Mortal Seeking Immortal

After defeating his opponent, Er Zhuang was the first to secure a place as an inner disciple.

Many spectators below the stage were amazed.

"This Er Zhuang is too strong. The two corpse puppets appeared and disappeared in the fog, but they were defeated by him!"

"And didn't you notice that Senior Brother Er Zhuang seemed to win very easily, and he obviously still retained his strength!"

"Er Zhuang got a great opportunity, and he will soar to the sky this time!"

"Just now I saw the elder smiling and nodding while watching Er Zhuang fight. I'm afraid he has the intention to accept him as a disciple!"

"It's so terrifying, so terrifying!"

Soon after Er Zhuang stepped down, the errand disciple in charge of ringing the bell shouted: "Red No. 2 and Black No. 2 can go on stage to compete!"

Two figures quickly walked onto the stage.

The third game began again.

As if influenced by the fight between the two strong men, the following fights were more exciting than the last one, with various spells and magic weapons frequently used. The two sides of the competition fought wits and courage, and used all their tricks. Everyone's trump cards were also fully revealed, and the disciples watching around cheered in the audience.

The elders were also smiling.

The stronger the outer disciples of the Blood Spirit Sect, the better the Blood Spirit Sect will develop.

The head of the Blood Spirit Sect still had a blank expression on his face.

Soon, the fifth fight of the day was held on the ring, which was a duel between Ye Zhou and another disciple of the eighth level of Qi training.

Ye Zhou walked to the stage calmly, handed the wooden stick to the errand boy beside the ring, glanced at the man in black shirt who came on stage before him, and then stood quietly on the side of the ring, waiting for the game to begin.

The servant collected the wooden sticks from the two people, walked to the bell and asked: "Are both sides ready for the competition?"

Ye Zhou and the man in black looked at each other and nodded at the same time. The servant announced loudly: "The fifth match of this inner disciple assessment, Ye Zhou, who is at the seventh level of Qi training, versus Zhang Lang, who is at the eighth level of Qi training, officially begins!"

No one noticed that when the servant said Ye Zhou's name, the headmaster who had been sitting quietly on the high platform watching the game, had a ripple in his eyes. A very secretive divine sense was quietly released from the headmaster and swept towards Ye Zhou on the stage.

This secret divine sense was not even noticed by the four elders under the headmaster's seat, and naturally it did not alarm the others present.

When Ye Zhou on the scene was swept by this divine sense, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the divine sense and happened to see the headmaster staring at him.

Ye Zhou immediately retracted his gaze and remembered the words of the mysterious woman.

This headmaster will definitely accept him as a disciple.

Ye Zhou was still confused. What had attracted the attention or appreciation of the headmaster?

This little talent in alchemy alone should not be enough to attract the headmaster.

On the high platform. The headmaster of the Blood Spirit Sect saw that Ye Zhou, who was only at the seventh level of Qi training, could actually detect his spiritual consciousness, which was something that the four elders had not discovered. A trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Well, well, Ye Zhou is really as Shu Lao said, his soul is extremely powerful. It seems that today's trip is worth it!"

No one expected it.

Headmaster, today I just came for Ye Zhou.

On the ring.

Zhang Lang stretched out his hands wearing a pair of fine-scale gloves engraved with magic arrays, and spiritual power continued to flow on the fine-scale gloves.

The moment Zhang Lang opened his hands, two sharp ten-inch long light blue ice blades instantly came out from his palms.

Swish!

The two weapons pointed directly at Ye Zhou's eyebrows, and the second pointed directly at Ye Zhou's dantian, as fast as lightning.

Ye Zhou's mind moved, and three iron blue seeds flew out of the storage bag, hitting the two flying ice blades head-on. With a "click" sound, the sharp ice blades were instantly turned into a small pile of broken ice and evenly scattered on the ground under the attack of the three iron blue seeds.

A piece of spiritual power flowed on Zhang Lang's arm, and the magic circle on the fine-scale gloves lit up with a little white light. In an instant, many ice blades carrying white cold wind burst towards the fatal parts of Ye Zhou's body.

Ye Zhou's mind moved, and he stretched out his hand to recall the iron blue seeds, allowing them to form a shield around him.

"Bang bang bang!"

More than 20 ice blades hit the iron blue shield like snowflakes, and were twisted into bits of broken ice by the shield, flying in the white cold air.

In a moment, all of Zhang Lang's attacks were resolved by Ye Zhou's shield, but there was no anger on his face, but a calm face, and there was even a trace of joy after success in his eyes.

Ye Zhou's face darkened.

This Zhang Lang could not be so simple.

Zhang Lang launched a second round of attack on Ye Zhou, still with light blue ice blades, but this time the number of ice blades increased to more than 30.

The disciples watching from the stage were getting impatient and complained: "Zhang Lang's attack couldn't even break through Ye Zhou's defense, why didn't he change his attack method?"

"Is this Zhang Lang's strongest attack? If so, Zhang Lang is too poor. As a Qi training eighth-level disciple, he only has this Qi training middle-grade magic weapon engraved with a magic array."

"If I were Zhang Lang, I might as well admit defeat now, so that I would be defeated by Ye Zhou after my spiritual power is exhausted."

"Yes, Ye Zhou didn't even release the ghost servant of Qi training eighth level, and it was obvious that he dealt with it very easily."

Zhang Lang turned a deaf ear to the ridicule around him and focused his attention.

As the more than 30 ice blades all smashed on Ye Zhou's shield, the white cold air that was originally as light as mist became thicker and thicker. At this moment, it was as white as thick fog, gradually covering the area around Ye Zhou's shield.

At a certain moment, Ye Zhou noticed that the three iron blue seeds that were rotating at high speed around him were slowly slowing down!

This cold force could actually hinder the operation of the magic weapon!

It must be said that Zhang Lang was very smart. While the shield was not broken, Ye Zhou slapped the storage bag, and the Hundred Ghost Banner flew out of the storage bag and landed in front of Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou pinched out a few spells and hit the Hundred Ghost Banner. The ghost energy on the Hundred Ghost Banner instantly surged, and the hill of the eighth level of Qi training rushed out of the Hundred Ghost Banner and rushed directly to Zhang Lang opposite.

Zhang Lang took out a flying sword from the storage bag on his waist without panic. A spell was hit on the flying sword. The flying sword, which was originally flowing with spiritual power, suddenly flew up with a "teng" sound, and the sharp blade stabbed towards the hill.

Xiaoshan raised his right palm, and the evil spirit in his body flowed and quickly gathered on his right palm, and he slapped the flying sword hard.

The black evil spirit attached to the flying sword, turned into black ice and quickly froze the entire flying sword. The flying sword, which lost its spiritual power control, fell heavily to the ground from the air.

Zhang Lang was shocked when he saw this: "How is this possible?! A ghost servant can cast such a powerful spell!"

Not only Zhang Lang lost his composure, but even the disciples below the stage and the managers on the high platform were extremely shocked.

You should know that most ghost servants have no mind, only know how to devour flesh and blood, and can't practice normally like humans.