Mortal Seeking Immortal

Only a very small number of evil ghosts have intelligence, and even if they have intelligence, there are differences in intelligence. Ghost servants with low intelligence cannot learn magic.

It is precisely because there are only a few evil ghosts with strong intelligence, so it is much easier for such evil ghosts to cultivate than humans, and there are fewer bottlenecks in cultivation. Almost all the notorious ghost cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation are cultivated by such evil ghosts.

No matter which famous and upright sect discovers that Ye Zhou has cultivated such evil ghosts, they will attach great importance to it and send a large number of strong men to hunt him down. However, Ye Zhou is in the Demon Sect, and the people around him can only marvel and envy Ye Zhou for his good luck in subduing such a ghost servant.

The four elders on the high platform, who originally had a calm face, looked at Ye Zhou with a different look at this time, becoming more eager, and their appreciation was beyond words.

Although Ye Zhou has a useless spiritual root, in time, this ghost servant under his command will be a first-class cultivation genius, even not worse than the disciples with high-grade spiritual roots they have accepted, and there is a great possibility that he will be able to break through the foundation-building stage in the future.

If Ye Zhou is accepted at this time, it is equivalent to accepting a seedling of quasi-foundation building in advance.

The four elders looked at each other and began to secretly calculate how to make conditions to surpass the other elders and let Ye Zhou willingly worship under their own door.

Seeing that the four elders might want to accept Ye Zhou as a disciple, Er Zhuang's face was extremely ugly under the ring.

According to the unwritten rules of the Blood Spirit Sect, an elder can only accept one personal disciple in a year. If Ye Zhou worships under the seat of the great elder, he will definitely be abandoned by the great elder.

He had survived a lot of hardships to get the opportunity to be favored by the great elder, but Ye Zhou was just lucky to get a ghost servant with spiritual intelligence and wanted to replace his position. It was simply unacceptable.

Er Zhuang thought of the scene of showing off in front of Ye Zhou before, and felt even more ashamed.

"I'm afraid that at that time, Ye Zhou looked at me like he was watching a monkey show, and regarded me as a joke!"

Thinking of this, Er Zhuang looked at Ye Zhou with jealousy and even resentment.

"If Ye Zhou died on the field, that would be great!"

At first, Er Zhuang still remembered the friendship of childhood friends, but that was when Ye Zhou was no threat to him at all, and his strength was completely inferior to his.

Now, Er Zhuang just wanted Ye Zhou to die early!

On the ring, the battle was already fierce.

Ye Zhou had already taken back the iron blue that was corroded by the cold air, and several pieces of Qi training medium-grade magic tools that were hit by Xiao Shan's evil spirit were scattered on the ground.

Zhang Lang waved his hand, and dozens of ice blades split into two, attacking Ye Zhou and Xiao Shan respectively.

Facing the sharp ice blades flying, Xiao Shan waved his palm, and a black evil spirit was shot out, and with a "bang" the ice blades were smashed into powder.

As the ice blade flew over, Ye Zhou calmly took out a mid-grade flying sword from his storage bag, cast a spell on the flying sword, and a cold light shone from the blade of the flying sword. As Ye Zhou's right hand fell gently, the flying sword also slashed at the flying ice blade.

Zhang Lang sneered: "You want to hurt me with a mere mid-grade flying sword? You are dreaming..."

Before he could say "dream", a sharp cold light slashed from the blade of this mid-grade flying sword!

The flying ice blade was instantly chopped into ice powder!

This turned out to be a fake sword energy!

After the fake sword energy shattered the ice blade, the cold light only faded a little, and the remaining force continued to kill Zhang Lang.

The pseudo sword energy itself is not formed by sword intent, but by spiritual power. The stronger Ye Zhou's cultivation is, the more fierce the pseudo sword energy is. The nameless remnant of Ye Zhou's practice is extremely powerful, and the pseudo sword energy it stimulates is much stronger than that of cultivators at the same level.

Zhang Lang panicked and squatted down quickly. He slapped his hands on the ground twice, and all the spiritual power in his dantian gushed out. Two solid ice walls about four feet thick rose from the ground and blocked Zhang Lang.

In a flash, the ice on the ice wall was broken into pieces. The pseudo sword energy broke through two ice walls in a row. Its strength was greatly weakened, but the last trace of sword energy still slashed at Zhang Lang's chest.

There was a "clang" sound of metal collision, and Zhang Lang's clothes on his chest were completely destroyed, revealing a piece of Qi training medium-grade armor worn under his clothes. The remaining pseudo sword energy just now happened to hit the armor, and the attack was completely absorbed by the armor, and did not cause any harm to Zhang Lang.

A wisp of cold wind blew, and most of the broken ice shattered by the pseudo sword energy scattered on the ground in front of Ye Zhou, and some broken ice was carried by the cold wind and blew towards Ye Zhou.

Seeing the secret joy in Zhang Lang's eyes, Ye Zhou's heart was alarmed. Without thinking, he slapped the storage bag, and a palm-sized black shield flew out of the storage bag and stopped in front of Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou swiped a few spells on the shield, and the palm-sized shield suddenly grew in size and turned into a three-foot-sized shield, blocking Ye Zhou in front of him.

"Duoduo!"

As the cold wind blew on the shield, the surface of the shield made a few slight sounds, and several transparent ice needles that were broken into two pieces fell to the ground.

These ice needles were wrapped in the ice and did not attract attention. If Ye Zhou had not been alert, he would have been pierced into his body by these ice needles.

Following Ye Zhou's order, Xiao Shan rushed towards Zhang Lang with his Ghost Evil Palm.

Seeing that his Ice Needle sneak attack failed, Zhang Lang's joy faded, and his face was full of dejection. Looking at Xiao Shan who was rushing towards him, Zhang Lang quickly admitted defeat.

As the bell on the ring rang, the servant announced loudly: "Ye Zhou wins this fight."

Ye Zhou took back his shield and Xiao Shan, and walked off the ring calmly.

Standing in the crowd, Ye Zhou watched the next fight. At this time, a malicious gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Ye Zhou's back. Ye Zhou looked back as if he was aware of it, and happened to see Wu who came to congratulate him. With that enlarged round face.

When Wu Yong saw Ye Zhou turning around, he said with a flattering face: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Ye for successfully being promoted to an inner disciple in such a short period of time. Your future will be limitless. If you ever find me useful in the future, feel free to speak up. Junior brother, I will do my best.”

A smile flashed across Ye Zhou's eyes, and he said casually: "Junior brother Wu, don't worry, your senior brother and I will still have many uses for you in the future. No one will forget you even if they forget you."

After Wu Yong listened, the smile on his face became even bigger. Just as he was about to say a few more words of congratulations to Ye Zhou, he saw a tall and thin man dressed as an inner disciple appearing next to Ye Zhou: "I dare you to ask, is it Ye Zhou?" Junior brother?”

Ye Zhou nodded, and the tall and thin inner disciple continued: "Our elders have invited me. Junior Brother Ye Zhou, please come with me."

After that, the tall and thin man made an invitation gesture to Ye Zhou. Ye Zhou did not move, but asked: "I wonder which elder in the sect your elder is?"

The tall and thin man said hurriedly: "It's the third elder. Junior Brother Ye, you'd better come with me quickly. Don't keep the elder waiting for too long."

Before he finished speaking, another person came out from the side and said hurriedly: "Junior brother Ye, wait a minute, my second elder has invited me. I also ask junior brother Ye to follow me back to pay homage to the second elder."

Ye Zhouxun looked over and saw that the person coming was an inner disciple with a horse face. As soon as this person appeared, the tall and thin man's face darkened, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense.