Master’s plan to revitalize the beautiful girl demon cult

"He advanced." Wan Zhu explained helplessly.

"Why did he advance? Didn't you say that you arranged a suitable opponent for him?" The white-bearded old man's eyes did not contain a smile.

He originally thought of killing He Youzhou at the right time, but now, where would he get the chance?

He Youzhou is no longer just a contestant, he is among the top sixteen.

"I didn't expect him to have such strength without relying on that sword. He seems to be the kind of monk who has been stuck in the foundation building stage for a long time." Wan Zhu said in a deep voice. This was indeed a miscalculation on his part.

"But the rest are the proud ones of heaven, and he has no chance." Wan Zhu added.

"So what if there's no chance? So what if he loses today?" The white-bearded old man's tone was still full of displeasure, and he no longer had any intention of pretending to be kind.

"It's too late, it's too late," he said angrily.

He couldn't wait to get the sword in He Youzhou's hand, but time passed by day by day.

"Do you know what Chi Zesheng's change is?" The white-bearded old man stretched out his hand, and the dry-skinned hand contained powerful power.

He was worried that over time, He Youzhou would notice the problem, or perhaps the elders of other sects would notice the problem.

In order to make sure that Wan Zhu's words were true, he specially inspected He Youzhou's sword.

After all, just looking at it this way, this sword is no different from the ordinary iron swords on the street.

Then he discovered that his consciousness had been cut off by the iron sword, making him not even qualified to investigate.

The reaction of this sword made the white-bearded old man certain that this sword was not a mortal thing.

It was precisely because he was convinced that what Wan Zhu said was true that he was so eager.

The power so close at hand made people hang back. Let alone endure it for a day, if there was a chance, he wouldn't even want to wait for an hour.

If he hadn't been afraid that the elders of other sects would besiege him, he would have directly killed He Youzhou and snatched the sword away.

In his early Nascent Soul stage, he couldn't compete with so many sect elders at the same time.

If he were more diligent, he wouldn't need to explain anything. At this moment, he was more upset than ever about the fact that his cultivation was insufficient.

"For the sake of you telling me this, I'll let you go, Elder Wan." The white-bearded old man slowly took back the hand that was about to be placed on Wan Zhu's head.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Master." A drop of cold sweat fell from Wan Zhu's thin face.

He could feel the hypocrisy of the white-bearded old man more clearly than ever.

"Since you can't rush, just wait." The white-bearded old man put on his amiable appearance again.

If He Youzhou still wins today, then do it tomorrow. If he still wins tomorrow, then wait until he wins the championship.

As long as you know where he is, there are plenty of opportunities.

"Are you right, Wan Zhu, Elder Wan?" the white-bearded old man asked Wan Zhu inexplicably.

Although Wan Zhu didn't know what the white-bearded old man was asking, he still said respectfully, "Yes."

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No one knows everything inside Qingshan Gate.

What people care about is the game itself.

Today on the edge of the ring, the contestants can move around freely.

You only need to go on stage when you are called to the ring. The rest of the time you can rest or watch the battle.

Youlan and He Youzhou stood very close to the ring, waiting for the first game to start.

"Master, if my disciple encounters you, just surrender." Youlan said with a smile.

If she wins the next battle, she might have to face her master.

Will the master lose?Youlan never thought about this possibility.

She discovered yesterday that her master was just playing around and not using even [-]% of his skill - and that didn't include the master's personal sword.

"Huh?" He Youzhou looked at Youlan doubtfully, "Why do you want to surrender?"

"Because, my disciple feels there is no need to fight." Youlan replied.

"As long as you like it." He Youzhou tilted his head and said, "But it's not good if it's too fake."

"Puch, if the disciple suddenly wants to fight the master with all his strength, I hope the master will not be angry." Youlan laughed, her eyebrows curved into beautiful crescents.

"By the way, why didn't Senior Sister come to see your game?" She was very confused when she found that Tomoyo, who was supposed to be at the scene, was nowhere to be seen.

Anyone may not be interested in Master's competition, but it is impossible for Senior Sister not to be interested.

If possible, she highly doubted that the senior sister would hold banners to support the master.

"Zhishi, maybe it's because the smell in Baicheng is particularly strong." He Youzhou answered vaguely.

But Youlan roughly understood what He Youzhou meant, "No wonder Senior Sister didn't come."

"By the way, Master, do you know who is playing the first game?" she asked.

"Me." He Youzhou raised his eyelids and said.

"Eh?" Youlan was stunned for a moment.

"Then, the promotion round of the Baicheng Rookie Competition has officially begun!" the referee on the ring suddenly shouted loudly.

"The first match! Tianyan Sect He Youzhou, yes, Changge Sect Xiao Yang!"

As soon as the words fell, two spiritual beasts held long pieces of cloth in their mouths and flew through the air. On the cloth were the names of the two dueling men.

At the same time, the symbols on the arena lit up one by one, and the entire formation began to operate amidst the roar.

At this moment, a wall of spiritual energy that was vaguely visible to the naked eye enveloped the arena.

"Then, please contestants, come on stage!!!"

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Anyway, I have to look lucky.

