Clan Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Hints

Moreover, in a magical duel, he preferred to keep as low a profile as possible.

"Please go ahead, Daoist Chen!" Lin Shiming gestured with his hand.

Chen Xuankong's face indeed turned unsightly. With a flip of his hand, he took out a Dharma Seal, which instantly transformed into the size of a small mountain, smashing towards Lin Shiming.

The Dharma Seal was clearly a Supreme Grade Magic Artifact, seemingly engraved with wind attribute Spirit Patterns, and its speed was astonishingly fast. In the blink of an eye, it hovered above Lin Shiming, turning into a thick earthen yellow Spirit Mountain, and with a thunderous crash, it bore down, emitting waves of terrifying sounds.

Lin Shiming's Rolling Divine Plate immediately raised horizontally, blocking the Dharma Seal.

At the same time, innumerable Poisonous Dragon Vines wildly danced on the arena, like poisonous dragons releasing a toxic mist, binding towards Chen Xuankong.

Chen Xuankong didn't show any surprise; rather, as if he had anticipated this, three Spirit Swords appeared around him, unfolding an impenetrable curtain of swords. In addition to that, a Beast Banner also flapped wildly in the wind.

Suddenly, a large amount of cold wind swept through, dispersing the toxic mist of the Poisonous Dragon Vines, preventing them from quickly reforming.

The Beast Banner even manifested several Third Rank late-stage beast spirits, assaulting Lin Shiming.

Not only that, but the Spirit Swords that had slashed through the Poisonous Dragon Vines shot out immediately, transforming into three rainbows of light, soaring towards Lin Shiming from behind.

A hint of a smirk appeared on Chen Xuankong's lips, attacking a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator from three directions. Even if the cultivator was a genius, or had excellent Sword Dao, in his view, defeat was inevitable!

However, when he looked again, Lin Shiming had already summoned the Purple Wood Profound Heavenly Sword Formation.

A total of thirty-six Superior Grade Formation Swords converged into four small Sword Arrays.

Blocking Chen Xuankong's tri-directional attack all at once.

Suddenly, countless Purple Gold Vines surged up from the ground.

The Purple Gold Vines moved extremely fast, forcing Chen Xuankong to retreat dozens of feet and take to the air on his sword.

But at that moment, Lin Shiming's four sets of Sword Arrays combined into one sword.

And a sky full of Sword Intent surged open, with numerous Grass Swords appearing in mid-air.

All pressing towards Chen Xuankong.

Chen Xuankong took out a wooden shield Magic Artifact, placing it in front of him, but under the Sword Array's assault, he was still sent flying, his Spirit Light greatly diminished.

He released all his Spirit Swords and the Beast Banner at once, trying to withstand the Sword Array.

Only by employing all his methods was he able to barely block it.

Before Chen Xuankong could be surprised, he saw the Purple Gold Vines attacking once more. He parried with his sword horizontally.

But the Purple Gold Vines were not mere vines; they were roots as hard as iron spears. In moments the defense of the Spirit Swords was broken, and he was immediately bound by the toxic mist that coalesced into Poisonous Dragon Vines.

"Daoist Chen, I appreciate your leniency!" Lin Shiming spoke up.

Chen Xuankong's face was extremely unsightly, but in this moment, he had indeed lost, defeated by a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator.

Moreover, he understood that Lin Shiming, in response to his verbal abuse, had still held back; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have been able to compete even for fifteen minutes on the arena!

Following Chen Xuankong's defeat, Lin Shiming also took out an Intermediate Grade Spirit Stone, swallowing it, along with a True Yuan restoring Spirit Pill.

His complexion also turned slightly pale, as if the recent duel had drained a significant amount of True Yuan.

"Hmm, Daoist Lin is truly formidable, I am incomparable," said Chen Xuankong, his face somewhat unsightly, remembering how he had earlier advised Lin Shiming to concede. He could no longer stay, and headed to the fifteenth arena.

The defense of the arena ended without surprise, the Zhang Family secured a total of forty-two shops, from the thirtieth arena, the tenth arena, and two single arenas.

The Lin Family gained twenty-two shops.

The Chen Family, on the other hand, had eighteen shops, outdoing others in the realm of Qi Cultivation amongst the younger cultivators.

As the struggle for the shops in the arena came to an end, the atmosphere within the Qingyun Market did not subside; in fact, it began to feel somewhat oppressive.

And at that moment, in the void above Qingyun Market, an elder wearing Daoist robes appeared, stepping through the air.

The elder did not seem to emit any True Yuan Spiritual Energy or any imposing aura.

However, as soon as the elder appeared, Zhang Haoling bowed deeply in respect.

Joining him in the salute were all the members of the Zhang Family.

And immediately, the crowd understood the identity of the newcomer.

Yunling Hermit!