Mortal Seeking Immortal

Chapter 135 A knife hidden in a smile

On the ring, the deacon disciple shouted impatiently: "Which senior brother is number 32? Is number 32 here?"

Ye Zhou quickly stepped forward and grabbed a jade card from the lottery box. He spread his hands and found a jade card with "ten" engraved on it lying quietly in his hand.

The moment Ye Zhou spread his palms, a dozen spiritual consciousnesses from around him quickly came over and scanned the jade token in his hand. A moment later, a tenth-level Qi practitioner wearing the clothes of an inner sect disciple was diagonally in front of Ye Zhou. The horse-faced male cultivator looked at Ye Zhou with a malicious smile.

The next moment, Wu Yong placed his huge body between the horse-faced male cultivator and Ye Zhou. Wu Yong patted Ye Zhou on the shoulder and encouraged Ye Zhou: "Come on, don't lose the first battle. Palm The door is watching from above!"

The deacon's disciples shouted: "Please invite the senior brother who got the black lottery number 1 and the red lottery number 1 to have the first round of competition!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two lesser-known inner disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect flew up to the ring. With the sound of "game begins," all the disciples standing under the ring looked at the match that was about to begin.

Standing on the left side of the ring was a very fair-looking young male disciple. Judging from his aura, his cultivation had reached the eleventh level of Qi training. He cupped his hands towards his opponent and said, "I'm Lu Feng, please." Give me some advice.”

Lu Feng's opponent was a young female disciple wearing purple clothes and wearing a woman's bun on her head who was at the same level as him. She saluted Lu Feng sternly: "Thank you, please enlighten me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Feng and Xie Yu moved at the same time.

Lu Feng slapped the storage bag, and two pumpkin hammers as big as watermelons with flowing spiritual light flew out of the storage bag. Lu Feng held them firmly in his hands, and a large amount of majestic spiritual power poured into his hands. The golden gourd hammer made the aura on the golden gourd hammer shine even brighter.

Xie Yu took out a green jade flute made of spiritual jade from his waist and put it to his lips. His red lips were slightly opened, and a clear and melodious flute sound came out from the jade flute, turning into a flute. The light green sharp sound blade, which was half a foot long, slashed through the air towards Lu Feng.

Lu Feng seemingly swung the golden melon hammer in his hand with great ease, hitting the sound blades that were speeding towards him. The sharp sound blades turned into little bits of light in the air under the heavy blows of Lu Feng's golden melon hammer.

Lu Feng walked towards the direction where Xie Yu was standing, wielding a pumpkin hammer with both hands to smash the sound blade emitted from Xie Yu's jade flute. The catkins became denser, and the speed of Lu Feng's swing of the pumpkin hammer also increased. He guarded tightly to prevent Xie Yu's sound blade from getting close, and at the same time continued to move in the direction of Xie Yu.

As time went by, the consumption of a large amount of spiritual energy caused a layer of sweat to appear on Xie Yu's forehead, but it still could not stop Lu Feng's approaching steps. In a short time, Lu Feng had already walked away from Xie Yu. One foot away.

Xie Yu looked slightly pale, put down the jade flute in his hand, and said softly: "I admit defeat."

The deacon disciple beside the ring immediately rang the bell: "The game is over, Lu Feng wins!"

Lu Feng smiled and put away the pumpkin hammer in his hand, cupped his hand towards Xie Yu and said softly: "I accept."

Xie Yu returned the gift and hurriedly got off the ring.

As soon as the game ended, Ye Zhou heard someone talking about Luo Yun's competition starting. Luo Yun was the favorite to compete for the top spot in this competition, which naturally attracted the interest of most people, and Ye Zhou also set his sights on it.

Standing opposite Luo Yun is a burly man six feet tall, who is at the early stage of the twelfth level of Qi training. The strong man is waving a long black chain as thick as a child's arm that flashes with spiritual light. , the chain is also covered with many fist-sized pale pink skulls.

In the empty eye sockets of these skulls, green flames the size of candlelight are shining. As the flames in the eye sockets beat, the sharp teeth on the skulls are constantly opening and closing, as if they want to bite and devour the flesh and blood of the people.

