Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 104 Rebellion Does Not Distinguish Between Our Own and the Enemy! (7000 in [-] [-])

It took Jiang Xi one night to catalyze all the elixir with Dao Qi.

But looking at the elixir piled up on the table, he felt that it would be too ostentatious to take drugs on the spot.

After thinking about it, he came up with a way to dry the water in the elixir, and then pounded it vigorously with a big cauldron, and finally compressed it into a small black lump.

Then, he fetched a glass full of water, threw the black piece the size of a quarter of chewing gum into the water, and something magical happened——

After soaking for a short time, the black pieces did not change at all!

"Tsk." Jiang Xi was stunned: "It seems that the workmanship needs to be improved, it seems that I have to go down the mountain to find a master to study how to achieve the effect I want."

He opened the window, looked at the bright sky, and muttered, "A whole day should be enough, right?"

Taking advantage of the darkness, Jiang Xie left a note and carried a sack of elixir to the Tianshi Mansion.

It was already lunch time when Xuanqing found out that Jiang Chou was gone. He pushed aside the people who were discussing whether Jiang Chou had died, pushed open the door, picked up the note on the table, and frowned. Lock.

"My dear head of the Lushan School, hello.

I am the Son of the Gluttonous Ghost, and your performance is very exciting, I am very satisfied.

Now that you have successfully gained trust, I will tell you in advance about the next action.

Please be sure to keep this gift well, the teacher said it will be of great benefit to you. "

Xuanqing read it several times in doubt, but still couldn't understand why this thing is here, and the handwriting is ridiculously ugly. If the person who wrote this note is really the son of gluttonous ghost, then it can only be said that it must be a nine-year obligation Education slipped through the cracks.

Then it's pretty clear who wrote it.

Xuan Qing rubbed his eyebrows and dropped the note, and walked out with a sigh.

Lou Leshan came up to take a look, and was astonished: "Jiang Xi, it's quite a big game."

At the same time, when Jiang Xi took out the money to buy lunch, he took out the note that should have been left for Xuanqing and the others, and slapped his head:
"It's broken! Save it as the one you plan to stuff in the Lushan faction's house!"

He took the pancake fruit, and in desperation sent a text message to Lu Yun: "I have something to do when I go down the mountain, come back before the ceremony, burn that note for me, don't let Xuanqing see it, thank you."

Before taking the phone back, and before taking a bite of the pancake fruit, Lu Yun's call came.

Jiang Chou rationally analyzed that Lu Yun would definitely not take the initiative to call himself, indicating that Xuanqing had already seen the contents of the note.

Well, it's fine if you don't pick it up.

He ate the pancake fruit three times, five times and two times, and continued to move towards his destination.

Jiang Xi urged his spiritual power to move forward at full speed along the way, and his mortal body was comparable to that of a high-speed train. Although it consumed a lot of energy, he took some medicine when he was exhausted, and his state was full within three to five minutes.

As for why he didn't take the high-speed train, it was because he found that every time he exhausted his spiritual power and regenerated new ones, he could become more solid.

Although the change was not as great as the cement-like compression in the Temple of the Four Gods, for Jiang Xie, such an opportunity was also not to be missed.

He had worked hard for this before, but at that time, his spiritual power had almost reached its limit, and he couldn't even move it. This time, there was a sudden change for some reason.

After thinking about it, there is only one possibility, the broken awe-inspiring righteousness can make one's physical strength surpass the limit of the past.

This type of effort is not useless, it's just that the threshold has not been reached before.

Running wildly all the way, the well at the sixth grade, which was already close to saturation, continued to expand, gradually being able to accommodate more well water.

And the well water, also in the process of being consumed and replenished, was continuously purified and finally crystallized.

As the sunset approached, Jiang Lan finally arrived at his destination.

At a glance, he saw the dwarf who was less than one meter tall and was pretending to be stupid in front of the camera from the crowd.

Jiang Chuan stepped forward, called him to the corner, and whispered a few words in a low voice.

The dwarf changed from his previous madness, his expression was stern, and he stared seriously into Jiang Lan's eyes: "I don't guarantee success."

