Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Three days later, a large number of immortal cultivators had gathered on the wilderness plain in front of the Nether Sect Mountain Gate.

The identities of this group of immortal cultivators are diverse.

Among them were the disciples and elders of the Netherworld Sect. They contributed the most in this war and occupied the vast majority of seats.

There are also some cultivators from affiliated sects who also contributed greatly in this war. The Netherworld Sect gave these cultivators seats and unified rewards according to the contribution of each sect.

In addition, there are many casual cultivators who choose to take refuge in the Netherworld Sect territory because of the threat of war.

Only a small number of these people contributed enough to sit in the seats, and most of them stood on the periphery of the wilderness plains to watch this grand event.

The process of the celebration banquet was nothing special. It was just that Lord Xuanyun commended the monks who had contributed the most and then asked everyone to toast.

Other than that, there are necessary, but high-sounding, drowsy nonsense.

In the past, everyone would have poured their drinks individually and would never have paid attention to this nonsense.

But today is different. Everyone knows that after True Lord Xuanyun finishes his speech, there will be a competition between Yongzhou's genius and the genius recommended by Netherworld Sect.

Sure enough, when Zhenjun Xuanyun finished his long words of encouragement, his beautiful eyes scanned the entire audience and finally rested on the two young men.

One of the young men was dressed entirely in black, his appearance was hidden under a hood, and he held a long gun in his arms, with murderous intent burning like fire.

The other was wearing a gray-white gown, with a soft face, a plain expression, and a lingering gloominess between his brows.

The two of them were facing each other in the noisy crowd, but they seemed to be the center of the world, attracting everyone's attention. No matter who they were, they couldn't help but look at them.

"I know that all fellow Taoists are expecting something when they come here this time."

True Lord Xuanyun spoke slowly.

"Forget it, the duel between Wu Ning and Zhou Yiqiao starts now!"

As soon as her voice fell, the square suddenly became quiet.

Everyone held their breath and watched carefully, not daring to miss anything.

Over the past few days, everyone has gained a rough understanding of the information on both sides of the competition.

Wu Ning is the top genius in Yongzhou. He is extremely powerful. Although he has not entered the ranks of Yuanying, his strength is comparable to ordinary Yuanying monks.

A few days ago, he faced a Nascent Soul monster all by himself, severely injuring it, and his reputation skyrocketed.

Of course, in the eyes of some people, this is not the point.

The most important thing is that the other party is the adopted son of the third elder of the Nether Demon Sect.

Many Kun cultivators in the crowd came because of their status and wanted to see the grace of this Yongzhou genius.

If you can make the other party favor you, it will naturally be better.

Relatively speaking, Zhou Yiqiao is not so famous.

Although he was the genius of Yanzhou selected by Netherworld Sect to fight against Wu Ning, he usually lived in seclusion and kept a low profile and was almost unknown.

Except for some elders and deacons, even many Netherworld Sect disciples did not know that he was the person who brought back the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Kung Fu to Netherworld Sect.

Under this situation, Zhou Yiqiao, a monk from Yanzhou, had very few supporters.

"Although Zhou Yiqiao looks handsome this week, it is his appearance that catches his eye. Whether it is spiritual pressure or aura, there is a huge difference between clouds and mud."

"Then you are wrong. I heard that Mr. Zhou is the person always recommended by the Netherworld Sect Master and even all the elders. Among the Jindan monks in Yanzhou, he is also considered one of the best!"

"So what, Mr. Wu is the genius of Yongzhou. That is what I, the monk of Yanzhou, can contend with."

"Hey, that's what you said. I just hope that this Zhou Yiqiao won't disgrace me, the Yanzhou monk."

The monks on the plain met one after another, and Zhou Yiqiao and his two men each stepped onto the martial arts field.

On the high platform, the two men were facing each other from a distance, and the atmosphere was solemn.

"So you have been practicing in this environment?"

"Having been misunderstood all day long by these yes-men who don't know what they are talking about and go along with their voices, have you never thought about making a change?"

Wu Ning looked at Zhou Yiqiao, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in an indifferent tone.

"It's just gossip, it can't hinder my Taoist heart."

Zhou Yiqiao chuckled, and replied while holding out the fixed purple bamboo sword.

"I am different. If I encounter this situation, I will treat these people..."

Wu Ning glanced at the people waiting under the ring, as if he didn't realize that these people were shouting for him, he made a speech and said word by word.

"Kill them all!"

After saying this, the spear in Wu Ning's arms stirred up a prairie fire, and in an instant, the entire spear burst into flames.

At this moment, everyone from Zhenjun Xuanyun to an unknown Qi Refining practitioner held their breaths.

"Boom!"

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, lightning thundered, and a huge muffled sound came from the ring. In an instant, it spread across the entire wilderness plain.

The spear in Wu Ning's hand turned into a fire dragon and soared into the sky.

The flames were raging into the sky, as if they were going to burn the entire sky. The terrifying high temperature distorted the void, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

"Hiss..."

A thick fire dragon cut through the sky, fell from the sky, and headed straight for Zhou Yi Bridge.

Zhou Yiqiao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked solemn. The fixed purple bamboo sword in his hand shone brightly. He drew out the sword and met the fire dragon with a mighty sword light.

As soon as the two of them fought, roars erupted, the ring cracked, the air around them was shattered, and a powerful wind blew up.

"Roar!"

A moment later, the fire dragon roared loudly, and roared again and flew towards him, faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Zhou Yiqiao, with its teeth and claws bared, unparalleled in its ferocity.

Zhou Yiqiao pushed his feet hard and jumped upwards. His thunder clothes made a sound, and streaks of thunder poured out from his raised arms, weaving into a big thunder net and covering the fire dragon.

"Zizzi...bang!"

A burning smell spread above the ring, the flames went out, and a spear burning with blazing flames was nailed to the ground.

The fire light danced, reflecting Wu Ning's face red. He looked at Zhou Yiqiao in mid-air, with a cruel smile on his lips.

"you lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his right palm, and raging flames poured out from all sides, instantly wrapping around the spear and swallowing it completely.

In an instant, the flames surged, and a huge pillar of fire rose into the sky.

The extinguished fire dragon roared up to the sky again, coiled in mid-air, and then swooped down.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Yiqiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression instantly became extremely solemn.

Perhaps in the eyes of the surrounding onlookers, the method he just showed was extremely easy.

But only he knew that he had tried his best in both attacks!