Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 247 The third level, several generations of cultivation, in exchange for a moment of fun

After one night, Xu Zhiqiong, who was covered in bruises, broke open a watermelon and handed it to Lu Tixia.

"Eat it, keep it cooked."

Lu Da ate the watermelon and sighed, "I never thought that the Sa family would be defeated by you."

Xu Zhiqiong snorted coldly: "Why don't you accept it? If you lose, you lose! Let's go after eating melons."

"I'm not in a hurry to eat melons." Lu Tixia put down the watermelon, "If you show the Sajia one more trick just now, the Sajia will be satisfied."

He was talking about Xu Zhiqiong's sixth grade skill.

"Since Tiji has spoken, brother, can I not agree?"

Xu Zhiqiong stood up and suddenly disappeared.

Ruda sat on the spot, blinked, and soon showed a satisfied smile.

After laughing, Xu Zhiqiong appeared, and Lu Da nodded and said, "The Sajia is satisfied, let's go to the Sajia!"

Lu Da got up, Xu Zhiqiong shouted at Lu Da: "Tiha, you are a hero, but heroes also like good girls, this is not a shameful thing."

"Sajia doesn't feel ashamed. If you come back in the future, remember to have a drink with Sajia."

"Not only do we want to drink, let's go to Goulan together."

"You are a refreshing person!" Lu Da laughed loudly, "Sajia likes that kind of state."

After the words fell, Lu Da got up and jumped into the abyss.

Looking at the rotten watermelons all over the floor, Xu Zhiqiong really didn't know how he got through this test.

The strength of killing, the speed of the judge, and the physique of Xiong Shendao.

The upgraded version of Lu Tiji is invulnerable.

In Xu Zhiqiong's inner world, no one can imagine a more terrifying opponent than this.

Ruda's only weakness is that when his concentration is loose, he will show his flaws.

Not only him, everyone is the same. During the battle, as long as he is not focused enough, there will be flaws.

And every flaw is likely to be a fatal blow.

Forcing opponents to show flaws is the core of sixth-grade skills.

In order to fight against Lu Da, Xu Zhiqiong created a sixth-grade skill!

After defeating this seemingly impossible opponent, Xu Zhiqiong honed his sixth-grade skills to the top of a hundred.

After receiving meritorious service and being promoted to the sixth rank, Xu Zhiqiong's strength is at least not inferior to that of Qian Limu.

It's time for the third pass.

Xu Zhiqiong sat in the watermelon field, quietly waiting for his next opponent.

The injury was serious, many bones were broken, and many joints were dislocated. They were all serious injuries.

There is not much energy left, and the eyelids are heavy, and I can fall asleep even if I close my eyes for a while.

Can you still fight when you meet a third opponent?

I'm afraid that if the guy blows his breath, he will fall down.

Or should we just call it a day?

One in a million, still not satisfied?

A gust of cold wind came up from the abyss, blowing on the scarred cheeks, it was a bit pleasant.

Xu Zhiqiong closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.

After sleeping for a while, a burst of cold murderous aura suddenly blew on his face.

"Zhiqiong, don't sleep, beat the bastard in the third level before going to sleep!"

In this world, there is only one person whose murderous aura makes Xu Zhiqiong feel kind.

He is also, in this untouchable state of mind.

Yeah, can't sleep!

Xu Zhiqiong opened his eyes.

There are no more than three judges who have passed the three levels.

Now there is one more person, and this person is me!

Even the upgraded version of Lu Tisha has been defeated, I don't believe anyone else can stop me!

It seemed that someone was coming, Xu Zhiqiong clenched his fists.

After clenching for a while, he let go of his fist again.

He suddenly felt itchy on his face, scratched it with his hands, and touched some hairs.

hair?
Why is there hair on my face?
Not only has hair grown on the face, but also on the body.

What's wrong with this?
Could it be that the third level is some kind of strange virus?
How to fight the virus?
No, not a virus.

Xu Zhiqiong touched his cheek, feeling somewhat familiar.

……

Qian Limu stayed by Xu Zhiqiong's side for a whole night, thinking that Xu Zhiqiong would not be able to survive, but unexpectedly at dawn, his aura changed again.

