I have all kinds of magical powers

After Mingzhi retreated, he winked behind him.

Immediately, a short-sleeved teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old walked out from the Daluo Sect disciples. He had two black cloth bags hanging around his waist. He had a handsome face and looked very energetic. He was at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

The middle-aged scholar glanced at the short-sleeved teenager, turned his head and said indifferently.

"Yu Cheng, you come up and play the first game first~"

At this time, if Lin Chen, who had the highest cultivation level, was sent up at the beginning, although he could directly win the first game, the next two games would be dangerous.

The middle-aged scholar decided to send the slightly weaker Yu Cheng up first to test the waters.

Yu Cheng agreed, glanced at Lin Chen and the other person beside him, and walked out with a happy face, thinking silently in his heart, Uncle Master still has a crush on me.

He stepped forward and flashed into the circle.

The short-sleeved boy also walked in three or two steps. The two of them were about ten feet apart and looked at each other.

The entire fire cave was illuminated by the magma river and the cracks of the ground fire everywhere.

Everyone was also a little further away from the circle, standing in the distance to watch.

Lin Chen raised his eyes and looked at Yu Cheng and the other person. According to Uncle Master, Daluo Sect is good at refining magic tools, and is especially good at unconventional magic tools. He should pay more attention to it.

Just as they were paying attention, the two of them also started fighting.

Yu Cheng pinched the magic formula with both hands, and his palms snapped together, and then suddenly pulled apart.

In an instant, a hot breath spread, and three fist-sized fireballs appeared between his palms, and they turned into firebirds about the size of a foot.

Then he pushed hard, and three firebirds about a foot long flew out fiercely, and flew several arcs in the air, and it was impossible to determine the flight route.

This was obviously the result of Gu Yunyue's teaching in the past ten days. Several people have made great progress in the control and use of spells.

The short-sleeved boy frowned, stepped on the ground, dodged behind him, raised his left hand, and quickly slapped a black cloth bag on his waist.

With a swoosh, a black shadow rushed out from it.

The black shadow jumped more than two feet high, grabbed with both hands, and "bang"!

A firebird exploded immediately.

The flames and heat waves generated by the explosion of the fireball had no effect on it, but the bright firelight allowed the people outside the field to see the appearance of the black shadow clearly.

"Zombie!"

This is a dark blue zombie, whose flesh and bones have not yet decayed. It is the size of an adult man in his twenties, with a dark blue hue all over its body, a hard and expressionless face, and wide-open eyes that are emerald green.

He raised his hands straight up, his palms were like eagle claws, with sharp claws more than half a foot long on them. With a bend of his body, he could jump up more than two feet high, and his appearance was terrifying.

In just three or two breaths, the remaining two firebirds were destroyed one after another, and the zombie did not receive much damage, but was slightly darker.

But such injuries are nothing to such ghosts.

Yu Cheng looked at the zombie in front of him, his face looked a little ugly, and it was much more difficult to deal with this zombie than the uncles said.

The short-sleeved boy laughed and mocked.

"My black-armored zombie is as strong as fine iron. A mere fireball can't do anything to it~"

Then he made a hand gesture and pointed at the zombie, who immediately jumped up and turned into a black shadow.

He stretched out his claws and grabbed Yu Cheng.

"That may not be the case~"

After Yu Cheng made a sarcastic remark, he shook his body and waved his hand, raising a red cloud of about ten feet, and flew into the air for a short time.

The zombie's limit was only five or six feet high, and it could only stare blankly below.

Yu Cheng's eyes flickered, thinking about how to deal with the man below.

After the middle-aged scholar glanced at him, he turned his head to look at Mingzhi and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone.

"The rank of this corpse is not low, it is at the peak of the first rank, and it is also a rare black-armored zombie."

"Not to mention a small late-stage Qi-refining disciple, even if we want to smash its body, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."

"Fellow Daoist Mingzhi, are you Daluomen so generous to your Qi-refining disciples?"

Gu Yunyue also turned her head and looked at them, looking a little angry.

Even if the spells she taught were powerful, it would be difficult for these disciples to defeat this black-armored zombie head-on in the past ten days.

Seeing this, Mingzhi smiled bitterly and explained.

"The two Daoists have misunderstood. This black-armored zombie is

It was not specially prepared by us, but given by his elders. "

The middle-aged scholar asked in confusion.

"Elders? What elders?"

Mingzhi said directly.

"This young man's surname is Liu!"

"Surname Liu, could this boy be the descendant of that uncle?"

The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, and said in a somewhat lost voice.

"Yes, it's good that the two Taoist friends understand. Although this person is the nephew of Uncle Liu, he wants to learn the method of refining ghost weapons from our two disciples. We can only accept him and teach him carefully."

"This black-armored zombie was also given by Uncle Liu himself, and it was definitely not given by the two of us. "

Hearing this, the middle-aged scholar and Gu Yunyue looked at each other, revealing a helpless look. Since he is the descendant of the Jindan senior, what else can he say?

Lin Chen also heard the conversation of several people on the side, and didn't know who this Uncle Liu they were talking about was.

Why did I remember that the senior who rewarded me with the minced meat of the monster many years ago seemed to be surnamed Liu, called Liu Wuya, but I didn't know if it was the one from Daluo Sect.

Just as they were talking, the situation in the field changed again.

Yu Cheng used the fireball technique to transform into three fire circles, which tightly wrapped around the black-armored zombie and temporarily restricted it in place.

Then he drove the cloud straight to the short-sleeved boy himself.

Seeing this, the short-sleeved boy was shocked, his body flashed backwards repeatedly, and urged the magic formula to hit the black-armored zombie's body.

Roar~

A series of dull and shrill roars came from the black-armored zombie. 's mouth, and then it began to exert force with its arms.

The dark, purple arms stretched out with all their strength, and with a "bang", the fire ring that bound the upper body was broken.

Then he bent his legs and jumped suddenly, reaching a height of five or six feet, and his black claws grabbed Yu Cheng in the air fiercely.

Yu Cheng, who was chasing the short-sleeved boy, had no choice but to rise into the air again to get rid of the zombie's claws.

"Damn, it seems that I have to try that~"

He thought silently in his heart, and then with a "snap", his palms came together.

He began to gather more fire spirit power. For now, he had to try to activate a more powerful fire dragon technique to defeat the opponent.

The short-sleeved boy below saw this and naturally understood Yu Cheng's idea. He opened his hands and threw out several green wind blades, whistling and cutting towards the air.

Yu Cheng drove the cloud to avoid in the air, and the red light between his palms became more and more, and brighter and brighter.