The two monks on the stage were both at the seventh level of Qi Refining. After they clasped their fists and saluted each other, there was not much nonsense.

One of the round-faced monks took the lead in attacking and unleashed a spell that was worthy of a special effects movie.

Zhou Tong watched with relish, and he could learn more or less from watching others fight.

Just as I was looking at it, suddenly the cheers of a group of women came from the distance.

"Damn! What are these old ladies yelling about? They scared me."

Looking around, I saw a man in white clothes standing on a nearby ring.

Such a cool look made Zhou Tong feel that this person's temperament was already a threat to him, only slightly inferior to him Zhou Tong.

"Senior Brother Tiancheng!"

"Senior brother is so handsome!"

"Ah, Senior Brother Tiancheng is looking at me."

The chirping sounds of those female cultivators made many male disciples look full of jealousy.

"Senior Brother Tiancheng?"

Zhou Tong seemed to have heard this name somewhere. Before he could think about it, there was a humanoid answering machine nearby to help him solve his doubts.

"Is this the only Tianlinggen Yun Tiancheng in this generation's Qi refining period? He is already at the tenth level of Qi refining at such a young age. It's really irritating to compare people to others."

"That's right, we people practice hard every day, and our cultivation grows slowly. Look at others, these are the winners in life."

Listening to the discussion of these people, Zhou Tong also remembered that there was indeed a Tianlinggen monk among his group of disciples, who seemed to be a descendant of a certain Danjie elder in the sect.

"This is the second generation immortal. Sure enough, reincarnation is a technical job."

While Zhou Tong was sighing, the winner had already been decided in the arena.

The round-faced disciple cupped his hands and said, "This junior brother accepts the concession."

The defeated disciple suffered some minor injuries and cupped his hands and said: "Brother, my magic power is great, I am defeated."

After saying that, he jumped off the ring, found a secluded place, took a pill, and meditated to recover.

Everyone only has three chances to challenge. If you consume too much mana, you will basically have no chance at all.

The first round of auditions only lasts for three days, which is a big challenge for most disciples. It is very difficult to defeat five people in a row and stand out among thousands of disciples.

There are no flashy spells in the Qi refining stage, the comparison is the proficiency of spells, mana and the strength of one's own magic weapon.

After all, being able to get a good magic weapon during the Qi refining period, no matter how you get it, is part of your strength.

This is just a sect fighting. If it comes to a life and death battle, will you tell the other party that this is unfair?

Zhou Tong looked at each arena and wandered around for a long time, remembering some people with quite good strength. Although he could definitely control the strength of these people, making himself too conspicuous obviously did not meet the requirements.

His original intention.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

Not far away below the ring, Yang Mancang was staring solemnly at the fighting on the ring.

"Junior Brother Mancang!"

Hearing Zhou Tong's voice, Yang Mancang quickly turned around.

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

Yang Mancang saw that it was Zhou Tong and hurriedly came up to him.

And behind him was a female nun with a delicate face.

Zhou Tong looked at the two of them, as if he had some realization.

"Junior Brother Mancang, who is this???"

When Yang Mancang heard this, he blushed, scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Brother, this is Junior Sister Lin Yan."

"You kid can do it!"

Zhou Tong hammered Yang Mancang on the shoulder. It was not easy to speak without restraint when Lin was here.

"I met Junior Sister Lin in Next Week Tong."

"I've met Senior Brother Zhou, and I heard Senior Brother mention you."

Lin Yan said calmly, looking a little reserved.

This made me a little curious about how these two people got to know each other in such a mess, and I became very interested in gossip. After today was over, I decided to ask this guy.

"Senior Brother Zhou, have you entered the ring?"

Yang Mancang asked.

"Not yet, let's check the situation first. Junior Brother Mancang is ready to participate."

Yang Mancang nodded: "I was lucky enough to win once"

"Awesome, keep up the good work, senior brother is optimistic about you."

Yang Mancang sighed: "After watching the fighting skills of the geniuses of the sect, I feel like we are from two different worlds. We are both in the Qi refining period. I didn't expect there to be such a big gap."

Zhou Tong said nonchalantly: "Why compete with those people? They are so good, can they still affect your fight for the top three hundred places?"

These words made Yang Mancang and Lin Yan a little stunned.

Lin Nuo chuckled: "Yes, Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Zhou is right, we are just ordinary monks, we just do our best."

Yang Mancang's frown relaxed a little, and he no longer felt the huge pressure brought to him by those talented people.

People are not of the same level to begin with. Thinking too much will only increase worries.

After looking at the two of them, Zhou Tong realized that he didn't want to be a lightbulb here. He encouraged each other and started wandering around other arenas again.

"This Senior Brother Zhou is such an interesting person."

Lin Yan smiled slightly.

Yang Mancang nodded: "Senior brother is always so free and easy, as if he can never see trouble in him. He stays alone in the elixir garden for several years, and he is still so optimistic. I am not as good as me."

"Senior Brother Yang, this is for you."

Lin Yan took out a pendant and handed it to Yang Mancang.

"Junior sister, what is this?"

"My mother begged me for this when I was little, saying it could bless me with peace. I give this to you, hoping it will bring you good luck."

Lin Yan said, her face slightly red.

Yang Mancang was a bit honest and honest, but he was not a fool. He understood Lin Concubine's thoughts instantly.

He took the pendant and put it in his arms solemnly.

"Junior sister Lin, I, Yang Mancang, will never let you down in this life."

From a distance, Zhou Tong looked at the two of them, looking like you and me, and let out a long sigh.

"Brother, remove the limbs of a centipede. Women are like winter clothes. People on earth will not deceive me."

Invisibly, a wave of dog food was spread, which made Zhou Tong, a bachelor who has been single for decades, feel a little tortured in his weak heart.

I feel very happy that my friend can have a good Taoist companion.

At the end of the day, Zhou Tong, who had been wandering around all day, jumped into the ring.

Like him, his opponent is also a monk at the sixth level of Qi refining.

The opponent's idea is to win a quick victory, and he comes up with a set of magic combos.

"My spell training is good, but the speed is too slow and the magic power is too weak. This is a test of my acting skills. How about just throwing a few spells to end the battle? No, no, no. What if I accidentally hurt someone? After all, we are all brothers in the same sect.

What does it mean not to lose a few talismans?"

During the break between spell attacks, Zhou Tong had several countermeasures flashing through his mind, but none of them were satisfactory.

Soon he had an idea and started running around the ring, revealing his 18-pack abs. He is so talented and as strong as an ox.
Chapter completed!