Jiang Xi pursed his lips and frowned slightly: "Just do your best, I'm your fan, I've followed you for a long time, I believe you have this ability!"

"Okay." The dwarf sighed and nodded, "I'll try."

The dwarf ended today's live broadcast ahead of schedule and brought Jiang Xie to a cave.

Among them, many dwarves like him were holding up hammers and striking and swinging.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shou smiled as expected: "I knew it! I knew your background is not simple!"

The dwarf didn't say anything, pushed away a few dwarves who were working, took off his shirt, exposed his gnarled tendons, raised the hammer, and smashed it down with all his strength.

Jiang Shou yelled passionately: "Come on! Big dwarf brother who makes compressed towels!"

the next morning.

Xuan Qing was so anxious that Zhang Zezhi's expression was not good.

Zhang Zezhi came this morning to ask Jiang Chou to prepare for the ceremony, only to find out that Jiang Chou disappeared yesterday, and the phone was blocked and he did not return messages.

I don't know where I went, what I went to do, and when I came back.

"He won't be worried that he won't be able to fight, or he will be nervous, so he will hide?"

Zhang Zezhi asked with a wry smile.

Xuan Qing shook his head, thinking to himself that you still don't understand him, he really wanted to throw the note that Jiang Pang was going to use to frame the Lushan faction in front of Zhang Zezhi, and asked him: You told me this is nervous?
But due to various reasons, it was impossible for him to do so.

And most importantly, he didn't know what Jiang Xi was going to do.

At this moment, Lu Yun suddenly felt something. He lowered his head and took out his phone to take a look, then walked over.

"Uncle Master, Daoist Zhang, Jiang Pai said that his phone ran out of battery yesterday, and he has already entered the country. He just found a power bank, and he is having breakfast right now, and he will be there in a while."

"Entry? What kind of territory?" Xuan Qing was confused, and Zhang Zezhi was also confused.

"Let me ask." Lu Yun lowered his head and operated.

After a while, he raised his head: "He has entered the territory of Jiangcheng. He said that he went to the dwarf country to find the master yesterday."

Zhang Zezhi was stunned: "What dwarf country, what master, have you heard of it?"

Xuan Qing shook his head: "Never heard of it."

After finishing speaking, he said helplessly to Lu Yun: "You tell him to hurry up, the grand ceremony has already begun."

"it is good."

Zhang Zezhi shook his head, and began to be a little disappointed with Jiang Xi's reliability: "Let's go, I'll take you there first."

"That's the only way to go." Xuan Qing sighed.

Just as Zhang Zezhi led the gatekeeper and his party to the back mountain to prepare to watch the ceremony, they heard a sound of breaking through the sky.

Several people looked up, but saw a Taoist priest wearing a gossip Taoist robe, stepping on a black iron long sword, and with long hair galloping away.

"People from Wudang Mountain?" A person suddenly appeared in Xuan Qing's mind, and he was shocked: "Wang Chufan?"

Zhang Zezhi was also in a daze: "It must be him. I haven't seen him before, and I'm still a little curious. It seems that he is still the same as before. He is dedicated to practicing. I'm afraid he just came from Wudang Mountain last night."

"Go quickly." Xuan Qing urged.

Intuition told him that this Daomen Grand Ceremony is likely to be extremely exciting because of Wang Chufan, a cultivating madman, and Jiang Xi, a terrifying spirit.

When they arrived at the back mountain, the Daomen Grand Ceremony happened to be holding the traditional opening ceremony.

Because of the special nature of this grand ceremony, the ceremony has been streamlined and streamlined, and a lot of performance-like links in the past have been missing.

Almost only the content of offering sacrifices to Taoist ancestors and famous celestial masters throughout the ages is left.

But even so, it still seems a bit redundant.

In the newly built Martial Arts Arena, thousands of people from different sects and sects were scattered in units of sects.

The entire venue was almost surrounded by Taoist priests, leaving only a small group of monks.

For Fomen, it feels like an away game.

