"Master Liaoyuan, be careful. This man is good at using poison pills."
Seeing the monk walk into the arena, Jiang Li gave a reminder from the top of the mountain.
The other party showed goodwill towards him, so Jiang Li was naturally happy to respond.
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Jiang. I will pay attention to it."
As he said that, he walked in. This also meant the beginning of the challenge.
The disciple of Bailian Mountain was also furious. It was fine that he couldn't beat Jiang Li, but now a bald donkey dared to come and pick on him. Did he think that anyone could come and bully him? "Master Liaoyuan, I will give you the antidote to the poison pill after the competition."
"If the mage came here for the antidote, there is no need to do this. It is only asking for trouble!"
The expression on the face of the disciple from Bailian Mountain was extremely ugly, and it was obvious that he was not in a very good mood.
After all, his surname is Ma, and he is from one of the two major families in Bailian Mountain.
He was usually arrogant and domineering in the sect. Those disciples from other families were submissive in front of him and allowed him to bully them. He had always been the one bullying others and had never been bullied by anyone in his entire life.
But he had just been provoked by Jiang Li and he had no way to retaliate, which made his narrow worldview collapse.
"Amitabha, suffering is a kind of practice. I can understand the beauty of it. But you, Mr. Ma, should understand the meaning of suffering."
After the monk Liaoyuan walked into the arena, he still kept his hands together. He did not take out his magic weapon or pose, but just walked straight towards the opponent.
"Humph, you want me to suffer too? How shameless!"
"Leyuan! I advise you to show me your magic weapon quickly. Don't think that I will show mercy to you just because you are of a higher generation!"
Although they said so, the disciples of Bailian Mountain really did not dare to act rashly.
It was not known whether Master Liaoyuan was gifted or it was destined, but when he entered Cihang Temple a few years ago, he was unexpectedly accepted as a disciple by the temple's previous generation of great monks.
That kind of top-level cultivator who is rare in the world has unfathomable cultivation and is at the same level as the founders of Sutra Valley.
It is hard to say how powerful he is after having such a person as his master, but his background alone is enough to make most people be cautious when dealing with him.
"Amitabha, I have kept my hands together for five years without separating them. I don't need any magic weapons. Please feel free to help, Mr. Ma."
Holding hands together for five years?
Hearing this, Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, then he looked up and down at the monk carefully for a while.
Suddenly, he felt goosebumps all over the ground.
At first, seeing that the other party was wearing a gray-brown monk robe, Jiang Li thought that he was of a special status, so the clothes he wore were different from others.
But now after careful observation, I found that the fabric of the clothes was originally a normal yellow color, but because of the clasped hands, this dress has not been taken off for five years.
I wore it for too long and never washed it, so it ended up being this color.
It seems that practicing in Cihang Temple is really difficult.
Jiang Li, who was quite clean, felt a little horrified when he saw the clothes.
Fortunately, there are bigu pills in the world of immortal cultivation, and you don't need to excrete after taking them. Otherwise, this Zen skill would be even more difficult to practice.
"Humph, you asked for it!"
The monk surnamed Ma became annoyed when he saw that the other party remained indifferent. He flipped his hand and three pills of different colors appeared between his fingers.
Three-color poisonous wind!
Three poisonous pills were shot out in a triangular shape, and after passing through a streak of light, they exploded simultaneously around Monk Yuan.
The three colors of poisonous gas, black, red and green, spread instantly, and influenced each other to eventually form a three-color poisonous gas tornado, surrounding Master Le Yuan in the middle.
Hiss, hiss, hiss! In the area covered by the poisonous gas, the rock layers on the ring were corroded rapidly, disappearing layer by layer. It can be seen how terrifying the toxicity of the three-color poisonous wind is.
If an ordinary mortal were thrown into a poison of that level, he would be completely corroded and turned into a pool of pus in just three seconds.
The body of the Qigong practitioner still showed some miraculous properties, but facing such a deadly poison, his fate would definitely not be good.
Except for the medicine man, the other disciples of Bailian Mountain relied on this poison pill to easily kill and defeat many powerful opponents.
But seeing the junior master being enveloped by the poisonous fog, another disciple of Cihang Temple did not show any worry on his face.
Buzz! Suddenly, a dazzling golden light pierced through the three-colored poisonous fog, and the sinister and vicious poisonous gas quickly melted away under the golden light.
More and more golden light appeared, and in just a few breaths, the vortex of poisonous fog was torn apart.
Master Liaoyuan walked out of it unharmed, and even his speed did not change at all.
"How is this possible!"
The disciples of Bailian Mountain moved their hands quickly, and poisonous pills were shot out like a stream of water.
The monk Liaoyuan did not dodge or evade, allowing all kinds of fierce poison pills to hit him.
You have to know that these poison pills are all made by the alchemists of Bailian Mountain. Although they are made by disciples in the Qi Refining Stage and their power is reduced, the toxicity cannot be faked.
