Mortal Seeking Immortal

The middle-aged steward said to the deacons and disciples: "All of you go up on the stage. Today, the headmaster and the elders are here to watch the game. If anyone makes a mistake, they will be in trouble!"

"Yes, sir!"

The deacons and disciples flew to each stage in groups of two.

Seeing that the square was still noisy, the middle-aged steward frowned slightly, activated his spiritual power and shouted loudly: "Silence!"

The square was suddenly quiet, no one dared to speak, and everyone looked at the middle-aged steward.

"Please pay attention, all contestants. I will announce the rules of this Foundation Building Pill Competition next!"

"The Foundation Building Pill Competition is divided into elimination rounds, promotion rounds, and finals. Each match is decided by drawing lots. There is no restriction on the means of competition. Magical instruments, talismans, poisons, formations, etc. can be used!"

"In the competition, killing is prohibited. If one party loses the ability to fight or admits defeat, the other party must stop. I would like to remind you that if you kill a disciple who has already admitted defeat or lost the ability to fight on the stage, you will be disqualified from the competition and handed over to the Law Enforcement Hall for severe punishment. Penalty."

"Each person only needs to play one match in the elimination round, and the winner can enter the promotion round. Each person in the promotion round plays four matches, and the top ten winners enter the final. "

"Final rules: Ten people go on stage to fight, and there is no limit to the means of fighting. Those who are knocked out of the ring are eliminated. The last five people left on the ring can each get a foundation-building pill, and the last person left on the ring will compete for the first place in this foundation-building pill competition. "

Although the Blood Spirit Sect is a serious magic sect, it does not care much about the life and death of menial disciples and outer disciples, but it does not allow inner disciples to kill each other.

Inner disciples are already the core strength of the Blood Spirit Sect, and they are the most likely to break through the foundation-building period. The Blood Spirit Sect has spent a lot of money to train each of them, and they must not die easily.

However, although it is not allowed to kill, it is within the rules of the game to cause serious injuries, and the cruelty of the game will not be reduced because of this rule.

Even every year, there are cases of accidental killings. However, the headmaster and the four elders have seen it all. They can tell whether it is a real accidental killing at a glance. Those who deliberately kill others will inevitably be severely punished by the sect rules.

After the middle-aged manager finished explaining the rules of the competition, he looked around the disciples in the square and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

All the disciples had no doubts.

The middle-aged manager said, "The arenas for this competition are numbered from 1 to 16. Now we will start drawing lots. The disciples who draw numbers 1 to 20 will go to the first arena, the 21st to 40th will go to the second arena, and so on."

After the middle-aged manager finished speaking, two deacon disciples brought out a lottery box and placed it in the center of the square. The lottery box was covered with a small formation, which could even isolate the consciousness of the foundation-building cultivators. The inner disciples who signed up for the competition lined up to draw lots. Ye Zhou, Gu Ling'er, and Liu Mu also joined the team and waited for the draw.

The disciples drew lots very quickly, and it was Ye Zhou's turn to draw lots in a short while. Ye Zhou reached into the lottery box and randomly grabbed a small wooden stick. He took it out and saw that it said number 32. Gu Ling'er and Liu Mu behind him had also finished drawing lots. Gu Ling'er drew number 220, and Liu Mu drew number 189.

Liu Mu looked at the numbers on the sign and said helplessly to Ye Zhou: "This is not good, Junior Brother, our sign numbers are so far apart, I can't help you even if I want to, you have to rely on yourself in the next game."

Ye Zhou smiled and said: "Don't worry, Third Senior Brother, I will be more careful and try not to lose Master's face."

Liu Mu nodded and said: "That's good, Junior Brother, be more careful."

After Liu Mu finished speaking, he and Gu Ling'er went to their respective corresponding arenas. Ye Zhou was assigned to the No. 2 arena closest to him. Ye Zhou held the wooden sign and walked to the No. 2 arena. His spiritual sense slightly scanned the participating disciples waiting under the No. 2 arena and found that most of them were in the tenth level of Qi training, and some of them had reached the eleventh level of Qi training!

Ye Zhou should be the only contestant with the ninth level of Qi training, which led to many people staring at him with malicious sneers.

With such a big gap in cultivation, no matter who faced Ye Zhou, he should be able to easily win and advance directly.

Ye Zhou's expression did not change much. He thought in his heart: "It is very important to hide your weakness in the early stage of the game. I will hide some tricks until the finals so that I can defeat the enemy unexpectedly. I hope I don't encounter too powerful opponents and force me to use some trump cards."

While Ye Zhou was thinking, the head of the sect who was sitting steadily on the high platform had seen Ye Zhou. The head of the sect who was always calm had a solemn expression. He thought Ye Zhou was just here to watch the game, but he didn't expect Ye Zhou to sign up for the competition.

"Nonsense! This kid doesn't think that he can cross the level to fight against the enemy after practicing the "Demon God Body Forging Art"! Although he is quite talented in practicing the "Demon God Body Forging Art" and has made rapid progress, he is definitely not the opponent of other inner disciples. If he is injured in the fight later, it may delay his practice of the "Demon God Body Forging Art."

The elder sitting below the head of the sect was the first to notice the head of the sect's sudden solemn expression. He looked in the direction of the head of the sect with doubts and saw Ye Zhou's slightly familiar face.

The great elder smiled and said, "Haha, it seems that the master has invested a lot of money to compete for the prize this time, and he is willing to send even the newly accepted precious little disciple to participate in the Foundation Establishment Pill Competition." The four elders all said that the master valued Ye Zhou very much. Not only did he often reward him with pills and spirit stones, but he also gave Ye Zhou several medicinal fields on the Blood Cloud Peak to manage. This was a special treatment that the master had never received among his disciples.

The leader immediately regained his calm expression and said slowly and casually: "What's not a treasure? As the saying goes, a jade cannot be made without polishing it. It is indeed my instruction for this boy to come to compete. Young people should practice more and practice more." The strong will fight against each other. Otherwise, it will be difficult to achieve success in practice in the future."

The four elders expressed their admiration after hearing this.

A deacon disciple standing on the second stage took out a small lottery box from the storage bag and placed it in front of him, and said: "Please come on stage in the order of your respective numbers and draw lots again to match this game. opponent."

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in Ye Zhou's mind.

"Ye Zhou, why don't you inform your teacher in advance if you want to compete?"

It was Ye Zhou's master, the head of the Blood Spirit Sect, who was the spiritual voice transmitter.

Ye Zhou turned around and looked at the leader who was sitting on the high seat. The leader was looking at him with a smile, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes. Ye Zhou quickly said: "Master, please atone for your sins, disciple." I have prepared a lot for this competition. If I fail in the competition and Master imposes a punishment, I will never have any complaints."

The leader sighed helplessly: "That's all, that's it. I'm just worried about your safety. You must be careful when you compete later. Don't show off your strength and let your opponent hurt you. As for your face, I don't care about it." Take it seriously, if your progress in practicing the "Devil God's Body Training Technique" is delayed due to injury, I will take action against you!"

Ye Zhou quickly said: "Master, please don't worry, my disciple will remember it."

After Ye Zhou said this, he saw the leader looking away. Ye Zhou was relieved and muttered to himself: "It seems that the leader's bottom line is the "Demon Body Training Technique", and we don't know What great benefits can these disciples practice to him that make him so interested in it?"

"The more this happens, the more careful you must be!"