Conferred God: High Priest of Yin and Shang Dynasties

Chapter 102: There is no one in front of me, and my boxing skills lead to the gods (two-in-one)
The first day of May.

In the sky above Chaoge City, a martial arts arena made entirely of magic appeared, with golden light and soft fairy aura.

This is the magic weapon Duobao took out. It contains a small world and the layout can be changed according to his ideas.

For this martial arts competition in the world, Jie Jiao can be said to be a strong support.

In addition to the competition venue, many rare objects that can help mortals improve their blood were also presented as prizes.

Baiyao accepted it calmly, because what he gave Jie Jiao was not only a divine position, but also a gold medal for the true spirit to avoid death in the great tribulation.

At this moment, he, Di Xin, Jie Jiao, a group of quasi-sages, and the princes of Dashang who had not participated in the competition were sitting on a high platform, overlooking the crowded martial arts arena.

Di Xin sat next to Baiyao, looking regretful.

After much thought, he decided not to participate in the competition. How would a dignified business king end up in a brawl?

This is not a battlefield.

Baiyao smiled and said nothing.

There is no need for Di Xin to end up personally. He is born with supernatural powers, but he has not been truly trained in skills. He is a king, and handling political affairs is his compulsory course.

Duobao wore a large red robe and smiled at Baiyao:

"What have Da Zhu been busy with recently? I haven't seen you for a long time."

Baiyao smiled back:

"Maybe I haven't seen you for a long time, Taoist Master Duobao."

Even now, Duobao's clones are the ones in charge of Chaoge.

Although Baiyao was curious about Duobao's secret plan, he was just curious.

He has been busy exploring the mysteries of the human universe recently, and only occasionally goes back to the Star Reaching Tower.

Only he, Daji, and Kong Xuan knew about creating a practice system.

From the fact that Heavenly Dao prohibits the use of any practitioner's methods, it can be seen that the creation of a humanistic cultivation system does not bring any benefit to Heavenly Dao.

It may even harm the way of heaven.

Therefore, Baiyao is prepared to be created and perfected before being promoted.

At this time, drums sounded below.

At noon, the competition begins.

Following the scheduled procedure, Baiyao stood up and walked to the edge of the high platform so that everyone could see him.

Almost the entire Chaoge people came and sat in the audience with pious expressions on their faces.

In the extremely spacious venue, there are hundreds of thousands of warriors from all over Kyushu.

This martial arts arena is simply a small world, otherwise Chaoge would not have time to build a competition venue that can accommodate so many people.

The contestants' food and accommodation are provided in the martial arts arena.

The figure of Baiyao was thrown into the sky.

The next moment, the sea of ​​people was boiling. They all knelt down and saluted. Their voices came together and shook the heaven and earth like a river:
"Greetings, Da Zhu——"

Baiyao smiled, raised his hand and said:

"Flat body."

Everyone stood up together, holding their breath and looking up at the figure in white.

After sealing the practitioners at the door, Zhao Gongming and Kong Xuan returned to the high platform.

In fact, according to their identities and their relationship with Baiyao, this kind of work is not their turn.

But Kong Xuan was an insider, and it was very important to collect human body information, so he went there in person to ensure that the practitioner's body, cultivation, and spiritual consciousness... were all sealed to the mortal level.

He felt that if his mother was born, she would definitely be out of the realm of heaven, and she might need to practice again. Although she may not be able to adapt to the human cultivation system, he can try to change it when the time comes.

And Zhao Gongming...

Wearing bronze flowing flame heavy armor and holding a heavy hammer, he stood at the door like a military parade, losing himself in the "See the Arctic Black Gold True Dharma Emperor" one after another.

At this moment, he returned to his position, raised his head, showed a smile with the corners of his mouth downward, and brought his coquettishness and showoff to the extreme.

To be fair, his outfit is indeed the most powerful and domineering among all the righteous gods.

"Brother, don't laugh so disgustingly."

Yun Xiao glanced at Zhao Gongming and reminded him expressionlessly.

Zhao Gongming turned a deaf ear and was extremely satisfied with his position.

Among all the righteous gods, none have the most popular incense and the most devout believers than him and Kong Xuan, who is in charge of sacrifices.

Yunxiao sighed as if he was looking at a fool.

Suddenly, her eyes moved to Baiyao.

Baiyao clasped his hands together, then slowly separated them, and an illusory chessboard appeared in front of him.

The atmosphere of humanity is strong, and there are rules on the chessboard.

However, due to the cover-up of human nature, the immortals only thought it was another human treasure similar to the Imperial God List, and did not even notice the origin of the Great Luo.

Baiyao lowered his eyes, flicked his fingers, and thousands of white lights recording human body information flew to all the warriors.

Then, his calm voice echoed in the martial arts arena:

"This light comes from heaven and is the gaze of our ancestors. I hope you will go all out and let our ancestors witness that the descendants of the Great Shang in the future are not weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light on the martial arts arena flickered, and arenas appeared one after another.

The arena has a magic circle that can hold the contestant's last breath, and practitioners will treat him after the end.

