When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 61 Competition
Look down on her?

Do they feel that since she just advanced to the foundation-building stage yesterday, she has become a soft persimmon in their hands, being manipulated as they please without any power to resist?

Zhou Ling just wanted to reply to them with "hehe".

Then she lowered her head and closed her eyes silently, carefully recalling the information about the opponents that her master had given her, and one by one matched the portraits of the names on them with the group of people who were discussing not far away.

Very good, she divided the information in her hands into three categories, one with a greater chance of winning, one with a chance of winning that required her to work a little harder, and a small category with only three people. But no matter which one it was, as long as the draw matched her, she would need to try her best to grasp that chance of winning.

The group of people who were talking about her not far away were only in the first category.

If the draw is successful, it is still uncertain who will win or lose.

The head master on the high platform finally finished his formal speech and nodded to signal the sect's deacons to strike the drums. The Taoist competition, which is held once every hundred years, began.

The monks, who were divided into groups according to their cultivation stages, lined up one after another and drew lots to decide who would be their opponents in the first round of eliminations.

The long queue was moving forward very quickly. When it was Zhou Ling's turn, she reached into the lottery box and took out a small piece of paper. She unfolded it and saw that it was eighty-eight! It was a very auspicious number.

"How much?" Zhou Li, who had already drawn the lot, quickly squeezed through the crowd and came over.

In fact, she was quite nervous, for she was afraid that the number in her daughter's hand was the same as hers.

"It's a lucky number, eighty-eight. Does it mean that I will get rich this year?"

Zhou Ling smiled with her eyebrows curved, and she didn't hide anything. She answered loudly and many people heard it.

"Haha! God helps me!!!"

Someone in the crowd howled. Zhou Ling looked in the direction of the sound. As expected, the saying "enemies often meet on a narrow road" was true. On the other side of the crowd, the male cultivator who was excitedly waving the eighty-eight notes in his hand, who else could it be but the man who wanted to beat Zhou Ling up before?

Fate has come to this point, how can Zhou Ling have the nerve to stop?

"Junior Sister Zhou, what a coincidence! You also drew number 88? Are you very happy to have drawn such an auspicious number? When you get on the stage soon, I hope you will be as happy as you are now."

The male cultivator pushed through the crowd and walked towards this side as if to show off. In the noisy square of the hall, he leaned slightly closer to Zhou Ling and smiled sinisterly.

"This is exactly what I want to tell you, brother. You seem quite happy now. When you are on the stage later, I hope you will be as carefree and happy as you are now."

"You!" How could the male cultivator not hear that Zhou Ling was mocking him.

But the difference in height and body shape between the two was too great. He looked like a mountain standing in front of the little girl. If he was a little fierce, it would seem like he was bullying a child.

Even though he was just bullying a child, he also had to save face. At least he wanted to do it in public and not be seen by outsiders to be ashamed.

He suppressed his anger and put a kind smile on his face again.

"I will take your words as a token of my appreciation. If I win on stage, I will definitely be happy."

The tall and handsome young man pretends to be kind and really looks like a decent man.

"Then Junior Sister, I wish you victory."

There is nothing else to it, the main point is to send yin and yang blessings and exchange gifts.

The two of them only exchanged these two sentences, without any offensive words, but just this attitude was enough to make the male cultivator opposite him furious.

This little girl is really not afraid of death. Who is she being so sarcastic about? She thinks that she can show off her power with her mouth and then I can give her a quick death and throw her down on the ring?
Absolutely impossible! When we get on the stage later, I will slowly torture her.

This disgusting man's temper is just the same as his master's. With a master like that, how can he teach good disciples? Today, he will teach them a lesson on how to behave!
……

Zhou Ling was very glad that she was small. When choosing the viewing seat, she could use her height and body shape to quickly move through the crowd, rush to the front, and occupy the best viewing position.

The flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers are not enough to describe the fierce fight on the stage.

This is the spectator seats for the Jindan stage arena. The two people fighting on the stage are both sword cultivators. Their sword skills and body movements are so fast that it is difficult to see clearly.

This is the kind of match that a sword cultivator should watch!

Gain experience, gain knowledge, unique!
The number he drew was a little later, and the competition might not start until the afternoon, so Zhou Ling spent the entire morning of free time sitting in the Jindan stage spectator seat.

It turns out that those who want to cultivate immortality need to see more of the world. If you keep staying in your own little nest and practicing, you will only improve your cultivation but not gain any experience.

In just this morning, Zhou Ling witnessed talisman practitioners using talismans to hit people, alchemy practitioners playing with fire by throwing stoves, sword practitioners killing people instantly with their sword intent, and a grand Taoist competition among Taoist practitioners.

By the time her mother came over and called her, saying that it was almost her turn to compete, her legs had become numb from squatting without her noticing.

It’s really strange. He’s a monk but his legs are still numb.

She stood up, used her spiritual power, and adjusted her state. It was time for her to go to her own arena.

"Come on!" Before going on stage, her mother stood below and made a fist gesture to her.

Zhou Ling smiled, made an OK gesture, and strode up the stairs with her skirt lifted.

"Fellow Daoist Tang Zhe of Guixu Sect, versus Fellow Daoist Zhou Ling of Wandao Sect, the battle begins!"

The elder in charge who read out the names stepped down from the stage, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.

"Junior Sister Zhou Ling, considering that you are still young and your cultivation is not stable, how about you make the first move and I take over?"

His polite and modest manner made the onlookers like him even more.

"Okay, thank you, Senior Brother Tang." How could Zhou Ling refuse such a good opportunity?
A white light flashed in his hand, and the ordinary white iron sword transformed by Hengyue appeared in the palm of his hand.

Tang Zhe on the opposite side saw her big movements and thought she would take out some sword, but when he looked closely, he found it was just an ordinary tin sword. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he felt extremely contemptuous. When he was about to say something to her, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten. Something was wrong!

When he glanced downwards with his spiritual sense, he saw several vines that had tightly wrapped around his feet. It seemed that they could pull him into the underground vines, causing him to feel a sudden sense of panic.

Logically speaking, it was just an ordinary wood-based Taoist method, and he shouldn't have this feeling.

Tang Zhe's reaction was quick, he swung his sword and killed.

But it was too late. The sword energy slashed and hit the soft bluestone slab, and all the force was dissipated. For a moment, he even wondered if he was dazzled.

The bluestone slabs on the arena are also engraved with powerful rune formations. They are extremely strong and will not be easily damaged. However... the rune formation cannot make the stone soft and absorb the force!

What kind of magic did this little girl use? It's so weird!
But before he could take the next step, the vines under his feet tightened again.

(End of this chapter)