Gou's Liver Experience in the World of Demons and Demons

Jiang Yichen watched this scene, and a burning look flashed in his eyes: If only I had such divine power!

"This is just a small episode, the social gathering will continue!" Jiang Yichen's voice was as clear and melodious as the spring breeze blowing across the lake. He stood in the center of the crowd in a white robe as white as snow, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sacred light.

As his words fell, huge "qi" characters condensed in the air, shocking everyone present. Discussions arose one after another, and everyone was impressed by Jiang Yichen's general style.

"I have to say, Master Jiang really has the demeanor of a great general!"

"Humph, so what if you are a great general? I think it is possible for Master Jiang to unify the world in the future!"

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At the top of Lingxiao, the wind and clouds are surging. Under everyone's attention, the secret realm competition is about to begin.

The first to appear were two top masters—Saint Yaoguang and Shadow Mist.

Saint Yaoguang, a world-famous beauty master. She was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with long flowing hair and clear eyes like water. Her beauty was cold and noble, like a blooming snow lotus, which made people feel awe.

Shadow Mist is a mysterious master. He is dressed in black, his face is hidden in the darkness, only a pair of sharp eyes are exposed. He holds a shadow mist gun, and his figure is erratic, like a ghost in the dark night.

With the referee's order, the competition officially began.

Shadow Mist turned into a dark shadow, moving through the field, while releasing dense mist, trying to confuse Saint Yaoguang's sight. His gun skills were as unpredictable as the wind and clouds.

However, Saint Yaoguang was not afraid. She stood there quietly, with the jade bottle in her hand gleaming with a faint light. Her eyes seemed to be filled with stars and the sea, deep and mysterious.

"Your fog is useless to me." Saint Yaoguang said lightly.

Before she finished speaking, she activated the Yaochi Holy Land Technique, and saw lotus flowers blooming and cranes flying in the field. The beautiful scenery in the fairyland seemed to be brought into reality by her, making people dazzled.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shadow Mist quickly swung the Shadow Mist Gun in her hand to fight back. But every attack was cleverly avoided by Saint Yaoguang. Her body movements were light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly.

At the same time, Saint Yaoguang used the Yaochi Saint Realm skills to transform the fairyland vision into a sharp sword energy, attacking the shadow mist. The sword energy was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

Although Shadow Mist had a good cultivation base, he gradually fell into a passive position under the attack of Saint Yaoguang. He shuttled through the mist, trying to find a breakthrough, but Saint Yaoguang saw through him every time.

Time passed by, and Shadow Mist was already showing signs of defeat. In a fierce duel, Saint Yaoguang seized the opportunity and hit Shadow Mist in the chest with a palm, pushing him back several steps.

"I lost..." Shadow Mist steadied himself, took a deep breath, and admitted defeat helplessly. His eyes were full of reluctance, but he also knew the gap in strength between him and Saint Yaoguang.

Saint Yaoguang smiled slightly and put away her skills: "Thank you." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

This duel amazed everyone present. The strength of Saint Yaoguang was indeed extremely strong, and Shadow Mist was no ordinary person either. The duel between the two was wonderful and memorable.

The next duel was even more eye-catching. Everyone turned their eyes to the center of the arena, where a wonderful duel was about to take place - Wei Daoyuan from the Mie Dao Hall versus Monk Xu Ruoyun from Wuliang Mountain.

Wei Daoyuan, dressed in black, with his inky hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see through everything. The black mist sword in his hand emitted a faint light, as if swallowing up the surrounding light.

Monk Xu Ruoyun was wearing a simple monk's robe, with a kind face, but his eyes revealed determination and sharpness. He put his hands together, exuding a peaceful and powerful aura.

"Donor Wei, I have long heard of your great name." Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly and bowed to Wei Daoyuan.

Wei Daoyuan responded coldly: "Xu Ruoyun, you don't have to be polite. Today, let's compete on the top of Lingxiao Mountain."

"Amitabha, this is exactly what I meant." After saying this, Monk Xu Ruoyun slowly put down his hands, his eyes becoming sharp.

With the referee's order, the competition officially began.

Wei Daoyuan flashed and turned into a black shadow, rushing towards Xu Ruoyun. The black mist sword in his hand drew a strange arc and went straight for Xu Ruoyun's throat.