There is only one rule, no foreign objects are allowed.

There is a curtain of light in the sky, and hundreds of thousands of names are rolling on it.

The participating warriors were also teleported to their respective arenas.

In Baiyao's mind, synchronized information about hundreds of thousands of warriors' bodies appeared on the human chessboard.

This is an unprecedented event, and warriors from all over the world gather together for Chaoge.

However, the vast majority of people who are self-aware are here to be spectators.

And when you sign up, you either want to be rich, or you want to be honored, or you want them all.

"Boom-"

A loud bell rang, and the first round of elimination began.

"Teacher! Grand Master!"

The civil servants in the court shouted in unison to a certain arena.

On the other side, Su Hu, who was sitting in the first row, led the whole family to cheer for Su Quanzhong and shout:

"Son! We must win first place!"

"You are the hope of the whole clan!"

A Huang family general from Jiepaiguan also shouted to Huang Feihu with a blushing face:
"My lord! My lord said it! If you can't win first place, then you won't admit it!"

Huang Gun guards Jiepai Pass, which is an important pass leading to Xiqi. Naturally, he cannot come to Chaoge to watch the competition.

Amidst the cheers that filled the sky, Baiyao returned to his position and closed his eyes to observe the information on the chessboard.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him.

"Best wishes!"

As soon as he opened his eyes, a cute pink child flew towards the high platform.

He has a gold bracelet on his right hand, a red caltrop around his plump belly, and a soaring hairpin. He is none other than Nezha.

Baiyao's eyes lit up and he smiled:

"Nezha, come quickly."

When the Jie Jiao disciples saw that the two knew each other, they did not stop them.

Duobao, who had worshiped the leader of the Tongtian Sect before the separation of the Sanqing family, took another curious look at Nezha.

This breath... is a bit familiar.

Duobao always felt that he had felt the same breath somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for the time being.

"Congratulations! Why have you grown so big!"

Nezha did not shy away from Baiyao's identity. While getting into his arms, he said that he would be beheaded.

He held Baiyao's arm very affectionately and said excitedly:
"I miss you so much!"

Baiyao picked up Nezha, looked him up and down, and said with a smile:
"Nezha has grown up a lot."

Daji on the side was not surprised by this, but was a little afraid of Nezha.

After all, Nezha had slapped her, and Nezha said he wanted to eat her.

Daji looked at the harmonious scene in front of her, and combined with her experience when she first entered the ancestral temple, she came to a conclusion:
Da Zhu’s tenderness is all in Nezha. "Come alone?"

Baiyao asked with a smile.

Nezha replied cheerfully:

"My mother brought me here."

"Li Jing didn't come?" Baiyao turned sideways and asked Nezha to sit in the same seat as him.

Nezha Tong's words were unbridled, or he was venting his anger, telling everything in front of everyone:

"My father went to the East China Sea to sleep with the girl every day. His urine was always blue. When he came back, he quarreled with my mother. He wouldn't let me come, so my mother brought me here, saying she wanted to go back to my parents' home to visit relatives."

As soon as these words came out, everyone around him smiled.

Even Di Xin couldn't hold back anymore and said with a smile:

"Li Jing came to Chaoge last year. I saw that he was quite serious, but I didn't expect him to be so good at playing."

Baiyao, who had already known it, asked Di Xin:
"Your Majesty, which lineage is Yin Suzhi from?"

Di Xin said thoughtfully:

"She should be married off from the Eastern branch of the Dogfish line."

Hearing this, Baiyao smiled at him and said:
"I quite like this kid."

Di Xin looked at Nezha and said understandingly:
"I think the dog and fish line should also move back to Chaoge."

Since Wu Sizi let go of the sacrifices, the Inuyu family has been ostracized and has moved away from Chaoge. However, with the efforts of Emperor Xin, they have maintained their royal status.

Baiyao shook his head and said:
"Not urgent."

He has to wait for Nezha to turn Chentangguan upside down and appear when Nezha is most vulnerable, so that he can truly regain Nezha.

As for the dog fish, it will be a matter of convenience when the time comes.

Di Xin didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he waved to Nezha and said:
"Little Nezha, come here and I will give you whatever you want."

Baiyao patted Nezha, and Nezha ran over, saluted in a decent manner:

"Join the King, Nezha will be satisfied with a Bohou."

This sentence made Di Xin laugh and ask:
"This is enough?"

Nezha nodded and said:

"Enough is enough! Then I can give an order not to allow parents to quarrel!"

After hearing this, Di Xin gradually put away his smile and said seriously:

"If you want a knighthood, wait until you grow up and work hard to get it."

He took out a gold medal from his arms and continued:

"But you can take this token with you when you go home. When parents quarrel, just take out the gold medal and order them not to quarrel."

Nezha took the gold medal, looked at the black bird pattern on it, and said doubtfully:
"Does this work?"

Di Xin smiled and said:

"It will definitely work, unless your father is crazy."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" After Nezha tied the gold medal around his waist, he lifted up his pants and bowed to Baiyao and Di Xin:
"Bless you, Your Majesty. I'll come and play with you later. My mother will be anxious if she can't find me."

