Chen He threw the lotus lantern in his hand and jumped onto the ring steadily.
This unflappable movement technique is seen by mortals as an extremely wonderful light exercise, but to the cultivators, it is just another sign of a fellow person.
Everyone in the arena was watching the excitement, and they didn't care about the outcome. Seeing someone challenged "I haven't met an opponent for a long time", a master who was about to win ten games in a row, and the comers were not weak, and they were all refreshed at the moment.
Venerable Huanjian crouched on the tree with a smile on his face.
Nan Hongzi entered Taoism with martial arts, and Chen He, who was taught by his apprentice, was certainly capable enough to see.
Although Chen He has a blindfold to cover, but when he moves his true essence, his aura cannot be concealed.
Late Jindan -
The monks who were watching the fun were all excited.
In the low-level circles of the comprehension world, this is a rare master, who is qualified to open a sect in the Nascent Soul stage, and there are not many people who can make a face to make offerings.
Baishan Academy and Dabaoguo Temple recruit worship every year, which can be called a grand event in the world of self-cultivation.
Without him, there are too many ordinary monks stuck in the foundation-building stage, and there are very few opportunities to see the Jindan stage cultivators compete. Although the strength of the monks in the ring is not even considered scum in the eyes of Venerable Shi Feng Huanjian, but in fact they are very "close to the people", lacking opportunities and lack of skills and lack of everything, which is the state of the bottom monks in the cultivation world.
There was thunderous cheers in the arena, but Chen He didn't even look at him. He wasn't here to show off, nor was it itchy, he really wanted to improve his legal and martial skills and advance to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.
"Fellow Daoist, please!"
The cultivator who was standing on the ring also solemnly cupped his hands: "Please!"
This person's magic weapon is a sword. It is said that monks love to use swords. Even if they are slaying demons and catching demons, they like to carry peach wood swords.
Chen He was bare-handed—because the senior brother said, don't win to the end, what's the point of taking out the Kui bow
The cultivator raised his sleeves, and a few light talismans shone with faint light. At first glance, it seemed like a sword light, and the people in the unknown field were desperately applauding.
"This sword is tempered by Gengjin, and it is extremely sharp, so be careful, fellow Daoists."
Because of this reminder, Chen He had a good impression and signaled the other party to do it anyway.
They don't care, those idlers who watch the fun quit.
"Without weapons, victory is impossible!"
The two of them turned a deaf ear to the shouting in the audience, and Chen He didn't even look at the cultivator's appearance. On such occasions, everyone used blindfolding techniques, seeing as false, and even their expressions were not accurate.
Mengmeng's sword light flashed, and the whole row of lotus lanterns hanging up and down behind Chen He was cut off.
The lantern skeleton fell to the ground, but none of the lanterns ignited. It turned out that the fractures were all at the wick, and the fire was extinguished instantly.
It is easy for the magic sword to extinguish ordinary fire, but the magic sword tempered by Gengjin can accurately cut off many open flames in an instant, without the slightest error. You can see the character of this man at once. I'm afraid it's the unrestrained, free-spirited, loose cultivator who goes his own way.
The cultivators all stared at each other. They were watching the doorway, and those who watched the fun were shouting in addition to slaps.
Shi Feng nodded slightly, obviously not expecting this monk in the ring to be so capable.
Venerable Huanjian even grabbed the camellia tea bowl and paused, his eyes rolling: Good seedling, not bad, but why is it from the Zheng family!
Chen He didn't care when the other party showed such a hand.
In the small world fragment, there are many fierce beasts that can breathe fire, spit ice and poisonous mist. The most bizarre are those who spray water from their nostrils, and those who step on flames with their four hooves. Anyway, I encountered the same desperate, who cares about him!
Turning over to avoid, the real essence was released along the palm of the hand, and the sharp sound broke through the air. At the same time, the left palm drew a half circle, and the spiritual energy gathered into a vortex. This strong force caused the Gengjin magic sword to shift slightly—
"what?"
The cultivator was quite surprised, and he also protected his body with invisible true essence, avoiding the palm of his face.
However, the attack wasn't over yet. Chen He took a step forward. The true power of the "Hunyuan Palm" had only arrived now. The aura shock affected the body's true essence. The opponent was caught off guard and retreated dozens of steps in succession.
