Jiang Li put away the insulating moss in the room, pushed the door and left the refining room.

Outside, that familiar noise was still everywhere.

This Cihang Temple is indeed a large sect where all members practice physical training.

Day after day, the various pounding sounds are ten times more lively than at a construction site.

It was much more exaggerated than when Jiang Li and his fellow disciples were practicing martial arts.

At this time, a young monk nearby saw Jiang Li coming out, and immediately stepped forward and saluted him with his hands together.

"Brother Jiang, Elder He and Uncle Liaochi are waiting in the Dragon and Tiger Courtyard. Brother, please follow me."

Jiang Li looked at the sky. He had only been refining a sword embryo for half a day. He didn't know what Elder He and Senior Brother Xiang were doing now.

"Then, I'll trouble you, Junior Brother."

Jiang Li did not suspect anything. After thanking him, he followed the little monk all the way to the Dragon and Tiger Courtyard he mentioned.

Before he even entered the door, he heard cheers from inside. Jiang Li was familiar with the voices. When he was fighting with his fellow apprentices in the Demon Subduing Hall, the crowd basically cheered like that.

Pushing the door and entering the Dragon and Tiger Academy, he saw his senior brother Xiang Yuanba, who had swelled up into a devilish muscle man, in the training ground in the middle.

This kind of secret method of physical cultivation that expands the body and increases strength is quite common. Among ten physical cultivators, at least four or five have mastered similar methods.

For example, the guy sitting opposite Senior Brother Xiang is about two meters tall, with bulging muscles, just like a inflated golden balloon.

Jiang Li is also a physical cultivator, so of course he has this skill, and it is an ancient inheritance he got from the Sutra Hall.

But the way one performs this kind of secret technique is extremely ugly. As for Senior Brother Xiang Yuanba, if it weren't for the obvious blood patterns on his body, Jiang Li would definitely not be able to recognize him.

Moreover, while increasing strength and physique, it also limits speed and agility. It is hard to say whether it is an increase or a decrease for him, so he has not used it many times so far.

"Master, I'm here."

"I have met the Crazy Master."

Jiang Li walked to the side of Elder He, greeted them, and then looked at the situation in the field.

But he really didn't quite understand the current situation.

Senior Brother Xiang, whose height had expanded to about three meters, stood opposite the Vajra monk who was only half a head shorter than him.

They didn't move or dodge, but just stood there, punching each other in turns.

Behind them were broken pieces of pottery jars scattered all over the ground.

It can be seen that there were originally quite a few water jars behind the two men, but at this time, there were only three or four left behind each side.

"Get ready, it's your turn next."

Elder He sat on the chair very calmly, tilted his head and talked to Jiang Li. Elder He had already given Jiang Li a heads-up on the way about this duel, so Jiang Li was not surprised.

But what kind of fighting method is this? "Okay, Master, but what is going on?"

Jiang Li could roughly guess that those water jars and pottery jars were not just decorations, but he couldn't understand their specific functions or the rules of the competition for a while.

"This is the body cultivation and literary battle of Cihang Temple. You will understand if you take a closer look."

Boom! Now it was Facheng's turn to take action.

A fist as big as a millstone blasted out and hit Senior Brother Xiang Yuanba directly in the abdomen.

Jiang Li was speechless. What kind of literary fight was this?

Brother Xiang was hit hard by this punch. The powerful force penetrated his body and directly exploded two of the water tanks behind him.

A tiny crack also appeared on the ground beneath Senior Brother Xiang's feet. The crack continued to split and spread backwards, containing the strength he had released into the ground.

And one of the continuously spreading forces happened to reach the bottom of the last water tank.

With a click, a crack appeared on the wall of the jar. The water inside the jar seeped out from the crack and flowed to the ground.

It almost broke apart.

"Haha, Lao He, it looks like your disciple is in danger."

Master Lechi and Elder He have a long-standing friendship. Back then, both sides were at the same level.

But the Beast Blood Atlas can not only increase strength, but also speed up cultivation. Gradually, Master Lechi began to fall behind, and today the gap between the two sides is very obvious.

If he couldn't beat him, he could only let his disciples shoulder the responsibility. Now that Facheng had the upper hand, he was naturally very proud.

This so-called literary duel is a method of competition developed by the physical practitioners of Cihang Temple.

A literary fight is not like a normal fight where all means are used and one side must fall to the ground to determine the winner.

This "literary fight" is based on the five aspects of "boxing, defense, control, unloading and stepping".

Just like now, what they are competing in is the method of dissipating force of physical cultivation.