Representatives of various sects gathered at the viewing platform, and the Taoist and Buddhist sects were clearly separated.

The old heavenly master and Ci'en sat at the front, silently watching the sacrificial ceremony.

Xuan Qing sat down in a corner where no one was around, but it didn't attract many people's attention.

Lu Yun kept urging Jiang Pai, but the reply he got was always "I'm on my way here on horseback".

Qin Shenbo and Liang Zhiche had never seen such a grand event before, and they watched it with great interest and were amazed.

Lou Leshan was exporting garbage again, and took a photo with the text: Taoism intends to reincarnate the Taoist filth, gather a hundred likes and I will live broadcast to stop it.

After a long time, the red tape ritual finally came to an end, and the Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion withdrew the altar from the venue.

Ci'en twirled the beads: "Old Heavenly Master, can we start?"

"Yes, then from"

But before the old celestial master finished speaking, the disheveled Wudang Taoist named Wang Chufan jumped down from the viewing platform.

It was too late for Master Wudang Mountain King to stop him, so he had no choice but to say: "I'll let everyone see a joke."

The old heavenly master also smiled: "He is still so resolute."

Ci'en is like the ancient well without waves, with an expressionless face.

Wang Chufan stood in the center of the venue, with a gloomy expression, as if he was very upset, and said dullly:

"Wudang King Chu Fan, the harmony between man and nature is complete. I am in a hurry to go back to practice swords now, so I don't have to follow the previous rules. Everything is simple. I will leave a sword here for a while, and I can stand on the sword for a quarter of an hour. I lose."

After finishing speaking, he pulled out the long sword at his waist, and before everyone could see how he made the move, the sword retracted into its scabbard.

Then he tapped his toes, jumped into the air, and closed his eyes to sit up.

Before most people could react, a crack of tens of feet appeared in the middle of the venue, and there was some kind of power in it, which was constantly shredding the surrounding space.

At first glance, it seems that the space is distorted.

Seeing this scene, no matter whether it was a newly entered quack warlock or a group of Tongtian mages on the viewing platform, they all showed shock.

What's interesting is that the shock of the quack warlocks was more of curiosity and amazement, but most of the masters of Tongtian were terrified.

Because the more you know, the more you will know the horror of the sword intent left behind.

"This is."

The Quanzhen Sect is also good at using swords, so the person who touched him the most was Qin Zhenren, who changed his usual calmness and looked at Wang Zhenren as if he had seen a ghost: "Using the sword to master the gods?"

Wang Zhenren nodded with a smile: "He has long been promoted to Guiyuan Wuji, but he has stayed in this realm for more than ten years when the unity of heaven and man is the time when he can most understand the laws of heaven and earth, and it is also the most difficult to finalize. , in order to polish the most perfect mind sword."

When everyone in the Buddhist sect heard this, their expressions were not very good-looking.

Most of them have heard the name of Wang Chufan Wudang Sword Immortal, and they all know that he will definitely make a move this time, and they have considered a lot of ways to deal with it.

But the Wang Chufan in their impression is still the one ten years ago who went to various places to find sword masters to learn how to use swordsmanship. Wang Chufan.

Who knew that after more than ten years, people have reached the point where they can use swords to surpass gods.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, it can be divided into four levels: sword intent, sword energy interdependence, human-sword integration, and sword to pass through the gods.

Most of the so-called masters of swordsmanship are nothing more than the state of sword and spirit. A few people can be crowned as sword immortals when they unite their swords. Wukuangjian Immortal King Chu Fan, and so on.

But now, when it comes to swordsmanship alone, not to mention cultivation, all sword-wielding people in the world have to bow their heads in front of Wang Chufan.

For those who are masters of swordsmanship, it doesn't matter whether they are Taoists, Buddhists, or Confucianists or martial artists. Not to mention the same level, even if the level of cultivation is superior, as long as they are not crushed, whoever goes down with one sword It may have to be planted.

A casual sword is enough to establish his reputation as a sword god.

"Is it very powerful to use a sword to penetrate the gods?" Lou Leshan quietly asked Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing put away his yearning eyes calmly, and glanced at Lou Leshan: "He can cut me to death with a single sword."

