Pang Miaosong was so angry that his face turned blue, and his eyes stabbed at Lu Bei like knives. The latter, relying on his thick skin, accepted the offer and raised his hand to invite him in.
Just then, loud laughter rang out and a tower-like figure leaped onto the stage.
This type of man is the rough old man with wild hair and beard, as strong as a bear, and able to stand people on his fists.
"Your Excellency?"
"Han Yue Men, Du Jinglan."
"What, you are Master Du?"
Lu Bei was shocked. He pointed at Pang Miaosong, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and asked in confusion, "If you are Sect Leader Du, who is this?"
"She is Sect Leader Pang of the Shuiyue Sect. In terms of broad-mindedness, Sect Leader Pang is a little worse than me. You have recognized the wrong person." Du Jinglan said confidently.
The remarks from the top straight man made Pang Miaosong, who was sitting below, tremble with anger. While warning himself not to argue with the reckless man, he became angrier and angrier, and crushed the chair with a snap.
"Are you serious?" Lu Bei asked in surprise.
"really!"
"I don't believe it unless we compare it on the spot." Lu Bei shook his head repeatedly. He was a stubborn person and it would be hard to convince him without evidence.
"Let's compete. It's not that difficult."
Du Jinglan smiled and took off his shirt, revealing a shocking body of muscular muscles. His dancing chest muscles suddenly tensed up, and purple air poured out in an instant, causing Lu Bei's face to change suddenly.
He glanced at Pang Miaosong, his eyes lingering on the heavy weapon for a few seconds, then compared it with Du Jinglan, and said apologetically: "Yes, you are older, you are the head of the Du sect, I recognized the wrong person just now."
"… "
There was a dead silence on the top of Sijing Peak. Everyone stared at Lu Bei in amazement, unable to tell whether he was really stupid or just pretending.
Except for the female disciples of Shuiyue Sect, they were all murderous and their knife-sharp gazes rained down on Lu Bei.
Lu Bei expressed his helplessness. He didn't want to do it, but that was how it was when pulling monsters. The output and taunting had to be fatal.
From another perspective, he is worthy of being the one who won the hearts of the people as soon as he appeared on the stage. Not only did he attract the attention of all the young ladies in the audience, he also captured the heart of an older sister who was willing to drag him down with her even if she died.
"I heard that Master Lu is extremely talented and has already established a successful foundation at a young age. I came here to learn from him." Du Jinglan was full of fighting spirit and strode towards Lu Bei.
"I don't think I have extraordinary talent, I just have a little better luck than others."
Lu Bei simply moved his hands and feet and said honestly, "As for being able to build a successful foundation at such a young age, it's not that bad. Isn't it the same for everyone?"
"… "
The ridicule reached its maximum, and the eyes of the onlookers also changed. The shouts became a wave, and they all cheered for Du Jinglan, asking him to defeat the demon of Sanqing Peak and restore peace to Jiuzhu Mountain.
Du Jinglan was completely unaware of the support from the outside world. He locked his eyes on Lu Bei and said happily, "Master Lu, I'll go first."
As an iron-lifting fanatic, Du Jinglan belongs to the physical cultivation lineage. He is energetic and very warlike. However, there are only two people in the Jiuzhu Mountain lineage who are in the foundation-building stage, and Yang Fuliu is famous for not moving if he can avoid moving.
It was just like that, it felt good to bully a weakling, but after that there was only emptiness. Du Jinglan had been holding it in for a long time, but facing Lu Bei, who was at the same level of cultivation, he could no longer tolerate it. After quickly saying a few polite words, he raised his hand and punched him.
As soon as he made a move, all the blood and energy in his body exploded. With his force, the blue bricks under his feet shattered, his heavy fist cleared a path, and a fierce airflow rolled down with a whistling sound.
The banners beside the ring were straightened by the strong energy, and the gust of wind burst. All the onlookers in the front retreated and avoided it. A few unlucky guys who were still shouting took a mouthful of the strong wind and drank it to their full stomachs.
The crowd who witnessed this scene were greatly encouraged. The devil is one foot high, but the Tao is ten feet higher. The devil's rampage is only temporary after all. Look, the fist of justice has come down.
“Good physique!”
Lu Bei faced the fist head-on, his robe rustling, he took a step forward, bowed, and with a loud shout, swung his fist forward.
The Demon-Slaying Sutra gave him the confidence to compete with people of the same level in basic attributes. He was confident that he could defeat one if he was alone, and a pair if he was two. Even though Du Jinglan specialized in physical cultivation, he would not be at all vulnerable in a head-on fight.
BANG!!
When the two fists collided, a huge gust of air surged and violently covered the shouts from the sidelines. Everyone turned pale with fright. They felt as if their heads were hit hard by a heavy hammer and their ears were buzzing. Several people with low cultivation were too close and their blood was boiling. They lowered their heads to show everyone the lunch menu.
"What's going on? Is he also a physical cultivator?"
"That's amazing. He's a bad guy, but he's really amazing."
"Look, Master Du has been beaten back."
On the ring, at the moment the two fists collided, Du Jinglan could not withstand the huge force, and he retreated four or five steps in amazement before stopping.
