Chapter 110: Dissatisfied with the Score

That night, the elder sent Zhang Ye a piece of low-grade immortal stone. The density of spiritual energy in the whole room suddenly increased, as if he was trapped in the sea of ​​spiritual energy and could hardly breathe.

"By the way, Zhang Ye, with your current cultivation level, you must not use the immortal stone rashly." Although the elder didn't know what Zhang Ye was going to do with the immortal stone, he still reminded him, fearing that Zhang Ye would not know the limit and rashly absorb the immortal stone to increase his cultivation level, which would cause his body to explode and die.

Speaking of which, when Zhang Ye was in Lingtai Town, he practiced very fast. How come he is still at the peak of foundation building after coming to Tiandao City?

The elder was puzzled and didn't ask too much, so he solemnly handed the immortal stone to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye thanked him and put the immortal stone into his Qiankun bag. On the pretext of taking a rest, the elder said goodbye and left.

When there was no one, Zhang Ye said: "System, start the lottery."

"Confirm to consume a piece of low-grade immortal stone?" the system asked.

"Confirm." Zhang Ye issued an order, and the immortal stone in the Qiankun bag disappeared, and the lottery wheel appeared in Zhang Ye's mind again.

"Start the lottery." Zhang Ye gave the order and pulled out his consciousness. He couldn't influence the result anyway, and it was annoying to watch.

Not long after, the system ding-donged: "The lottery is over, and the host has received a reward of one level of cultivation."

Cultivation level improvement? Zhang Ye felt a little pity. The pangolin was about to dig through the courtyard wall, and then he would get the loophole reward, but he didn't expect to win the cultivation level improvement in this lottery.

However, Zhang Ye quickly adjusted his mentality. Many people can't step into the golden elixir in their lifetime. He is a waste of immortal cultivation. He is still a little excited to be able to enter the ranks of the golden elixir.

After the system prompts, Zhang Ye only feels that the spiritual energy in the sea of ​​qi is constantly compressed, and finally condensed into substance. A radiant golden elixir replaces the sea of ​​qi. Zhang Ye enters the early stage of the golden elixir and feels that he has endless power.

Because of some excitement, Zhang Ye can't sleep, so he goes to the martial arts field to try his golden elixir power.

It was late at night, and there were few pedestrians except for the Lingtai disciples on duty. Zhang Ye came to the martial arts arena, thinking that he was the only one there, but he never thought that there was a group of Lingtai monks who were not sleeping and were practicing swords.

"Glorious Elder!" The group of swordsmen who practiced swords saluted Zhang Ye when they saw him.

It seemed that these Lingtai monks had just joined the Lingtai Sect. Most of them were in the early stage of Qi Refining and were practicing the entry-level swordsmanship of the Lingtai Sect.

"No need to be polite, you are busy with your own things." Diligence can make up for lack of talent. These new disciples can have such awareness and will one day become the backbone of the Lingtai Sect.

Zhang Ye encouraged everyone, then took the local tyrant sword to the other end of the martial arts arena and started practicing swords.

It is interesting to say that the martial arts arena of the Lingtai Sect can generate phantom monsters of the same realm as the user to fight.

However, Zhang Ye used the Jindan cultivation to perform Ten Days Together, and no matter how powerful the phantom monsters were, they were not his opponents. Zhang Ye was excited and addicted to killing.

The group of new disciples who stayed up late to practice swordplay were gradually attracted by Zhang Ye and watched him. Their instructor saw this and scolded, "Tomorrow is the graduation exercise. You are the worst among the new disciples in Class C. If you don't practice hard, whose face will you lose?"

"We lose our own face!" The new disciples responded dejectedly. It's not that they didn't work hard, but they were too tired after practicing all night.

The instructor saw it and knew that everyone had worked hard, so he said, "Then take a break and continue practicing later!"

"Thank you, instructor!" The young monks breathed a sigh of relief and sat down cross-legged immediately. Some of them even lay on the ground, looking like they couldn't get up no matter what.

However, the young monks watched Zhang Ye practicing sword with great interest, and couldn't help but admire: "Elder Rongyao is so powerful, no wonder he can hold a high position at such a young age."

"Who do you think is better, the instructor or Elder Rongyao?"

A few young monks were brave enough to ask the instructor beside them: "Instructor, who is better, you or Elder Rongyao?"

The instructor was in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and after a moment of hesitation, he said: "Every inch has its own strengths and weaknesses."

This was a very clever statement, meaning that Zhang Ye has his strengths, but you instructors also have times when Zhang Ye can't compare.

The young monks had heard the legend of Zhang Ye and thought the instructor was bragging. They all started to make a noise: "Instructor, I don't believe it. Why don't you have a sparring match with Elder Rongyao!"

"Let's open our eyes!"

During the break, the instructor was not arrogant and laughed and scolded: "You bunch of bastards, take a break quickly and practice swords later!"

Zhang Ye heard the young monks making a noise and became interested. He walked over: "I heard you want to have a sparring match with me?"

The instructor was frightened and quickly stood up to apologize: "Elder, calm down, it's all nonsense from the disciples."

The young monks also stood aside in fear, afraid of being punished.

"It's okay. I just want to find someone to have a sparring match with me." Zhang Ye said casually.

The young monks were very excited: "Instructor, come on!"

The Jindan instructor glanced at the young monks, and no one dared to speak. He said to Zhang Ye in a panic: "The sword has no eyes. If I hurt you, I will make a big mistake."