This guy has passed the second level!
Was it a draw or a win?
Seeing that he hasn't woken up yet, it seems that he has won the battle!
Could it be that he broke into the third level?
A wave of jealousy welled up in his heart, Qian Limu got up and said: "Brother, you are so lucky, I don't need my brother to care about you anymore, my brother can go to the fence to get some air, you can ask for more blessings!"

Qian Limu turned and left the bedroom, walked back after a while, and sat by the bed.

"Fortunately, you are in the state of mind, you can't see brother, otherwise you will see a joke,
What's wrong with you brother?This jealousy is burning, but even I feel ashamed,

Brother, you are so talented, you will eventually become a hero in our Taoist sect, and it is my brother's blessing to help you here. "

Qian Limu continued to apply medicine to Xu Zhiqiong, and suddenly found that Xu Zhiqiong's body had changed.

He didn't see Xu Zhiqiong's long hair.

He only saw a mark on Xu Zhiqiong's forehead.

Why is this mark getting deeper and deeper?
……

A monk sat cross-legged in front of Xu Zhiqiong, clasped his palms together and said, "Wukong, why are you selling watermelons here if you don't follow along to learn from your teacher?"

Xu Zhiqiong scratched his cheek and said, "Selling watermelons is pretty good."

"Wukong, have you forgotten the oath under Five Fingers Mountain? Have you forgotten the agreement with your teacher?"

Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said, "Master, I don't think I'm needed on the way to learn scriptures. Since you drove me away, let me be a businessman."

There was chatting every sentence, Xu Zhiqiong was observing the characteristics of this monk.

Since he was in the third level, he must be more difficult to deal with than the upgraded version of Ruda.

But why is he so difficult to deal with?

"It's good, it's good," the monk sighed, "Wukong, since you are obsessed with your obsession, don't blame your teacher for being ruthless."

He's about to chant the curse.

"Master, there are some things that cannot be forced!" Xu Zhiqiong quietly approached the monk, ready to kill him with one blow.

Although he has monkey hair, he has no special feelings for Tang Seng. Even if Tang Seng is beaten to death here, he will not feel any guilt in his heart.

Tang Seng was about to speak, and Xu Zhiqiong was about to strike, but Tang Seng was a step too fast.

The golden hoop suddenly tightened, and the severe pain hit instantly. Xu Zhiqiong felt his head was deformed, his brain was rolling, his scalp was bursting, and his eyes were about to fly out of their sockets.

Whether reading books or watching dramas in my previous life, I never had such a real experience. Who would have thought that this curse is so vicious.

After reading for a moment, Xu Zhiqiong lay on the ground, writhing and struggling, vomiting non-stop.

The monk stopped, and wanted to comfort Xu Zhiqiong, but Xu Zhiqiong suddenly got up, looked at Tang Seng and said:
"You chant the mantra, I have a headache!"

Reasonable arguments.

"If you don't recite the mantra, I won't have a headache!"

Reasonable inference.

"you……"

Xu Zhiqiong didn't say the most critical unreasonable inference.

He felt his lips being sewn together.

Does this monk know magic?

But Xu Zhiqiong didn't smell any spells.

He has no movement of casting spells, and there is no trace of casting spells.

Could it be that his speed is faster than Lu Tisha?

Xu Zhiqiong gave up the famous methods and wanted to use yin and yang techniques.

He separated Yin Qi and Yang Qi, but the breath automatically bypassed Tang Seng.

He didn't seem to do anything, but the breath went around automatically.

He has such profound mana?
While thinking about it, the monk had already begun to chant the mantra.

The severe pain hit, Xu Zhiqiong rolled over with his head in his arms.

The lethality of the magic spell is too great, every time it can make Xu Zhiqiong incapacitated instantly.

After chanting for a quarter of an hour, Tang Seng stopped, squatted beside Xu Zhiqiong and said, "Wukong, I know you feel wronged, because the teacher drove you away, but the teacher still needs you on the way to learn the scriptures, so you follow me to help you." Teacher, let's go."

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "If you need it, I'll go with you, and when you don't need it, kick me away?"