Every time the burly man swings the chain, these pink skulls will make a "woo-woo" sound from their mouths, as if countless people are crying at the same time, which makes people feel irritable.

Luo Yun had no expression on his face, holding a long sword filled with spiritual light, and briskly dodged every attack of the burly man. The long sword in Luo Yun's hand also scratched the iron chain in the hand of the burly man from time to time, but it seemed It didn't seem to cause any damage to the iron chain, and the showdown between the two had everyone in the audience cheering.

Wu Yong also noticed the fight between Luo Yun and Luo Yun, and murmured next to Ye Zhou with stars in his eyes: "Senior Brother Kunwu's Soul Locking Chain is really well-deserved. It's really incredible that he can tie with Senior Brother Luo Yun with it." Is it in vain that he spent ten years refining this soul chain just because he doesn’t know who will win in the end?”

Ye Zhou smiled confidently and said, "Of course it's Senior Brother Luo Yun."

Ye Zhou was not talking nonsense, but relied on his strong spiritual consciousness to see Luo Yun's intention.

Of course, not only Ye Zhou could see it, but also the sect leader and the four elders on the high platform, as well as some of the stewards in the foundation building period.

The Great Elder only glanced at the duel between Luo Yun and Luo Yun in the audience, then turned his head and smiled at the leader: "Luo Yun's strength is truly well-deserved. He easily defused Kunwu's attack and quietly damaged Kunwu." The soul-locking chain, I think Kunwu hasn’t noticed that his soul-locking chain is about to break.”

It turns out that Luo Yun's seemingly irregular attacks on the Soul Locking Chain were actually planned.

With the strength of a cultivator in the Qi training realm, it is impossible to refine a magical instrument as large as the Soul Locking Chain all at once. It must be refined separately, and separate refining will produce connection points. This connection point is the weakest point on the magical instrument and also the flaw of the magical instrument.

The larger the magical instrument, the more places there are for separate refining, so there are more flaws hidden in the magical instrument, but these flaws can only be seen by outstanding refiners or people with strong spiritual sense. Luo Yun's spiritual sense happens to be stronger than that of ordinary people, so naturally he can also see some flaws in the magical instrument.

Every sword that Luo Yun strikes hits the flaws of the Soul Locking Chain. Although the Soul Locking Chain looks intact now, there are already cracks inside the Soul Locking Chain due to Luo Yun's attack. With every swing of Kunwu's Soul Locking Chain, the cracks in the Soul Locking Chain will be accelerated, which will lead to the collapse of the Soul Locking Chain.

In the eyes of the elders and others, Luo Yun's victory is a matter of time.

The head of the sect said modestly: "It's just luck. This is only the first battle. Even if we win, it doesn't mean anything."

The second elder, who was sitting below the first elder, looked upset, because Kunwu, who was fighting with Luo Yun at this time, was his direct disciple.

In a short while, on the stage, as Luo Yun swung his sword, the seemingly incomparably hard soul-locking chain in Kunwu's hand suddenly exploded with a 'bang', and fist-sized skulls fell to the ground. Without the soul-locking chain attached to them, the green flames in the eye sockets of these skulls were all extinguished.

Kunwu's face changed instantly, and he said in surprise: "How is it possible!"

Before Kunwu thought too much, a sharp sword fell on his throat. Luo Yun asked calmly: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Feeling the chill of the sword at his throat, Kunwu's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said: "Brother Luo Yun, please show mercy, I admit defeat!"

If it weren't for the protection of the competition rules, Kunwu would have been killed by Luo Yun's sword.

The deacon disciple standing at the side of the ring pulled the bell and hurriedly announced: "Brother Luo Yun wins!"

There was a warm cheer from the audience.

At this time, another cheer from the ring caught Ye Zhou's attention. Ye Zhou looked for the sound and saw his third brother Liu Mu standing on the ring with a smile, and standing opposite him was a dejected middle-aged inner disciple.

"It seems that the third senior brother has also successfully entered the promotion match. I wonder how the fourth senior sister Gu Ling'er is doing?"