"One side is the direct disciple of the head of the Changge Sect, Xiao Yang!"

"It is rumored that he has only been practicing for one year and has already reached the late stage of foundation building, and is only one step away from the core formation stage!"

"This is the true pride of heaven, and he will have a place in the entire world of cultivation in the future!"

"He relied on a black iron ruler and his own strange fire to kill countless enemies along the way. I wonder if he can continue to pass the test today and successfully advance to the top eight!?"

The monk introduced by the referee was a young man dressed in black. His face was only about [-] or [-] years old, and behind him was an iron ruler as tall as a man.

"Then, the other side is the leader of the Declined Demon Cult!"

"Well, wait a minute...Master?"

The referee thought about it and found that he was a little confused.

Why will there be a sect leader in the Mao Rookie Competition?Isn't this a bit unreasonable?

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He carefully read the introduction on the bamboo slips several times and confirmed that He Youzhou was really the leader.

But since officials have allowed him to compete, he should indeed be a young practitioner.

Indeed, no one said that young monks in the foundation building stage could not be the leader.

"Although I don't know why a leader only has a foundation building period! I don't know why a leader wants to participate in the rookie competition!"

"But he stumbled along the way and defeated all kinds of powerful enemies in various incredible ways!"

"No matter what kind of powerful enemy he faces, he can turn danger into disaster!"

"This time, can He Youzhou continue to create miracles? Let's wait and see!"

After the referee finished speaking, he stepped back solemnly and shouted, "The game begins!"

In an instant, the arena was surrounded by cheers.

Even those who were not interested in the competition at first could not help but be infected by the enthusiasm and cheered along.

The referee said that before the game started, He Youzhou consciously threw his iron sword to the ground and took out the iron sword that was officially given to him.

And he always remembers to keep his back hunched at 45 degrees and his eyes as tired as possible.

It's best to look like you have a weak kidney, and the way you hold the sword must be wrong.

Pretend to be weak, but not too much, so that it can be effective.

If it is too fake, then it is not pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, but treating people as pure wisdom.

"I have long admired your name, Your Excellency Xiao Yang." He Youzhou said in a weak voice.

In fact, He Youzhou didn't know Henry Zhang at all. He hung up on the mountain every day. How could he know such a rookie?

But what to say?You still have to say polite words.

Faced with this enthusiasm, Henry Zhang remained unmoved and looked at He Youzhou.

"Are you showing weakness?" Henry Zhang frowned and asked seriously.

"Ah?" He Youzhou touched his hair helplessly.

Henry Zhang said in a determined tone, “There is no one who can be weak who can enter the top sixteen.”

"Ah this..." He Youzhou was speechless for a moment.

"Why don't we start a fight?" In order to prevent this embarrassing topic from continuing, he began to urge.

If while we were chatting, others found out that we were really pretending, wouldn't we be embarrassed?

"Don't you answer? It doesn't matter." Henry Zhang looked at He Youzhou coldly, "I will never underestimate any opponent."

"And I'm full of confidence in myself. I will definitely win." After saying this, he stepped forward.

This step caused cracks to appear in the hard ring, leaving the referee speechless in shock.

Henry Zhang did not take out the Black Iron Ruler because the weapon was too lethal and might kill his opponent.

So he planned to use his strange fire to test He Youzhou.

Green flames covered his palms and burned towards He Youzhou's face.

He Youzhou saw Henry Zhang approaching menacingly and fell into thinking for one point and five seconds.

This arena is very large, and the previous operation of letting others rush out of the arena is a bit difficult to achieve.

So, He Youzhou thought of another way.

He Youzhou stepped back in a messy manner, and his sword stabbed Henry Zhang in an unorganized manner.

Faced with such a counterattack, Henry Zhang directly used his body skills to forcefully avoid it and continued his attack.

But just as he dodged He Youzhou's sword, he found that his elbow was suddenly hit.

It is the hilt.

He Youzhou, who suddenly changed his moves, accidentally hit Henry Zhang's elbow with the sword hilt.

Then He Youzhou's sword pushed Xiao Yang's hand wrapped in strange fire in a very weird way.

The hand that was supposed to grab He Youzhou's hand ended up being turned around and patted on Henry Zhang's own shoulder.

"How is that possible!?" Henry Zhang started to stagger because his shoulder was seriously injured by the fire.

He instinctively wanted to be on guard against He Youzhou's pursuit, but found that He Youzhou had already placed big characters on the ground.

Just now, He Youzhou performed a three-and-a-half-turn mid-air spin in front of the audience. It gave the impression that Henry Zhang had severely damaged He Youzhou.

Zhang Yang endured the severe pain in his shoulder and took down the black iron ruler behind him.

Now that things have come to this, he can no longer hide his strength.

Even if this weapon is very lethal, he will still use it.

Because he doesn't want to lose.

The heavy black iron ruler hit He Youzhou. The powerful speed and force caused a vacuum to appear at the front of the weapon.

He Youzhou, who fell to the ground, twitched inexplicably.

This twitch allowed him to dodge the blow, and then the sword sheath held in his left hand hit Henry Zhang in the lower abdomen.