The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 110: Disobedience to run points
It was night, when the Great Elder sent Zhang Ye a piece of low-grade immortal stone, the aura density of the whole room suddenly increased, as if plunged into a spirit sea, almost unable to breathe.
"By the way, Zhang Ye, based on your current cultivation level, you should not use immortal stones rashly." Although the elder did not know what Zhang Ye did with immortal stones, he still exhorted him, afraid that Zhang Ye would not know what to do and would rashly absorb immortal stones to increase his cultivation. For, it will explode and die.
By the way, when Zhang Ye was in Lingtai Town, he practiced very fast. Why did he come to Tiandao City or build the pinnacle of the foundation?
The great elder had doubts and didn't ask too much, and solemnly handed the fairy stone to Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye thanked him and put the immortal stone into the universe bag, excusing him to rest, so the elder left.
When there is no one, Zhang Ye said: "The system, open the lottery."
"Are you sure to consume a low-grade fairy stone?" the system asked.
"Confirm." Zhang Ye issued an order, and the fairy stone in Qiankun's bag disappeared, and Zhang Ye's mind reappeared the lottery roulette.
"Start the lottery draw." After Zhang Ye ordered, he pulled out his consciousness. Anyway, he couldn't control the result, and he looked upset.
Not long after, the system screamed: "The lottery is over, and the host will be rewarded for the first level of cultivation."
Improved cultivation? Zhang Ye felt that it was a pity that the pangolin was about to dig through the courtyard wall and would be rewarded with loopholes at that time, but he didn't expect that he won the lottery to improve his cultivation level.
However, Zhang Ye quickly adjusted his mentality. How many people will not be able to step into the golden core for a lifetime. It is still a little excited to be able to enter the queue of golden core power with the waste material of self-cultivation.
After the system prompts, Zhang Ye only felt that the aura in the sea of qi was constantly compressed, and finally condensed into substance. A radiant golden pill replaced the sea of qi. Zhang Ye stepped into the early days of the golden pill and felt that his whole body was inexhaustible. the power of.
Because of some excitement, Zhang Ye couldn't sleep, so he went to the martial arts field to try his golden core power.
The night is deep. Except for the Lingtai disciples who are on duty and standing guard, there are few pedestrians. Zhang Ye came to the martial arts ground. He thought he was the only one, but never thought that there was a group of Lingtai monks who were not sleeping and were practicing swords.
"Elder Glory!" The group of sword practitioners saw Zhang Ye and immediately saluted.
This group of Lingtai cultivators seem to have just joined the Lingtai Sect. Most of them are in the early stage of refining Qi and are practicing the introductory swordsmanship of the Lingtai Sect.
"You don't need to be polite, you are busy with your work." Diligence can make up for the weakness, and these new disciples can have such an awareness, one day they will become the mainstay of the Lingtai Sect.
Zhang Ye encouraged everyone, and then took the local tyrant sword to the other end of the martial arts field and began to practice the sword.
Speaking of Lingtaizong's martial arts field, it can generate phantom monsters at the same level as the user, which is interesting.
However, Zhang Ye used the Golden Core Cultivation as a ten-day combination. No matter how powerful the phantom demon was his enemy, Zhang Ye was able to rise up and indulge in it.
This group of new disciples who stayed up late to practice swords was gradually attracted by Zhang Ye and watched them sideways. When their instructors saw this scene, they scolded, "Tomorrow is the final drill, and the new disciples are the worst in Class C. If you don’t practice hard, whose face will you lose?"
"Lost our own face!" The new disciples replied frustratedly. It's not that they didn't work hard and practiced all night, which was too tired.
The instructor saw in his eyes and knew that everyone was working hard, so he said: "Then take a break and continue practicing afterwards!"
"Thank you instructor!" The little monks were relieved, and immediately sat down cross-legged, some of them even lay directly on the ground, looking like they could not get up.
However, the young monks watched Zhang Ye practicing the sword with gusto, and couldn't help but admire: "Elder Honor is so powerful, no wonder he can be in a high position at a young age."
"Do you say that the instructor is good or the honor elder is good?"
A few young cultivators were brave, and asked the instructor on the side: "Instructor, who are you and Honorable Elder?"
This instructor was in the middle of Jin Dan, he hesitated for a moment and said: "The ruler is longer, and the inch is shorter."
This is extremely clever. It means that Zhang Ye has his strengths, but your instructors also have times when Zhang Ye can’t match.
The young monks have heard the legend of Zhang Ye and felt that the instructor was bragging, so they booed: "I don't believe in the instructor, you and Elder Honor!"
"Let's open our eyes!"
The instructor didn’t have any pretensions during the break, and he laughed and cursed: "You bastards, take a break and practice swords later!"
When Zhang Ye heard the little cultivators booing, he also showed a hint of interest, so he walked over: "I heard you want to discuss with me?"
The instructor shuddered, and quickly got up to apologize: "The elder calmed down his anger. It was all the disciples talking nonsense."
The little monks also stood aside in fear, afraid of punishment.
"It's okay, I just want to find someone to discuss with me." Zhang Ye said very easily.
The spirit masterpiece of the little monks: "Instructor, come one!"
The Golden Core instructor glanced at the young monks, and no one dared to speak. He said to Zhang Ye in a little panic: "The sword has no eyes. If it hurts you, your subordinates will make a big mistake." /
The identity is there. Of course, the Golden Core instructor dare not discuss with Zhang Ye, but listening to these words, it seems that Zhang Ye can't beat him.
