Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

"Friend Qingfeng."

The examiner transmitted the message.

"No matter what your secret is, I will not ask for now. But the holy land is a deep place, so be careful."

Gu Sheng felt a chill in his heart, knowing that this senior might have seen something.

He nodded calmly, but was secretly alert in his heart.

"Gu Sheng! These bastards are too arrogant!"

Ling Xiao's voice suddenly exploded in his mind, his tone full of suppressed anger.

"Once the storm has passed, I will definitely teach them a lesson!"

Gu Sheng glanced sideways and saw Ling Xiao standing not far away, his handsome face slightly distorted with anger.

"Do not impulse."

Gu Sheng replied via voice transmission.

“They are not our target.”

"Humph!"

Ling Xiao snorted coldly.

"Didn't you hear what they said just now? We'll make you suffer after the game! Do you really think we're pushovers?"

Gu Sheng was silent.

He did hear the threats and even caught a few locks of spiritual consciousness filled with murderous intent.

If it were in the past, he would have
"Gu Sheng."

Ling Xiao's voice suddenly became serious.

"We are forbearing for the sake of greater things, but we are not for allowing ourselves to be bullied. If you give in again, they will only become more aggressive."

Gu Sheng's eyes moved slightly, and a string deep in his heart was gently plucked.

Yes, when did Gu Sheng become so timid?
At this moment, a cold voice pierced his ears.

"Qing Feng, don't think you're safe just because you have the examiner protecting you. Wait until the competition is over and see who can still protect you!"

Gu Sheng looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was the burly disciple of the Holy Land, who was staring at him as if he were a dead person.

"I have never met you, Your Excellency. Why are you targeting me?"

Gu Sheng asked back in a voice transmission.

"why?"

The other party grinned.

"How dare you, a nobody, overshadow our holy land? How dare you talk to me in that manner?"

A cold light flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes.

So that's it, it's just jealousy and arrogance at work.

"good very good."

Gu Sheng suddenly smiled, and that smile made the burly disciple's heart tremble for no reason.

"I got it."

After the voice transmission ended, Gu Sheng no longer paid attention to the other party, but the cold light in the depths of his eyes lingered for a long time.

Ling Xiao keenly noticed the changes in Gu Sheng.

"Figured out?"

"Ah."

Gu Sheng nodded gently, his tone frighteningly calm.

"Wait for the third round."

These three short words made Ling Xiao's eyes sparkle.

He knew Gu Sheng too well. When this usually gentle guy spoke in this tone, it often meant that someone was about to be in big trouble.

The assessment continued, and more and more cultivators passed the formation test.

Occasionally someone would make it into the top ten, causing a round of cheers.

Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao's rankings have always been as stable as Mount Tai, and no one can shake them.

"Look! Another person from the East Square has made it into the top ten!"

"Only two hundred and eighty breaths."

"Are these people crazy? Each one is faster than the other!"

The monks in the three squares were talking about it.

Those cultivators who barely managed to squeeze into the top ten looked at Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao with fear in their eyes.

"I hope they are just good at formations."

"If he's this strong in actual combat, how can we fight?"

"Impossible! How can a casual cultivator get so many resources? He must be specialized in formations!"

Gu Sheng took it all in and sneered in his heart.

He knew very well what these people were thinking - they hoped that he was weak, but at the same time they were afraid that he was insanely strong.

"Gu Sheng."

Ling Xiao suddenly sent a message.

"Look at the one in the blue robe in the West Square."

Gu Sheng looked in the direction he was directed and saw a young man in a blue robe staring at him coldly.

"The aura of the Blood Demon Sect."

Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes.

“It’s light, but it’s unmistakable.”

Ling Xiao said meaningfully.

Gu Sheng didn't respond, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

The intervention of the Blood Evil Sect means that things may be more complicated than expected.

Half a day flies by.

When the last group of monks completed the assessment, the sun had already set, dyeing the three squares blood red.

"The second round of assessment is over!"

The examiner's resounding voice echoed through the sky.

"The top ten will be decided in each of the three major squares."

There were thirty figures standing sparsely in the square.

After two rounds of brutal assessments, the originally crowded scene has become a thing of the past, and now only these elites in the world of cultivation are left.

Liang Yu stood in fifth place.

He looked eagerly at Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao who were in the front row but did not dare to speak.

"rest assured."

Ling Xiao noticed his gaze, turned around and patted Liang Yu on the shoulder with a bright smile.

"I said I would help you enter the Holy Land, and I will do it."

Liang Yu was about to speak when he found that Gu Sheng had already walked towards the fighting arena without looking back. His back was so cold that it seemed as if he was separated from everyone by a whole world.

"Brother Qingfeng!"