When he saw the edge of the ring, he stepped on the air and was about to fall.
The cultivator's morale swelled to the bottom of his feet, and he jumped back lightly.
"Daoist friendly skills, I don't know where it came from?"
"Don't mention it, it's just a small sect of two people." Chen He said casually.
This is true.
After speaking in a nonchalant manner, this person was quite straightforward, and directly started to swipe the six swords to break through the invisible aura vortex.
The knowledgable marveled at Chen He's opponent, his eyesight was extraordinary and decisive, but he opened his mouth wide to watch the excitement, and experienced the "sword qi vertical and horizontal" that only appeared in the storytellers.
There are as many spells in the world as the stars in the sky. After all, the essence is just the flow of true essence. If you break that point, you will be done.
The Beixuan faction is cheating in this regard. You don’t need to look at it, you just need to feel the body—everyday, you will have all one hundred and eight acupoints open in your body, and you will be extremely sensitive to true qi.
Chen He has never fought against a monk who uses a weapon.
Although he met a guy who had tempered the magic weapon well as soon as he came up, he was not in a hurry.
For a time, the two seemed to be evenly matched, and the fight was not lively.
At first, people applauded the cultivator with the sword, because he played really well, but slowly, even those who watched the fun figured out a way.
Because Chen He was too obvious, as long as the opponent repeated, he would rush forward unceremoniously, with a tricky angle, forcing people to block.
Low-level cultivators, often because they don't have a good practice, either go to learn thaumaturgy, or just pull their faces and use big-handed boxing techniques.
In the arena next door, there was a cultivator who just kicked a dozen times in a row, tossing the opponent down.
Compared with this show-like leg technique, Chen He has learned a lot more, and when Nan Hongzi was a side defender, he didn't have any fancy killing skills.
At that time, there were many wars in the frontier, and some weapons were rusted. It often didn't take long to go into battle. It depends on whether you can capture the enemy's blade and continue to fight. The more flexible your body is, the better. If you are riding a horse, you need to be more stable in the lower plate.
Chen He became more and more comfortable in the battle, who made his opponents for the past 40 years not human!
The pressure on the sword-wielding cultivator was getting bigger and bigger, and what made him feel particularly bad was that in Chen He's true essence, there was a faint aura of violent flames—either the cultivation technique was of fire attribute, or the magic weapon of fire attribute - fire beats gold, even if it didn't Fear, when Geng Jinjian encounters fire attribute exercises, it is always more difficult than other types of methods.
I can only fight with the ability to press the bottom of the box. Fortunately, I have rich experience and several dangers, but I still managed to avoid it.
Chen He didn't get anything either, he was about to figure out all the ways for the opponent to use the weapon.
If he had been earnestly cultivating for forty years, no matter how much experience he had, it would be difficult for him to see the opponent's abilities clearly and squeeze them clean in a short period of time, not to mention being so relaxed and unhurried.
After years of hardship, there are countless beasts in the ancient wilderness, and there is no chance of regret between life and death.
Seeing that Chen He was like this, Shi Feng went away with only so much thought.
He was relieved at first, then frowned, heartbroken.
"Stop...stop!" The cultivator was a little embarrassed, and more depressed. To be honest, it was simply unlucky to meet an opponent like Chen He.
Chen He naturally didn't listen to him.
Quietly glanced around, and the other arenas were no longer playing.
"… "
The cultivators watched with great interest, and those Jianghu people who didn't know the truth and just joined in the fun were already sweating profusely.
Including the big man whom Chen He and Chen He met when they were buying lanterns, all of them put the lantern in his hand beside the arena at this moment - no need to be ashamed, there is too much difference between the level of the top master!
"Poor." Venerable Huanjian kept shaking his head, very sorry.
The sword-wielding cultivator is actually quite skilled and adaptable, and he is a leader of his peers. However, he met Chen He.
Neither Shi Feng nor Venerable Huan Jian knew that by the window of a restaurant on the street, a young man dressed in a brocade robe and dressed as a scholar had a gloomy expression, staring at the ring, trembling slightly.
This person is not Ji Hong, not even a monk.
Those who were dining at the same table with him were attracted by this dazzling competition, but no one found him wrong.
"No, it can't be... it won't be him."
"Brother Zhong, what did you say?"