Tang Seng sighed: "This is your destiny. With the golden hoop on your head, you are destined to follow your teacher, and you can't do without him at all times."

Xu Zhiqiong puzzled, "Who can't live without whom?"

Tang Seng smiled and said: "There are thousands of people who want to learn from the teacher, but the teacher has taken a fancy to you, and the teacher has given you the opportunity. Naturally, you cannot do without the teacher."

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Since I can't leave you, why do you come to me? Wait until I find you!"

Tang Seng shook his head and sighed: "Wukong, why are you so obsessed with your obsession? I know that you feel wronged. If you really want to hit me twice, you can hit me. I will sit here and let you hit me."

After speaking, Tang Seng sat beside Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong looked at the monk, smiled and said, "Master, monks don't tell lies. When I beat you, you are not allowed to recite mantras."

The monk thought for a moment and said: "Master doesn't recite the mantra, you can hit it, remember it, just twice."

Master, don't worry.

It doesn't take two hits, I can kill you with one hit!
Xu Zhiqiong suddenly hid his figure, looking for the most suitable opportunity to make a move.

It is said that monks do not lie, but what if he breaks his promise?What should he do with the mantra?
Xu Zhiqiong tried to get as close as possible to the monk until he put his hand on the monk's neck.

Just one click, one can break his neck.

Even if he suddenly chanted a mantra and endured the pain, he could still break his neck.

Xu Zhiqiong put his hand on the monk's cervical spine, but the monk did not resist or chant mantras.

Got it so easily?

Xu Zhiqiong gathered his five fingers and was about to break the monk's neck, but he couldn't use his wrist.

Just like meeting a man with a crew cut for the first time, Xu Zhiqiong's wrists seemed to be bound.

That's right, he was bound, bound by a golden hoop.

The gold hoop is not only on the head, it can also be seen on the wrist.

At this moment, Xu Zhiqiong finally understood the method of the monk.

He has no powerful spells, nor great powers.

But he has certain rules, rules engraved in Sun Wukong's soul, rules that cannot be broken.

Monkey King can't hurt Tang Seng.

No wonder there are very few people who pass the third level!
The third level has insurmountable rules!
Just like this golden hoop, it's not just on the head.

It bound every joint of Xu Zhiqiong's body.

Zhonglang is fearless, not only must he be fearless against powerful enemies, what is more terrifying than powerful enemies is the invisible rule!
No matter how powerful Lu Tisha is, when fighting against him, both sides are fighting fairly.

But under the constraints of the rules, Xu Zhiqiong was bound hand and foot and beaten!

If he couldn't break the shackles, Xu Zhiqiong would have no way of defeating the monk in front of him.

Tang Seng turned his head, looked at Xu Zhiqiong, smiled and said, "Wukong, you hit me once."

"Yes!" Xu Zhiqiong agreed.

Tang Seng smiled and said: "One more time, you finish the fight quickly, I have something to tell you as a teacher."

Xu Zhiqiong said: "If you have anything to say, you might as well say it now."

Tang Seng said: "If you don't want to fight anymore, you can learn scriptures from the teacher."

If I promised him to learn from the scriptures, this test would have failed.

Not only did this level fail, but this life also failed.

"Master, what if I insist on not learning the scriptures?"

"Then I won't embarrass you as a teacher," the monk said with a smile, "I will recite the mantra until you are willing to follow me."

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "Master, you are so kind, you are not at all embarrassing."

"Then I read it?"

"Wait! I have to fight again!"

The monk shook his head and sighed: "Why bother about this, you have no chance, you can't be hurt as a teacher, this is your fate!"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled slightly: "That depends on where the injury is. Some injuries will not heal even if they are not smoothed."

The monk smiled and said, "Wukong, let me say it again, you will never hurt your teacher."

Xu Zhiqiong rubbed his forehead, and stretched the golden hoop to his deformed forehead.

This is an eminent monk, an eminent monk among eminent monks.

It takes a lot of effort to conquer him.

……

At nightfall, the monkey hair on Xu Zhiqiong's body fell off, and he sat next to the monk.

