Chapter 32 Gambling Fight Rong Qing had a complicated look in her eyes and put down the echoing talisman on her forehead. The battle recorded by Yun Tong lasted only a little more than ten breaths, but the content in it made her attach great importance to it. Rong Qing was not sure whether Yun Tong's statement that he did not know the origin of the ghost-faced monk was true or not. However, there was one thing that Rong Qing could confirm, that was that the ghost-faced monk was a Jindan cultivator, and was at the peak of the Jindan stage. There was still room for improvement after he performed the high-level technique, and the strange technique he performed at the end was difficult for Rong Qing to judge because it was recorded by Yun Tong. However, the effect of stripping away the five senses was very amazing. Moreover, during the process of the spell, Yun Tong was completely unaware and was unable to defend himself. This was amazing! The ghost-faced monk did not perform any hand gestures. Could it be that he used some powerful magic weapon? Rong Qing thought about it carefully, but had no clue at all. She was not a cultivator who was good at fighting, and knew very little about this. If it was some big sect, Rong Qing might have heard of or seen their famous magic. But when the scene was switched to this remote South China Sea, and it was among the independent cultivators, she had no way to judge. Not only the last strange magic, but also the black spear that appeared in front, she could only judge based on the momentum and effect, it was indeed some kind of high-level magic, but its origin, name, and even the solution... She didn't know. Rong Qing sighed in her heart, she lacked so much when it came to fighting.
"Fellow Daoist Yu, do you have any ideas?" Meeting Yun Tong's questioning gaze, Rong Qing shook her head helplessly. "I haven't heard of these two techniques either. But he has reached the Golden Core Perfection stage, so he's pretty close." Hearing this, Yun Tong was not disappointed. He guessed that Yu Rong might have a great background and thought he might have some insights, but he didn't expect that he knew nothing. With the Golden Core's perfect cultivation, even if the Ghost-faced Monk had a restriction that allowed him to conceal his aura, he could still tell based on the battle of ten breaths. "Ah. If we can get some useful information from the magic or other characteristics of the ghost-faced monk, it will be extremely beneficial to us." As he spoke, Yun Tong took out another Echo Talisman and recorded it for a moment before handing it to Rong Qing. "This is the record of the three battles between our Baishi Temple and the disciples of the ghost-faced monk." Rong Qing was a little happy to see Yun Tong providing her with new information. There was nothing to discover from the Ghost Face Monk, but maybe she could find some clues from his disciples. Just with this look, Rong Qing's face darkened. The Echo Talisman did record three battles. However, they were not ordinary battles, but gambling battles! The stakes are those three northern states. The first match was between Cheng Ke and Shan Xing. One was in the late stage of Qi Refining and the other was in the early stage of Foundation Building. The whole fight was relatively simple. Cheng Ke used, of course, his iconic flying knife. Now it has been broken and taken away by Rong Qing as garbage. The magic weapon used by Shan Xing was a whisk. Rong Qing saw that Shan Xing's casting speed was not slow, so he knew that his foundation was still quite solid. In Rong Qing's opinion, Qi refining and foundation building were not much different. It was common for both sides to win and lose. And the result of this first battle was that Shanxing won! Rong Qing did not miss the resentful look that Cheng Ke gave Shan Xing at the last time. Yan Shuang knew this junior fellow's temperament very well, and he quickly calmed him down before flying over. The thing under his feet was exactly that small boat. She stroked the ghost mask on her temples, and her bright red dress scorched people's eyes. Yan Shuang covered her lips and smiled softly, "My Taoist name is Yan Shuang, and I hope you will not show mercy." The word "remain merciful" came out of her lips in a lingering voice. As soon as the last word fell, Yan Shuang stretched out her hand from her sleeve, revealing her snow-white right hand. A hand seal was already formed. "Hmph." Seeing this, the male cultivator who had reached the Perfect Foundation Establishment stage sent by Baishi Temple reacted quickly. He pinched his fingers at the same time, and a giant tripod was summoned from his storage bag. Originally only the size of a palm, it suddenly expanded to half the height of a person, a size that required two people to hold together. Yan Shuang's attack was an extremely powerful one, but he was not afraid. He just faced it without any need to block. The male cultivator grinned and looked with satisfaction at the three slender red needles blocked by the giant tripod.
If most people were to encounter a sudden attack, their first reaction would be to quickly cast a defensive spell. However, the male cultivator who fought with Yan Shuang thought that this idea was completely wrong. It was a waste of spiritual power to block the attack. In a battle between cultivators of the same level, there was no way they could not block the attack. However, the spiritual power used up in a fierce battle was difficult to effectively replenish. In a battle of equal strength, any use of spiritual power needs to be carefully calculated. He now summoned his most commonly used magical weapon and directly controlled it to crash into Yan Shuang. This tripod was extremely heavy. Under the control of the male cultivator, it smashed towards her with great force. The three flying needles controlled by Yan Shuang that got ahead were completely shrouded in the shadow of the giant tripod. The male cultivator seemed to want to see the three flying needles being scattered by the force of the giant tripod. The male cultivator had great confidence in this specially enhanced hardness weapon, and even had the leisure to watch Yan Shuang's joke. However, this sight made the male cultivator feel curious. Yan Shuang had a pretty face and her red lips curled slightly, looking very confident. Her beautiful eyes met the male cultivator's probing gaze with a half-smile. Not good! A strange feeling suddenly passed through the male cultivator's heart. The next moment, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably. His chest seemed to be hit by an invisible object, and a huge dent appeared. The male cultivator flew backwards uncontrollably. Three thin red needles suddenly appeared in front of him. How could this happen?! The male cultivator roared madly in his heart. Now, he understood. The giant tripod did not suppress the red needle as easily as he was confident. Instead, it was pierced through! The magic light on the giant tripod, which was not obvious to begin with, was completely dimmed this time. It only took a breath to understand this, and this breath was enough for the three thin red needles to catch up with him. "That's enough." Yun Tong sighed softly, "In the second battle, we admit defeat." The male cultivator had just begun to feel an intense panic before his death when a gentle force caught him steadily, slowly slowing down his backward flight until he was stopped far away. The male cultivator was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly turned red, he knelt on his knees, and said painfully, "Master, it was Feng Cong who brought shame upon you." Yun Tong waved her hands behind her, letting Feng digest the defeat on her own. As Yuntong suddenly broke into the battle, three thin red needles were forced to stop in front of Yuntong. There is still a gap between foundation building and golden elixir. At least Yun Tong just waved his sleeves calmly, and the fierce red needle had to be suppressed. Can't move forward! Yan Shuang is the master of the red needle. No matter how she mobilizes her spiritual power and controls it, she feels trapped in the extremely oppressive mud. Golden Pill, this is the Golden Pill! Yan Shuang did not feel frustrated, but was ignited with fighting spirit, and looked at Yun Tong with fiery eyes. In the near future, she will also enter this realm. (End of this chapter)