No one knows luck better than me

Chapter 91 095~096 Born with divine power, the puja begins

After Lei Chenyang's words fell, many people around who stopped and watched suddenly buzzed:
"Are these two true disciples of Badaomen and Yaowangshan?"

"Haha, I heard that these two sects seem to be at odds with each other. Today is a good show!"

"I've heard of this Lei Chenyang. He is a top-grade root genius who was admitted to Badaomen seven years ago. It seems that he is about to break through the third-rank realm. But who is the other Yaowangshan? It's not Hong Xizhen and Hua Longfei."

"Extreme Genius Genius? Then that disciple from Yaowang Mountain is probably no match for him!"

The fight between monks is a repertoire that is popular in the market. The disciples of other sects and even casual cultivators who are watching are commenting for fear that the world will not be chaotic. They wish they could fight now.

Chen Xun didn't care about these messy discussions, he just looked Lei Chenyang up and down, smiled and said:
"What's the use of letting me deal with it? Can I really kill you? This game is too boring and meaningless."

"Don't you think you have the chance to win?"

Hearing this, Lei Chenyang frowned, and immediately laughed:

"Among the disciples of the same generation of Badaomen, no one dares to talk to me, Lei Chenyang, like this. You are the first one, interesting, interesting. Since you think it is meaningless, then I will add more bargaining chips!"

As soon as the words fell, he had already taken out a palm-sized exquisite wooden box from the Qiankun bag on his waist, and after opening it, a crystal-clear elixir like ruby ​​was revealed in everyone's sight:

"If I lose, this blood pill will belong to you. How about it, is this bet enough?"

Bloody Great Pill! ?

At this moment, the eyes of the monks who were watching the scene lit up, and there was an uproar.

The Great Blood Pill is a perfect martial art of the lower third rank. It is a must-have elixir for breaking through the barriers of the sixth rank, forging the soul of blood, and condensing the blood energy.

Not to mention the preciousness of this pill, the output is also very rare, and it is basically monopolized by major sects. If a casual cultivator does not have some rare opportunities, he may not be able to get one in his entire life, which shows that it is rare.

"It's a joke, Lei Chenyang, how many years have you been in Badaomen, and how many years has junior brother Chen Xun been in the sect, this competition is unfair at all, why agree?"

Chen Xun also knew the value of the Great Blood Pill. His heart moved slightly, and he was about to speak, but the senior sister Wu Qing behind him suddenly stepped forward to stop him, and then said solemnly:
"Junior Brother Chen, don't agree to this person! This Lei Chenyang is the ultimate root. He was trained and taught by the master of the Badao Sect in the early years. Now I am afraid that he has completed three blood exchanges. Your cultivation time is still short, so don't be impulsive. !"

No one among the disciples knew Chen Xun's true cultivation level. Even if he captured three disciples of the Ba Dao Sect, Wu Qing only thought that Chen Xun would only change his blood once at most, so he was naturally unwilling to make any mistakes.

"Why?"

When Lei Chenyang saw Wu Qing standing out, he immediately sneered and said:

"Why, I don't dare now, where is the self-confidence just now? If he really didn't dare, I won't be embarrassed, as long as he comes over to me, Senior Brother Zhang, bow respectfully and apologize, and see our Badaomen in the future If people force you to retreat, the previous things will be written off, how about it?"

With so many other sect disciples and casual cultivators onlookers, this request was like trampling Yaowangshan's face underfoot, Wu Qing, Song Dahu and several other Yaowangshan disciples all glared angrily.

Speaking of this, Chen Xun couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"Since you want to compete so much, then I will help you, find a place?"

"Okay, that's true!"

Lei Chenyang clapped and laughed, flaunting wantonly: "There is a competition arena in Fangshi, not far from here, just go there, follow me!"

As he spoke, he walked forward with a few of his classmates from the Badao Sect, causing the people around to stop and watch quickly to avoid it.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Wu Qing was anxious immediately, and Song Dahu was hesitant to speak, his eyes were full of worry, but Chen Xun smiled lightly and cast a look: "Don't worry."

After speaking, he followed behind the Badaomen people and headed for the so-called competition arena.