Monk Xu Ruoyun remained calm, and with a slight flicker of his body, he easily dodged Wei Daoyuan's attack. He stretched out his right hand, put his five fingers together, and suddenly a dazzling light burst out from his fingertips.

"Xuling Divine Sword!" Xu Ruoyun shouted softly, and five lightsabers shot out from his fingertips and headed straight for Wei Daoyuan.

Wei Daoyuan sneered, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he cleverly avoided the attack of the lightsaber. He swung his sword back and slashed at Monk Xu Ruoyun.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the arena. Wei Daoyuan's swordsmanship was strange and varied, and each sword seemed to contain endless darkness and fog. However, Monk Xu Ruoyun's virtual sword was upright, and each attack seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions.

Time passed by little by little, and the two had fought for dozens of rounds. Wei Daoyuan became more and more courageous, and his swordsmanship became more and more fierce, as if he wanted to swallow the entire arena in darkness. However, Monk Xu Ruoyun remained calm and composed, and each of his attacks just resolved Wei Daoyuan's offensive.

"It seems that it will be difficult to determine the winner today." Wei Daoyuan suddenly stopped and looked coldly at Monk Xu Ruoyun.

Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly and said, "Donor Wei, you are wrong. The way to compete is to stop when the time is right. We have been fighting for so long today, it is time to end this duel."

After saying this, he put his hands together, and suddenly a dazzling light burst out from his body. Five fingers pointed at Wei Daoyuan at the same time, and the five lightsabers instantly merged into one, forming a huge lightsaber that slashed towards Wei Daoyuan.

Wei Daoyuan saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly waved the black light mist sword in his hand to resist. However, the power of this lightsaber was beyond imagination, and it actually directly shook his sword away.

"Ah!" Wei Daoyuan screamed and fell to the ground. A deep wound was cut on his chest by the lightsaber, and blood was dripping.

"Thank you." Monk Xu Ruoyun put away his skills, walked to Wei Daoyuan, stretched out his hand and helped him up.

Wei Daoyuan gnashed his teeth and looked at Monk Xu Ruoyun: "I will remember today's defeat in my heart. I will definitely take revenge one day!"

"Amitabha, I will be at your service at any time." Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly, turned around and left the arena.

This duel amazed everyone present. Monk Xu Ruoyun was indeed extremely powerful, and Wei Daoyuan was no ordinary person either. The duel between the two was wonderful and memorable. However, at this moment, Jiang Yichen suddenly stood up: "Wait! This competition is not over yet!"

Everyone looked at him with puzzled expressions on their faces. Jiang Yichen took a deep breath and walked to the center of the arena: "Master Xu Ruoyun, I want to ask you a few moves."

Monk Xu Ruoyun looked at Jiang Yichen, with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes: "Okay, since Mr. Jiang is so interested, I will accompany you."

After saying that, he stood on the fighting field again, facing Jiang Yichen. The two people's eyes collided in the air, as if sparking invisible sparks.

Jiang Yichen knew that he was no match for Monk Xu Ruoyun, but he still wanted to give it a try. He urged his internal strength and attacked Monk Xu Ruoyun with one palm. Although his palm technique was simple, it contained endless power.

Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly, stretched out his right index finger and flicked it lightly, dissolving Jiang Yichen's palm power into nothingness. His movements were light and graceful, as if a highly skilled martial artist was instructing a younger generation.

Jiang Yichen was shocked. He knew that the gap between him and Monk Xu Ruoyun was too big. But he did not give up. Instead, he attacked more firmly.

In the following time, Jiang Yichen and Monk Xu Ruoyun had a fierce duel. Although Jiang Yichen was repeatedly frustrated, he always persisted in attacking. His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if he wanted to integrate his faith and determination into every move and every style.

Monk Xu Ruoyun always maintained a calm and composed attitude to deal with Jiang Yichen's attacks. Every time he made a move, he just defuse the opponent's attack, which made people admire his profound martial arts attainments.

As time went by, Jiang Yichen gradually felt tired. Most of his internal energy had been consumed, but Monk Xu Ruoyun still stood there calmly.

He knew that he had already lost the duel, so he did not continue the fight to save face.

Jiang Yichen stopped attacking and bowed to Monk Xu Ruoyun: "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Monk Xu Ruoyun smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Donor Jiang.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jiang Yichen was no match for Xu Ruoyun, but Jiang Yichen was the home team and he blocked the secret realm martial arts arena, so other people couldn't see the two's fight at all.

