Mortal Seeking Immortal

Thinking of this, Ye Zhou's eyes also fell on the viewing platform, but his attention fell on the manager Wu Yu sitting on the high platform and Wu Yong standing behind him.

Wu Yong waved excitedly at Ye Zhou, as if to encourage him, and Ye Zhou smiled gratefully at Wu Yong.

At this time, Er Zhuang's slightly cold voice came from the side: "Ye Zhou, I didn't expect you to be so lucky. Yesterday you actually drew an opponent of Qi training level 7, but most of the remaining people today are Qi training level 8 people, you may not be so lucky... Considering that you and I are childhood friends, I want to remind you to avoid crooked ways."

"Alchemy, refining... making talismans, raising ghosts, are not as strong as yourself. In the future... you can provide me with more high-quality pills. Maybe I'm in a good mood and can teach you some powerful magic skills to quickly improve your cultivation!"

Er Zhuang said here with a bit of arrogance.

Ye Zhou just smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding me. I will consider your suggestion carefully."

Ye Zhou has seen that Er Zhuang just wants to say something to him.

Although we are from the same village, I am much stronger than you now. You should come to lick my boots more often in the future...

Er Zhuang obviously wants to use him as a free alchemy victim and satisfy his vanity that is growing with his strength.

As the manager in charge of the inner disciple assessment said "draw lots", the two female disciples who were carrying the lottery box came out again, and the thirty disciples present came forward to draw wooden sticks one by one.

When it was Ye Zhou's turn, he reached into the mist in the box, touched it casually, grabbed a wooden stick at random, and pulled his hand back, looking down at the number on the wooden stick, the red stick number 5.

Ye Zhou quickly scanned the crowd to see who drew the black stick number 5.

At this time, Er Zhuang, who drew the lot after Ye Zhou, took out the lot, looked at the crowd and asked, "Who is Red Lot No. 1?"

The Qi training seventh-level disciples who were swept by Er Zhuang's eyes all subconsciously changed their faces and avoided Er Zhuang's gaze. A black-robed disciple at the peak of Qi training eighth level came out and said, "I am Red Lot No. 1. Let's see whether your opportunity is better or my magic power is better!"

The servant standing on the No. 1 ring pulled the bell and said loudly, "Please ask the two opponents holding No. 1 wooden sticks to go to the ring to fight!"

The last round of assessment is the top priority. All the assessors can become honorable inner disciples as long as they win this game.

Only one game is played each time. Today, there are a total of 15 games. All the outer disciples who come to watch the game can watch it all at once.

Moreover, the supreme master of high status sometimes comes to watch the last round of assessment!

Er Zhuang and the black-robed disciple were about to go to the ring when they heard a shrill ghost howl from the sky. Everyone present looked up at the sky.

A blood-red skull the size of a house flew out from the Blood Cloud Peak with a blood mist, and the shrill ghost howl came from the skull's wide-open mouth.

A tall figure in a red robe was standing quietly on the skull, and his cold eyes swept over everyone present.

Ye Zhou was swept by this gaze, and he couldn't help but feel cold all over, with a feeling of being seen through. If he hadn't practiced the "Qi Condensation Art", he would have exposed his true cultivation in front of the headmaster at this time.

After feeling the profound cultivation released by the headmaster, Ye Zhou unconsciously compared the headmaster with the veiled woman in his mind, and finally concluded that the headmaster's cultivation was slightly higher than that woman.

But the woman's means were more secretive, and she could make him follow her to the yard uncontrollably.

Shouts came from the crowd one after another: "Look! It's the master! The master is here!"

"I've been in the sect for so long, and this is the first time I've seen the master today."

"The master's cultivation is really unfathomable!"

Many disciples were extremely excited, as if they had seen their idols.

Er Zhuang in the crowd was looking at the figure of the headmaster with expectation, and said with regret in his heart: "It's a pity, I heard that the headmaster has not accepted disciples for many years, otherwise it would be better to worship under him. I heard that the headmaster is very tolerant of his disciples, and the treatment is not comparable to the direct disciples of the elders."

"But today I came here specially to watch the inner sect assessment, maybe he has the idea of ​​accepting disciples! Maybe I will have a chance to become that lucky person!"

The shrill voice in Er Zhuang's mind suddenly made a series of strange laughters, full of sarcasm: "It's really a small sect. A cultivator who has reached the great perfection of foundation building can also be the headmaster. No wonder he hides in such a poor and remote place to establish a sect!"

When the huge skull in the sky landed on the high platform, the disciples under the high platform all saluted respectfully to the headmaster, and Ye Zhou also saluted the headmaster with everyone else.

"Disciple greets the headmaster, and may the headmaster enjoy immortal blessings forever!"

The stewards who were originally sitting on the high platform also stood up and saluted the headmaster.

The four elders' faces changed, and they stood up at the same time, bowed slightly to the headmaster who was sitting on the upper seat, and said: "Greetings, headmaster."

After the headmaster sat down, he raised his hand to the people below: "No need to be polite."

The crowd stood up straight, and Ye Zhou looked up at the headmaster. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, tall, with a ruddy face, but his pupils were extremely black, which made Ye Zhou feel uneasy and dared not look at him for long.

The headmaster looked at the crowd below and asked casually: "Has the game started?"

The four elders hurriedly replied: "Reporting to the headmaster, the game is about to start."

The headmaster nodded: "Then let's start."

The steward in charge of the assessment received the order and turned around to announce the start of the competition.

All the disciples were in high spirits, and they all seemed to want to show their faces in front of the headmaster. It can be imagined that the battle will be more intense in a while.

Without waiting for the servant to speak again, Er Zhuang and the black-robed disciple had already stepped onto the stage at the same time. After handing over the wooden stick, the black-robed disciple saw that Er Zhuang was only in the early eighth level of Qi training, and a bit of viciousness appeared in his eyes. He said to Er Zhuang: "Then please teach me, junior brother."

Er Zhuang said: "Please teach me, senior brother!"

As the servant said "the competition begins", the two moved at the same time.

The black-robed disciple slapped the storage bag, and a large black gourd flew out of the storage bag.

The black-robed disciple hurriedly used a spell to hit the black gourd, and the gourd plug opened instantly, and a cloud of black smoke spurted out of the gourd, instantly covering the figure of the black-robed disciple, and the black smoke gradually spread on the ring.

Er Zhuang, who was opposite him, had just taken off the black bone snake bracelet on his wrist and was about to rub it in his hands. Suddenly, he saw this scene and took a few steps back unconsciously, keeping a distance from the unknown black smoke.

Er Zhuang didn't know the origin of the black smoke, and hurriedly and carefully cast three layers of shields on himself. The next moment he released the shields, the black smoke just spread to Er Zhuang, but was blocked by Er Zhuang's shields.

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