Wu Qing had no choice but to give another disciple an order immediately, and then followed along with Song Dahu and others.

Not only the disciples of the two sides, but also a group of good-natured people followed, and more and more people gathered together. In a short time, hundreds of monks followed behind, eagerly waiting to watch the excitement.

After a while, a large group of people came to the north corner of Fangshi, in front of a simple stone ring.

Lei Chenyang and Chen Xun walked up the stage slowly, surrounded by buzzing, and even casual cultivators who were willing to gamble opened their handicap. Looking at Chen Xun on the stage, it seemed as if he had already seen the end of the other party.

The reason why they are so confident is that they know that the Lei Chenyang in front of them is not as simple as changing blood three times.

As the ultimate root genius, and the sect devoted all his efforts to cultivate him, Lei Chenyang had already broken through to the limit of the fourth exchange of blood a few months ago. What to do with it, what suspense is there to deal with a new true biography of Yaowangshan?
Compared with the confidence of the disciples of the Badao Sect, the fellow disciples of Yaowang Mountain also knew that Lei Chenyang was by no means ordinary, and all of them looked worried.

It was Song Dahu who knew that Chen Xun would not do anything he was not sure of, so he remained calm.

"Anyway, if you dare to fight against me on stage, at least you have courage."

On the arena, everyone was watching, Lei Chenyang was holding a long knife, proudly:
"In order to avoid people saying that I am bullying the small with the big, I will let you do three moves first. If you can let me use the knife within the three moves, it proves that you have the qualifications to let me face it squarely."

Damn, can you pretend like this?
Chen Xun didn't bother to say much, so he smiled:
"Then I'm welcome!"

boom--!
Before he finished speaking, the next moment he took a step, the air around him exploded violently, and the entire arena vibrated and cracked under one foot, and even sank an inch.

And his tall body suddenly crushed the air, crossing a distance of several feet in an instant like a teleportation, and came to Lei Chenyang while his voice was still spreading in the air, and punched out!
His shot was like a long-quiet volcano erupting. The air could not bear such a violent force at all. Billowing air waves rippling out of the explosion and screaming, and blowing in all directions with substantial strong winds.

what! ?

And the deafening wind and waves rushed towards his face. At this moment, Lei Chenyang, who was originally full of confidence, was covered with hairs all over his body. In his mind, it was as if a meteorite from outside the sky was bombarded head-on. The suffocating wind swept all the air Draining, only made him feel a thrilling feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

However, after all, he is a martial artist who is only one step away from the third rank, so he reacted almost instantly, holding the sheathed long knife in his hand to resist the parry.

But bam!
In the next instant, the air, muscles and bones exploded in a chain, and a violent air wave burst out. Lei Chenyang, who was extremely frightened and furious, only felt a [-]-ton giant wheel hit him at this instant. one black.

The indescribable terrifying force crashed over his whole body and struck straight into his heart. Then at this moment, it was as if his soul had left his body, and he could faintly feel as if he had left the ground and flew backwards rapidly!

As for the horrifying sight of the Ba Dao Sect disciples, Lei Chenyang was like a mosquito being bombarded by a cannon, he was sent flying out of the ring without even being able to resist for a moment!
Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng -!
Flying more than ten feet out of the arena, Lei Chenyang finally landed on the ground, and then took a few big steps back in embarrassment, barely stopping his figure, and at the same time, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his exposed skin was red with blood, and his veins were throbbing violently. I don't know what kind of force impact it endured.

This.! ?
This scene happened so suddenly and so bizarre that no matter Badaomen, Yaowangshan, or other monks watching around, all eyes froze.

After all, Lei Chenyang is also a well-known genius disciple of Ba Dao Sect. Everyone thinks that his strength is good and he may have the upper hand; From the beginning to the result! ?

Especially Zhang Hailong, who knew how powerful Lei Chenyang's cultivation was, was even more shocked. Even such a genius disciple who had exchanged blood four times could barely stop Chen Xun's punch. How terrifying is his real physical strength?
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, however, Lei Chenyang, who had suffered a great loss without noticing for a while, finally swallowed a mouthful of blood in his throat, and gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Xun on the stage:
"Heaven, life, god, power!?"

