After the Dan Fighting Competition, Wang An received a show of kindness from all forces, and flew into his room one by one, and Wang An did not accept it one by one.

Half of the people who showed good things to Wang An were because Han Qinsheng, who was behind him, made this move, while the rest had demands, and wanted to ask Wang An to refine elixirs, which was also what Wang An needed. If he wanted to advance to the alchemy master, he naturally needed a lot of medicinal materials to practice.

On the seventh day, in the battle competition, the top 100 players in each arena were finally selected. After two days and two days, Wang An successfully entered the top 100 players.

At this moment, Wang An did not reveal his true cultivation. Many people basically gave in when they saw Wang An. After all, no one was willing to offend a high-level alchemist easily.

There are also monks who refine Qi eleven or just entered the twelfth level who did not buy Wang An’s account, but were naturally beaten down by Wang Ansheng. With the strength of his ancestor witch's golden body, he was basically invincible under the foundation building.

After entering the top 100, Wang An's first opponent was actually a master at the 12th level of Qi Refining.

"Junior Brother Wang Jian Qingfeng!" The other party was a Taoist in his fifties, with a righteous spirit and a lightning look.

"I have seen Senior Brother Jian." Wang An replied without saying a word.

"I know that Junior Brother Wang is a high-level physical cultivation, and I am a high-level talisman master. I will do my best to deal with you." Jian Qingfeng said with a serious face.

"I, Cao..." Wang An cursed directly, because while speaking, Jian Qingfeng actually quietly released several entangled talismans.

All this is complicated, but in fact it is just a moment of effort.

Fortunately, Wang An practiced the Eight Desolation Heavenly Art, and his spiritual sense was far superior to the same level, and he suddenly discovered Jian Qingfeng's small movement.

"Haha..." Wang An retreated ten feet away, his spiritual energy surging. He chuckled and raised his arms.

Various spells appeared instantly, Red Flame, Wind Blade, Netherworld... The overwhelming spells suddenly enveloped Jian Qingfeng.

"Do you have more talismans or my magic?"

"How is that possible?" Jian Qingfeng looked shocked and threw out defensive talismans at the same time. "Your spell can be instantly emitted."

The various magical magics were intertwined, and a huge explosion occurred in an instant, the air was shocking, and a dangerous aura spread everywhere.

"What a scary spell collision!"

"It's worthy of being a confrontation between the top 100 players."

"Come on, Brother Wang An!"

Many Wang An fans have begun to cheer for Wang An.

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The two of them went back and forth, and they fought over a hundred moves in an instant.

"Haha, Lao Han, what if you don't accept him or let him be my apprentice?" Zhang Xiaotian said with interest.

The four golden elixir monks on the rostrum were also observing Wang An's fighting.

"Who said he was not my apprentice?" Han Qinsheng looked like he was blowing his beard and staring at his eyes.

"This kid is indeed a genius. Although he is a person with five spirit roots, he has actually refined all the magic he used to stand to the realm of seal formation."

"Haha..." Jiang Wenhao and Han Qinqinsheng suddenly laughed in unison. "It seems that our guess is definitely the same."

"What's the secret of this guy?" Nangong Liuying also became interested at this moment.

"Have you seen the useless people with the Five Spirit Roots. After one year of entry, I became a high-level alchemist? Every spell has been refined to the seal realm?" Han Qinsheng did not directly answer her.

Gong Shang Liuying and Zhang Xiaotian looked at each other. To be honest, there was no such genius in Baicao Sect.

"Ancient Bloodline?" Gong Shang Liuying said these four words uncertainly.

When Zhang Xiaotian heard Gong Shang Liuying's words, he was shocked. "Old Han, is Lao Jiang true?"

"I don't know either! I think it's almost the same as the other." Han Qinsheng shook his head.

"Haha, is our Baicao Sect going to rise?" In an instant, the law enforcement hall master looked at Wang An as if he was looking at a piece of pure gold jade.

Gong Shang Liuying looked at Wang An, and Feng's eyes were round, "It seems that Yu Mo lost without any wickedness."

"Haha, I understand. Junior brother is indeed a genius. It seems that your spells have reached the level of sealing. It seems that I can't hide my weakness anymore." Jian Qingfeng showed a strong sense of fighting on his face.

He slowly took out a golden talisman. The talisman was surrounded by dense runes, and in the middle was a tiger roaring towards the sky, and there seemed to be a roar of a tiger; the talisman appeared, exuding a throbbing breath, which was so powerful that it chased the foundation-building cultivator.

Staring at the talisman on Jian Qingfeng's hand, Wang An's face appeared with an unprecedented look of alertness; a bronze halo appeared on him.

"If I read it correctly, this is the legendary beast talisman." Wang Anluo thought, and a record of the beast talisman appeared in his mind.

The beast talisman is an extremely rare talisman, and the creator must have the level of a high-level talisman master or above.

When making beast talismans, a monster with complete consciousness must be sealed into the talisman forever. During this process, the talismans are extremely unstable and often explode.

At the same time, the beast soul is also very rare. There must be a monster above the second level to have a solidified soul that can be easily taken.

According to legend, there was an immortal talisman master in ancient times who sealed the true spirit-level monster to make beast souls, and its power was unpredictable.

"Haha, my junior brother has a good look. My talisman seals the soul of a second-level primary purple-eyed tiger." After saying that, Jian Qingfeng shook his hand, and the talisman suddenly turned into a tiger in the weather.

"Wooah..."

A deafening tiger roared through the sky, and a lifelike tiger roared to the sky in the air.

I saw a one-horned head, my eyes were filled with purple light, and my breath was as dark as an abyss.

The purple-eyed tiger shook, and in one breath, it reached Wang An. He rushed towards Wang An with a hungry tiger pounced on food.

"Drink!" Wang An shouted in a deep voice, his fists were like lightning, and he hit the tiger's chest.

"Wooah..." The tiger turned around and turned around. Wang An was not relaxed, and the tiger's arms were bleeding.

"I was actually injured, it was really amazing." Wang An took a few steps back, looking shocked. The body refining he was proud of was actually broken at this moment.

A yellow light flashed on Wang An's arm, and the wound stopped bleeding instantly. All this was just a flesh-like wound and had little impact on Wang An.

Jian Qingfeng was not relaxed at this moment, and sweat was on his forehead. It seemed that his control of this beast soul talisman consumed him a lot.

In the blink of an eye, a man and a tiger slammed hundreds of moves, and the aura on the purple-eyed tiger gradually weakened. At this time, Jian Qingfeng's face was like gold foil.

"Break!" Wang An suddenly punched the tiger again, and saw it whimpering, turning into a dull talisman and falling in front of Jian Qingfeng.
Chapter completed!