Several people took a breath and dared not say any more.

On the other side of the Buddhist gate, they all showed bitter expressions at this time.

In the face of absolute strength, all calculations are in vain.

A topless monk in Weidu stood up bravely and said to Ci'en, "Abbot, let me try."

Ci'en sighed: "Let's accept this scene."

The monk shook his head resolutely: "Didn't he say that as long as he can persist for a quarter of an hour, he will lose?"

"This" Ci'en showed embarrassment.

To be honest, Wang Chufan's arrogant rhetoric is already very contemptuous of others, but he has to admit that he does have this strength.

But in this situation, even if he really made it through, can Fomen really be ashamed and say that he has won?

Looking at the old heavenly master, Ci'en gritted his teeth and nodded: "Then you go and try."

The old master was a little surprised: "This is not like you."

"It's a matter of great importance, and we can't give up even a single chance." Ci'en sighed.

The old celestial master laughed at himself: "Actually, it doesn't matter to me whether the Taoist school or the Buddhist school is the master. It's nothing more than a false name."

Ci'en hesitated for a while: "What does that mean?"

"You'll find out later."

Ci'en shook her head, she only thought that the old celestial master had a certain chance of winning, and she deliberately said it to provoke her, so she didn't take it seriously.

If it's just for a quarter of an hour, Ci'en murmured silently in her heart.

The monk jumped off the viewing platform, roared, and his skin glowed with golden light. A phantom of an angry Buddha appeared behind him, and a lotus platform appeared under his feet, protecting him tightly in it.

The Buddha's rhyme was diffused, and some Taoist cultivators with lower cultivation bases were suddenly fascinated, as if they were about to be transformed and awakened by the elders beside them, so they looked at the monk vigilantly with fear on their faces.

"The seven-layer Dzogchen golden bell cover plus the Vajra Wrathful Lotus Dacheng." The old master nodded slowly: "If Chu Fan is still just a combination of human and sword, I'm afraid it won't be able to break through his defense."

Ci'en didn't respond, and stared at everything in the venue.

The monk stepped on the lotus platform and stepped over the crack carefully.

In an instant, his face was full of pain and flushed.

Only when he really faced the sword intent, did he know the danger in it.

If you are not careful, not only the technique will be broken, but your life may also be lost.

But even so, he still persisted, raised his head unyieldingly, and stared at Wang Chufan: "A quarter of an hour!"

But Wang Chufan didn't open his eyes, he just said indifferently: "You may die."

"Then you have to hold on!" The monk's face was full of veins, his skin was like red-hot iron, but he was still struggling to hold on.

One second. Two seconds
1 minute 2 minutes.
The monk only felt that the sword intent was very evil, and his technique was obviously not broken, but the sword intent could continuously obliterate everything in the body along with the flow of spiritual power.

Before he knew it, his consciousness was in a trance, and his mouth was full of the fishy-sweet taste of metal.

If this went on like this, within a moment, his vitality would probably be completely crushed.

Finally, Ci'en couldn't stand it anymore, and with a wave of her sleeve, she brought the dying monk back.

The monk struggled to open his eyes, exhausted all his strength, and asked vaguely: "Abbot, is that enough?"

Ci En's face was full of grief, she pursed her lips and nodded: "Enough, enough, you won."

Everyone in the Buddhist sect stood up one after another, and respectfully bowed to the Buddhist hero.

Even the people of the Taoist sect couldn't help being moved.

The Taoist priests who were cheering for victory gradually quieted down, and the eyes of the entire venue were all focused on the viewing platform.

After all, all monks will always respect the strong. In their view, even if the opponent is a monk, this spirit is also worthy of praise.

For a moment, the venue was filled with solemn emotions.

But at this moment, a dusty young man squeezed out from the crowd. He approached the dying monk and corrected him seriously:

"Your abbot lied to you. You only lasted for three minutes. You have to last for another twelve minutes to make up for a quarter of an hour. I checked the time. You don't even have a fraction of it."