The scribe surnamed Zhong coughed in disguise, and said in a hoarse voice, "There are such martial arts in the world, I don't know where they belong."
"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed.
Seeing that everyone was intoxicated, the scribe squeezed the glass tightly.
The competition in the ring continues.
Even Chen He was a little impatient. He didn't want to win, but looked at the situation. If he won, if no one continued to challenge him, would he be foolish to stand on the ring
The monk of Dabaoguo Temple, shouldn't he directly announce that the enshrined place is him!
When Chen He took a wrong turn, he quietly glanced at the crowd, and sure enough he caught a glimpse of three or five monks in cassocks, palms clasped together and eyes lit up.
He fought a cold war all his life, and almost threw a look of help at Shi Feng.
—Senior brother, it’s not my fault, I only hit one! Not winning all the time!
Chen He slowed down the offensive and disrupted the steps. The opponent finally seized the opportunity and immediately swung his sword forward. The sword light poured out like mercury, disguising the fierce aura. Dozens of tricks.
If you are not careful, there are several traces left on the ground of the arena.
Chen He controls the rhythm and prepares to lose reasonably - this sword-wielding cultivator is not bad, Chen He really wants to thank him, naturally he won't do that, and jumps to the next stage, "I'll beat you, I'll leave after I beat you, It's still you who wins" is a hurtful drama.
Sudden accident.
Chen He's real energy flowed in his body, and he played smoothly, but he was awakened by Shi Zhonghuo, who had been sleeping on the golden core in his dantian because it took too much energy to break the world.
The fireball slid, and the terrifying aura of Samadhi True Fire gushed out along Chen Heqiao's acupoint.
Before the sparks were seen, the fiery airflow had already disturbed the two of them.
The unlucky cultivator's expression froze, apparently thinking that Chen He was going to use his taboo fire attribute magic weapon.
Chen He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his hands kept on, and he desperately tried to appease the restless Shi Zhonghuo.
"Chirp."
"..." The sword-wielding cultivator looked around in amazement, what kind of strange sound was this.
Chen He almost gritted his teeth: This fireball, if you don't sleep when it's time to sleep, what a mess.
Shi Zhonghuo was unhappy, and broke free, a circle of flames emerged from Chen He's back, followed by a deep inhalation, and in an instant, all the candle flames broke away from the wax wick in the lantern.
Chen He was shocked, the fireball was about to swallow all the fire around him, chewing it as a snack.
He snorted, forcibly suppressed.
Fireball tweeted unwillingly all the way, and was abruptly beaten back to his dantian.
It was too late, it was so fast, the onlookers didn't even see the fire behind Chen He, they saw the sword light on the ring, full of power, suddenly all the lanterns shook together, people rubbed their eyes, and found some lanterns above the candles. actually burned.
"It's not good, put it out, don't let the water go!"
During the first lunar lantern festival, Jing Zhaoyin had already prepared for the fire, and people didn't care about the pity lanterns, so they threw the lanterns directly on the ground and stepped on them with a few daring feet.
The lotus lanterns provoked around the arena where Chen He was located had long since been torn apart, and the rest of the whole surface was burning. The monks in Dabaoguo Temple were busy splashing water to put out the fire. The sword-wielding monk (who saw the whole process) waved his hand and immediately jumped off the ring.
Those with spiritual sense were still staring at Chen He, and instantly felt dark in front of him, as if he had been hit by something, and he was terrified. A magic weapon, or the elders who support him.
Chen He ran in front of Shi Feng, the two of them didn't speak, and left in a tacit understanding.
The scribe in the restaurant fell down on his chair, with his eyesight, of course it was impossible to find someone in the chaos. He didn't bother about that, he just kept mumbling: "It's him, it's really him."
People in the restaurant looked out one after another, worried about the spread of the fire.
Fortunately, there weren't too many fires, and the crowd was mostly monks and Jianghu people. The fire was quickly put out. The festival of lights was on fire every year. Every store on every street had a big tank with water. Also sprinkle with salt to prevent freezing.
The scribe surnamed Zhong was in a trance when he was hit by someone, and suddenly felt that someone had put a ball of paper in his hand.
He pinched it subconsciously, and reluctantly returned to his senses and unfolded it to take a look, his face turned snow-white again.
"Your Excellency's secret, I know all about it. If you want to kill Chen He, follow my instructions."