Mortal Seeking Immortal

The third game of the promotion round begins.

The first match was between Crow Yu and an ordinary 11th level inner disciple of Qi training, and the second match was between Gu Ling'er and Zhong Yang.

As soon as Crow Feather stood on the ring, and before she even took off the insect control bag, her opponent's face changed drastically and he shouted to admit defeat. This shows how afraid ordinary inner disciples are of enmity with Crow Feather in a duel.

Crow Feather won the game and returned to the stage, but he was still a little uneasy and kept thinking about who the terrifying existence was.

However, she only dared to secretly pay attention to the audience in the audience, and did not even dare to look at them, for fear of causing dissatisfaction with the "senior".

Before the deacon disciple announced the start of the second round, Zhong Yang rushed onto the ring with a whoosh, holding the sword in both hands and closing his eyes to rest.

Gu Ling'er looked at Zhong Yang's face turned pale and wanted to retreat. Then he looked at the leader on the high platform and mustered up the courage to step onto the ring.

As soon as Gu Ling'er stood still, Zhong Yang on the other side of the ring opened his eyes, glanced at Gu Ling'er, and said with disdain: "If it were your senior brother Luo Yun, he might be able to fight with me, but You are not qualified yet, but because you are a woman, I can give you three breaths."

Gu Ling'er snorted coldly: "Thank you very much, Senior Brother Zhong. No matter what happens to Senior Brother, I will do my best!"

The deacon’s disciple finally announced the start of the second game.

Zhong Ling'er took out a bronze hexagonal bronze mirror from her storage bag. There was a delicate copper bell the size of a pearl hanging from each of the six corners of the bronze mirror.

The moment the hexagonal bronze mirror was taken out, people around him felt a faint foundation-building aura from the bronze mirror: "This bronze mirror is so weird. The aura seems to be a repaired low-grade foundation-building magic weapon. But the current level is far from reaching the lower level of foundation building.”

"Does Gu Ling'er think that he can defeat Zhong Yang just by relying on this mirror?"

Hearing the discussions among the disciples under the ring, almost everyone gave up hope that Gu Ling'er could defeat Zhong Yang. Zhong Ling'er looked serious and poured some spiritual power into the bronze mirror quickly.

Suddenly, the six small bells hanging on the bronze mirror made a series of crisp sounds, and then a mysterious golden light lit up on the mirror, wrapping Gu Ling'er's figure.

Ye Zhou was greatly surprised and used his spiritual consciousness to probe into the golden light. Unexpectedly, this golden light actually resisted Ye Zhou's powerful spiritual consciousness. Ye Zhou did not detect any situation inside.

Ye Zhou was slightly surprised.

His spiritual consciousness was somewhat stronger than that of a monk in the late Foundation Establishment Stage, but he was unable to see through what was so strange about this bronze mirror.

It seems that Gu Ling'er is not as simple as he seems, and he is also a person who has great adventures.

"I was just curious that she didn't admit defeat immediately when facing Zhong Yang. It turns out she also has a trump card."

However, Gu Ling'er, who was wrapped in golden light, never launched any attack on Zhong Yang.

Zhong Yang frowned slightly.

"Junior sister Gu, the three breaths have arrived, so I'm going to see what's so weird about your bronze mirror!"

As he spoke, Zhong Yang slowly grasped the scabbard that was flashing with spiritual light in his right hand, and slowly approached the bronze mirror with a vigilant expression.

At this moment, the hexagonal bronze mirror flew to the center of the field with a 'clop' sound, and under the golden light, six identical graceful figures of Gu Ling'er were revealed.

On each of the six figures' right wrists is a small bell that is exactly the same as the one on the hexagonal bronze mirror.

As Gu Ling'er moved his hands and feet, the six bells still made crisp sounds from time to time in accordance with Gu Ling'er's movements.

Everyone exclaimed: "How is this possible?! I can't even tell which one is real and which one is fake! Everyone's breath is exactly the same!"

Zhong Yang's face became extremely solemn, and his consciousness did not detect the truth!

The six 'Gu Ling'er' all covered their faces towards Zhong Yang and smiled coquettishly, quickly surrounding Zhong Yang. The sound of the small bells on their wrists was like a lullaby, echoing around Zhong Yang, seeming to hypnotize Zhong Yang.

Zhong Yang snorted coldly: "You have a small skill, but you dare to do the same thing!"

After saying that, everyone only saw a sharp white light flashing past, and all the six figures of 'Gu Ling'er' around them were cut in half.

Before Zhong Yang showed a proud look.

However, he saw that the figures of the Six Paths Ancient Ling'er were connected again as before. Immediately, the bronze mirror held by the Six Paths Ancient Ling'er's hand looked at Zhong Yang.

Whoosh!

I saw six sharp sword lights released from the bronze mirror, heading towards Zhong Yang to kill him.

Zhong Yang's expression changed and he quickly waved his sword to resist.

Ding ding ding!

Sparks flew.

The power of these six sharp swords didn't seem to be overbearing, and Zhong Yang blocked them one by one.

"I understand. This bronze mirror of yours is a very clever magical weapon that divides the sword energy I hit into six parts and reflects it back. However, as long as I don't release my trump card sword technique that I can't block, you can't Defeat me, and every time you reflect my attack, you need to consume a lot of spiritual energy."

"Junior Sister Gu, you are only practicing at the eleventh level of Qi. In terms of spiritual power, you cannot be stronger than me. There is no point in continuing to fight!"

The six ancient Ling'ers bit their red lips as if they were still struggling, and soon sighed. The golden light on their bodies dissipated, and the figures of five of the ancient Ling'ers also dissipated.

Gu Ling'er cupped her fists towards Zhong Yang.

"Senior Brother Zhong is powerful and has good insight. I won't lose unjustly!"

Zhong Yang said: "If you meet a reckless man and don't understand the ingenuity of this magic weapon, you may be killed by the reflection of your own attack and your body and head will be dislocated. Junior Sister Gu is not weak either."

The deacon disciple announced loudly: "The game is over, Senior Brother Zhong Yang wins!"

Zhong Yang didn't say much after hearing this, and turned around and left the ring.

On the high platform, the headmaster shook his head helplessly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Now, three of his four disciples are gone, leaving only the only young disciple Ye Zhou, and his hope of winning the championship is almost zero.

The other three elders congratulated the second elder together, and they all glanced at the headmaster on the high seat with the corner of their eyes. Seeing the ugly look flashing across the headmaster's face, they were secretly happy.

The five-person bet killed an opponent at the beginning, and all the gambling money would naturally be pocketed by one of the four of them.

Not long after, it was Ye Zhou's turn to go on stage. Ye Zhou's opponent was an ordinary inner disciple of the eleventh level of Qi training.

As soon as Ye Zhou stepped onto the ring, he took out dozens of talismans from his storage bag, ready to throw them out as soon as the deacon disciple rang the bell.

The inner disciple standing opposite Ye Zhou turned pale.

The disciples below the stage began to discuss.

"This Ye Zhou is simply endless. He starts with dozens or even hundreds of talismans. Who can withstand it?"

"Damn it, this is simply cheating with spirit stones. I strongly protest! Ye Zhou is not allowed to use talismans!"

"You can't say that. Spirit stones are also a kind of strength in the world of immortal cultivation."