Seeking the Way of Immortality

The next morning, Wu Zheng arrived at the outer gate square early. The place was already crowded with people. Although there were very few people participating in the competition, those who were not qualified to participate also took this opportunity to see if they could gain some insights.

When the morning sun covered the entire earth, the judges on the podium were all seated, and the presiding officer was still Master Qingxu, the elder of the inner sect.

I saw Master Qingxu rising slowly from the rostrum, and the square was quiet. When Qingxu's body rose into the air, a hearty and majestic voice rolled out.

"Today's competition, a total of 489 people participated. The first round: 244 games, one person had a bye, and 245 people advanced; the second round: 122 games, one person had a bye. , 123 people advanced; the third round: 61 games, one person had a bye, 62 people advanced; the fourth round: 31 games, 31 people advanced; the fifth round: 15 games, One person has a bye, and 16 people advance; the sixth round: eight games, eight people advance; the seventh round: four games, four people advance; the eighth round: four games, the champion, second and third place are determined, and the winner is crowned in two groups. The battle for runner-up, the loser will fight for the third place.”

"Now let's talk about the rewards for the competition. The top three will receive one 'Epiphany Pill' each, the first place will have a top-grade magic weapon and a long sword; the second place will have a high-grade magic weapon and a long sword; and the third place will have a mid-grade magic weapon. A long sword. The top ten disciples each have one thousand low-grade spiritual stones; the eleventh to twenty disciples each receive five hundred low-grade spiritual stones; the twenty-one to thirty disciples each receive two hundred low-grade spiritual stones; As long as the participants survive today, each person will receive one hundred low-grade spiritual stones, and all prizes will be distributed after the competition is over," Qingxu said.

"Finally, in the arena, you are blind to weapons and have no confidence in life and death. You are not allowed to use elixirs, talismans, or pets during the competition. Once discovered, you will be disqualified."

"The contestants come on stage to draw lots. Those with the same numbers form a group. The numbers drawn correspond to the ring they are in. The first four rounds will be fought today, the fifth, sixth and seventh rounds will be fought tomorrow, and the eighth round will be fought the day after tomorrow. Now I announce that the fight will begin." After saying that, Qingxu let out a long roar to signify the beginning of the competition.

"No. 53, corresponding to Arena No. 53, who is the opponent?" Wu Zheng said in a low voice.

Turning around and walking towards Arena No. 53, I saw a big man standing on the stage, and Wu Zheng jumped up.

"Wang Changwu, do you dare to ask my brother's name?" the big man said, cupping his fists.

"Little brother Wu Zheng, please give me some advice." Wu Zheng said in return.

"I don't dare to teach you, let's just compare!" The big man took out the long sword from his storage bag and said.

You must know that not everyone has a flying sword, a magical weapon. Even if it is a low-grade one, not everyone can afford it.

Wu Zheng was not polite. He used quicksand technique and fire dragon technique, and the big man was knocked down before he could resist. This Wang Changwu is not bad either. He is already at the fifth level of Qi training. The only difference is that Wu Zheng's spells are instantaneous. There was a roar of applause from the audience.

"Is this Wu Zheng the coward Wu Zheng from the outer sect?" said a tall and thin man.

"Keep your voice down, you don't want to live anymore! Didn't you see that someone at the fifth level of Qi Refining can be defeated instantly! How could he be that loser?" the person next to him whispered.

Although Wu Zheng heard the conversations of these people, he just smiled. With his current cultivation level, there was really no need to argue with them.

The big man cupped his fists at Wu Zheng and said, "Thank you, Brother Wu, for not killing me. If you need my help in the future, Wang Changwu, please feel free to speak."

You must know that most people will kill their opponents and take away the opponent's storage bag for their own use. It cannot be said that there are no people like Wu Zheng who let their opponents go, but they are just very few.

Wu Zheng didn't say anything, he just nodded and smiled.

When the first round was over, the number Wu Zheng drew was 103, and his opponent also gave up because he was too seriously injured in the first round.

I have to say that Wu Zheng was very lucky. In the third round, he actually got a bye.

Wu Zheng was not idle when there was no competition, but watched other people's competitions in other arenas.

The third round ended very early due to the fighting in the first two rounds. Many people's spiritual energy was consumed a lot, so it ended very early. You must know that in a competition like this, the sect will not give any rest time.

Wu Zheng did not participate in both games, and his spiritual power was at its peak. In the fourth round, Wu Zheng met the famous epee sword Li Lie, who was at the eighth level of Qi training. Fortunately, Wu Zheng's body refining skills Xiao Cheng's strength also increased greatly, and he defeated Li Lie at the last moment.

Similarly, Wu Zheng did not kill him. After all, Wu Zheng was not a sinful person. Unless there was a reason to kill him, Wu Zheng usually chose to spare the other person's life.

Li Lie also clasped his fists in thanks, but did not say anything about death in retribution. After all, he only lost a little.

"Today's competition is over. Let's take a good rest and wait for better results tomorrow." Qingxu said with a smile. He was quite satisfied with today's competition.

