When he turned around and saw only half of the mace left on his hand, the monk's eyes almost fell to the ground.

"This, how is this possible?"

I was really shocked to sit up in a dying illness. The clown was me!

The moment the two immortal weapons collided, Jiufang Mingyue almost turned around and left, but at the moment of the collision, she suddenly felt something?

"This kid seems to have used artifact sacrifice!"

When the mace was broken, Jiufang Mingyue completely believed in her guess because she couldn't find out as she expected that He Sheng's fairy sword absorbed the spirit of the broken mace.

A hint of surprise flashed across Jiufang Mingyue's face. This was indeed the artifact sacrifice of Master Qibao.

She once heard from her master that the Seven Treasures Immortal has a very mysterious weapon refining technique, which is the refined immortal weapon, which requires countless other immortal weapons to sacrifice and refine, absorb the spiritual charm of other objects to strengthen itself.

Although the immortal weapons finally refined in this weapon refining technique are all extraordinary immortal weapons, they require too many immortal weapons, so few people are willing to learn them.

And isn’t this competition the best artifact sacrifice site?

Don’t worry about wasting immortal weapons. Anyway, according to the competition rules, as long as the competition participates, all the people who participate in the competition will come forward to participate in the collision. Even if the immortal weapons are destroyed, it will only mean that your skills are not as good as others.

Jiufang Mingyue finally understood why He Sheng was on the stage first.

Song Changjiang was also very confused. He hadn't seen it yet. He Sheng used artifact refining techniques such as artifact sacrifice. He thought it was just He Sheng's luck and happened to encounter a cultivator who was worse than him. So he didn't take it seriously.

He just saw the meteor hammer refined by his disciples, which was at least as good as a low-grade peak immortal weapon. He was definitely the first in the competition in this marginal area.

"Next."

Si Ming, who was in the abbot's competition, shouted that although they were a little surprised by the performance of He Sheng's fire stick, they didn't care much. After all, this was just the first game and it couldn't prove anything.

At this time, another monk holding a golden Liuyun mace came up. The spiritual fluctuations on the Liuyun mace were very obvious, as if they were close to the level of a low-grade interrupting immortal weapon.

Both Si Mings were very optimistic about this Liuyun mace, and it seemed that He Sheng could only stop there.

The cultivator holding the Liuyun mace was also very satisfied. He just saw He Sheng's fairy sword smashing the mace, but the mace can only be regarded as the lowest-grade immortal weapon. In his opinion, it is no different from garbage. If his Liuyun mace collides with it, he may not have to hit it and smash the mace.

Therefore, he didn't take He Sheng seriously at all. His goal was to get out of this small area and win the first place, and compete with the masters in the central area.

"Suppress your cultivation to the first level of immortal spirit, prepare and hit!"

Si Ming's voice came again.

Both of them followed suit and suppressed their cultivation level to the first level of immortal spirits, and a sword and a mace collided suddenly.

"Clam!"

A crisp sound came from the air, the next second.

An incredible scene appeared again, and the monk holding the Golden Flow Cloud Mace stared at the half-cut immortal weapon in his hand as if he saw a ghost.

Jiufang Mingyue's face was completely stretched out, without any depression. In her opinion, it was already expected that He Sheng's immortal weapon could enter the central area.

Song Changjiang's face was the opposite. He began to become solemn. He personally felt the Golden Flow Cloud Mace, which was of the level of a low-grade middle-level immortal weapon! Why was it destroyed by He Sheng's inconspicuous fire stick?

Could it be that He Sheng used some means to cheat?

As soon as Song Changjiang thought so, the cultivator who destroyed the immortal weapon by He Sheng shouted: "Si Ming, I don't accept it. This person must have used spiritual power above the first level of the immortal spirit. Otherwise, my immortal weapon would not have been shattered by him."

Some monks present who participated in the competition also agreed, "Yes! He must have used some means to cheat. It is recommended that Si Ming investigate thoroughly!"

The two Si Mings who were in charge of the competition exchanged a look, and one of them said loudly: "He Sheng, it's just a second-level immortal cultivator. Do you think he can cheat in front of us?"

"This...if it wasn't for cheating, how could he cut off my Liuyun mace? If you don't give me an explanation, I'll report this to Dashiming?"

The monk holding the broken mace refused to give in.

Both Si Ming frowned. They knew very well that He Sheng did not cheat, but they really couldn't explain it clearly. If they forced themselves to suppress the situation with their Si Ming's identity and make trouble for Da Si Ming, they might be scolded.

Some monks who were not interested in the bigotry began to cheer again: "Si Ming, you can't just protect him just because he is He Sheng! Our Taoist temple is the most fair."

"Yes! This kind of villain who is favoritism and fraud cannot be allowed to corrupt the atmosphere of our Taoist court. We must thoroughly investigate this matter."

Seeing this, Song Changjiang showed a wicked smile on his lips. Although he didn't see where He Sheng was cheating, he was happy to see He Sheng get out like this.

Just when the two Si Ming, who was hosting the competition, was in a headache, He Sheng snorted coldly: "This is not simple, I'll just try again."

After saying that, before everyone could react, He Sheng drew his sword again, and without any surprise, he cut the broken mace into two pieces.

"This, this..." The monks who had just had the most fierce conversation were speechless when facing this naked fact.

The monk holding a small half of the cutter mace had a look even more ugly than eating shit. He just felt clearly that He Sheng had only used the strength of the first-class immortal spirit. If he was still messing around at this time, he would really be rude.

He Sheng smiled faintly: "Did you see clearly?

If I have any questions, I don't mind performing again."

Hearing this, the monk holding the broken mace was extremely ashamed and angry. He felt that his dignity was not only broken by He Sheng, but also rubbed on the ground.

Do it again, is it necessary to rub your dignity into powder?

The monk had no face to stay, threw down his broken mace and left in a panic.

The two Si Ming breathed a sigh of relief and both looked grateful to He Sheng. At this time, they no longer dared to underestimate the fire stick in He Sheng's hand and no longer had the immortal sword.

No matter how ugly you are, you are a good thing if you have the strength.

"Is there anyone else who has different opinions?"

A Si Ming glanced at the people who had made the most violent just now. These people were threatening him just now. If he dared to jump out again, he wouldn't mind giving them some colors.

All the monks buried their heads deeply and became ostrich-like.

"Okay, next one!"

At this time, another monk holding a kissing axe came up. The monk witnessed He Sheng's broken mace and Liuyun mace, and no longer dared to underestimate the fire stick in He Sheng's hand. He walked carefully to the opposite side of He Sheng and stood.

"Prepare, bump!"

The monk focused all his energy on the Kiss Axe, intending to exert the state of the Kiss Axe to the extreme.
Chapter completed!