The opponent's martial arts realm is obviously not as good as his own, but that pure power can be said to be devastating, and it is hardly something that a seventh-rank martial artist can emit.

And Yaowangshan has never been good at pure body training and strength training, so it undoubtedly shows that the other party has a natural physique similar to the power of a god, otherwise it is impossible to have such a terrifying power!

Chen Xun, who shocked the audience with a fist, put away his fist, with a smile that was not a smile:
"People are out of the ring, so this is my victory?"

"Win?"

Hearing this word, Lei Chenyang's blood rushed to his head, and he shouted in shame:
"I just didn't notice it for a while, and you dare to speak out, you don't know the heights of the sky!"

Chong——!
The heart-pounding sound of the knife resounded, and a fierce knife light suddenly appeared. Lei Chenyang was furious, and carrying the knife light was like a thunderbolt, and like an overlord rivaling thousands of troops, he smashed through the road ahead. When he came to kill, the gravel, dust, and air currents that blocked the road in front of him were all torn apart, leaving behind a long gust of wind and air waves!

This attack was fierce, violent, and cut everything, and it was the true inheritance of the Tyrant Sword. Even Chen Xun finally showed a face-to-face look.

Clang!
However, before he could draw his sword to meet him, suddenly there was a sword glow as huge as a thunderbolt sweeping from the sidelines. Retreat, dare not resist.

"You dare!"

The sword light disappeared in a flash, but it didn't pursue and strike fiercely. At the same time, an equally ferocious sword light burst out from the other direction, rushing towards it like a tornado.

clang--!
The earth's surface burst into a huge crack, which was extremely violent, as if thousands of gongs were beating at the same time, and the violent sound was deafening, and many people present suddenly covered their ears.

And when he raised his head again, there were already two more imposing figures like mountains and seas on the side of the ring.

The one holding the sword is naturally the Elder of Yaowang Mountain, Yu Xianting.

On the opposite side was a vigorous and domineering black-robed old man with gray beard and hair, who was obviously also a first-class elder of the Ba Dao Sect.

Yu Xianting's tone was light:
"Cheng Tinghua, if he comes out of the ring, he will be defeated. Are the disciples of Badaomen so ignorant of the rules?"

The elder of Badaomen known as Cheng Tinghua looked indifferently:
"What sets the rules for losing in the arena? Yu Xianting, you also participate in the competitions of junior disciples, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?!"

"I don't know which side of the disciple claimed to be making three moves, but he couldn't even block a punch?"

Yu Xianting didn't care at all, he laughed loudly:

"It's been less than two years since our disciple started, and you Badaomen disciples may have to go back and practice hard!"

The two elders at the level of martial arts masters confronted each other, and everyone in the audience was shocked.

At this time, the law enforcement team from Fangshi also arrived, and a middle-aged monk led a group of people to break through the crowd and walked in. Looking at both sides, he said neither humble nor overbearing:

"The two seniors should both be here to participate in the Lanshan Dharma Conference, right? The Dharma Conference will be held tomorrow, and please be kind to the two of you, otherwise I will not be able to explain to the upper three sects here."

The two elders obviously didn't want to fight at this time, Cheng Tinghua indifferently swept away Yu Xianting and Chen Xun, waved his hand and said:
"go!"

After the words fell, Zhang Hailong and other disciples dared not disobey, Lei Chenyang's expression also changed, and he had to withdraw his knife angrily and leave.

Chen Xun also put away his sword with a little regret:
"Third Master. Elder, why don't you let me compete with this person? That person took a blood pill as a bet."

"Blood Soul Great Pill, won't the sect prepare it for you when you break through?"

Yu Xianting sighed and stared at him:
"At this stage, it is definitely not a good thing for you to show too much limelight under the watchful eyes of the public. Don't be a fool."

Knowing the truth of Mu Xiu Yu Lin, Chen Xun quickly apologized:

"I know I know"

While the two were talking, Song Dahu and the rest of the dozen or so disciples indeed rushed forward with joyful faces, praising and honoring him.

