Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

/On the Qingyun Sect's arena, the fierce duel between Wu Tieshan and Zhong Ling'er is entering a fever pitch.

The audience's eyes were firmly fixed on the two fighters, and as the game progressed, the atmosphere became more and more tense.

As the game entered the second half, both players showed their skills to the extreme.

Wu Tieshan, with his burly stature and astonishing strength, every time he swung the hundred-pound iron rod, he brought up a strong wind, as if he was going to shake the entire arena.

Although his attacks are powerful, as time goes by, the consumption of power makes his movements seem a bit clumsy, and his moves are no longer so coherent.

At the same time, Zhong Ling'er used her light swordsmanship and agile posture to skillfully shuttle between Wu Tieshan's attacks.

Her long sword danced in the air, and each stroke seemed to draw an elegant picture.

Zhong Ling'er's swordsmanship is not only beautiful, but also full of deadly threats.

Her attacks were fast and precise, each sword strike closing in on Wu Tieshan's defense.

As time went by, Wu Tieshan gradually showed signs of fatigue, and his movements began to become clumsy.

It was at this critical moment that Zhong Ling'er seized the opportunity.

She jumped up lightly and kicked Wu Tieshan in the air. Wu Tieshan was caught off guard by this sudden attack. His body was shaky and he was almost unsteady.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Ling'er showed her true strength.

Her long sword quickly passed by and was directly placed on Wu Tieshan's neck.

At this moment, the entire arena fell into silence.

The audience was shocked by this sudden turn, and then burst into thunderous applause.

Wu Tieshan stood on the ring, facing Zhong Ling'er's sword tip, his eyes full of respect and recognition.

He was convinced of his defeat, because he knew that he had tried his best, but he was still no match for Zhong Ling'er's agile and deadly swordsmanship.

Under the ring, the audience enthusiastically discussed Zhong Ling'er's performance, and some even compared her with Jiang Shuiling, another genius of the Qingyun Sect.

Among the majestic mountains of the Qingyun Sect, in a hidden pavilion halfway up the mountain, a few beams of sunlight shine through the gaps between the ancient trees and onto the exquisite stone table.

Here, a group of Qingyun Sect elders gathered, their faces filled with a touch of joy and surprise.

Their eyes fell on Zhong Ling'er, a teenage girl whose cultivation had exceeded their expectations.

"This Zhong Ling'er is indeed beyond our expectations!"

An elderly man with gray eyebrows, eyes shining with wisdom, and admiration in his voice.

"You have such cultivation at a teenager's age, comparable to your beloved disciple, Jiang Shuiling!"

Elder Hushan, a tall old man with a serious face, looked firmly at Elder Xuan Bing next to him and said.

Elder Xuan Bing, a middle-aged man wearing dark blue robes with a stern face, raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard this, but soon regained his composure.

"Although it is not as good as Jiang Shuiling, it should be comparable to most formal disciples!"

Although Elder Xuan Bing was dissatisfied, it was not difficult to see his approval of Zhong Ling'er in his eyes.

On the side, the welcoming elder, a kind-looking old man, said with a guilty face: "In this martial arts competition, the top twenty people are all very outstanding, especially Lin Fan, Zhong Ling'er, and Su Tianyu, they are all human beings." Hit the dragon and phoenix!"

There was a hint of remorse in his voice.

Although he didn't know why these people had such high cultivation levels, they only wanted to be outer disciples.

But he still felt that he had made a mistake in his work.

"I can't blame you for this, maybe it's because we elders are not attractive enough!"

An elder next to him comforted him, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

"The news of the leader's departure this time has attracted so many rookies! When the leader comes out, he will be very happy to see so many rising stars!"

Elder Chuan Gong, an old man with a gray beard and kind eyes, softly comforted the guilty Elder Jie Ying next to him.

His words revealed a deep expectation and infinite respect for the leader.

Elder Jie Yin nodded slightly and looked at Elder Chuan Gong gratefully, the guilt in his eyes gradually lessening.

"I wonder if the leader will accept a few closed disciples this time!"

The alchemy elder, a middle-aged man with a thin body and a slightly withered face, suddenly spoke.

There was a trace of curiosity and expectation in his eyes. This expectation was not only for the future of the disciples, but also for the respect for the leader.

Seeing the alchemy elder mentioning the master, the Chuan Gong elder smiled slightly, his eyes shining with wisdom: "It depends on their luck!"

His voice was calm and firm, like the mountain peak of Qingyun Sect that remained indestructible despite wind and rain.

"When the leader went into seclusion, he was already at the peak of the Golden Core. After more than two hundred years of seclusion, I don't know how advanced his cultivation has become!"

Elder Xuan Bing's voice was full of awe and curiosity, and his words seemed to reverberate in the air, causing other elders to think deeply.

Hearing Elder Xuan Bing's question, the other elders in the pavilion fell silent.

There were complex emotions in their eyes, including awe of the leader's immeasurable cultivation, and also caution about their own situation.

Each of these old men is thoughtful and experienced. They know that any answer to such a question is full of risks.

This question is like a riddle that is difficult to answer. If you guess too high, it will appear that the leader is incompetent;

The guess was too low, and it seemed that he had underestimated the leader;

If the guess is correct, it seems to imply that he knows more than the leader.

In this world full of wisdom and calculations, every elder does not want to express opinions easily.

There was a subtle tension in the air. The elders exchanged glances with each other, and their thoughts were complicated.

Their expressions remained calm, but the light that flashed from time to time in their eyes revealed their scheming and intelligence.

As the morning light began to shine, many disciples had gathered in the Qingyun Sect's competition ground to watch the battle.

The sky shows a light blue, and the sun gradually rises, casting soft and warm light.

In this atmosphere full of expectations, Lin Fan stood aside and stared at the ring firmly. He already knew his next opponent-Zhong Ling'er.

Zhong Ling'er is a girl with beautiful appearance and agile swordsmanship. Her sword moves lightly, as if there is no trace of dust on it.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed with scrutiny, and he secretly weighed it in his heart.

Although the opponent seemed to pose no threat on the surface, after experiencing his first embarrassing battle with Wu Shuang, Lin Fan decided not to be careless anymore.

He decided that once on the battlefield, he would directly use the Qiankun Ax to resolve the battle with lightning speed.