Chapter 296: Every Word is Worth a Thousand Dollars
Longwu Mountain, the Forest of Steles on the Back Mountain.
As the snow and wind were blowing, a figure came uninvited and accompanied Ning Daoran up the mountain. The nine levels of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra in his body crackled and began to constantly temper his body. Suddenly, the dragon demon state of mind emerged, and a ferocious snow dragon appeared behind him, carrying countless flying snow.
People haven't arrived yet, but the atmosphere has already soared into the sky!
"Daoist Fellow Jianjia!"
On the top of the mountain, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking intimidating without even getting angry, with wisps of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra's artistic conception lingering around his body. It was none other than Nie Shentong, the supreme elder of Longwu Mountain.
After not seeing each other for two years, Nie Shentong was still at the eighth level of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. However, he had sensed that Ning Daoran had already cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to the ninth level. Although it was only half a level, given the other party's background, his advantage no longer existed.
In his sleeves, Nie Shentong silently circulated his blood and energy, and shot out a sound transmission note.
“Shua——”
The sound transmission note was mixed in with the wind and snow and disappeared silently.
Nie Shentong flew into the air and stomped his feet hard on the ground, stirring up a cloud of snow dust. He said with a smile, "Daoyou Jianjia has finally come up the mountain. I have been waiting for you for too long!"
"How can I keep you waiting for so long?"
Ning Daoran came over in a flash and fired a spear in an instant. The spear light went straight towards the energy light created by Nie Shentong's foot.
"Bang~~~"
Amidst a loud bang, the two masters collided again.
Nie Shentong was still using boxing, with strong fist power bursting out from his body, and he seemed to be getting braver and braver as the battle went on.
Ning Daoran was the same, still using the Silver Dragon Spear Technique, and had no intention of making any changes to his moves. However, with the blessing of the Nine-Layer Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, every spear he fired was more powerful than before.
Moreover, Ning Daoran's blood and energy were at least 30% stronger than before, and coupled with the Eternal Evergreen Art providing him with an endless supply of spiritual energy, his fighting style was completely different from the other party's, and was like a steady stream of water! ...
For a moment, the light and shadows of fists and spears in the mountains kept bursting out.
The duel between the two masters made half of the back mountain tremble constantly.
When a disciple of Longwu Mountain wanted to come and watch, he heard the majestic voice of the head of the mountain, Nie Qinghe: "The Grand Elder is exchanging skills with a master from the secular world. All disciples are not allowed to watch. All of you must stay in your residence!"
Soon, three figures appeared on the top of the mountain at the edge of the battlefield.
One is Nie Qinghe, the other two are two old men with white hair, they must be the supreme elders of Longwu Mountain. The three of them are in the early stage of Baodan, plus Nie Shentong, they support the foundation of Longwu Mountain.
Moreover, each of the three held a jade slip of formation, ready to activate the mountain protection formation at any time! Ning Daoran came prepared today, and so did Nie Shentong.
"Your martial arts advancement is truly amazing to me."
Nie Shentong threw three punches in succession, each one more profound and richer than the last. With a chill in his eyes, he said, “If you continue to practice like this, I’m afraid you will really have to reach the stage of condensing a martial infant!”
A warrior's realm is divided into blood and qi, condensed liquid, and embracing elixir, and above that is the legendary Hunyuan realm.
This Hunyuan Realm is equivalent to the Nascent Soul stage of immortal cultivators, and the direction of cultivation is basically the same. Immortal cultivators condense the Nascent Soul, and warriors condense the Martial Soul.
It's just that the lifespan of a warrior is very short. Even if a warrior in the Baodan realm takes all the longevity pills of the first, second, and third levels, he can only live to two hundred years at most. It is extremely difficult to reach the stage of condensing a martial infant.
Therefore, there may be a lot of Yuanying stage cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness's immortal cultivation world, but warriors in Hunyuan realm are as rare as lice on a bald man's head. This makes it even more apparent how rare and precious a peerless genius like Shen Luoyan, who is at both Yuanying stage and Hunyuan realm, is.
"Fellow Daoist Nie!"
Ning Daoran fired more than ten spears in a row, making Nie Shentong's arms numb. He smiled and said, "Daoyou seems to be lacking energy today. Is it because of your life span? If so, then I really won unfairly."
"You better defeat me first, my friend. Why bother talking so much?"
The two stopped talking and started fighting with fists and feet. For a moment, the wind and snow mixed with the roar of dragons. The fight was evenly matched and it was hard to tell who would win! …
"This person is extremely terrifying..."
On the mountain top, the gray-robed old man with Dan Bao frowned and said, "It can be seen that this person's Dragon Demon Heart Sutra has become more profound than the Divine Power Ancestor. I'm afraid it has reached the legendary ninth level."
"What?"
Nie Qinghe frowned and asked, "This person has cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to the ninth level?"
"Exactly!"
Another old man holding a pill said: "Although my Longwu Mountain is known as the overlord of the area, the previous leader Nie Qiuzhen only cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to the ninth level. I didn't expect that an outsider like Jianjia Sanren could cultivate the Heart Sutra to the ninth level with only half of the Heart Sutra. This person's mentality is extremely terrifying. If we are not careful, my Longwu Mountain..."
"Uncle Master, stop talking..."
Nie Qinghe frowned and said, "If that's the case, I think Long Wushan doesn't need to offend this person anymore. At most, we can make a copy of the complete Dragon Demon Heart Sutra and give it to him, which can be regarded as a good relationship."
