A Mortal Cultivating Immortality, Kill My Senior Brother At The Beginning

The light of green and gold lights up, covering the martial arts stage. Everyone in the audience looks at the stage expectantly, wanting to see whether the green dragon swallows the Buddha or the Buddha subdues the dragon!

Everyone in the audience did not expect that the two early-stage Foundation Building monks participating in the selection were quite strong.

One of them had a Law Weapon that could release a dollar of heavy water, and he actually surpassed a small rank and defeated the enemy.

Another one actually practiced the Buddhist Gate technique and was able to condense the phantom of the Buddha, which shows that the technique is not simple.

The green and gold light gradually dissipated, and on the martial arts stage, the image of the Buddha entangled by the green dragon also appeared in everyone's eyes. With the roar of the dragon, the Buddha's shadow suddenly shattered and turned into a spiritual light and disappeared.

Zhou Yan moved his body and came to the man in black in an instant. He reached forward with his right hand and directly broke through his protective aura and grabbed his neck.

"I'll admit defeat, admit defeat!"

Feeling the green glow on his neck, the young man in black changed his face and quickly gave up, with a hint of shock and doubt in his eyes.

He couldn't understand how Zhou Yan broke through his protective aura in an instant. If this was a real battle, he might not even know how he died.

As the man admitted defeat, Zhou Yan smiled faintly and came under the martial arts stage. The man from the Foundation Building Late Stage also looked over at the same time.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Zhou Yan nodded towards him.

"No. 3 wins! The next few who advance to the second round will rest for an hour, and then two Fellow Daoists will be chosen to become my guests at Huazhi Sect."

Zhou Yan's spiritual energy in his body has not been greatly depleted, but he still sits cross-legged on the same spot. A Middle Grade spiritual stone appears in his hand, slowly restoring the spiritual energy in his body.

An hour passed quickly, and Zhou Yan and others had almost recovered their spiritual power. During this time, Zhou Yan also had a basic understanding of the other people.

The monk with the goatee who can make one yuan of heavy water is named Xu Chang.

The man in the middle of the Foundation Building who has not yet taken action is called Lin Tong. From what people around him said, this man seems to be the leader of a nearby demon hunting team and often goes to the battlefield to fight the sea monsters.

As for the only Foundation Building Late Stage monk, it seems that no one knows him. They only know that he is called Shen Tu, and they don’t know whether this name is true or false.

"Fellow Daoists, let's start drawing lots, shall we?"

After a while, Zhou Yan looked at the lottery number in his hand and couldn't help but smile. For some reason, he was the opponent of Foundation Building in the early stage of the two games today.

Compared with Zhou Yan's relaxed look, Xu Chang's face looked a little ugly. He had also seen Zhou Yan's battle just now. The defensive power of the green dragon was so strong and his Law Weapon was so sharp that he thought he was invincible.

"Oh! Just try your best. I'm very satisfied to have gotten here."

While Xu Chang was sighing to himself, Shentu and Na Lintong had already arrived on the martial arts stage, and Shentu still looked calm and relaxed.

Lin Tong, on the other hand, looked solemn as he held out a black scimitar with seven tiny holes on the blade.

"disease!"

The long black knife shot towards Shentu like a black lightning bolt. The blade flickered and shot out more than a dozen rays of light, shining with cold light.

Shentu still released the halberd Law Weapon. The halberd spun in front of him, shattering all the incoming sword light. Then a wisp of black energy appeared on his body, and the figure immediately disappeared from the spot.

"not good!"

Lin Tong's face was startled, he grabbed his hand, and a small green mirror appeared in his hand, and a green light suddenly shone in the mirror.

Shentu's advancing body was illuminated by the blue light, and he suddenly paused for a moment, and a sharp aura suddenly appeared behind him.

With a frown, Shentu took a step to the side and nailed a scimitar to the place where he was standing before.

After glancing at the scimitar, Shen Tu's body swayed and disappeared again into a black energy, while another green light emitted from the round mirror above Lin Tong's head.

Shen Tu's figure reappeared, his eyes narrowed tightly as he looked at the small green mirror.

It can be said that it was luck to hit it the first time, but doing it twice in a row shows that this small mirror is extremely restrained against it.

Shentu no longer moved forward, but stepped back a little. At the same time, he patted the storage bag, and a jade sign appeared above his head, and a black light curtain hung down. Before he could think of how to crack the small cyan mirror, he was ready to stabilize it first. stable.

Lin Tong was relieved when he saw that he had been forced back temporarily. This small mirror was obtained by luck when he was hunting Monster in the battlefield.

This mirror is called the Qing Ning Mirror. You only need to put a wisp of the opponent's breath into it, and then you can release cyan light with a thought, freeze the opponent for a moment, and hit the target with perfect accuracy.

However, Lin Tong knew that this could only stop him for a while, but not for a lifetime. The person's cultivation level was much higher than his own, so even if he competed with his spiritual power loss, he was no match for him.

Fortunately, this was not his only method. With a movement of his eyes, a talisman appeared in the left hand of his sleeve robe, with a small red sword drawn on it.

Seeing the two people on the stage getting into a fight, Zhou Yan and others began to think about how they could break the situation.

The small round mirror could accurately capture Shentu's trajectory every time, or Lin Tong's own spiritual consciousness was powerful and penetrated Shentu's actions.

Or it's the function of the small round mirror that can accurately capture its actions.

Judging from the previous battles, it was obvious that Lin Tong's consciousness was not as strong as that of Shen Tu, so the reason was self-evident.

After a moment, a faint smile flashed across Zhou Yan's lips. He already had a way to crack it. This method is difficult to say and easy to say. Now it depends on whether Shentu can think of it.

At this moment, Shentu on the stage finally started to attack again. He grabbed his hand and took out a small black flag.

Above the flag, streaks of pitch-black mist instantly began to spread out. The mist spread rapidly and enveloped the entire martial arts stage in the blink of an eye.

The monks watching the battle suddenly became noisy. They were now blind to the progress on the stage.

"quiet!"

A cold shout sounded, Yuan Feng's figure soared into the air, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and his aura exuded.

Zhou Yan didn't pay attention, but closed his eyes, his consciousness surged between his eyebrows, and he moved towards the top of the ring to detect.

Just when Zhou Yan was exploring his consciousness, a person looked over at Huazhimen Mountain Gate, but quickly moved away.

"This mist actually has a blocking effect on spiritual consciousness, but it can't stop me."

During his induction, Shen Tujue's body once again turned into a black smoke and disappeared in place. With the obstruction of the black mist, even Zhou Yan found it difficult to find his body.

Lin Tong's face was solemn. Although the talisman in his left hand had not been fully activated, there was no time now. He could only pause the input of spiritual power and be ready to use it at any time.