The two men stood facing each other, attacking each other without being able to move their feet. The criterion for victory was not who fell to the ground, but the water tank behind the other.

The first person to smash all the water tanks behind the opponent will be the winner.

This special form of competition is not about the total strength, but about being able to withstand the force with the body as much as possible and to evenly transmit the attack while unloading the force.

If the impact intercepted by the physical body is too small, the shock wave will directly shatter large pieces of the water tank. If the force unloading technique is not in place and the force transmitted from the ground is not uniform enough, the water tank will also be shattered.

Senior Brother Xiang’s strength should not be inferior to the opponent, but he is not used to this form of fighting and still fell into a disadvantage.

At this time, Jiang Li noticed that the bloodstains on Senior Brother Xiang's right arm began to emit a faint red light.

It was a mighty lion with its mane standing up. Its arms, which were already thicker than pillars, swelled again, and it roared with a heavy lion's roar and hammered forward.

Roar! When the fist rubbed against the air, a roar like a lion's roar was heard.

A punch hit the monk Facheng, and before he could relieve the force, the surging force of the fist turned into a lion head and penetrated his body. Then the lion head exploded into rolling waves of sound, which spread out along with his fist force.

Bang, bang, bang, bang! Five explosions in a row.

When exposed to the sound waves of the lion's roar that carried the force of a fist, the four water tanks behind the monk Facheng exploded at the same time.

But apart from that, the cracked vat behind Senior Brother Xiang could not withstand the aftermath and broke into several pieces.

draw!

Elder He, who was sitting in his seat, seemed to be slightly relieved. It was obvious that even he did not want to lose to his old friend.

After the two of them left the stage, almost all the monks present turned their attention to Jiang Li.

His eyes were shining with golden light and full of eagerness to try. It was obvious that all the monks present wanted to challenge him.

After all, Cihang Temple takes its reputation as the strongest sect in the Dazhong Mountain Body Cultivation very seriously, while the lineage of Elder He, which has a small number of members, can be compared with them in the world of immortal cultivation.

How could they tolerate such a situation? Therefore, whenever they get the chance, this group of passionate monks will launch a challenge to restore the reputation of Cihang Temple.

The draw obviously did not satisfy them, but Xiang Yuanba had just finished a match and it was impossible for him to be so shameless as to challenge the opponent in a round-robin match. So they could only target the Demon King Jiang Lijiang, who was also a disciple of Elder He.

"Is he Jiang Li, the one who ranked first on the White List and the strongest disciple in Sutra Repository?"

"But isn't Jiang Li a disciple of Elder He?"

"Look at him, is he really a physical practitioner?"

Jiang Li's well-proportioned body after building his foundation was quite deceptive. From the current mainstream view, a strong body does not necessarily mean a good physical cultivator, but a thin body is most likely not a good cultivator.

"He looks skinny and doesn't look like a capable person."

A monk touched his knotted muscles, and the solid feeling of strength made him very satisfied. But what about Jiang Li? "Brother, don't be too harsh on him. Although he is the first on the White List, he is just a group of juniors in the Qi Refining Stage. How strong can he be?"

The implication is that he still thinks Jiang Li is just a figurehead.

"Amitabha, please don't speak nonsense. Donor Jiang has indeed defeated this poor monk. If you have any doubts, why not step forward and challenge him? You will know after a try."

The one who spoke was Le Yuan who was standing in the crowd. After he spoke, the disciples dared not say anything more.

Heshouchan Liaoyuan is no unknown figure in Cihang Temple.

Once when he was about to enter Buddhism, he was an ordinary person, but suddenly he was accepted as a disciple by the great monk Kongmu. This caused a huge uproar at the time.

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Although few people dared to speak wildly to him openly, rumors spawned by jealousy never stopped among the disciples of Cihang Temple.

Until Le Yuan mastered the Heshou Zen, he took 218 consecutive hits from the Fuhu Stick in the defense test, breaking the record of the contemporary foundation-building disciples. He became famous in this battle, and no one dared to doubt his qualifications to be a disciple of the monk Kong Mu.

And since Jiang Li was able to defeat him head-on, he certainly couldn't be a person who was seeking fame and reputation.

"In that case, let me ask you a question or two."

"I have learned everything. Donor Jiang Li, do you dare to come down and compete with me?"

A man jumped out from the crowd. He was the disciple of the dead old monk Kong'e, who also came for the sake of his generational change.

Although he was also a disciple of the same generation, he was always inferior in status and treatment because of his master, and he had long been jealous and resentful.

He was in the late stage of foundation building, and when he learned that Jiang Li had just established his foundation, he often jumped out to challenge him.