At the top of Lingxiao, the secret realm competition reached a new climax. The next duel was even more eye-catching - Ji Xuri from the Ji family versus Prince Jinhuang from the Golden Kingdom.

Ji Xuri, a famous young genius, has reached the fourth level of the Undersea Realm. Whenever he performs his skills, a strange phenomenon of the sun rising in the sea will appear. The scene is magnificent, as if the entire secret realm is illuminated by golden light.

Prince Jinhuang is a great hero of the Golden Kingdom. Although his cultivation is only at the second level of the Undersea Realm, his Thirteen Golden Fists are very powerful. This set of boxing can not only produce golden fists and fist shadows, but can even distort space, making it difficult to defend against. Moreover, his golden robe is like a protective shield, which is said to be able to resist most attacks from the Undersea Realm.

In the arena, the two men confronted each other and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

“Ji Xuri, although you are famous, today, I, Jin Huang, will let you see what the power of gold is!” Prince Jin Huang said in a cold voice, clenching his golden fists as if ready to attack at any time.

Ji Xuri smiled calmly, "Prince Jin Huang, I have heard of your name a long time ago, but I am afraid that this competition field today is not your stage."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Xuri moved, like the rising sun, shining brightly. His palm technique contained endless power, as if to cover the entire arena with his light.

Prince Jin Huang was not to be outdone, and he launched thirteen consecutive golden punches, with the golden fists and fist shadows interweaving in the air to form a magnificent picture. However, every time his fist was about to touch Ji Xuri, it was always gently dissolved by the sun-like light.

Time passed slowly in the tense confrontation, the spectators watched intently and the discussions continued.

"This Ji Xuri is truly amazing. His skills and visions are so shocking!"

"Yes, the vision of the birth of tomorrow at sea is simply unbearable to look at!"

Gu Sheng also stood in the crowd, looking at the arena with a sharp gaze: "Ji Xuri is indeed worthy of his reputation, but his opponent is not simple either. This duel will be worth watching."

At this time, Saint Yaoguang came over. When she heard Gu Sheng's comments, she couldn't help but snorted: "Gu Sheng, you are quite accurate. However, if you were to go on stage, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to take even a punch from Prince Jinhuang, right?"

Gu Sheng smiled indifferently: "Saint, you are joking. I am naturally no match for them. But watching the battle is also a kind of fun, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Saint Yaoguang did not say anything more, but a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

In the arena, the duel between Ji Xuri and Prince Jinhuang has entered a white-hot stage. Ji Xuri's power vision is getting stronger and stronger, as if the entire Lingxiao Peak is shrouded by his light. And Prince Jinhuang is not to be outdone, his thirteen golden punches are incredibly powerful, and each punch can cause a distortion in space.

As time went by, Prince Jinhuang gradually showed signs of fatigue. Although his Thirteen Golden Fists were extremely powerful, they also consumed a lot of energy. In contrast, Ji Xuri's light seemed endless, as if it was going to illuminate the entire arena.

"Boom~"

After a fierce collision, Prince Jinhuang's figure suddenly paused, revealing a flaw. Ji Xuri seized the opportunity and hit Prince Jinhuang's chest with a palm.

"Puff!" Prince Jinhuang spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Prince Jinhuang was defeated!" the onlookers exclaimed.

Ji Xuri put away his skills, walked to Prince Jinhuang, stretched out his hand and helped him up: "Prince, I'm grateful for your kindness."

Prince Jin Huang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Ji Xuri, I lost. Your skills are indeed powerful, I admit defeat."

After saying that, he turned and left the arena, leaving behind the shocked crowd and Ji Xuri, who was smiling. The result of this duel was beyond everyone's expectations, but it also gave people a deeper understanding of Ji Xuri's strength.

Gu Sheng looked at Ji Xuri in the arena, and his heart was full of respect: "Ji Xuri is indeed an amazing figure. His martial arts visions and cultivation are amazing."

Upon hearing this, Saint Yaoguang couldn't help but glance at Gu Sheng: "Why? Do you also want to be like him?"

Gu Sheng shook his head: "Everyone has his own way to go, I just want to go my own way." After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind the thoughtful Yaoguang Saint and the still lively arena. (End of this chapter)