"We can all talk, but the old master Shentong doesn't want to."
The old man with Dan in his arms sighed, "Ancestor Shentong regards the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra as more important than his life. Unless Sanren Jianjia joins Longwu Mountain and becomes an elder of Longwu Mountain, it is impossible for him to be given the complete Heart Sutra."
Nie Qinghe's brows were tightly knitted together. He had been the head of Longwu Mountain for many years and had seen all kinds of people in the world of immortal cultivation. He knew how serious this matter was. If he really continued to suppress Jianjia Sanren, what this kind of cultivator would do in the end might be quite terrible.
“Ancestor…”
He looked at Nie Shentong, who was dancing wildly in the snow and throwing punches fiercely, and said, "I hope you can win this duel!"
…
However, things do not always go as planned.
After a hundred moves, Nie Shentong's energy was really not enough. This time the confrontation was more intense than the last time. He could only keep pushing his fists higher in order to be able to take on Ning Daoran's next moves.
However, Ning Daoran's combat power was of the steady type, with no sign of decline at all. This made Nie Shentong a little overwhelmed. After all, he was an old man and his life span was running out.
"Fellow Daoist Nie, I'm afraid you're going to lose today!"
Ning Daoran suddenly soared into the air, his blood and energy surged. At this moment, he did not hide it. Suddenly, a silver dragon appeared in the sky and the sky was looming in the dark clouds. Then he fiercely shot the silver dragon to take water and chopped it down! This shot was about 50% more powerful than before! He finally started to exert his strength! But Nie's supernatural power had reached its limit. His fist could not be higher. The fist he swung at this moment was already his peak and the strongest punch in his life.
"Bang~~~"
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Amid the roar, the fist force that was dozens of feet high and soaring into the sky was pounced upon by a huge silver dragon. The moment Ning Daoran touched the fist force with the tip of his gun, the artistic conception of the fist force began to collapse and dissipate.
With this attack, the strength of both sides has been determined, and it is no longer a draw!
"You!"
Nie Shentong stepped back, leaving a trail of huge footprints on the snow. He spun around and threw another punch toward the sky, angrily saying, "I don't believe that you, Jianjia Sanren, can be so invincible!"
Ning Daoran smiled calmly, swung the Qinglong Spear in his right hand, clenched his five fingers with his left hand, and also threw a punch, but this punch came from the sky, carrying with it the power of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra! "Boom~~~"
The two fist energies collided and exploded in the air, but Ning Daoran's punch was still stronger. The little remaining fist energy fell down like an overwhelming force, hitting the opponent's protective energy with a "puff puff" sound.
Nie Shentong roared wildly, his blood rising and transforming into fists that soared into the sky, but he still couldn't withstand the opponent's whistling fist force. Ning Daoran didn't even need to throw a second punch, this one punch alone was enough to defeat Nie Shentong.
After more than a hundred moves, the old man Nie Shentong has done his best.
wrong……
In fact, he is only over a hundred years old, while Ning Daoran is over two hundred years old, and is the real old man.
It's just that the age calculation ratio between cultivators and warriors is completely different. Ning Daoran practiced the Evergreen Technique, but he still looked like an eighteen-year-old young man. This appearance was enough to anger many people to death.
And it's not just his appearance. After practicing the Evergreen Technique, Ning Daoran's state of mind is also evergreen and he always maintains a sense of vitality. Otherwise, he wouldn't be going crazy with the big stupid deer every day. He is not like the ordinary great monks and high-level warriors. At his age, they have already become decadent and have no vitality at all.
"I don't accept it!"
Nie Shentong let out a low roar, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. He still concentrated his true energy and threw out a powerful punch, intending to counterattack.
"Fellow Daoist, please sit down!"
Ning Daoran spread out his five fingers in the air, and suddenly the Nine-Level Dragon Demon Heart Sutra burst out. With a "bang", a powerful palm force exploded through the air, directly pressing Nie Shentong's body back to the ground, and with a "plop" he made a sitting posture on the ground.
The Qinglong Spear hummed and emitted a heart-pounding cold light.
At this moment, if Ning Daoran wanted to kill Nie Shentong, it would be as easy as pie! ...
"Fellow Daoist Nie, follow our previous agreement."
Ning Daoran said word by word: "If I can defeat you in fists and feet, you will give me the complete Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. Now it is time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Fellow Daoist Jianjia..."
Nie Shentong staggered to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile: "At that time, I only said that if you beat me in fists and feet, I would consider passing on the complete Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. It was just a consideration, and I didn't say when to pass it on. Besides, I sensed a hint of evil spirit from your Dragon Demon Heart Sutra. I'm afraid that you may fall into the devil's way in the future. If the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra falls into the hands of the devil, how can I be worthy of my ancestors?"
"oh?"
Ning Daoran said calmly: "So, you regret it?"
"Nie's every word is worth a thousand gold. I will never regret it. It's just postponed. Please wait for a while, fellow Taoist."
As he spoke, Nie Shentong's eyes moved and he said, "Qinghe, show the guest away!"
Suddenly, the three Baodan realm warriors on the top of the mountain activated the formation jade talismans together, and wisps of formation heavenly sounds roared in the air.
…
“Good, very good!”
Ning Daoran smiled faintly, then retreated with the Qinglong Spear in hand.
(End of this chapter)