Ye Zhou looked at the ring where Gu Ling'er was, and happened to see Gu Ling'er standing on the ring to fight.

Gu Ling'er's opponent was a beautiful woman in green clothes with a plump figure and a cold face. The beautiful woman used a long sword, and her sword skills were sharp. She stabbed Gu Ling'er's vital points with every move. It seemed that she had a grudge against Gu Ling'er and wanted to kill her.

Gu Ling'er was giggling and constantly dodging the attacks of the green-clothed woman. The seemingly ordinary golden small bell hanging on her waist made a crisp and pleasant sound with her movements.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the green-clothed woman's movements became slower and slower, as if she was about to fall asleep. The green-clothed woman also realized that something was wrong at this time. She bit her tongue and was about to force herself to be energetic, but Gu Ling'er took the opportunity to snatch the long sword in her hand and pointed the sword at her throat.

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"Give up?"

The woman in green glared at Gu Ling'er and spat, "Witch! Kill me! You stole my fiancé and made me a laughing stock. I don't want to live anymore. I'm unlucky that I can't kill you today. Sooner or later, your fate will be a hundred times more miserable than mine!"

After hearing this, Gu Ling'er was not angry, but laughed out loud as if she heard a funny joke: "Haha, steal your fiancé? What's so good about your fiancé that I can't steal? I am the disciple of the headmaster. I want to be a master in this Blood Spirit Sect. What kind of man do you want? Do you have to rob an unknown person? You are stupid, but I am not. "

After saying that, Gu Linger frowned and tilted her head to look at the deacon disciple standing next to the ring, as if asking him why he hadn't announced the result of the game yet. The deacon disciple hurriedly rang the bell: "Gu Linger wins!"

After hearing this, Gu Linger threw down the long sword in her hand with disdain, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and seemed to notice Ye Zhou's gaze. Gu Linger looked at Ye Zhou, a charming smile appeared on her face, her red lips slightly opened, and she silently said three words: Junior Brother.

......

Two hours passed before I knew it. In these two hours, nearly half of the inner disciples participating in the competition were eliminated.

There will basically be no strong confrontation in the first round of the competition, and there are not many highlights, but the outer disciples and miscellaneous disciples in the audience are still excited and extremely excited.

After all, it is not easy to see fighting between the tenth level of Qi training.

"Now, please ask the brothers who got the red ticket number 10 and the black ticket number 10 to come on stage to fight."

Ye Zhou and the horse-faced male cultivator who had been staring at him, as if he was afraid that Ye Zhou would run away, stepped onto the stage at the same time.

Under the stage, Wu Yong clenched his fists.

"Brother Ye, you must do your best! You must win the first battle with glory!"

The deacon disciple retreated to the side of the stage and shouted: "The game begins!"

As soon as the voice fell, the horse-faced male cultivator and Ye Zhou attacked at the same time!

Ye Zhou slapped a stream of spiritual power on the Hundred Ghosts Banner, and Xiaoshan, who was at the peak of the tenth level of Qi training, flew out of the Hundred Ghosts Banner.

Bang bang bang!

Xiaoshan was as fast as lightning, waving his evil palm and pounced on the horse-faced male cultivator opposite him.

When the horse-faced man saw the menacing hill rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed, he was so startled that he backed away repeatedly. He quickly hit several rays of spiritual power on the two swords in front of him. The two spiritual swords that were originally charging towards Ye Zhou instantly It turned into two streams of light and turned the sword head, one on the left and one on the right, and stabbed through the air towards the charging hill.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoshan was not only extremely fast, but also had very strange movement skills. Not only was he not stabbed by the flying sword, but he hit the flying sword with extremely powerful evil energy palm and made the flying sword retreat continuously.

The horse-faced man was shocked, and he hurriedly hit Feijian with a few more spiritual powers to stabilize Feijian. At this time, Xiaoshan had already rushed in front of the horse-faced man, and fiercely attacked him. Clap with one palm.

The horse-faced man hurriedly chanted and noticed that two protective shields emitting a faint silver halo appeared on his body. Xiaoshan smiled coldly and slapped the horse-faced man's chest with his evil palm "bang bang" continuously.

