Chapter 84

Qin Fengming arrived early at the arena. Today was the final competition. www..com

In the valley, all the disciples were extremely excited, as today would determine the final forty participants for the mine battle.

Not long after, Master Wang appeared in the sky above the arena, hovering motionlessly. He loudly announced:

"The final forty disciples will be decided today. After several days of competition, only forty-six disciples remain."

"The rules for today's competition are as follows: These forty-six disciples will draw a number. Those who draw numbers forty-one to forty-six will choose one of the disciples numbered one to forty to compete against. The winners will enter the top forty, and the losers will be eliminated. Now, go and draw your numbers."

After hearing the rules for today's competition, Qin Fengming was surprised. He didn't expect this method to be used.

Following the others, Qin Fengming also drew a number. Upon closer inspection, it was number thirty-seven. Knowing he didn't need to choose an opponent, he only had to wait for an opponent to choose him. He thought to himself that among the forty-six, his cultivation was the lowest, and it was only natural that he would be chosen. However, he wasn't too concerned about it.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had been in charge of the previous days flew up and said:

"All forty-six remaining disciples have drawn their numbers. The last six disciples will now choose their opponents. Look at the numbers of the top forty cultivators, and you only need to write the corresponding number on your number plate using spiritual energy."

As he spoke, he waved his hand. A large light wall appeared in the sky, displaying forty green names.

Upon seeing this, everyone was stunned. Such a miraculous phenomenon left them all in awe of the middle-aged man's abilities.

Qin Fengming carefully examined the names on the light wall. Most of them were unfamiliar to him, but he recognized two: Senior Sister Zeng and Feng Lang, the owner of the first high-grade magical artifact he had refined. He had met both of them.

After just a short while, six of the names turned red.

What surprised him was that his name was not among the six, leaving him quite puzzled.

Logically, his strength wasn't outstanding, so he couldn't understand why no one had chosen him. After some thought, he realized that these six might fear his talismans. He couldn't help but feel a sense of joy.

Soon, the competition began. After nearly an hour of intense battles, the final forty participants were determined.

Among these forty, there were seven women, each with remarkable beauty. Qin Fengming listened to the discussions among the disciples and learned that each of these seven women had a powerful backer.

After the competition, Master Wang announced that the selection had been successfully completed. The forty winners were to gather at the main hall of Yunque Peak at dawn the next day.

Through this series of competitions, Qin Fengming had become a sensation. Among the lower-rank disciples of Luoxia Sect, few now remained who did not recognize him.

The next day, as soon as it was light, Qin Fengming set off for the main hall of Yunque Peak.

On his way, he encountered many Luoxia Sect disciples, many of whom greeted him. He had become a celebrity in the sect.

When he arrived at the main hall, several dozen disciples were already there. Seeing everyone quietly sitting on cushions, he found a secluded spot, sat down, and closed his eyes to meditate.

Disciples continued to arrive at the main hall one after another.

As soon as it was dawn, Master Wang and two others appeared in the main hall. One of them was the middle-aged man who had been in charge of the competition, and the other was an old man with red hair.

Master Wang looked at the disciples and nodded slightly, saying, "After several rounds of competition, you forty disciples have made it to the final round. Well done. The rewards will be distributed by Junior Brother Zhu."

He pointed to the middle-aged man and continued:

"You forty will represent Luoxia Sect in the spirit stone mine battle to be held at Xuelian Sect in eight months. This battle is crucial for our sect's control of the spirit stone mines. In the next six months, you will train under Junior Brother Zhu and Junior Brother Bai. Your goal is to secure at least the top three positions."

"Junior Brother Zhu will teach you the techniques for controlling magical artifacts, and Junior Brother Bai will teach you the application of various spells. When you go to the competition, our sect will provide each of you with a high-grade magical artifact. I hope you will do your best and not let down the expectations of our sect. Now, I will leave you in the hands of Junior Brother Zhu and Junior Brother Bai."

After speaking, Master Wang turned and left the hall.

Seeing that the master had left, the middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "Now, I will distribute the rewards to you. Make sure you receive them." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and dozens of red pills flew to each of the disciples.

The pills had an incomparable fragrance, refreshing the mind and lungs. Upon smelling them, everyone felt a surge of energy. The pills stopped two feet in front of each person, spinning in the air, a display of incredible skill that left everyone in awe.

Seeing the bright light in everyone's eyes, Uncle Zhu smiled slightly:

"This is the technique of control. If you practice diligently, you can also reach this level." Everyone was enlightened and looked at Uncle Zhu with admiration.

After seeing everyone receive the foundation-building pills, Uncle Zhu continued:

"Today, I will teach you the technique of controlling magical artifacts. This technique is divided into four parts: Control, Command, Speed, and Stability. The techniques I demonstrated earlier were the Control and Stability techniques. For the next three months, I will be here. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Now, I will teach you the incantations, and you must memorize them carefully."

After speaking, Uncle Zhu taught the four incantations to everyone and instructed them to practice and comprehend them on their own.

Seeing that everyone had memorized them, the old man with red hair named Bai stepped forward and said, "I will teach you the techniques for using low-level spells. Now, you can watch me demonstrate."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a fireball appeared at his fingertip. He flicked his middle finger, and another fireball appeared. The two fireballs danced and changed positions at his fingertips, moving very quickly.

Suddenly, the two fireballs collided and merged into one, slightly larger than the original.

He flicked his middle finger again, and another fireball appeared. The large and small fireballs collided and merged into one. This process continued until six fireballs had merged.

At this point, the merged fireball was the size of a baby's fist. The old man flicked his finger, and the fireball shot out, heading straight for a large rock outside the hall. A loud explosion was heard, and the rock was shattered into pieces. Everyone was shocked by the power, which was comparable to a full-strength attack from a high-grade magical artifact.

Qin Fengming observed carefully. The old man's technique was no less powerful than a high-level spell.

Seeing the shocked expressions of the disciples, the old man named Bai chuckled, "Don't underestimate low-level spells. Sometimes, low-level spells can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary. I hope you will study them well in the future."