Mortal Seeking Immortal

Wu Yong continued, "I never thought that two months ago, Gu Feng went to the Outer Dispatch Hall to accept this mission, but because he was an outer disciple and was not qualified to accept Class A missions, and because he was not flexible, the Outer Dispatch Hall managers directly rejected him."

Ye Zhou said, "This person is indeed a bit stubborn and inflexible. It is probably a miracle that he can live in our sect for so long. By the way, what is special about this Class A mission?"

Wu Yong explained, "You don't know that after killing a monster in the sect, you don't have to hand over the monster's body. The monster's soul and body are both top-quality materials for refining weapons. Gu Feng just took a fancy to the body of this monster."

"Because he didn't receive the mission, Gu Feng didn't know the location of the monster. Later, Gu Feng went to the Outer Dispatch Hall several times, but was rejected. The steward sent him away, and I just happened to hear my master mention this matter. "

"Since he is willing to go to the Outer Dispatch Hall again and again for this monster, I think the body of this monster must be a very important material for him to refine weapons. If you bring the body of this monster to him, maybe he will agree to teach you to refine weapons."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yong saw that Ye Zhou's expression was a little moved, and hurriedly added: "Of course, this is just my guess. Don't take the risk and be stupid. Go and kill the monster for this guess. "

"That is a monster of the ninth level of Qi training. Whether it is the strength of the physical body or the depth of the spiritual power in the body, it can be compared with the cultivators of the tenth level of Qi training. Your seventh level of Qi training is not enough to fill the teeth of the monster."

After hearing this, Ye Zhou just smiled and nodded.

But in his heart, he thought that after the inner disciple assessment is over, he will take this task and strive to kill the monster as soon as possible so that he can learn to refine weapons from Gu Feng.

In Ye Zhou's opinion, alchemy, weapon training, and talisman making are all necessary skills for cultivators, second only to the improvement of cultivation level.

Now he has learned alchemy and talisman making, but he is missing weapon training. If he knows how to train weapons, his ability to save his life can be further improved.

More skills are better than less.

Of course, this is all under the condition of ensuring stable improvement of cultivation.

Ye Zhou's current cultivation level is already the tenth level of Qi training. In addition, Xiao Shanyin has taken the ghost pill, and his cultivation level has also risen to the eighth level of Qi training. I am afraid that he will be able to break through the ninth level soon. Not to mention the monsters at the peak of the tenth level of Qi training, even if they join forces to fight the eleventh level of Qi training.

Ye Zhou was thinking about it, and the small bell hanging on Wu Yong's waist rang. Wu Yong patted Ye Zhou on the shoulder: "My master is urging me, let's go, follow me to see my master."

Ye Zhou raised his head and looked in Wu Yong's eyes, and saw a kind and friendly fat steward sitting on the high platform opposite.

This is Wu Yong's master, Wu Yu.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Ye Zhou has met Wu Yong's master.

However, Ye Zhou felt that Wu Yu looked very familiar. He looked at Wu Yu carefully, then looked back at Wu Yong. Although the two did not look exactly the same, they were at least 60% similar. Thinking that they both had the surname Wu, Ye Zhou couldn't help but wonder.

"Are Wu Yong and Wu Yu really just a simple master-disciple relationship?"

Is there any other relationship here? For example, father and son.

But Ye Zhou didn't ask.

Although Ye Zhou didn't say it, Wu Yong knew what he wanted to say. He immediately twitched his mouth and explained: "I am sure that my master and I are really just a master-disciple relationship. My parents died when I was young, and I have been wandering outside since I was a child. When I was eight years old, my master who was traveling outside saw that I was pitiful and picked me up."

Ye Zhou nodded. That's it.

It may be caused by the similar temperament and image.

As they were talking, the two of them had already come to the high platform. When Wu Yong saw Wu Yu, he ran all the way to Wu Yu and bowed respectfully. Ye Zhou also bowed with Wu Yong.

Wu Yong pointed at Ye Zhou beside him and introduced him to Wu Yu: "Master, he is the Ye Zhou that you and I often mentioned."

Wu Yu looked at Ye Zhou with a very gentle look and praised him: "Ye Zhou, right? I just saw your fighting process in the ring. The ghost servant was quite fierce, very good."

"You can cultivate to the seventh level of Qi training in just a few years with your waste spiritual roots. Although the elixir has the effect, it is undeniable that you are a person with great perseverance."

"But..." Wu Yu changed his tone and continued in a low voice: "Great perseverance alone is not enough without opportunity. If you want to go further on the road of cultivation, you need more opportunities. For this, you should thank Mr. Shu."

Ye Zhou looked puzzled.

Mr. Shu? He did have to thank Mr. Shu, after all, he was the one who saved his life, but his strength was cultivated bit by bit, what did it have to do with Mr. Shu?

Seeing Ye Zhou's face full of doubts, Manager Wu Yu smiled mysteriously, without any explanation, but just told Ye Zhou a few words, asking him to perform well on the stage next time.

In the crowd, Er Zhuang looked at Ye Zhou on the high platform with contempt in his eyes. In his opinion, Ye Zhou was noticed by a manager and was trying to curry favor with the manager in the hope of becoming a disciple of the manager after becoming an inner disciple.

If it were before, Er Zhuang might have chosen this path, but now that he has a great opportunity, Er Zhuang's vision no longer looks down on the small manager. Only becoming the disciple of the elders or even the master is his current goal.

"Ye Zhou's vision is still too narrow, and it is indeed not worth making friends with."

Er Zhuang turned around and left the assessment site.

The next day, Ye Zhou encountered another Qi training seventh level opponent in the ring battle yesterday. When the opponent saw that he was Ye Zhou, he surrendered before the fight even started.

The news that Ye Zhou had a Qi training eighth level ghost servant had long been spread among the disciples in the assessment.

Ye Zhou won easily.

The third day.

After the elimination in the first two rounds of the competition, there were only 30 outer disciples left out of the original 120 participants, including only 10 Qi training seventh level outer disciples and 20 Qi training eighth level outer disciples.

The remaining 10 Qi training seventh level outer disciples were all in a state of panic at this moment, fearing that the opponent they drew was Qi training eighth level.

The Qi training eighth level disciples standing in the field looked at the Qi training seventh level disciples with the eyes of looking at prey, and even Ye Zhou was swept by several malicious eyes at the same time.

Ye Zhou frowned slightly, ignored these eyes, and looked at Er Zhuang standing diagonally opposite him.

Er Zhuang's attention was not on the field at this time, but on the elders' position on the viewing platform. There was a blood-colored figure looking at Er Zhuang, smiling and nodding at him.

"It seems that Er Zhuang has been favored by the elder. If nothing unexpected happens, after this assessment is over, Er Zhuang will become the elder's personal disciple!"