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

As the Flame Scale Demon King finished speaking, an elder wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe and with white hair showing the vicissitudes of life slowly walked to the front.

This elder is one of the veterans of the Flame Scale Demon Clan, his name is Yan Feng, and his cultivation is so profound that it is said that he has reached the peak of the fusion state. He is the host of this competition.

There was a gleam of wisdom in Elder Yan Feng's eyes. He waved his hand lightly, and an ancient drawing table appeared out of thin air in the center of the arena.

This lottery table is extraordinary. It is carved from a whole piece of meteorite from outer space. There are countless mysterious formations engraved on the surface, and a faint spiritual light flows through it, showing its extraordinary origin.

The elder chanted a spell softly, and the formations on the drawing table lit up one by one. Points of light flew out of the formations and hovered in the air. Each point of light contained the name of a contestant.

These light spots slowly rotated with the power of the formation, and finally, guided by a spell, flew towards their respective opponents one by one.

Lang Ye and Zhou Yiqiao watched the ancient drawing ceremony intently. The monks around them also held their breath, waiting for fate to decide.

As the light spots continued to combine, the list of opponents gradually became clear.

Suddenly, a spot of light stood out among the many spots of light. It did not merge with the other spots of light, but flew to the side alone, revealing a name.

The owner of this name will be eligible for a bye in the first round and advance directly to the next round.

"The Iron Eagle of the Iron Wing Clan?"

Lang Ye suddenly spoke in a low voice, attracting Zhou Yiqiao's attention.

Following Lang Ye's line of sight, he saw a young demon with a relaxed brow, as if he had anticipated all this. He was standing next to the arena with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes swept back and forth between Tieying and Elder Yanfeng. His heart moved slightly, as if he sensed a hint of unusual aura.

But he did not reveal it immediately. Instead, he chose to remain silent, thinking quickly about possible variables in his mind.

"Brother Zhou, I'm going to go on stage first."

Lang Ye's voice interrupted Zhou Yiqiao's thoughts. His eyes were full of encouragement as he watched Lang Ye step onto the stage.

Lang Ye’s opponent in the first round is a young snake demon from the Green Scale Snake Clan, named Qing Xuan.

This monster has a graceful figure, with cunning and agility flashing in its snake eyes. In its hand, it holds a slender snake sword, and the tip of the sword trembles slightly, as if it can release a deadly poisonous mist at any time.

Lang Ye and Qing Xuan stood opposite each other, their auras slowly intertwined on the ring, gradually forming a tension of confrontation.

Lang Ye had a steady body and eyes as sharp as lightning, closely watching his opponent's every move.

Qingxuan was as alert as a snake, with faint green light flashing in her eyes, as if she was looking for the best time to attack.

Following Elder Yan Feng's order, the competition officially began.

Qingxuan took the lead. His body flashed like a nimble snake, and with a feminine force, he quickly approached Lang Ye.

The Spirit Snake Sword in his hand trembled, drawing out strange sword lights, pointing directly at Lang Ye's vital points.

Wolf Night was calm and unhurried, showing off his excellent fighting skills and great physical strength.

He used the unique footwork of the Sky Demon Clan, moving left and right, and cleverly avoided Qingxuan's attack.

At the same time, he clenched his fists tightly, and every time he swung his fists, he brought a fierce force, which collided with Qingxuan's Spirit Snake Sword, making a crisp sound of metal clashing.

When Qingxuan saw that her attack was ineffective, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

He just let out a light whistle, and the snake tail behind him swung violently, creating a gust of wind that swept towards Wolf Night.

This move is unpredictable and contains Qingxuan's bloodline power. Even a solid magical weapon can be easily crushed into pieces.

However, Lang Ye did not retreat. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the demonic power in his body began to run wildly. A powerful aura burst out from his body.

As the young patriarch of the Sky Demon Clan, Lang Ye has pure blood. His strength is far beyond the reach of even the members of the Sky Demon Clan of the same age and realm, let alone the Qingxuan Clan, which is not known for its strength?

At the moment when Qingxuan's snake tail was about to touch Langye, Langye stomped the ground hard, and the whole arena shook. His body turned into a residual image, avoiding Qingxuan's attack, and at the same time, a layer of faint light condensed on his fist, which was the unique demonic power of the Sky Demon Clan.

Lang Ye punched out and hit Qingxuan's snake tail. There was a loud bang, and Qingxuan's body fell far away on the edge of the ring like a flying stone.

There was a deep mark on her snake tail, obviously she was seriously injured.

Lang Ye did not pursue the victory, but stood with his fists clenched, showing his broad mind and magnanimity.

He nodded slightly at Qingxuan, and after confirming that the other party had lost the possibility of continuing the fight, he turned his gaze to the elder of the Flame Scale Royal Family who was presiding over the fight.

Upon seeing this, Elder Yan Feng nodded slightly, and his voice was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing over the arena.

"In the first round of competition, Wolf Night of the Sky Demon Clan wins!"

Following the elder's verdict, cheers erupted around the arena.

Lang Ye's strong performance won the recognition of many demon cultivators, especially his final act of stopping, which won the respect of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, competitions on other stages also began one by one, and the collisions of various magic arts and bloodline abilities intertwined into a series of magnificent scenes.

Some competitions ended quickly, while others were close. But no matter what the result was, after each competition, the winner would receive warm applause from the surrounding audience.

Time flew by in the fierce competition, and the first round of competition finally came to an end.

After a short rest, Elder Yan Feng started the drawing table again and drew lots for the second round of the competition.

This time, the names of all the contestants flew into the light spots again. As the formation rotated, they regrouped and looked for new opponents.

Wolf Night's name soon combined with other points of light, revealing his opponent.

However, the young man from the Iron Wing tribe who had a bye in the first round, Tieying, was not favored by the goddess of luck this time.

However, the opponent he drew was a demon cultivator who performed relatively weakly in the first round of competition.

Zhou Yiqiao witnessed all this and his brows couldn't help but frown again.

If the first bye could be considered as good luck for the monster, then the fact that the weakest monster cultivator was specially selected the second time would make people start to doubt whether the operation behind this competition was as fair and selfless as it seemed.

"Maybe this person is just lucky."

After all, there was no way to rule out the possibility that this person was really extremely lucky. Zhou Yiqiao could only suppress the thought that arose in his mind and turn his attention back to the competition with Lang Ye.

At this moment, Lang Ye was the first to stand on the competition stage, just like in the first round of competition.