Lu Bei kept his posture, slid back three steps, and looked at Du Jinglan with a strange expression.
Not bad, very powerful!
The exaggerated strength far exceeded that of other Foundation Establishment cultivators, which reminded him of the players who had suppressed their levels in the early stages, who had madly upgraded their basic attributes, leaving corpses all over the ground outside the novice village.
Fortunately, it was not a big problem. With the double points from the Demon Slaying Sutra, Lu Bei was not panicked when encountering players of lower levels. He shook his sore fists and took a few steps to Du Jinglan.
Sink your waist,
Stretch,
make a fist,
Swing your arms.
With the support of 90 points of strength and 68 points of speed, he used the Level 5 Eight-Armed Fist with great charm. The afterimages of his arms turned from virtual to real as he waved them, as if he really had eight arms.
The fist pressure came towards him, Du Jinglan's eyes turned red, the blood in his body surged, blood flowed like a river, his heartbeat was like a rumbling drum, and he clenched his fists and hit forward.
Bang, bang, bang—
On the ring, the wind was blowing wildly and the fist shadows were continuous.
The air surged like a tide, with wave after wave of air explosions and a whistling sound like ghosts crying, forcing the onlookers to retreat again and again.
Du Jinglan was slower and his punches were getting heavier, but Lu Bei was not affected at all and he punched back Du Jinglan's fist head-on. The remaining force of his punch was so strong that it left a lot of concave fist marks on Du Jinglan's chest, shoulders, abdomen and arms.
BANG!!
Violent air currents were visible to the naked eye. Lu Bei retracted his fist and exhaled. Opposite him was Du Jinglan, whose bones and muscles were numb and twitching from the battle.
Lu Beijing thought he was a real man, so he avoided punching in the face, so although Du Jinglan was in a miserable state, he did not look too embarrassed. As for the skin injuries caused by muscle soreness, he would go home and recuperate for ten days or half a month, and then he would be able to lift weights again with full energy.
"Master Lu is a physical practitioner, and practices boxing?"
Du Jinglan was surprised and doubtful. If that was true, he would definitely come to visit every day in the future and masturbate with Lu Bei.
"no."
Lu Bei shook his head slightly: "My punches and kicks are average, but my swordsmanship is OK."
"So that's how it is..."
Du Jinglan smiled bitterly. This is how cultivating immortals is. Some people can be at the top just by practicing casually, while others can only look up to them even if they try their best.
Fortunately, although we suffered a crushing defeat today, it was quite satisfying to see each punch hit us hard.
“Comfortable.”
Du Jinglan yelled, his muscles tensed, and he pounced towards Lu Bei with a ferocious smile.
"good!"
Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly. Not to mention the other peaks of Jiuzhu Mountain, he remembered Du Jinglan from the Hanyue Gate of Bayan Peak. He was a big shot.
The skill 'Dark Tide' is activated.
Charge + Critical Hit!
With a punch, the bluestone ground under Lu Bei's feet suddenly shattered, and dense cracks spread out.
Even though Du Jinglan was prepared, the force of this punch was far beyond his imagination. As soon as it made contact, his whole body seemed to fall apart and he flew out of the ring.
Bang!
The three hundred kilograms of weight was deeply embedded in the ground beside the ring. The background was the silent Emei Sect's martial arts arena. The three foreign aid leaders closest to the ring had gloomy faces. Du Jinglan, who had the highest level of cultivation, was defeated so easily that they were afraid that they would not be able to save even the last bit of face if they went up.
Ding Lei was distraught. Seeing the three masters standing still, he knew the situation was over and no one in Jiuzhu Mountain could help him anymore.
He raised his hand and called a disciple over, sighing, "Go, get Sect Leader Lu's goose."
"Three masters, I, Lu, was lucky enough to win against Master Du. Who's next?" Seeing that no one spoke, Lu Bei took the initiative to challenge.
"Master Lu, you are joking. Dingwang Sect is an alchemy sect and is not good at armed combat. I am only here to join in the fun. I have no intention of competing with each other on the ring." Liu Ao, the master of Dingwang Sect, smiled modestly.
"The same goes for Feixue Sect." Sect leader Lin Hong said that he was the same, just joining in the fun and not getting involved in the conflict between Sanqing Peak and Sijing Peak.
Pang Miaosong had a sullen face and didn't say anything. Lu Bei came up and started to mock her. She was the most embarrassed person in the whole audience. If she just gave in at this moment, it wouldn't matter if she was embarrassed, but Shuiyue Sect would become the laughing stock of Jiuzhu Mountain.
Pang Miaosong gritted his teeth, stood up and walked towards the ring: "Shuiyue Sect, Pang Miaosong, I would like to ask Sect Master Lu for some advice."
Lu Bei clasped his fists and said apologetically, "Master Pang, you are very polite. I was just shortsighted and recognized the wrong person. I didn't mean any other things. Master Pang is magnanimous... uh, magnanimous... Anyway, you are magnanimous, please don't take it to heart."
Pang Miaosong: “…”
Lu Bei: “…”
God bless you, there was no sarcasm this time, it was the idiom’s fault.