For a moment, all the Buddhists on the viewing platform focused their eyes on the young man, either angry or hated, in short they were not very friendly.

Everyone in the Taoist sect raised their heads, held their foreheads, or looked away, all in all a little speechless.

Jiang Ping shrank behind the old master, pointed to the monk who started to twitch after learning the truth, and reminded: "Don't look at me, I think he can still be rescued."

Ci'en reached out her hand to stop some of the more radical monks who were going to come forward to argue, with a look of distress in her eyes: "Take him down and heal him, he will still be saved."

The old master also felt a little embarrassed. In order to give Buddhism a step down, and at the same time to protect Jiang Xi, he pretended to be angry and reprimanded Jiang Xi: "Disciple, why are you so ignorant of etiquette?"

Jiang Shou defended with a full face of grievances: "Master, how can you say that about me? I clearly saw that the abbot of Shaolin was lying. I thought that the monks would not tell lies, and I was afraid that he would be hated by the Buddha, so I corrected him out of good intentions."

"You." The old master was at a loss for words for a while, and looked at Ci'en apologetically: "Old friend, you see, it's my fault for not being able to discipline me well."

Ci'en shook her head, and actually saluted Jiang Chou: "The little Taoist priest said it politely, it is indeed the old monk's fault, the old monk thanked the little Taoist priest."

"This"

Everyone in the Buddhist sect is a little aggrieved, but when it comes to this, they can't find fault, so they can only suffer from being dumb.

Jiang Compassionately waved his hands in a hypocritical way: "Oh, the old abbot really broke me."

But what he thought in his heart was: Sure enough, a monk is a monk, and he still has to thank us!

The gatekeepers far behind the viewing stand were dumbfounded, and for a moment they didn't know whether to admire the old abbot's ability to bend and stretch, or to be amazed at Jiang Lan's retreat.

Only Lu Yun was thoughtful, he seemed to have seen such a scene before
At this moment, Wang Chufan in the center of the venue asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to try?"

Seeing no response from the Buddhist sect, Wang Chufan nodded expressionlessly: "In this case, I will leave first. When you compete, don't come within three feet of the crack, and don't come to Wudang Mountain to bother me if you die."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the reaction of other people, he drew his long sword and disappeared into the air.

Looking at his back, everyone didn't know how to react, just like when he came, he didn't give anyone any chance to contact or even talk.

Just as everyone in the viewing platform had different expressions, it was Jiang Xi who broke the silence again.

"How can I find it after I'm dead, Tuomeng?"

Facing the old master's warning gaze, Jiang Lan shrugged and sat down with Zhang Zezhi who was a few rows behind.

"Your mouth." Zhang Zezhi thought helplessly.

Zhang Zexing in front of him turned his head: "Where did you go yesterday?"

Jiang Xi glanced at him, a little disgusted, he was usually annoyed by this kind of prudish person, especially when Xuan Qing said that this guy seemed hostile to him in the Tianshi Hall, he was even more annoyed.

So Jiang Xi innocently blinked Kazilan's big eyes, and replied seriously: "piaochang."

"Uh..." Zhang Zexing didn't say much, and turned around.

Zhang Zezhi also looked embarrassed, and didn't even have the nerve to ask if it was true or not.

Seeing that several representatives of the Taoist sect who could be named looked over in surprise, Jiang Xie smiled casually: "They are all men."

As soon as this sentence is said, those sect representatives with few taboos are fine, but those sect representatives who are taboo about sex and marriage are more uncomfortable than eating shit, and they all turn their heads to one side, not wanting to take another look at Jiang Xie.

Forcing the boy to scold who is not a man?
At the end of the competition of the realm of harmony between man and nature, Wang Chufan alone suppressed the entire Buddhist sect, giving the entire Taoist sect a shot in the arm.

However, this is considered to be the first city, and there are still two levels of competition that are not over.

The old heavenly master smiled and said: "I was interrupted by Chu Fan just now, my friend, do you want to do the sixth-rank competition first, or the third-rank?"