Zhang Ye smiled and said: "This seat orders you to discuss with me."
The little monks danced with excitement, not too big of a problem, but the Golden Core instructor looked bitter and seemed unable to refuse.
But the Golden Core instructor suddenly thought of something and suggested: "Elder, since you really want to discuss with your subordinates, why don't we run a point?"
Running points? What? Zhang Ye asked.
The Golden Core instructor explained: "This is a method of our training. In the half-zhuxiang time, every time you kill an illusion monster, you get one point, and finally see who gets the most points."
"Interesting, let's try this!" Zhang Ye hadn't been trained by the sect, and found it interesting, so he agreed.
Although they couldn't see the two playing against each other, the little cultivators were still very excited, shouting cheer for the instructor and Zhang Ye.
However, a few little monks felt unfair: "Instructor, you bully people, you are the holder of the running score, who can run past you!"
"That is, instructor, you can simply compete with Elder Honor for forging magic weapons!"
Hearing these words, the instructor's face blushed. He didn't deliberately use his own strength to harm Zhang Ye. He couldn't find any other way to accompany Zhang Ye.
The instructor was about to explain, Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Record holder? Great! How many points?"
The instructor made a humble sentence, and then said proudly: "More than two thousand points."
"Interesting, see if I can break your record today." Zhang Ye was full of interest and eager to try.
The instructor felt that Zhang Ye was forging a forging team, but he was definitely not his opponent. However, since Zhang Ye insisted on requesting, the instructor was going to play with Zhang Ye. Of course, he made up his mind to put some water in. Don't let Zhang Ye lose too ugly.
Not long after, the two each came to a stone pillar of formation. Through the stone pillar, the crazy mode can be turned on, and endless phantom monsters will be born until the user is defeated.
"Elder Honor, please." The instructor said on the other side.
"Okay." Zhang Ye and the instructor opened the formation at the same time, and illusion monsters appeared frantically in their respective fields.
The two drew their swords to kill, just like harvesting straw. When the sword went down, a group of phantom monsters were shattered, and the scores on the stone pillars rose.
The little monks kept cheering and cheering on the periphery.
"Hey, who do you think the instructor and the elder of glory can win?"
"Compared to the others, I support our Honorable Elders, but if you run the score, the instructor will win!"
"I think so."
The little monks were talking while watching the excitement, and the exhaustion of previous sword practice had long since disappeared.
The instructor hacked and killed the phantom monster, wondering if he was killing too fast, so he glanced at Zhang Ye, ready to release the water according to the situation.
As a result, at this sight, the instructor was suddenly stunned. Why are there no demons in Zhang Ye's field? Is the formation broken?
But in the following scene, the instructor felt terrified, and saw Zhang Ye's field, where the phantom demon had not yet condensed and formed, Zhang Ye was as fast as a ghost, and he smashed it with a sword, and then looked for the next target.
Holding the grass, it turned out that the formation was not broken, but Zhang Ye killed too fast, and the formation speed could not keep up with him!
The instructor has a solemn face. Although he is only a small person, he also has his own pride. Seeing that Zhang Ye might threaten the king of running points, he no longer retains his strength and does his best to kill the monster.
Both of them were so fast that they couldn't see clearly. The little monks on the crowd had no intention of shouting for cheer. They just watched the two in a daze.
The statistics on the stone pillars quickly broke through one thousand, and it is advancing to two thousand. A cursory glance shows that the two are equally equal~IndoMTL.com~ But as long as you observe carefully, you will find Zhang Ye's score. Increase faster.
Furthermore, in the field where Zhang Ye is located, the number of monsters will not exceed five at the same time, because Zhang Ye's beheading is fast and has been maintained at this level.
However, the instructor's field is densely packed with demons, and the instructor is sweaty. It is not like he is killing the demons, but the demons are attacking him.
When the instructor’s killing value reached more than 2,700, he was attacked on the back by a monster. The formation ruled that the instructor was dead, and the score was ended.
The little monks hurriedly greeted the instructor and praised: "The instructor is so mighty, it broke the record again!"
The instructor glanced at the scoring on the stone pillar, and he threw himself up. He didn't expect to break his previous record. He quickly looked at Zhang Ye, thinking that it would be bad if Zhang Ye had too many points.
But from this look, the instructor is stupid. Why hasn't Zhang Ye finished yet? Looking at Zhang Ye's score again, he holds the grass, he is already three thousand? How can it be!
There was half a stick of fragrance in the running time, but no one has ever been able to hold on to the end. After all, the more demons appeared in the back, hundreds of them appeared, and they couldn't kill them. Moreover, if the participant is touched by a certain monster, the formation will be judged to be over, but Zhang Ye hasn't breathed even now!
The time for Banzhuxiang is coming. The phantom monsters are spawning faster and faster. Kill one and increase by ten. Zhang Ye’s slaughter speed is not as fast as the birth speed. There are more and more monsters in the field, and Zhang is about to be killed. Ye engulfed.
The instructor and a group of young monks squeezed a sweat, and the victory and defeat had already been put down. They just wanted to see if Zhang Ye could hold on to the end!
The area where Zhang Ye can move is getting less and less. Just when everyone thought that Zhang Ye would be swallowed by the demon, they only heard Zhang Ye's burst of shout: "Ten days, I am the only one!"
Ten rounds of the sun suddenly appeared in the field, bursting open, and slaughtering the densely packed monsters...