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

"Good good!"

Elder Bai Gu said three good words in a row, obviously very satisfied with Zhou Yiqiao's words.

After saying this, he looked at Shen Kuo on the side. Shen Kuo understood and cupped his hands towards everyone.

"The apprenticeship ceremony is completed!"

"You can have your meal now."

As he spoke, he also looked at the monks from the sect.

"Of course, according to the habits of my Netherworld Demon Lord, now is also the time for you to challenge the fifth junior brother."

Shen Kuo's words meant something, and all the monks present unconsciously looked at the young man behind the chief elder in the sect.

The young man was dressed in a black standard robe. He had a handsome appearance, a slender and tall figure, a look of indifference between his brows, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes.

He is Zhao Feihong whom Shen Kuo mentioned to Zhou Yiqiao.

After Zhao Feihong felt everyone's eyes focused on him, his face could not help but darken.

He had just witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of Zhou Yiqiao being blessed by the incarnation of the Immortal Demon Lord.

Now let him step forward to challenge, regardless of success or failure, it is a choice to express his dissatisfaction with the Immortal Demon Lord to everyone.

If such heart-breaking remarks are taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives, he may be ostracized in the future not only in the Nether Demon Sect, but also in the entire group of demon monks.

Thoughts were spinning in his mind, and in the end, he could only look at the old man in front of him, hoping that his master could help.

Unfortunately, his master didn't respond.

He can only face all this by himself.

Zhao Feihong took a deep breath, and in full view of everyone, he bravely came to Zhou Yiqiao and bowed to him.

"Junior brother Zhou, I'm Zhao Feihong, please give me some advice."

Zhou Yiqiao turned around to ask for instructions from his master. Seeing that Elder Bai Gu had no objection, he returned the favor to Zhao Feihong.

"I have long admired the name of Senior Brother Zhao, please."

After the two of them finished speaking, they jumped to the open space in the center of the hall.

Elder White Bones flicked his finger, and a beam of spiritual power flew out from his hand and shot towards the two of them.

The moment the spiritual power beam approached Zhou Yiqiao and Zhao Feihong, it transformed into a square spiritual power light shield, covering the two of them.

Within the light shield, two magic swords were suspended beside each other, facing each other from a distance, their momentum gradually rising.

Zhou Yiqiao looked at Zhao Feihong in front of him and couldn't help but feel sad for this man's current situation.

No matter how you say it, this person is still a new generation genius who can be on the list of deceased people. He should be envied by others.

But now, because of the struggle between the two major factions in the Demon Sect, he was pushed to the front of the stage to complete a battle that was destined to fail.

That's right, in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes, Zhao Feihong is destined to fail in this fight!

"The visitor is a guest, Senior Brother Zhao, please come!"

Zhou Yiqiao was confident and waved towards the other party.

Although Zhao Feihong knew that he had little chance of winning this battle, he did not expect that Zhou Yiqiao would despise him so much.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly slapped the magic sword behind him with his right palm, and with the help of the rebound force from the magic sword, he rushed towards Zhou Yiqiao.

"Then senior brother, I'd rather be respectful than obey your orders!"

Zhao Feihong's body was like lightning, and he was approaching in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yiqiao seemed to have no reaction at all, standing there blankly without making any movement.

Zhao Feihong snorted coldly, with a hint of hope in his eyes, and punched Zhou Yiqiao with a punch packed with overwhelming spiritual power, hoping to take the opportunity to take the initiative.

However, just when he was still an inch away from Zhou Yiqiao, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Yiqiao's mouth.

Zhao Feihong felt his eyes blurred, and a huge coercion suddenly descended.

"boom!"

The moment he was about to approach Zhou Yiqiao, Zhao Feihong's body flew out like a cannonball, leaving him a very long distance away.

"This pressure...have you already understood the seal given by the Immortal Demon Lord!?"

Zhao Feihong stared at Zhou Yiqiao with shock in his eyes.

Just at the moment when his fist was about to contact the man in front of him, his spiritual consciousness kept sending alarms to him.

It seemed that as long as he came into contact with Zhou Yiqiao, he would be crushed to pieces by the other party!

"Senior Brother Zhao is so complimentary."

Zhou Yiqiao chuckled and joked.

"Junior brother may not be my senior brother, who has such a heaven-defying understanding."

While he was speaking, the Shen Yuan sword behind him suddenly bloomed with a bright blue-purple sword light. The sword light actually contained majestic and vast pressure.

"This powerful pressure is simply due to the fact that the spiritual strength of junior brother is much higher than that of senior brother."

After saying this, Zhou Yiqiao leaned back slightly, a fierce look burst out from his eyes, and a powerful sword energy suddenly erupted.

Zhao Feihong was shocked by Zhou Yiqiao's sudden attack and hurriedly used his defensive weapon to resist Zhou Yiqiao's attack.

But the moment his spiritual power was activated, he could clearly feel that the spiritual sea in his Dantian had been depleted by 20% for no reason!

The depletion of the spiritual sea caused Zhao Feihong's output of spiritual power to decrease, and the defensive power of the defensive magic weapon was naturally reduced a lot.

Shen Yuanjian's sword energy went forward and hit Zhao Feihong's defensive weapon hard.

The next moment, a surging air wave came out from the collision point, and Zhao Feihong was knocked tens of meters away and fell to the ground.

He climbed up with difficulty, closed his eyes tightly, and tried to calm down his chaotic spiritual sea.

Zhou Yiqiao, on the other hand, stood firmly on the spot and watched the changes.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you lose."

"Junior Brother Zhou is very strong, and Senior Brother is convinced that he lost!"

Zhao Feihong got up from the ground with difficulty, cupped his fists and bowed towards Zhou Yiqiao, with a little helplessness in his tone.

Although he didn't know what Zhou Yiqiao had just done, he knew that even if they fought again, he would be at a disadvantage.

When he thought that he was forced to this point by the sect's faction, Zhao Feihong also lost his fighting spirit and decisively admitted defeat.

"Senior Brother Zhao, thank you very much."

Zhou Yiqiao spoke in a humble tone, cupped his hands slightly, and then turned to look at his master.

Elder Baigu was in a good mood and casually removed the spiritual shield.

He held his hands and laughed as if it was the first time he saw Zhou Yiqiao's strength.

"good very good!"

"Spiritual power surges like a torrent. That boy from the Wu family, Wu Ning, said that you are not as powerful as the Yanzhou monks. Now it seems that is indeed the case."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly, in line with Master Cheap's idea of ​​intimidating everyone.

"Senior Brother Zhao had no fighting spirit and was negligent, which resulted in the disciple's victory with one blow."

The two sang and harmonized, reducing Zhao Feihong to nothing.

But everyone present knew that these two people were taking the opportunity to ridicule all the monks in the sect.

Sure enough, after just a few words, someone from the sect faction stood up and said coldly.

"Now that the apprenticeship ceremony has been completed, I won't bother you anymore and say goodbye!"