Zhou Tong kept wandering around, exerting his acting skills to the extreme, and dodging the opponent's spell attacks every time.

If the other party wants to get close, he will run far away.

Find the right opportunity to control the force, and harass a few times from time to time. Although the damage is not great, this style of play not only makes the opponent crazy, but also makes the people watching in the audience shake their heads frequently.

You can't catch it if you fight, you can't catch it if you chase it.

"Stop! Don't run away! This is too much bullying. Do you dare to fight me openly?"

The monk was so angry that he really wanted to catch this bastard and beat him up.

With the continuous consumption of mana and physical strength, the monk was already tired and panting.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhou Tong spotted the opportunity and rushed forward.

That disciple's magic power is now exhausted and he can't dodge at all.

Zhou Tong used a move of secular martial arts Paiyun Palm, and ended the battle with a miserable howl of unwillingness.

Zhou Tong cupped his hands to the disciple who fell off the stage and said with a smile: "I accept it."

The disciple looked unwilling. It would have been fine if he had fought openly and honestly. Now he just feels extremely aggrieved by losing.

The Xuanling Sect monk who was in charge of recording on the side returned Zhou Tong's identity token, looked at Zhou Tong, and reminded: "It seems that you have studied ordinary martial arts. That kind of thing is not beneficial to practice. Don't

Put the cart before the horse."

"Thank you, Master Uncle, for your advice. I will remember it, junior."

Zhou Tong quickly accepted the criticism humbly. This was a senior in the foundation building stage. He was kindly reminded of himself, so naturally he did not dare to say anything more.

After winning a game, he didn't stay in the ring. If any of the sect's geniuses didn't like him and were ready to come up and teach him a lesson, it would be too much of a test of his acting skills. It would be bad to win, and it would be bad to lose.

Winning easily made him feel good. Although it would be some time before the end of today's competition, Zhou Tong flew back to the elixir garden with his sword early.

After studying the formations for a while, I felt drowsy, and soon went to meet with Duke Zhou.

The next day, when Zhou Tong arrived, today's competition had already begun. He wandered around and repeated the process again.

Won three games easily again.

He felt very speechless towards these opponents. It was clear that they would advance by winning five games in three opportunities, but these people insisted on staying on the stage and showing off to prove their superior strength.

He cannot understand the brain circuits of these people.

But after he won four games in such a crazy way, he became famous in a small area.

When the battle in the arena where he was standing ended, the disciples on the stage saw his figure and jumped off the arena.

This left Zhou Tong speechless for a moment.

"Am I so scary?"

In desperation, he planned to go to other arenas to check the situation.

But as soon as he stepped forward, the disciple who had just won the competition jumped onto the ring again.

Some disciples who don’t know the truth are very puzzled by this operation.

"Have you seen that person just now? This person is extremely insignificant. He never fights head-on with others. He relies on his strong body to forcefully consume all the opponent's magic power. After winning a match, he wanders around, looking for fellow disciples who are not high in cultivation.

Challenge, whoever is targeted by him will be in trouble."

The monks on the side were a little stunned for a moment.

Although this method does not violate the rules, it is really shameful, and many disciples who maintain their own identity simply disdain to associate with this person.

However, there are also some disciples who are not very strong, but they are enlightened, as if they have discovered something extraordinary.

Quietly leave the crowd and go wandering elsewhere.

But in actual operation, it is very difficult to completely copy Zhou Tong's method.

Anyone who dares to jump into the ring has two skills. Not to mention consuming the opponent's mana, even if the opponent is a small level below oneself, it is not so easy to defeat the opponent easily.

Soon they realized that the muscular senior brother was really capable.

After wandering around for almost a day, Zhou Tong finally found an opportunity. He was just an insignificant person. Although some disciples noticed him, he seemed insignificant among these thousands of people.

Soon this disciple, like the other four disciples, was kicked off the ring by Zhou Tong after exhausting his magic power.

"Five consecutive wins! It's easy to handle. This sect competition has come to a successful conclusion. It's time to celebrate."

Zhou Tong is in a good mood. As long as his goal is to be in the top 300, he will be considered successful if he adds some sect contribution points.

What about a competition? Winning or losing is not important, everything is about participation.

According to the situation of these two days, after these three days of auditions, at most four to five hundred of the thousands of disciples can successfully advance.

By the time I eliminate one person in the knockout round, I will be firmly in the top 300.

But there is one thing that worries him, because the knockout round is not a free choice of opponents, but a random draw.

It is very possible that someone who is at the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining can draw a disciple who is at the tenth level of Qi refining.

If he is so unlucky, I am afraid that Zhou Tong will really have to participate in this sect competition.

"Next, should I worship the Three Pure Buddhas, Christ Allah or something like that?"

While Zhou Tong was frowning and thinking, he saw the figures of Yang Mancang and Lin Yan.

The two of them also noticed Zhou Tong.

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

Yang Mancang's face is full of spring breeze and he seems to be in a good mood.

"Look at the smile on your face turning into a chrysanthemum, but you successfully advanced."

Zhou Tong smiled.

Yang Mancang was a little confused as to why he smiled like a chrysanthemum instead of saying something else.

Senior Brother Zhou always has some weird words, so he didn't mind the comparison with Yang Mancang. He smiled and said: "I was lucky enough to pass the test, and I spent a lot of mana."

"Yes, yes, let's celebrate today. There are still a few jars of century-old wine over there, senior brother. This is good wine. What do junior brothers and sisters think?"

When Yang Mancang heard this, he subconsciously looked at Lin Yan beside him.

Lin Yan rolled her eyes at him and said lightly: "Thank you, senior brother, for the invitation."

Yang Mancang chuckled: "It seems that senior brother has also been promoted. If so, I will definitely not come back drunk today."

"Let's go!"

Zhou Tong laughed and stood up with his sword.

Yang Mancang and Lin Yan looked at each other.

"Let's go, you keep saying that Senior Brother Zhou is a great cook. After taking Bigu Pill for so long, you have quickly forgotten what ordinary food tastes like."

Lin Yan smiled, took Yang Mancang's hand and flew away with her.

Zhou Tong looked back and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Is it so popular in the world of immortals to show affection? I miss those gentle and lovely fairies in Jiaxing Valley!"

That night, the poultry raised in the elixir garden was robbed once again and turned into tasteless food.

Faced with the temptation of delicious food, even Lin Yan, who is not good at drinking, had a few drinks.

A meteor flashed across the night sky. The drunken Zhou Tong turned over and sat up, muttering to the falling meteor. Yang Mancang and Lin Nuo were puzzled.

"Senior Brother Zhou, what are you mumbling mysteriously?"

Yang Mancang staggered to Zhou Tong's side.

"Make a wish. This is a custom in my hometown. It is said that wishing on a shooting star is very effective."

"Is there still such a custom? Well, let me try it too."

Yang Mancang imitated Zhou Tong by kneeling on the ground and bowing to the night sky, making this order feel indescribably weird at night.
Chapter completed!