After all, although there was no clear winner or loser in the competition, Chen Xun seemed to have the advantage in everyone's eyes, and it could be regarded as gaining enough face for Wang Shan.

Yu Xianting didn't want to say anything, so he could only wave his sleeves:
"Okay, let me go back!"

This little episode did not cause much trouble, and under Yu Xianting's order, all the disciples returned to the courtyard where they stayed to rest obediently.

One night passed like this.

At daybreak, everyone packed up separately, joined the elders and disciples of Youxianguan, and went to Lanshan several miles away together.

At this moment, all kinds of other participating disciples also poured out of the market, and many Qi-practicing true practitioners soared into the sky with their magic weapons, and flew away in an incomparable style.

On the ground, Chen Xun, who was riding a horse, was also full of envy, wishing he could grow a pair of wings.

After a while, he arrived at Arashiyama.On the mountain peak, a majestic stone hall stood tall, and above the stone hall, there were streaks of light, and fairy birds like cranes descended.

What is even more astonishing is that Chen Xun also caught a glimpse of a huge flying boat exuding celestial light flying over the clouds and fog, flying from afar, full of celestial aura.

Watching the flying boat land on the top of the mountain from a distance, Chen Xun couldn't help asking:

"Elder, is that?"

"That is Yunxianzong's Flying Cloud Treasure Ship, and it is a high-quality treasure that can carry many people and travel thousands of miles a day with ease."

Yu Xianting was quite used to it, curled his lips and said:

"Among the three sects, the Yunxian Sect is the only high-level true cultivator sect with the most wealth and wealth, so they are the only ones who can afford such treasures."

Chen Xun nodded suddenly.

Yunxian, Feiling, and Haoyuan, these are the only three high-level sects in the Qian Kingdom, and all of them have senior monks of the third rank.

Apart from Yunxian, Feilingzong is a soul cultivator sect, and Haoyuanzong is a martial cultivator sect.

Although the two are both high-level sects, they are actually weaker than the Yunxian sect of the real cultivator sect.

Take Fangshi as an example, Yunxianzong's sphere of influence covers more than two thousand miles. There are three Fangshis of the size of Yunshan Fangshi, and all the middle and low-level sects around them have to look up to them.

"Everyone, please follow me."

After a while, they arrived at the foot of Lanshan Mountain, and the three sects sent low-level disciples to receive them, and led the people from each sect to the stone hall on the mountain.

Although the stone hall is simple and simple, it is extremely grand, even if it can accommodate thousands of people, according to the previous order, Yaowang Mountain is ranked among the upper and middle stone platforms, waiting for the formal start of the puja.

During this period, Chen Xun and others bumped into the Badaomen people again, both sides snorted coldly and ignored each other.

In less than half an hour, all the stone platforms opened up in the hall have been occupied, and there are still many casual cultivators who are not qualified to enter outside the hall hoping to wait and see.

Not long after, an ethereal and melodious sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and the noisy hall became silent, and they all looked at the three main seats at the end of the hall.

Then I saw three powerful monks who were either immortal, tall, or deep, leading their disciples slowly up and took their seats.

At least the high-level officials of the three sects who showed up at the conference, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Chen Xun cast his unscrupulous eyes over him, full of curiosity.

After all, the core heads of the three upper sects are all great monks of the upper third rank, and the lower high-ranking ones are basically the masters of the fourth rank, basically on the same level as their own sect masters.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, the leader of the three high-ranking sects, wearing a cloud-patterned Taoist robe, with white beard and hair, said in a clear and clear voice:

"Thank you for coming from afar. The Lanshan Dharma Conference has been held for more than a hundred years. Everyone must be very familiar with the rules and regulations. I don't want to waste everyone's time explaining.

According to the usual practice, my three sects will first take out some resources or rare and exotic objects to attract others. If you are interested, you can contact the deacon about the sale and exchange. After the display is over, each sect can communicate by itself. "

No one dared not give face to the superior sect and the host. Hundreds of monks of all kinds in the hall responded in unison. The Taoist of Yunxian Sect smiled and stroked his beard:
"Then Pindao announces that this Dharma conference will officially begin!"

(End of this chapter)