The evil energy in the ghost's palm quickly melted through the protective shield in front of the horse-faced man's body.

The horse-faced man was extremely frightened, and soon his whole body was eroded by the evil spirit and turned into a dark black color.

The evil spirit entered his body, and the horse-faced man felt as if there were termites gnawing all over his body. He was sweating in pain, and his face turned pale. He hurriedly shouted to the deacon disciple: "I give up! I give up, stop fighting! I lose!"

The deacon disciple quickly rang the bell at hand: "The game is over, Ye Zhou wins!"

Hearing the deacon's disciple announcing the result, Ye Zhou waved back to Xiaoshan and slightly cupped his hands: "Senior brother accepted!"

"Don't dare, don't dare, Junior Brother Ye came from behind, your ghost servant is so powerful!"

Ye Zhou didn't even take action in this battle, and relied on Xiao Shan to defeat the horse-faced man alone.

Coincidentally, the game in the next ring also ended at this moment.

Erzhuang looked at his opponent lying on the ground with unknown life and death, covered with bruises, with a cold look on his face. A huge black snake opened its huge mouth next to it, as if it was going to devour the man in one bite.

Fortunately, the deacon disciple standing by the ring hurriedly rang the bell, announcing the end of the game and the two heroes were victorious. The two heroes frowned dissatisfied, and the black snake controlled by him also raised its head and hissed at the deacon disciple like a warning. ', feeling the terrifying aura emanating from the black snake, the deacon's disciple turned pale with fright, and unconsciously and nervously grasped the sword at his waist.

"Senior brother, the competition is over. Please, please keep your spirit snake..."

Er Zhuang snorted coldly, and hit the black snake with a burst of spiritual power. The black snake instantly turned into a black light and flew back to Er Zhuang's wrist.

Erzhuang, who took back the black bone demon snake bracelet, looked up and saw Ye Zhou looking over. He smiled at Ye Zhou and at the same time, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although the two heroes were fighting with others just now, they were always paying attention to Ye Zhou's battle.

Ye Zhou's ghost servant became stronger again.

Ye Zhou saw Er Zhuang smiling at him, as if he had returned to his childhood. However, the smile looked so twisted and weird that he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"That's it, we can never go back. Faxiao, who we grew up with, actually hides a knife in his smile!"

Ye Zhou's spiritual consciousness was powerful. Although Er Zhuang smiled at him, Ye Zhou did not feel any kindness. Instead, he felt an astonishing hostility.

Under the second arena, many onlookers were stunned by Ye Zhou's ghost servant Xiaoshan.

"Ye Zhou is worthy of being the direct disciple of the sect leader, and the ghost servant is growing so fast!"

"No wonder only Ye Zhou, who is at the ninth level of Qi training, dares to participate in this foundation-building pill competition. He dares to do so because of the power of his ghost servant!"

"I remember the last time I saw this ghost servant, he was just at the eighth level of Qi training. I didn't expect that now he has the tenth level of Qi training. The speed of this ghost servant who has opened up his spiritual intelligence is really terrifying! Ye Zhou is so lucky. "

"Hey! Ye Zhou can win this game not because of the strength of the ghost servant. If he doesn't have a ghost servant, I, Li Xiaogang, can easily defeat him."

Hearing someone mocking Ye Zhou, Wu Yong snorted coldly: "No matter what method someone uses to win the competition, it is all based on his own ability. This Foundation Establishment Dan Competition did not restrict the use of ghost servants to fight!" Or, even if Ye Zhou doesn’t use ghost servants, you will never be Ye Zhou’s opponent!”

Because of Wu's loud voice, all the disciples around him looked over. The inner disciple who had just mocked Ye Zhou turned red in the face and could only snort and run away in despair.

Ye Zhou is a direct disciple of the sect leader. An ordinary inner disciple like him can just belittle Ye Zhou when there are many people, but he will never dare to offend Ye Zhou to death.

Ye Zhou also heard Wu Yong talking for him. He smiled and patted Wu Yong's shoulder and said, "Next time, don't speak for me and make others unhappy. These people can talk what they like. I don't mind. Another piece of meat.”

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