Liang Yu couldn't help but shout out, but Ling Xiao held his shoulders.

"Stop barking."

Ling Xiao lowered his voice, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"It's not convenient for him to get too close to us right now."

Liang Yu frowned in confusion and wanted to ask more questions, but the examiner's cold voice had already resounded throughout the venue.

"The third round of assessment begins now!"

Nine figures stepped out in response and walked towards the huge fighting arena in the center.

The square suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on these nine people.

They represent the top three places in each of the three major squares. The result of this competition will directly determine the ownership of the ten holy land places.

Xu Guangzhi walked in the team, his eyes constantly wandering between Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao.

The performance of these two people in the second round was so dazzling that it almost attracted everyone's attention.

He clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his palms.

Why can these unknown people snatch away the light that should belong to him?

"Here are the rules."

The examiner waved his sleeves, and nine stone pillars carved with dragons rose up around the arena.

“The third round will be divided into three matches.

In the first individual match, three places are allocated; in the second round, the places are randomly allocated, with a maximum of six places; in the third melee, everyone fights for the last place. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao raised his hand high.

"Senior! How many spots can we grab in the second round?"

"Six."

The examiner gave him a meaningful look.

"The premise is that you have the strength."

Ling Xiao's lips curled up dangerously, and fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

This answer made the faces of the surrounding monks change drastically, and several disciples from the holy land sneered.

"Six? What a boast!"

"A mere casual cultivator also dares to think that he can take all the places?"

"If you can get six, I'll stand on my hands and eat shit!"

The last provocation came from a disciple of the holy land with a face full of flesh.

Ling Xiao didn't get angry but laughed instead, and made a gesture of wiping his neck towards him.

"Remember what you said."

The examiner coughed lightly to suppress the commotion.

"The first individual battle, you choose your opponent and the winner advances. Start now!" The monks in the other two squares immediately took action, and they all turned their eyes to Xu Guangzhi.

This "soft persimmon" barely squeezed into the top three in the second round.

"I choose him!"

"No, I saw it first!"

"Fellow Daoist Xu, please teach me!"

Xu Guangzhi was so angry that his face turned blue and veins bulged on his forehead.

After all, he was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. When had he ever been looked down upon like this?
"you!"

He pointed sharply at one of the thin monks.

"Get up here!"

The monk didn't expect Xu Guangzhi to choose him, and his face turned pale.

But under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he had no choice but to jump onto the stage.

The others also quickly chose their opponents.

Ling Xiao flexed his wrist and walked straight towards a burly man in black carrying a nine-ring broadsword.

"It's just you."

Ling Xiao grinned.

"I hope you can warm me up."

The burly man in black snorted coldly.

"Insanity!"

But he still followed Ling Xiao to the designated arena.

In a blink of an eye, there were only three people left on the field who had not yet made a choice.

Gu Sheng, an elegant young man holding a wooden fan, and an old man with white hair and beard.

The young man was in his early twenties, wearing a blue shirt that fluttered in the wind and gently waving a wooden fan in his hand. He looked harmless.

Anyone who can rank second in the second round of formation assessment is definitely not an ordinary person.

Soon the third round of competition began. Nine cultivators who stood out from various squares stood in the central square. The crowd watching around was several times more than that of the previous two rounds.

"Everyone, the rules for this round of competition are as follows."

The presiding elder's voice was like a loud bell, echoing over the square.

“The nine players are divided into four groups, two players compete against each other, and one player gets a bye.

The byes will play against other players after all matches are completed.”

As soon as the words fell, the nine contestants began to look at each other.

Gu Sheng stood at the edge of the crowd, his eyes calm as water under his black robe, but he was secretly observing the strength of each person's aura.

His eyes met Ling Xiao's briefly, and both of them read the fighting intent in each other's eyes, but then looked away tacitly.

"What a pity, the same group cannot choose each other."

Ling Xiao grinned, revealing his iconic fangs.

"Otherwise, I really want to experience your fist right now."

Gu Sheng didn't answer, but just nodded slightly.

He knew that Ling Xiao was referring to the fact that he had surpassed him in the second round of rankings.

This seemingly cynical young man is actually prouder than anyone else.

The choice fell into Gu Sheng's hands.

He glanced at the remaining people, finally stopping at the scholar who looked the youngest.

The scholar was dressed in a blue shirt, holding a wooden fan, with a fair face, and was looking at everyone with a smile.

"Just him."

Gu Sheng pointed at the scholar, his voice flat.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then bowed.

"I am Dai Hongmao, please give me your guidance."

Ling Xiao whistled.

"Brother Gu has good taste and picked an easy target."

Dai Hongmao kept smiling, but his eyes were cold.

