can a mere spiritual shield stop my Qingyun Banner's attack?"
Shen Lang was expressionless, ready to make a quick battle.
With one hand pinched the sword art, thousands of green and white Qi swords gathered in front of him.
"disease!"
With a low drink, countless Qi swords rose into the sky and turned into a dense rain of swords, attacking the chunky monk like a violent storm.
The chunky monk was shocked, and fully urged the green flag magic weapon in his hand.
As soon as the small cyan flag rose a few meters long, the chunky monk shook the flag madly, and a large amount of cyan light surged out like waves, trying to resist the sword rain from all directions.
"Boom boom boom!"
The bluish-white rays of light collided and intertwined, and there was a violent explosion sound. The hard sapphire spar on the ground of the ring was cracked in several layers, forming small holes with potholes.
The blue light that came out of the Qingyun Qi was still struggling to resist the pouring attacks of countless Qi swords, and the chunky monk was flushed with plump face and cold sweat broke out all over.
Shen Lang flicked the sword art with one hand and waved his sleeves.
"Swish!"
The number of qi swords suddenly increased, and thousands of qi swords rose into the sky, instantly suppressing the cyan light surging from the Qingyun Banner.
"Friends of Taoism, please!" The chunky monk was so scared that he couldn't dream that Shen Lang's strength was so strong.
Unfortunately, the chunky monk was too late to shout.
"boom!"
The Qi sword broke open and defeated the blue light emitted by the Qingyun Banner, and the chunky monk was immediately strangled by a large amount of sword light, and his blood was blurred, and even the soul had not had time to escape.
The audience was silent, and everyone couldn't help taking a breath of cold.
Part of the cultivators in the alchemy phase watching the battle looked at Shen Lang with vigilant eyes, with a trace of fear in their hearts.
With just one blow, the cultivator in the early stage of the pill formation in the same realm was killed, and no magic weapon was used yet, this person's strength was truly unfathomable!
Even the purple-clothed youth who presided over the ring battle looked at Shen Lang more.
With his cultivation in the later stage of the formation of alchemy, it is natural to see the power of Shen Lang's sword arts. It seems that there are also talents of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this casual repair.
Mainly because the short and fat young man is a casual cultivator, Shen Lang would kill him without pressure. Anyway, the other party has no background, so he killed him.
Even so, some of those who watched the battle during the meditation stage felt that Shen Lang was a bit too cruel.
"Win on the 11th." The purple-clothed youth announced loudly.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Shen Lang took away the storage ring and Qingyun flag of the chunky monk, and flew out of the ring.
"Congratulations, son of the banner for victory." Xiao Ling'er bowed with a smile on his face.
"Well, Linger, you don't have to be so polite." Shen Lang scratched his head, always feeling very uncomfortable.
"No, Ling'er is the son's maid." Xiao Ling'er said obediently with her beautiful eyes drooping.
Shen Lang was a bit speechless, this girl really missed his maid, and he didn't know what to say.
In short, I won the first game and advanced smoothly.
There are a total of four rounds in this arena. If you win all four rounds, you can get a spot directly.
If you lose in the fourth round, you can still enter the loser's group to continue the fight, and those who get the lead can also get the spot.
Shen Lang's goal is very simple. Naturally, he won all four rounds.
He checked the storage ring of the previous chunky monk and couldn't help being disappointed.
In the early days of the formation of alchemy, the sanctuary was really shabby. Except for the Qingyun Banner, there was not even a high-grade magic weapon in the storage ring, and there were only a few million five-element spirit crystals.
Although poor, it is still a good fortune.
The ring battle lasted for three days, and the second round only took place the next day.
Shen Lang and Xiao Ling'er left the square directly.
Before returning to the Dongfu, Shen Lang went to the Chamber of Commerce and bought some things.
Shen Lang wondered that after he got the quota, there were still a few months before Penglai Mountain opened.
In the past few months, you can prepare something for yourself and make plans for entering Penglai Mountain.
Based on Shen Lang's recent understanding, although the seal of Penglai Mountain has been lifted, it has not yet been allowed to enter.
It is said that there are moving space cracks at the entrance, even the Yuan Ying-period old monsters dare not enter without authorization, and can only enter safely after the seal cracks expand further.
Moreover, it is said that the Alliance did not know where to get a map route of Penglai Mountain, and various rumors did not know whether it was true or false.
In short, Penglai Mountain has been sealed for countless tens of thousands of years, and the ghost knows what will become inside, and maybe there will be some monsters inside.
That kind of Lingshan Holy Land should have many defensive facilities, and the danger is certainly not small for the outside monks to step into it for the first time. Shen Lang must make adequate preparations.
There are two methods of making psychic amulet in Xuandi Qianyuanlu, one is the puppet magic rune, and the other is the thundering amulet.
The puppet magic rune is not very useful to Shen Lang now, but the thunder talisman is too useful.
Thunder Talisman is an offensive thunder talisman in ancient times. It is very powerful and can even damage monks in the pill formation period.
If he can refine a dozen thunder talisman before going to Penglai Mountain, the probability of saving his life will definitely increase a lot.
In the past, the grade of rune pens was too low. Shen Lang spent six million five-element spirit stones and purchased a rune pen made from the tail hair of the eighth-order monster "Blue Eyed Spirit Fox" in the Chamber of Commerce in Stargazing City.