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

The cold voice of the Chuan Gong elder came at the right time, pouring cold water on the originally extremely eager crowd.

"The rewards here are rich, but there are also punishments!"

"Anyone who participates in the competition, if their ranking does not match their strength, will need to go to the Yanhuan battlefield to fight against the barbarians of the Demon Kingdom after the competition!"

"The term for the outer disciples is one year, and the term for the inner disciples is five years. The sect master has informed General Weiyuan on the Yanhuan front line that anyone who leaves his post without authorization on the front line and disobeys military discipline will be dealt with according to military law!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire Phoenix Nest suddenly became cold, and all the disciples were obviously caught off guard by this arrangement.

If Zhou Yiqiao hadn't been informed in advance by Yan Shaoyang, he would have been no different from everyone else present. With his own hands and feet tied, he would have been destined to go to the front line.

"Elder, I dare to ask, what kind of ranking is consistent with your own strength?"

In the front row of the crowd, Situ Yiming suddenly asked.

As the first person and senior brother recognized by the inner and outer sects to build foundations, he has the responsibility to raise everyone's doubts at this moment.

When the elder Chuan Gong heard this, he stroked his gray beard with a smile on his face and said.

"Don't worry, the sect master and deputy sect master have already led many of our elders to set goals based on the strength of each disciple. Now the elders will distribute the wooden plaques recording the information to everyone."

After the elder Chuan Gong finished speaking, several golden elixir breaths came from a distance.

Everyone looked up and saw that dozens of Jindan elders had arrived above everyone's heads.

All the elders waved their sleeves, and tens of thousands of wooden plaques fell from the sky, landing accurately in the hands of every disciple.

This behavior of simplifying things into complex ones is undoubtedly a kind of dazzling skill, and its real purpose is probably to show strength in front of the disciples of the Holy Sect.

Zhou Yiqiao took the wooden sign in front of him, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the wooden sign. The two messages "Bingchen Ba" and "Four Hundred" were passed into Zhou Yiqiao's mind.

Seeing the ranking among the wooden cards, Zhou Yiqiao frowned secretly.

There are more than 3,000 disciples building the foundation of Phoenix Pavilion. In the early stage of foundation building, nearly 70% of them are occupied, which is more than 2,000 people. Among the remaining disciples, those in the middle stage of foundation building accounted for 80%, and those in the late stage of foundation building occupied the last 20%.

The request of the four hundred people in this wooden sign can be said to be acknowledgment of Zhou Yiqiao's strength, which ranks among the top disciples in the mid-stage foundation building of Phoenix Pavilion.

He entered the Phoenix Pavilion to follow Mr. Luo's order to protect Princess Fengxiao. Since joining the sect, Zhou Yiqiao has never exposed his true strength in front of others.

In addition, the senior management of Phoenix Pavilion should be aware of Mr. Luo's arrangements. Logically speaking, this competition will not place excessive demands on Zhou Yiqiao.

Sure enough, at this time, a rough-looking fellow student in the early stage of foundation building spoke up and asked all the doubts in Zhou Yiqiao's heart.

"Elder Qi, this disciple is only at the initial stage of foundation building. Why does this competition need to be ranked at least 800?"

Elder Chuan Gong seemed to have been prepared for such questions, and smiled softly and spoke to reassure him.

"The rankings in the wooden cards in everyone's hands are the conclusions reached after many discussions with the senior management, and will not exceed the scope of your strength."

Hearing this, Zhou Yiqiao looked at Princess Fengxiao, who was standing next to Situ Yiming in the front row, as if waking up from a dream.

The only senior person in the Phoenix Pavilion who can change his ranking among the wooden cards is probably this woman's master, Fei Zhenjun, the deputy sect leader of the Phoenix Pavilion.

As if feeling Zhou Yiqiao's gaze, Princess Fengxiao also turned around at this time and glanced at Zhou Yiqiao provocatively, her eyes filled with gloating.

Zhou Yiqiao cursed secretly, and thought to himself, as expected, his thoughts kept surging, looking for the best solution.

To qualify for the 400th place, he needs to win at least three rounds of the arena, and in the third round he has to face his fellow disciples who are in the later stages of foundation building.

The methods he has prepared during this period may not be enough to fight against those in the late stage of foundation building. If he is forced to do so in the arena later, he will have to risk exposing part of his strength and use the best spiritual weapons obtained from the secret realm. .

"I am devoted to running the Five Fortune Hall and have wasted my cultivation for at least several years. Why do I need to be among the top 100?"

Yan Shaoyang's wail brought Zhou Yiqiao's thoughts back to reality.

Zhou Yiqiao chuckled when he heard this, reached out and patted Yan Shaoyang's shoulder.

"Senior Brother Yan, the quality of your spiritual weapon has far exceeded that of most of your fellow disciples. Wealth is also part of your strength."

With Yan Shaoyang's interlude, the depression in Zhou Yiqiao's heart dissipated a lot. The two stood still and listened to the elder Chuan Gong saying a lot of useless words, and finally told the time when the competition would start.

"Okay, I won't say any more nonsense. I just wish you all good luck and a good ranking in this competition."

"Okay, now, I will announce that the sect disciple competition has officially begun!"

Tens of thousands of disciples dispersed, and the inner and outer disciples went to the arena in different directions to participate in their own competitions.

Zhou Yiqiao walked with Yan Shaoyang and soon saw his opponent in the first round of the ring.

On the ring marked Bingchen, an old man was standing on the ring with his back bent.

Although the old man's strength is only in the early stage of foundation building, his spiritual power is extremely strong. At first glance, he looks like someone who has been immersed in the early stage of foundation building for many years.

Seeing that his opponent was already waiting, Zhou Yiqiao bowed his hands to Yan Shaoyang and said goodbye. With the opponent's blessing, he jumped onto the ring.

Sensing that his opponent had finally appeared, the old man opened his eyes. Although he was over two hundred years old, his eyes were extremely clear.

Seeing that Zhou Yiqiao's cultivation had reached the middle stage of foundation building, he was unmoved and quickly took up his stance.

Although Zhou Yiqiao knew that he could easily defeat the person in front of him, he still had the attitude of a lion fighting a rabbit, took out a spiritual enhancement pill and held it in his mouth, used the Swift Wind Sword, and was fully prepared.

A Jindan elder was refereeing the competition above the ring. Seeing that both of them were ready, he announced the start of the competition.

As soon as the elder finished speaking, Zhou Yiqiao used the Quicksand Movement Technique, and his body turned into a shadow, sweeping towards the old man like flying sand and rocks.

When the other party saw Zhou Yiqiao's extraordinary speed, his unmoved face became serious.

He clasped his hands together and clapped his hands violently, and a huge rock wall rose from the ground, blocking Zhou Yiqiao's way.

Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao showed no intention of slowing down. The wind sword shot out of the air and in an instant, the solid rock wall was shattered into pieces.

Zhou Yiqiao crossed the rock and caught the old man who was holding the secret.

Although the old man was captured, he still refused to surrender and kept twisting his body, trying to break free from Zhou Yiqiao's grasp.

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes were as dark as ink, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger. The old man couldn't hold back the strength in his throat, and his face turned red.