Chapter 48 has ended

  "Thousand-Handed, Storm Technique?"

  Yang Yi saw that inside the space ring there were many small books, which contained many martial skills. However, after a brief glance, Yang Yi was still more interested in these two.

  Yang had a poisonous glove on his hand, and the Thousand Layered Hand that Bai Yi had previously displayed was indeed extremely powerful, making it impossible to defend against. With Yang's poisonous glove added to the mix, it was like adding wings to a tiger.

  Although the Storm Technique is only a mid-grade technique, due to its mysterious nature, the effect of a mid-grade technique can sometimes surpass that of a high-grade martial skill.

  Apart from these priceless cultivation manuals, there were those piles of terrifying blood crystals. Even Yang Yi, who possessed over 50 million blood crystals, felt inferior in comparison. At a rough glance, Bai Yi's blood crystals numbered at least tens of millions, truly terrifying. No wonder he was the only son of the master of the Mottled Sky Cave, his wealth was simply unimaginable.

  Of course, all these riches ultimately fell into Yang Yi's pocket.

  "There's only one more day before the qualifying match, and with my current state, having lost a drop of essence blood, my strength has been greatly reduced. I must quickly re-condense the sixth drop of essence blood. Heh heh, fortunately, I still have an ace up my sleeve!"

  Yang Yi's body was circulating blood, in his heart there was a whirlpool, and in the whirlpool there were threads of condensed small black dots, which turned out to be the sixth drop of essence.

  In fact, Yang Yi did not burn the sixth drop of essence completely, but left a little bit, just like a seed, so that it would be much simpler to resume cultivation later.

  "With so much refined blood, it's simply a breeze to cultivate again!"

  Yang Yi immediately refined many of the pure bloods collected by Bai Yi in the space ring into his own blood vessels.

  "Humming"

  Bottle after bottle, drop by drop, countless vital energy was refined into the body, infinite power raged on, and the drop of vital energy in the heart finally began to slowly absorb and grow.

  The heart is crazily beating, constantly transporting strength to all four limbs.

  Although the hundred bottles of essence blood were numerous, they couldn't withstand Yang Yi's crazed refining. Several hours passed and Yang Yi almost didn't stop refining, and that sixth drop of essence blood finally recovered as well.

  Yang Yi's pure blood power will be even stronger, and the price is these hundred bottles of pure blood.

  "Call"

  Yang Yi lightly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and his whole body felt the surging power. His essence blood not only recovered to six drops but also seemed to have become even stronger.

  There was also a bottle of essence blood in Yang Yi's hand, which contained Bai Yi's essence blood. However, Yang Yi did not refine it now, he had his own plan.

  "The power contained in Bai Yi's pure blood is not trivial, and if refined now, it would be a waste. At most, it can only help me reach the peak of six drops of pure blood. When I reach the peak of six drops of pure blood later on, I can use this bottle of pure blood to condense the seventh drop of pure blood."

  Yang Yi knew that the later it was, the more difficult it would be to condense the essence and blood. Even a strong person like Bai Yi couldn't be easily killed. Such essence and blood were naturally reserved for use on the blade of a knife.

  This time against Shang Baiyi, if it wasn't for Yang Yi's swift and decisive killing, he might have been the one to die, which shows that Yang Yi's methods are still not perfect.

  "When the fleeting light is cultivated, relying on the body method, it's like adding wings to a tiger. With Thousand Layered Hands and Storm Technique, having one more move means having one more chance of winning. The ranking tournament is not trivial, I must participate in my best state."

  Yang Yi quickly took out the Floating Light Shadow and began to cultivate it with a focused mind.

  Several hours passed quickly, and the ten major regions inside the four-sided mirror had quieted down. No one was killing each other anymore, as the end of the competition was near. Even many cultivators began to silently chant for the end of the tournament.

  Those who were ranked in the top hundred almost all wanted to cheer and jump for joy, once the time arrived, they would officially become disciples of Huā Lóng Gōng, one step into the sky, famous throughout the world.

  However, some people are unmoved, they are still thinking about the upcoming ranking match, these monks want not only a formal disciple quota from Huilong Palace.

  Boom

  Suddenly, the entire world was shaking, a majestic and grand voice clearly resounded in the ears of many cultivators: "The first stage of the Dragon Transformation Grand Competition has ended, all cultivators will be transported to the Dragon Transformation Tower within ten breaths!"

  Yang Yi, who was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, suddenly opened his eyes and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His whole body sprang up, and he lightly shouted: "Floating Light Flash!"

  "Whoosh"

  Yang Yi's speed was like a flash of light, incredibly fast, leaving no afterimage, and in an instant he had traversed a distance of one zhang. This was the Floating Light Flash, with a speed that was matchless and unparalleled, like a ray of light.

  How fast is light? That's invisible to the naked eye, it can be seen that this fleeting light is very powerful.

  "What a pity, only for a short period of time, Qianzhongshou and Fengbao technique can't be practiced temporarily. However, the most important Fuguang Lüying has been successfully cultivated, humph, with this magical martial skill, I will definitely shine in the ranking match."

  Yang Yi has full confidence.

  Ten breaths of time had passed, and many cultivators had not yet reacted when they felt their entire body being instantly bound by an irresistible force, only to disappear without a trace in an instant.

  "Humming"

  Innumerable rays of light lit up on the tenth floor of Huálóng Tower, and these monks were once again transmitted into Huálóng Tower.

  These monks found themselves inside the Dragon Tower, some of whom were overjoyed to tears. Most of these monks had witnessed brutal killings and their own strength was insufficient, so they hid in a secret place, quietly waiting for the end of the Dragon Tournament. For them, not dying was already a huge gain.

  The cultivators on the tenth floor are now sparse, initially having one million cultivators, but now roughly scanning, there are no more than 500,000. In just thirty days, half of the cultivators have died, showing how cruel the first stage of the Dragon Transformation Great Competition is.

  These monks were all discussing, of course, the biggest news this time was naturally Bai Yi's death. The tenth-level monks all wanted to see what kind of person Yang Yi, who had killed Bai Yi and become the first person in the tenth level, really was.

  Many people started looking around and found that there was no sign of Yang Yi. These cultivators all knew each other, so they naturally knew it wasn't Yang Yi.

  One after another, brilliant lights flashed, and one by one, the cultivators continued to appear within the tenth floor, but not a single one was Yang Yi.

  Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed, and everyone's eyes were focused at once.