The grouping was completed quickly.

Ling Xiao flexed his wrist and strode towards the center of the ring.

"I'll be in the first game!"

His eyes finally locked onto a burly man.

"Jiang Dashan, right? I heard that you are the second in a certain square? Come and play with me."

Jiang Dashan's face darkened and he jumped onto the stage with a big knife in his hand.

"Arrogant boy! I, Jiang Dashan, have been at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage for three years. How can you look down on me?"

Ling Xiao put one hand on his waist and hooked his finger at Jiang Dashan with the other hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you three moves."

"court death!"

Jiang Dashan roared angrily, and his spiritual power burst out. Red flames ignited on his sword, and he pounced towards Ling Xiao.

The audience held their breath. Jiang Dashan's sword was so powerful that even cultivators of the same level did not dare to take it head-on.

Ling Xiao stood there motionless until the blade was less than three feet away from his head, then he suddenly stretched out two fingers.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of metal collision echoed throughout the venue.

Ling Xiao actually used two fingers to firmly hold the powerful knife!

"That's it?"

Ling Xiao sneered and twisted his fingers slightly.

With a "crack", the sword made of fine steel was broken by him!
Jiang Dashan's eyes widened, and before he could react, Ling Xiao kicked him in the chest.

This kick seemed casual, but it contained terrifying power, and Jiang Dashan flew out of the ring.

The whole audience was silent for a moment, and then broke into thunderous cheers.

"Ling Xiao! Ling Xiao!"

The cultivators who supported him cheered wildly.

The cultivators in other places in the square had grim expressions on their faces, especially the disciples from Qinghe Holy Land.

They looked at each other in bewilderment, obviously not expecting an unknown boy to have such strength.

"Humph, it's just defeating a peak Nascent Soul."

A disciple from Qinghe Holy Land pretended to remain calm.

"Wait for Senior Brother Wang to take action, and see how arrogant he can be!"

When the name "Wang Chenyu" was mentioned, the disciples of Qinghe Holy Land regained their pride.

That genius who is half a step into the Underground Palace realm is their greatest confidence.

Ling Xiao jumped off the stage and blinked as he passed by Gu Sheng.

"It's all on you."

Gu Sheng did not respond, but his eyes were slightly solemn.

The strength displayed by Ling Xiao was even stronger than he had expected. That kick seemed simple, but in fact it contained extremely sophisticated control of spiritual power.

The next to come on stage was Tian Kun, the first place in another square.

He had a stern face and was dressed in black. After he came on stage, he didn't even bother to say polite words and just slapped his opponent away with one palm.

The unlucky third place didn't even have the chance to react before vomiting blood and flying out of the ring.

"Boring."

Tian Kun said two words coldly and turned to leave the stage.

So far, four people have completed the competition.

Among the remaining five, Gu Sheng and Liang Yu have not yet appeared on the court.

Dai Hongmao straightened his robe and walked slowly to the center of the ring.

He still had a gentle smile on his face, but it made people feel a little chilly.

"Gu Daoyou, please."

Dai Hongmao bowed with his hands clasped and his posture respectful.

Gu Sheng walked onto the stage in silence and took out a green sword from his void ring.

He had picked up this sword casually in a relic before. Although it was a mysterious spiritual weapon, its origin was clear and its identity would not be exposed.

"let's start."

Gu Sheng said calmly.

Dai Hongmao's smile suddenly disappeared, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Then please give me some advice, Brother Gu!"

The wooden fan in his hand suddenly opened, and the runes painted on the fan instantly lit up, and dozens of sharp rays of light shot towards Gu Sheng!
The audience exclaimed.

How can this be called a scholar?
He is clearly a ruthless character!
Gu Sheng was prepared. The green sword drew an arc in front of him, and the barrier formed by spiritual power blocked most of the light.

But a few of them still broke through the defense, scraped past his robe, and left a few scorch marks.

"interesting."

Gu Sheng thought to himself.

Dai Hongmao's strength is much stronger than it appears, he is at least in the late Nascent Soul stage.

Dai Hongmao saw that his sneak attack failed, so he immediately changed his tactics.
The fan closed and turned into a short sword. He moved close to Gu Sheng and went straight for his throat!
Gu Sheng originally wanted to punch out and defeat the opponent's clever move with force.

But as soon as he clenched his fist, he realized something was wrong - his boxing style was too recognizable and it would be easy for someone with ulterior motives to recognize his identity.

In a flash, Gu Sheng changed his fist into a palm, and at the same time secretly practiced a secret technique to suppress the aura around his body to the level of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

The spiritual power on the green long sword surged and spit out, colliding head-on with the wooden fan short sword! (End of this chapter)