Even if Jiang Li encountered it, he would have a few pimples. But Master Leyuan was not afraid at all.
To be accepted as a disciple by the great monk of the previous generation, this monk Liaoyuan must have his extraordinary qualities.
"Amitabha! This poison pill technique is not the right way, it would be better for Master Ma to wake up as soon as possible!"
With the swastika-shaped golden steps under his feet, Le Yuan's body turned into a golden phantom and he moved towards the opponent step by step with unwavering determination.
The disciples of Bailian Mountain retreated step by step, and Liao Yuan approached step by step. The swastika golden light step gave people a strong pressure invisibly, making the opponent feel that there was nowhere to escape.
Soon, the opponent was forced into a corner of the ring, with no room for retreat.
The two sides were very close, face to face, almost touching.
Swish!
The clothes of the disciples of Bailian Mountain were suddenly torn by golden light, and then five or six porcelain bottles fell out from them.
"My pills!"
The disciple from Bailian Mountain exclaimed and wanted to reach out to take it, but the next moment.
"Amitabha!"
With a Buddhist chant, the golden light in front of him suddenly surged, pushing the Bailianshan disciple who was just full of confidence off the stage! At this point, the second place on the white list changed hands again!
This monk Liaoyuan had been fighting every battle like this since he started participating in the competition. No matter who his opponent was, no one could force him to separate his clasped hands. What he showed was overwhelming strength.
Unexpectedly, when the competition has already come to an end, such a dark horse will appear.
This monk seems to be even stronger than Chang Wanzhou of Shushan!
. . . .
Bang! In the spectator seats floating in the sky, Bailian Mountain's Situ Tingxin grabbed the handle of the seat and broke it.
The pure jade fragments like mutton fat flew everywhere, and the chair made entirely of Lingtian warm jade was scrapped on the spot.
It's no wonder that Situ Ting was angry.
The benefits brought about by the emergence of the secret realm of the medicine garden are so enormous that they may change the power structure of the entire Dachong Mountain cultivation world. This is especially true for Bailian Mountain, which started out by refining pills and equipment.
As long as you seize the opportunity, you can ride the wind and soar to 90,000 miles. At that time, you can truly stand at the top of the Dazhongshan Immortal Cultivation World and step on everyone under your feet.
For this competition, they even used their own sect's trump cards, the secret art of making medicine men and poison pills.
In a pair, he used a disposable medicine man to fight against the strongest genius of other sects. Then he used the poison pill technique that was difficult for cultivators to resist at this stage to crush them and win.
They were risking offending the other three major sects in an attempt to take the top spot on both lists at once.
In the Foundation Establishment arena, a monster appeared at the Five Elements Peak of Mount Shu, causing half of their plans to fail.
In desperation, they had to settle for the next best thing, that is, to get the first place in the Qi Refining Stage. As long as they had that 10%, plus the efforts of other disciples, as long as the share reached more than 15%, they would be able to rise with an absolute advantage! But then, they encountered Jiang Li again, who was very depressed. This disciple, who had been injured by a Jindan stage cultivator, still easily killed their Dingzichu No. 1 medicine man.
In desperation, they could only change their plan again and take the second place, which would be fine! As a result, they were ruined by the disciple of the old bald donkey again!
Damn it! Why can a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage master the Cihang Temple Secret Hand-to-Hand Zen? This is unreasonable! It shouldn't be possible!
. . . .
On the second Qi Refining Stage stage, the disciple from Bailian Mountain fell out of the stage in a mess, but he was not injured because he was only pushed out of the stage by the golden light.
"You win! Humph! Give the pill back to me!"
After the disciple surnamed Ma stood up, his face turned extremely ugly. He lowered his head and was about to take back the porcelain bottles. However, his outstretched hand was stepped on by the monk Le Yuan.
"Donor, hand over the antidote."
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Liao Yuan said this coldly, and the gentle expression on his face gradually turned cold.
The disciples of Bailian Mountain wanted to refuse this request and use the antidote as a threat to humiliate them.
But the problem is that they offended more than one or two people this time. The method of using the poison pill offended everyone from the other three major sects.
Especially the physical cultivators of Cihang Temple, several of them were knocked out by drugs. As the uncle monk Liaoyuan, it's good enough that he didn't beat you to a pulp.
If they still want to make trouble with the antidote, then sorry, it’s three against one, so let’s start a war!
The disciple named Ma looked aggrieved, but the situation was stronger than him, so he had no choice but to hand over the antidote.
Monk Liaoyuan divided the white antidote among the poisoned monks, and the faces of the poisoned monks soon looked much better.
They are not afraid of the other party cheating. The network of relationships behind the disciples who took the pills is enough to scare people to death.
It would be fine if he offended one or two people. With the power of Bailian Mountain, he could still intimidate them. But what if he offended everyone at once?
If they join forces, it is not impossible to take down the Bailian Mountain hometown.
Monk Liaoyuan distributed the pills, then raised his head and met Jiang Li with a pair of burning eyes.