Jiang Li had defeated Yuan before. If he could defeat Jiang Li here, wouldn't that prove that he was better than Jiang Li? That's what he thought.

The monk Le Chi at the head frowned, but before he could say anything to stop him, Elder He had already nodded.

Jiang Li didn't care about the other party's tricks. He smiled, walked out from behind Elder He, and stood directly in the center of the venue.

"I am Jiang Li. I have nothing to fear, but I am not very familiar with the rules of your temple's competition. Master, please tell me what we should compete in."

After hearing Jiang Li's words, the other party's eyes brightened up and he spoke quickly.

"Then don't bother me, I'll make the selection. Why don't we compete in defense?"

The physical cultivators of Cihang Temple are good at cultivating the golden body, and their defensive abilities are very advantageous among those of the same level.

The disciples of Elder He's lineage have the Beast Blood Atlas on them, so their basic attributes such as strength and speed are even more powerful.

This Liao Tong was a shameless smart man. He pretended to think for a moment, and then chose the competition that he thought was most advantageous to him.

But in the crowd, Master Liaoyuan shook his head helplessly.

He had personally experienced how thick the skin of Jiang Li, the number one on the white list, was. He used all his strength to break Jiang Li's defense, but he still couldn't.

Comparing yourself with him in this regard is just asking for trouble.

However, the master and his apprentice had very bad relationships with others, so no one reminded him and the competition was decided directly.

The rules of this imperial calligraphy competition are very simple.

In the Dragon and Tiger Courtyard, there is a magical long stick, whose power is equal to the Water and Fire Stick in the Qi Refining Stage, its power is equal to the Tiger Subduing Stick in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and its power is equal to the Dragon Subduing Stick in the Core Formation Stage.

The contesting disciples must stand still, remove their defensive magic weapons, and only use their physical bodies to withstand the attacks of the long stick magic weapon. The one who holds out to the end will be the winner.

The two sides stood opposite each other. Monk Liaotong immediately lowered his waist, and his whole body was covered with a layer of gold paint, preparing for the strongest defense.

But Jiang Li just stood there, seemingly standing loosely.

A disciple took out two long sticks with stripes and activated them with a flick of his hand.

Bang!

A dull sound of impact was heard.

The power of this Fu Hu Stick is quite strong, and is indeed equivalent to the attack power of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

At the first blow, both sides could bear it and looked at each other without changing their expressions.

At the eleventh moment, the golden light on Le Tong's body had begun to dim, but Jiang Li remained calm and composed.

On the 23rd strike, the golden light protecting Liao Tong's body suddenly shattered, and a thick stick mark appeared on his back.

On the twenty-ninth stroke, Le Tong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, looking listless.

After the thirty-third blow, Le Tong fell to the ground with his bones and tendons broken. His eyes rolled back and he had completely lost consciousness.

However, Jiang Li, who was sitting opposite him, still looked the same as before, with his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking calm and relaxed.

"Everyone from Cihang Temple, please come in!"

Jiang Li made a regretful expression as if he was still not satisfied, and extended his hand to invite other disciples to take over.

This expression was interpreted as a clear provocation by many monks, and another person immediately jumped out and stood in front of Jiang Li.

The Fu Hu stick flew up and down, but this disciple was tough and endured forty-two blows before being dragged out of the venue.

Jiang Li couldn't help but sigh at this, then he grabbed the tiger-subduing stick on the opposite side and used both sticks to whip himself.

Jiang Li actually enjoyed this feeling. His Dominant Body Technique was just a little bit away from breaking through to the eighth level, and now he needed someone to beat him.

But his action further stimulated the monks present.

They took out a bunch of Fu Hu sticks directly from the warehouse, and then went on stage one after another to fight against Jiang Li.

Every time a monk was defeated, he would take away the opponent's Fu Hu stick and use it on himself.

The fight lasted from dawn to dusk. There were already fifty Fu Hu sticks on Jiang Li's body, falling as densely as raindrops.

The number of stick hits had already exceeded Yuan's previous record by many times.

This group of Cihang Temple disciples also deeply understood what despair and powerlessness were.

The guy opposite is not a human being at all. With such intensive attacks from the Fu Hu stick, even a magic weapon for defense would have been turned into scrap metal long ago.

But Jiang Li actually looked like he was enjoying it.

At this time, Liao Yuan, who had kept his hands clasped together, walked out holding two long sticks with golden scale patterns.

"Master Jiang, how about we try this stick?"

That is a dragon-subduing stick that has reached the power of the Jindan stage! 　Comrades, thank you for your hard work !

(End of this chapter)