Baiyao and Dixin nodded in agreement.

After Nezha left, Baiyao continued to close his eyes and use the human chessboard to sort out the information about Wu Fu's punches.

On the martial arts field, the battle continued.

In the first game, Huang Feihu fought Yu Hua, the general of Sishui Pass.

Yu Hua is the disciple of Jin Ling, a disciple of Yiqi Immortal Yu Yuan, and is known as General Seven Heads.

According to the original timeline, Huang Feihu was forced to rebel and fled to Xiqi, only to be captured by Yu Hua using the Soul-Slaying Banner.

On the ring, Yu Hua's face looked like it was painted with gold, his beard and hair were all red, and he stared at Huang Feihu with a pair of strange golden eyes, breathing heavily as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He came to compete on behalf of Bishui Pass, but he didn't expect to meet King Wu Cheng in the first game.

Yu Hua's body sank, with red marks all over his body. He raised his arms and said with a smile:
"The prince's strength is far beyond that of ordinary people."

Huang Feihu's face was not red and he was out of breath. He was also naked and asked with a smile:

"Boy, I see you have some skills in the military. Where do you serve?"

Yu Hua had beads of sweat on his forehead and said:
"As for the prince, he will eventually serve under Han Rong, the guard general of Sishui Pass."

"Han Rong..." Huang Feihu smiled and walked straight to Yu Hua, "I remember him."

Seeing Huang Feihu's movements, Yu Hua tensed up.

If he has cultivation skills, he will naturally not be afraid.

But now that he is a mortal, he is no match for Huang Feihu.

Both in terms of body shape and hand-to-hand combat experience, the two were worlds apart.

Huang Feihu made more than [-] great achievements, and he was killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Yu Hua thought he was unlucky, took a deep breath, and rushed towards Huang Feihu.

Huang Feihu didn't even look serious. He stood there and waited for Yu Hua to rush in front of him. His fist was about to leave an afterimage, and he punched Yu Hua in the face.

Yu Hua didn't even see Huang Feihu's punching action clearly. He fainted, rolled his eyes, and fell straight to the ground.

With a mortal body, how could he withstand the strength to wrestle with a five-colored sacred cow?
On the high platform, Jin Ling sighed slightly and immediately turned his attention to Wen Zhong.

The one fighting against Wen Zhong was Lu Xiong.

The two old men in court were fighting each other on the ring.

One is a veteran of three dynasties, and the other is a veteran in the army. In order to be remembered in history, he completely put aside his past feelings.

"Master! I'm sorry!"

Lu Xiong slammed his head into Wen Zhong's nose.

Wen Zhong was in great pain and kicked Lu Xiong in the stomach. He covered his nose and felt dizzy.

Lu Xiong retreated a few meters. Although he was old, he had grown up in the war. How could he let this opportunity pass? He gritted his teeth and held on, rushing towards Wenzhong again.

Similar scenes can be seen everywhere in martial arts venues.

The warriors from Kyushu tried their best.

All of Baiyao's consciousness entered his mind, and he watched with bated breath as all the punching information on the chessboard was integrated.

The coordination of muscles, the rhythm of breathing, the number of punches...

Baiyao's spiritual consciousness turned into a villain, standing on the chessboard, constantly receiving the boxing skills compiled from the chessboard.

All he needs is the first few knockout rounds, and the subsequent games are to select the first batch of cultivation seeds.

His mind moved, and a little man exactly like him appeared in front of him.

Baiyao's sacrificial robe disappeared, his upper body was naked, and he was getting into a fist fight with "himself" who also had the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought.

The next moment, they were rushing towards each other.

The fake body's knee was blocked by Baiyao with both hands, and then he punched out, hitting the fake body's chest.

The fake body was not damaged at all, and he continued to fight with Baiyao.

The two's boxing skills became more and more sophisticated during the battle, abandoning fancy movements and hitting each other's vital points directly with every blow.

As the battle continued, Baiyao entered a mysterious and mysterious state. There was no distracting thought in his heart, and he could only keep punching and punching.

The victory condition he set was to successfully deliver a punch that focused its power on a microscopic point.

So until this condition is met, the fake body will not disappear.

The external competition continues, and the warriors will never stop unless they are on the verge of death.

Because the white light that penetrated the body meant that the ancestors were looking at them.

Everyone is fighting to the death, not wanting to let their ancestors disappoint them.

Based on this, Baiyao also received a steady stream of information that his boxing skills were about to reach the gods.

Every punch thrown by the human martial artist with faith is aimed at the innate source of energy!

Thousands of boxing techniques blended together like a sea of ​​rivers, and Baiyao seemed to be the incarnation of all the warriors in the human race.

His eyes became calmer and calmer, as if there was no one in front of him.

The fists and shadows intertwined, just like soldiers fighting each other.

Suddenly, an afterimage of his right fist came out, but it fell extremely softly on the fake body.

in a blink.

The fake body disappears.

(End of this chapter)