After resting all night, Wu Zheng adjusted his spiritual power to its peak state in preparation for tomorrow.

The next morning, Wu Zheng's good luck seemed to have been exhausted yesterday. In the fifth round, his opponent was Chu Bufan, the Monument Opener who ranked ninth among the top ten masters of the outer sect. His cultivation was already at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Moreover, all the injuries from yesterday have been recovered, and he is now in peak condition.

It seems that if I don’t show some skills today, I’m afraid I will be out of the game! Wu Zheng thought to himself.

"Wu Zheng, please give me some advice from my senior brother." Wu Zheng said loudly.

"You dare to ask me to teach you at the sixth level of Qi training. I don't know if you are stupid or stupid." Chu Bufan laughed.

"Are you stupid? You'll know after we fight. Senior Brother Chu won't try to defeat me with his mouth, will he? I'm not good at that." The audience laughed. Just kidding, trying to defeat Wu Zheng with a few mocking words is really a joke.

"Boy, you're looking for death." Chu Bufan felt that Wu Zheng had let him down, so he attacked Wu Zheng without saying hello.

Chu Bufan was also arrogant, really thinking that Wu Zheng was invincible.

"Dragon Body Skill" unfolded, Qingxuan Slash was instantly launched, Chu Bufan had a lot of cultivation, but Wu Zheng didn't fight him head-on, instead, Chu Bufan had to deal with Wu Zheng's Qingxuan Slash, and it was hard to tell who was better.

"Boy, you're a woman, you just run away." Chu Bufan said angrily. This is not a big deal, but the female compatriots below are not happy!

"Chu Bufan, what are you talking about? Say it again if you have the guts." A group of girls said fiercely. Chu Bufan was so scared that he was terrified. It will be hard for this guy to find a Taoist partner in Qingyang Sect in the future!

At the moment when Chu Bufan trembled, Wu Zheng rushed forward and slammed into Chu Bufan. With Wu Zheng's current physical strength, Chu Bufan was directly knocked off the ring.

"Boy, you cheated." Chu Bufan said angrily.

"It turns out that the famous stone-opening hand Chu Bufan is a person who can't afford to lose!" Wu Zheng said in a strange voice.

The people around Chu Bufan laughed, and the boy quickly ran away with his tail between his legs. He didn't dare to stay here any longer, otherwise it would be difficult to leave! Don't you see, a group of girls are surrounding Chu Bufan, thanks to Chu Bufan's sharp eyes.

Quickly swallowing a Huiyuan Pill, Wu Zheng walked towards the rostrum. The other rings were not over yet. Taking advantage of this time, Wu Zheng quickly practiced his skills to refine the medicine.

When the sixth round began, Wu Zheng was almost 80% recovered.

The sixth round was fine. The opponent was a thin man at the seventh level of Qi training. Wu Zheng used his nearly perfect cultivation to deal with him, who was less than 60% of his cultivation. There was no suspense and he won easily.

The opponent in the seventh round was Yin Mengyao, the Piaoxue Sword. She was at the eighth level of Qi training and was a strong opponent.

"Sister, I am Wu Zheng. Please forgive me if I offend you during the fight later." Wu Zheng said at the beginning. He still had some good feelings for the beautiful woman Wu Zheng.

"Junior brother, please go ahead. If you lose, it's just because of your poor cultivation. You can't blame me." Yin Mengyao was also an upright person. Although she was a woman, her character was not inferior to that of a man.

Wu Zheng also secretly praised her.

Wu Zheng knew that Yin Mengyao would definitely not attack first. He clasped his fists and said, "Be careful." The moment the Quicksand Technique was activated, he immediately started the Dragon Step. Since Yin Mengyao has the title of Snow Sword, she naturally has her own unique features. She launched the flying sword and danced instantly. Snowflakes floated in the sky in an instant. Don't underestimate these snowflakes. Each piece contains Yin Mengyao's murderous intent.

Wu Zheng was also not vague. He used the Fire Dragon Technique, and all the snowflakes close to his body were evaporated. Yin Mengyao's murderous intent instantly disappeared.

"Snowflakes condense needles, kill."

"Qingxuan Slash, kill." Wu Zheng used his body to catch the needles condensed from snowflakes. He only felt a pain in his body. Regardless of the damage, he launched Qingxuan Slash.

Yin Mengyao did not expect Wu Zheng to be able to launch an attack when he was injured. As a result, he was hit by Qingxuan Slash and had no fighting power.

Fortunately, Wu Zheng had practiced the body refining technique, and the wound was not too deep. Most of the attacks were consumed by the fire dragon, so he did not suffer much damage and still had the strength to fight.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, you won!" Yin Mengyao stood up and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your concession, Senior Sister." Wu Zheng replied.

"I will come to you to learn from you when I have time. I hope you can teach me." Yin Mengyao said with a fist.

In the seventh match, Wu Zheng almost won, but the price was that his magic power was completely exhausted. Fortunately, this was the last match of the day.