The monk lowered his head, looked at his waist, and said with a sad expression, "Wukong, I have cultivated for several generations, but I was destroyed in the illusion?"

Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "You haven't released your Yuanyang all your life, have you enjoyed yourself this time? See how many watermelons you have broken?"

The monk gritted his teeth and said, "It's because the master is kind to you. When you cast the illusion, if the master uses the magic spell, I can recite it until you are out of your wits!"

"That's not illusion, it's much more advanced than illusion!"

"No matter what method you use, I can kill you as a teacher! It's all because of my kindness..."

Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and sighed: "Monk, don't lie, don't break the precept!"

The monk was unconvinced and said, "Why did I lie?"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "You have been kind to many people, but you have never been soft to Monkey King."

The monk said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Xu Zhiqiong looked at the monk and said, "Besides Monkey King, who else has your magic spell been useful to?
Is it useful in front of the scorpion essence?Is the jade rabbit essence useful in front of you?Is it useful in front of spider spirits?

With monsters, your magic spells never work.

When you meet the devil, your magic spell is useless.

Walking to Shituoling, when the fight is desperate, Zhu Bajie will abandon you, and even Monk Sha will divide the luggage. Has your magic spell ever worked?

Your kung fu of chanting mantras is used to humiliate Sun Wukong, that unrivaled hero who guards you sincerely, protects you, and accompanies you to learn scriptures! "

The monk gritted his teeth and said, "The golden hoop is on your head, it is used to cure you!"

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Yuanyang is gone, cultivation base has been abolished, why are you telling me these things?"

After finishing speaking, Xu Zhiqiong took off the golden hoop from his head.

The monk shouted angrily: "You, how dare you, do you know the origin of this golden hoop? Do you think you can really take it off?"

Xu Zhiqiong crumpled the golden hoop into a ball and threw it under the cliff.

He reached into his chest again, and took out another golden hoop with blood from it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it under the cliff.

"The golden hoop on your head is gone, and the golden hoop in your heart is gone, what else can you do to me?"

The monk lost his mind, got up slowly, walked to the side of the abyss, turned his head and said to Xu Zhiqiong: "Wukong, after you are done, let's get rid of the world's distracting thoughts, and then follow the teacher to learn the scriptures."

Xu Zhiqiong smiled: "Elder, when you improve your cultivation, I will take you to Goulan!"

The monk sighed: "Wukong, you can't live without being a teacher..."

Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and kicked the monk into the abyss.

……

Qian Limu was sweating profusely, and kept using various medicinal materials on Xu Zhiqiong's body. Seeing that his breath was getting weaker, he was helpless.

"Brother, if you can't bear it, you give up. You won the second round. You are already better than your brother, but how many people envy you!"

Qian Limu kept calling in his ear, only hoping that Xu Zhiqiong could hear it.

Xu Zhiqiong suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, looked at Qian Limu and said, "Brother Qian, what time is it?"

Qian Limu was overwhelmed with surprises: "Brother, have you passed the third level?"

Xu Zhiqiong nodded.

Qian Limu said with a smile: "Brother Wei has seen a talent that is unique in thousands of miles."

Xu Zhiqiong looked calm, saw the porcelain doll on the table, and looked at the two beautiful dancers, Xu Zhiqiong's eyes lit up: "What is this?"

Qian Limu said with a face of shame: "Brother, I'm sorry for you, I couldn't bear it last night, I went to Goulan just to buy this thing, for my brother..."

"How unreasonable!" Xu Zhiqiong gritted his teeth and looked at Qian Limu.

Qian Limu bowed his head and remained silent.

Xu Zhiqiong said angrily, "You only bought one pair?"

"Well, he, he sold a pair."

"Are you still selling tonight?"

"This is not good for my brother!"

Xu Zhiqiong got up and said, "Let's go, hurry up and have a look, even if you don't have porcelain dolls, don't miss the main show!"

Qian Limu looked confused: "Brother, don't be in a hurry, let's wait until you recover from your injury!"

"But I can't wait!" Xu Zhiqiong took off his bloody clothes, changed into a new one, washed his face and said, "The skills are not yet proficient, you have to practice hard, and you can't delay for a moment!"

(End of this chapter)