Ci'en may have been upset by the miserable situation of the monk just now, so she replied flatly: "If there is no such unexpected character as Wang Jianshen in the third rank of the Taoist sect, I don't think there is any need to waste time. You and I both know, Rank six is ​​the key."

"Hehe." The old celestial master didn't refute. People of the same level naturally don't need to do something false.

So he nodded: "Then let's decide the victory directly, don't waste time."

"Jiang Chou!" The voice of the old heavenly master suddenly increased, startling Jiang Chou who was thinking about where to hide the compressed elixir, and he raised his head: "Ah?"

The old celestial master's face darkened: "The sixth-rank competition is about to start, let's go down and prepare."

"Oh." Jiang Chou got up, imitating Wang Chufan's previous style, and proudly said to the representatives of Buddhism: "Jiang Clan of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, a sixth-rank warlock, I am in a hurry now, so I will not follow the rules. Keep everything simple." , Whoever can receive me a hundred punches, I will consider him powerful."

The people on the Buddhist side are all stupid.

Is this being ridiculed?

Forget about Wang Chufan, why do you?Just because you were not beaten to death by us?
So what the heck is he good?Can this be considered a bet?
To get a hundred punches from you for nothing?Who do you think is a fool?
Rao is that everyone is usually a powerful figure, and their self-cultivation is considered very good, so at this time, they can't help but feel a little sullen.

Even Ci'en looked back at Jiang Chou twice more.

The old celestial master was also extremely depressed at the moment, and he wanted to slap Jiang Xie, but it was Qin Zhenren who relieved the old celestial master, and said to Jiang Xie:
"The cruel words are not released now, we will talk about them later."

Jiang Shou remained silent, put his hands in his pockets, and went downstairs at a pace that his relatives did not recognize.

Then all the bosses heard Jiang Lan's arrogant voice from the preparation room under the auditorium: "Whoever can receive a hundred punches from me, I will count him as powerful."

"Brother, the people from the Buddhist sect on our side are over there."

"Heh, I said you have hair anyway."

For a moment, everyone's expressions were very exciting.

Most people from the Taoist sect could tell that Jiang Pai was mocking the Buddhist sect, and many people coughed to cover up their sniggering.

The Buddhist side became more and more aggrieved and angry.

"You close disciple has an interesting temper." Ci'en said with a smile.

The old celestial master forced a smile and nodded: "You have a stubborn nature, I'm laughing at you."

After all, the old heavenly master got up and read out the rules that he hadn't had time to read out just now.

Those in the preparation room could hear it too.

After listening to Jiang Xi, he was a little dazed: "Every sixth rank can fight, until no one can fight on one side? Is it so bloody?"

A young Taoist priest who had never seen one beside him was full of sadness: "If this is the rule, even if we can beat the opponent, I am afraid that we will continue to fight with wheels. At that time, the spiritual power will not be enough to support us to continue fighting, so what should we do?"

"It doesn't matter! Just try your best, and strive for everyone to defeat an opponent, and leave the rest to me!"

Jiang Lan looked at the person who spoke, wondering who was so pretentious.

Just looking at it like this, he was convinced.

Whoa, John!

The main focus of black people is a person with good physical strength!

Participants from other sects didn't know John, and they all held a skeptical and wait-and-see attitude towards him, while the participants from Tianshi's Mansion were all encouraged by these words, and seemed to be extremely assured of his strength.

"Then please, Brother John!"

"We'll do our best to clear the way for you first."

This is cohesion.

Jiang Lan nodded secretly, looked left and right, found a hoe from the corner, and handed it to John.

John was talking to his brothers and sisters when he was poked by Jiang Chou. Then he turned around, took the hoe blankly, and asked, "What does this mean?"

Jiang Lan's eyes are also full of earnest expectation:

"This will trigger the fetters of farm tools, and ensure that your combat power soars. Come on, I am optimistic about you!"

　This chapter is not easy to divide into chapters, so I simply sent it in two in one. Thank you boss for giving me a reward regardless of whether I don’t care about it. The boss is generous and the boss is in good health!love you~
　　
　
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