"Master Jiang, can you give me some advice?"
This Qigong master of the Le generation from Cihang Temple is actually going to challenge the second and first place on the Qigong list successively.
Jiang Li smiled. He had already expected it from the look in that look.
There are only two hours left before the end of the competition. This is probably the final battle! This monk gave Jiang Li a completely different feeling from other Qi Refining cultivators.
For some reason, the other party actually made him feel a little threatened.
There seemed to be a very terrifying power hidden in the opponent's body. Even Jiang Li was a little frightened after noticing it.
"Master Liaoyuan, do you want to take a rest?"
Jiang Li made some polite remarks, and the other party responded with actions.
Liao Yuan still held his hands together and walked steadily up to the highest stage where Jiang Li was.
The two sides looked at each other and saw excitement in each other's eyes.
"Master Jiang, please help."
The body of the monk Liaoyuan was completely covered with a layer of gold lacquer. He walked towards Jiang Li step by step with a solemnity he had never shown before.
"Then I won't be polite."
Jiang Li also moved closer step by step, and at the center of the ring, the distance between them was within boxing range.
Raising his fist, without using any moves or bringing any spiritual energy, just like meeting a good friend, Jiang Li punched the other person's chest lightly.
Bang! Beneath the seemingly light fist, there was a terrifying force that no one could match.
The monk Liao Yuan, who was covered in golden light, was knocked back by a punch, and he only stopped retreating after retreating seven steps.
He transferred tremendous force to the ground, and large pieces of rock under his feet were crushed into powder.
This was the first time that Monk Liaoyuan was defeated in the competition.
It was also the first time that a Qi Refining cultivator could remain calm after taking a punch from Jiang Li.
"What a great hand-joining Zen! The Cihang Temple's body cultivation is indeed worthy of its reputation!"
Jiang Li looked at his fist and was amazed. Although it was only 30% of the power, it was definitely the power of the foundation-building stage.
This Hand-joined Zen is one of the most secret skills of Cihang Temple. Although it is extremely difficult to practice, its counterpart is this secret practice, which is extremely, extremely, extremely powerful!
The reason why Jiang Li recognized it at a glance was because Elder He had mentioned it in his ear many times.
Elder He had once encountered such a Zen practitioner who practiced clasped hands, but in the end, he was unable to break the other party's Zen power.
"Amitabha, I am not very good at learning. I am sorry to make fun of you, Mr. Jiang."
Master Leyuan smiled and stepped forward again. This time, Jiang Li used 50% of his strength and punched the opponent again.
The surging brute force directly knocked the opponent away. If it drew a parabolic trajectory, this blow would be enough to knock the person out of the ring.
But the speed at which Liao Yuan was thrown backwards was obviously not normal. After only flying about 20 meters, the force was strongly offset again and he slowly stopped in the air.
After falling back to the ground, he still walked towards Jiang Li firmly.
Jiang Li noticed it this time.
When the opponent put his hands together, the strength of his whole body was perfectly integrated and connected to the huge energy in his body. He absorbed all the power of his fist without suffering any injury.
The feeling was somewhat similar to his Body Domination Technique, but it was obviously much stronger in every aspect and could not be compared.
"Please throw a punch."
Liao Yuan stood in front of Jiang Li again, his whole body standing still like a piece of iron, ready to withstand any blow from any force.
That’s 70% of the strength.
Jiang Li raised his fist again and punched the opponent in the chest with a straight punch.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The stage behind Liao Yuan began to break and collapse.
Jiang Li's fist force hit the opponent's body, but was directed to the ground using a unique technique.
But this monk radiating golden light did not take a step back this time! "I didn't expect that among this generation of Cihang Temple disciples, there are actually people who have mastered the Heshou Zen!"
"Jiang Li is in danger this time."
On the viewing platform, Elder He of the Sutra Repository frowned. It seemed that even he was not very optimistic about Jiang Li's fight this time.
"Brother He, what on earth is this Heshou Zen? It can even take your disciple's punch."
Beside him, the head of Huichun Hall, who looked like a woman, asked this question. Although Jiang Li was injured, his strong power did not change much after several fights in the ring.
That was a monster who could fight against a foundation-building monster. Could there be another Qi training stage who could rival him in this generation? Is this possible? Even the Golden Light Sword of Shushan was defeated by Jiang Li. Could there be a more evil disciple among this generation of disciples? "This Heshou Zen is a secret Zen practice of an old monster in Cihang Temple. It is extremely difficult to practice and requires extremely amazing talent."
"Those who can achieve this are geniuses that only appear once in a century. Once they succeed, they are unstoppable at the same level. Their Zen skills are almost unbreakable. And the longer they practice, the more powerful their Zen attacks will become."
"If Xiao Jiang Li hadn't been injured, I believe he could have broken through the Heshou Zen. However, the real horror of this Zen is not when you are maintaining the Zen, but after you break through the Zen!"
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