Given his status, the Jindan instructor certainly did not dare to spar with Zhang Ye, but it sounded as if Zhang Ye could not beat him.

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "I order you to spar with me."

The young monks were so excited that they danced with joy, and the Jindan instructor had a bitter face, and it seemed that he could not refuse.

But the Jindan instructor suddenly thought of something and suggested: "Elder, since you really want to spar with me, why don't we run a score?"

Run a score? What, Zhang Ye asked.

The Jindan instructor explained: "This is a method of our training. Within half an incense stick of time, you will get one point for each phantom demon you kill. In the end, see who gets the most points."

"Interesting, let's try this!" Zhang Ye had never received any training from a sect, and thought it was interesting, so he agreed.

Although they couldn't see the two fighting, the young monks were still very excited and cheered for the instructor and Zhang Ye.

However, a few young monks felt that it was unfair: "Instructor, you are bullying people. You are the record holder for running points. Who can run faster than you!"

"That's right, instructor, you might as well compete with Elder Rongyao in forging magic weapons!"

Hearing these words, the instructor blushed. He didn't mean to use his own strengths to hurt Zhang Ye. He just couldn't find any other way to compete with Zhang Ye.

The instructor was about to explain, Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Record holder? Awesome! How many points?"

The instructor said modestly, and then said proudly: "More than 2,000 points."

"Interesting, let's see if I can break your record today." Zhang Ye was very interested and eager to try.

The instructor felt that Zhang Ye was unmatched in forging, but he was definitely not his opponent in running points. However, since Zhang Ye insisted on asking, the instructor was ready to play with Zhang Ye. Of course, he was determined to let him go and not let Zhang Ye lose too badly.

Not long after, the two of them came to a formation stone pillar. Through the stone pillar, they could turn on the crazy mode, and there would be endless phantom demons born until the user was defeated.

"Elder Glory, please." The instructor said on the other side.

"Okay." Zhang Ye and the instructor turned on the formation at the same time, and phantom demons appeared crazily in their respective fields.

The two drew their swords and started killing, just like harvesting straw. With one sword, a group of phantom demons were shattered, and the scores on the stone pillars rose.

The young monks cheered and cheered on the periphery.

"Hey, who do you think will win, the instructor or the Glory Elder?"

"In terms of other aspects, I support our Glory Elder, but in terms of points, the instructor will win!"

"I think so too."

The young monks watched the excitement and talked at the same time, and the fatigue from practicing swordsmanship had long disappeared.

The instructor chopped and killed the phantom monsters, wondering if he killed too fast, so he glanced at Zhang Ye and prepared to let him go depending on the situation.

As a result, the instructor was suddenly stunned when he saw this. Why were there no monsters in Zhang Ye's field? Was the formation broken?

But the next scene made the instructor feel terrified. He saw that the phantom monsters in Zhang Ye's field had not yet condensed into shape, but Zhang Ye was as fast as a ghost. He went up and smashed them with a sword, and then looked for the next target.

Damn, it turned out that the formation was not broken, but Zhang Ye killed too fast, and the speed at which the formation generated monsters could not keep up with him!

The instructor's face was solemn. Although he was just a small figure, he also had his own pride. Seeing that Zhang Ye might threaten his king of running points, he no longer reserved his strength and tried his best to kill the demons.

The two were so fast that they could not be seen clearly. The young monks who were watching had no mood to cheer for them. They just stared at the two people's competition.

The statistics on the stone pillar quickly broke through one thousand and were advancing to two thousand. At a glance, it seemed that the two were evenly matched, but as long as you observe carefully, you will find that Zhang Ye's score number is increasing faster.

Moreover, in the field where Zhang Ye was, the number of demons would not exceed five at the same time, because Zhang Ye killed quickly and maintained this level.

However, the instructor's field was densely packed with demons. The instructor was sweating profusely. It didn't seem like he was killing demons, but the demons were attacking him.

When the instructor's killing value reached more than 2,700, he was attacked from the back by a demon. The formation determined that the instructor was dead and ended the running points.

The young monks hurried to greet the instructor and praised him, "The instructor is awesome, he broke the record again!"

The instructor glanced at the score on the stone pillar and was so excited that he broke his previous record. He looked at Zhang Ye and thought it would be bad if he left Zhang Ye too many points behind.

But the instructor was stunned when he saw this. Why hasn't Zhang Ye finished yet? He looked at Zhang Ye's score again. Damn, it's already 3,000? How is that possible!

The time for running points is half an incense stick, but no one has ever been able to hold on to the end. After all, the more demons appear in the back, hundreds and thousands appear, and it's impossible to kill them all. Moreover, if a participant is touched by a demon, the formation will be judged to be over, but Zhang Ye has not even breathed a breath until now!

The time of half an incense stick is about to come, and the phantom demons are generated faster and faster. Kill one and add ten. Zhang Ye's slaughter speed is not as fast as the birth speed. There are more and more demons in the field, and they are about to swallow Zhang Ye.

The instructor and a group of young monks were sweating. They had already put aside the outcome of the battle and just wanted to see if Zhang Ye could hold on to the end!

The area where Zhang Ye could move was getting smaller and smaller. Just when everyone thought that Zhang Ye would be swallowed by the demons, Zhang Ye shouted loudly: "Ten suns rise together, and I am the only one who reigns supreme!"

Ten suns suddenly appeared in the field and exploded, slaughtering all the dense demons...