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

It was night, outside Lock Longze Cave, Zhou Yiqiao was drinking with Yan Shaoyang.

One of them is obsessed with practicing, and the other is doing business all day long. If it weren't for this sect competition, these two people would rarely have such a pleasant time.

"Now that my junior brother and I have passed the second round of the competition, it is really a blessing and it comes to light."

Yan Shaoyang held a wine cup and invited Zhou Yiqiao.

Zhou Yiqiao raised his glasses to drink, took a sip of the spirit wine, and spoke with a sense of drunkenness.

"This competition is just to show the strength of Phoenix Pavilion to the three direct disciples of Qinjian Villa, but I don't know how many people's fates have been changed because of it."

Yan Shaoyang filled the wine glasses for the two of them and said with a surprised look on his face.

"Junior brother Zhou is still so sad for spring and autumn?"

Zhou Yiqiao shook the wine cup in his hand, and spoke with a faint smile on his lips.

“There will inevitably be emotional moments.”

Then he drank all the spiritual wine in the wine cup, then showed a smile and spoke again.

"Let's not talk about this matter. Junior brother, I would like to drink a full cup first. Congratulations to the two of us for winning the second round of the ring!"

When Yan Shaoyang heard this, he laughed loudly, raised his glasses and drank frequently.

The two of them exchanged cups and cups, and by the time Yan Shaoyang left, the moon was already shining brightly.

Watching Yan Shaoyang leave, Zhou Yiqiao's smile gradually faded, and the evil spirit in his eyes became stronger.

He is selfish by nature, and his previous lamentations were not for those fellow disciples who lost the competition, but because he offended two forces in the two arenas, and he was getting more and more angry, so he took advantage of the experiences of his fellow disciples to get a glimpse of them.

"Perhaps the best way to solve the problem is to make the person involved disappear."

Zhou Yiqiao gently twisted the wine cup with his fingers and murmured to himself.

Although Zhou Yiqiao's current strength is difficult to deal with Princess Fengxiao's troubles, it is still easy to deal with He Yunxi and her supporters.

A strong foundation-building disciple like Situ Yiming's target has always been the top female cultivators.

He Yunxi is neither a relative of the emperor nor one of the beauties of the Phoenix Pavilion. After all, among the many female cultivators in the Phoenix Pavilion, He Yunxi can only be regarded as a second-class talent.

The strength of the fans behind him is naturally only considered to be above average among the sect.

"The most important thing right now is tomorrow's arena match."

Although he already has a plan in mind, everything must be prioritized. Tomorrow's third arena will determine whether he can achieve the goal in the wooden card.

Compared to this, all other plans can be put on hold.

Zhou Yiqiao waved his sleeves and put away all the utensils. His body shook and all the drunkenness was expelled from his body. He returned to the quiet room and indulged in practice.

……

"Junior brother Zhou, senior brother will take the first step."

Beside the ring, Yan Shaoyang said goodbye, turned around and left.

Watching the opponent leave, Zhou Yiqiao jumped onto the ring, closed his eyes and concentrated, waiting for his opponent.

In just half a cup of tea, Zhou Yiqiao felt the arena shake. After opening his eyes, he saw a huge strong man appearing in front of him.

This strong man is nine feet tall, one head taller than Zhou Yiqiao. He looks like a liger and has an extremely fierce appearance. His cultivation in the late stage of foundation building is extremely condensed. At a glance, you can tell that he has been immersed in this realm for many years.

His voice was like thunder, and he pointed at Zhou Yiqiao and said in a very unkind tone.

"I heard that Junior Sister Yunxi was defeated by you. I spent a lot of money to change my opponent. Today I'm here to learn the clever tricks from my mentor disciple!"

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, his expression turned cold and he looked at He Yunxi who came to the ring with the strong man.

This woman seemed to know what Zhou Yiqiao meant, and she quickly sent a message to Zhou Yiqiao Road.

"Senior Brother, please do not misunderstand. Junior Sister did not tell Senior Brother Jin any details of the battle!"

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, his face was still cold and frosty, and in his heart he decided to die for this woman.

Regardless of whether this woman abides by the agreement or not, it is an established fact that she and her supporters will pose a threat to him, and only by eradicating the root cause can future troubles be permanently eliminated.

This strong man's tone was not good, so Zhou Yiqiao naturally spoke in a cold voice.

"Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. I am more powerful and victory is a force of nature."

When the strong man heard this, his face turned red immediately, his eyes widened with anger, and he was extremely fierce.

"What a force of nature. Today, I will let you have a taste of what is truly superior and what is the real force of nature!"

After saying that, he ran as fast as thunder and charged with an astonishing explosive aura.

The opponent's momentum was like a rainbow. Zhou Yiqiao knew that he could not fight hard at this time. There was a flash of light in his hand, and two talismans appeared in his hands, which were officially the tornado talismans purchased by Zhou Yiqiao.

He held the talisman between his fingers and chanted the inscription to activate his spiritual power. In an instant, strong winds rose above the arena, and two hurricanes appeared out of thin air, raging towards the strong man with the power to destroy everything.

Zhou Yiqiao knew that this tornado technique was only a second-level technique anyway, and could only delay the opponent's actions.

He patted the storage bag again and placed a stone-skin talisman on his chest. The talisman shone with yellow glare, wrapping Zhou Yiqiao's entire body under a layer of yellow-brown spiritual power.

In the final battle, Zhou Yiqiao no longer hid his clumsiness, and the Qiushui Blade suddenly shot out, and to the surprise of everyone in the audience, it flew towards the strong man in the center of the tornado.

The strong man was trapped by two hurricanes at the moment, unable to move even an inch. When he saw the Qiushui Blade attacking, he stepped on the ground and rose into the sky. He suddenly left the obstruction of the hurricane. The entrance door in his hand swelled up, and a heavy hammer appeared in his hand.

The strong man spun in the air several times, and then with one swing, the heavy hammer shot out like a cannonball.

The heavy hammer continued to grow in size in the air, and within three breaths, it actually reached the size of half a ring.

Zhou Yiqiao took back the autumn water blade and used the black wooden shield, not caring whether this low-grade spiritual weapon could withstand the surge of spiritual power that assisted him.

A solid spiritual energy poured into it like a rushing river. In the blink of an eye, the black wooden shield enlarged to more than ten feet, covering the entire arena in shadow.

"boom!"

With a deafening bang, the heavy hammer collided with the black wooden shield, and the entire arena, centered on Zhou Yiqiao, burst into pieces.

The spiritual energy of the two colliding continuously squeezed the surrounding air, and waves of air blew many of the fellow disciples watching the battle away from the ring.

Even so, the two of them had no intention of stopping. The spiritual power in their bodies seemed to be endless and they were still in a stalemate. The smoke and dust in the sky covered their figures, making it impossible for their fellow disciples to confirm the situation on the battlefield.

Elder Jindan, who was in the sky, saw the damage caused more and more, and hurriedly flew down. He held a magic spell in his hands and muttered words, summoning a golden light shield to cover the battlefield between the two.

After a long cup of tea, the smoke and dust in the light shield slowly dispersed. The two men were in ragged clothes and both were panting like cows.