Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the light dragon and the light blade collided, making a deafening sound, and the entire secret room shook because of this impact.

The light was radiant, instantly illuminating the entire space. The ancient battle scenes on the murals seemed to be revived at this moment, appearing particularly vivid.

Jiang Qiong's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He knew this was the best time for him to fight back.

He pushed with both hands, and the power of the light dragon increased instantly, rushing towards the young swordsman. The young swordsman showed despair,
He was secretly thinking about the escape route, but his body was firmly locked by the power of the light dragon and he could not move.

"Die!" Jiang Qiong's voice echoed in the secret room, carrying an invisible pressure. His spiritual energy completely exploded at this moment, turning into countless rays of light, pouring towards the young swordsman.

The young swordsman tried his best to resist, but he found that he was no match for Jiang Qiong's strength.

"Ah!" The young swordsman let out a painful roar, and the spiritual energy in his body fluctuated violently. He was then hit by Jiang Qiong's attack. He was knocked away like a cannonball and slammed hard into the wall of the secret room, making a dull loud noise.

"Cough cough..." The young swordsman covered his chest, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

The light of his sword had dimmed, his spiritual energy was almost exhausted, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Qiong stood in the center of the ring, looking down at the young swordsman with sharp eyes, his heart filled with the joy of victory.

"You are too young. A battle cannot be won just by sword skills." Jiang Qiong said coldly with a hint of disdain in his tone.

He slowly walked towards the young swordsman, a triumphant gleam in his eyes as if he was announcing his own strength.

The young swordsman barely raised his head, a trace of unwillingness and anger flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but say: "I won't give up just like that! I still have a chance!"

The young swordsman tried his best to stand up, but his weak body made him unable to do so, and he eventually fell heavily to the ground again.

"Opportunity? You have no chance now." Jiang Qiong sneered, and gathered the spiritual energy in his hands again, preparing to give the young swordsman the final blow.

At this moment, his power was like a violent storm, sweeping over him.

At this moment, the guardian suddenly spoke: "Stop!" His voice was as loud as thunder, instantly interrupting Jiang Qiong's actions.

Jiang Qiong was slightly stunned, turned around and looked at the guardian, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"This battle is meaningless." The guardian's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he said seriously: "He has already lost!"

"Although the young swordsman lost the battle, he still has the potential to grow. You shouldn't defeat him completely."

The young swordsman lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the pain on his face gradually replaced by shock.

He raised his head, his eyes revealing a complex emotion, awe of Jiang Qiong's strength and helplessness at his own failure.

"I...I will become stronger." The young swordsman said with all his strength, his voice weak but firm, and he couldn't help but say: "Next time, I will definitely not lose to you again!"

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly and thought to himself: This kid is really unwilling to give up, he is an interesting opponent.

Although he had severely injured his opponent today, he understood that a truly strong person is not one who can knock his opponent to the ground, but one who can inspire his opponent to keep improving during the fight.

Jiang Qiong smiled slightly, feeling secretly proud, and slowly walked towards the young swordsman, preparing to take away his storage bag.

The young swordsman was still lying on the ground with a dazed look on his face, obviously not yet recovered from the battle just now.

His storage bag hung around his waist, making it particularly conspicuous.

"Your storage bag is mine!" Jiang Qiong curled up a sarcastic smile and reached out to grab the storage bag.

At this moment, the old man was furious, like a ignited gunpowder barrel, and immediately rushed over and shouted angrily: "Stop! What right do you have to take his things? This competition is just your temporary luck!"

Jiang Qiong smiled coldly, turned around and faced the old man, his tone full of disdain, and then said: "Luck? Old man, didn't you see the fight just now? This kid is not my opponent at all. He lost sincerely, so I naturally have the right to take his storage bag."

"You are such an arrogant boy!" The old man glared at Jiang Qiong, emitting a strong aura as if he wanted to pin Jiang Qiong to the ground.

"I won't allow you to act unreasonably like this!"

Jiang Qiong's heart moved, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he snorted coldly: "Being unreasonable? I think you can't afford to lose. It was obviously him who challenged me, but I beat him so hard that he couldn't fight back. Now you actually want to interfere with my victory. It's ridiculous."

The young swordsman was standing aside, his face pale. When he heard Jiang Qiong's words, he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

He endured the pain, raised his head, and tried to make his voice firm: "Master, I will handle this matter myself."

Jiang Qiong raised his eyebrows and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are really an interesting boy. You have obviously lost, but you still want to maintain your dignity. Unfortunately, this cannot change the fact that you failed."

"You..." The young swordsman wanted to refute angrily, but his weak body made him unable to fight anymore, and finally he could only lower his head helplessly.

Seeing the young swordsman like this, the old man became more and more furious. He pointed at Jiang Qiong and said coldly: "If you dare to touch his storage bag, I will make you regret it!"

Jiang Qiong smiled coldly, not caring about the old man's threat at all. He smiled and said, "Do you think you have the ability to do this? I am not someone you can threaten at will."

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, as if the air was filled with gunpowder.

The disciples around held their breath, afraid of missing out on this heated exchange of words.

"If you dare to do anything wrong here, I will never let you leave easily." The old man gritted his teeth, with anger flashing in his eyes.

"Haha, that's ridiculous." Jiang Qiong laughed loudly, his eyes full of provocation, and said slowly: "You are just an old antique, and you still want to threaten me? I want to see what you can do to me!"

At this tense moment, the guardian finally spoke: "Stop! Calm down, both of you." His voice was like a heavy hammer, instantly interrupting the confrontation between the two.

Jiang Qiong was slightly stunned, turned to look at the guardian, and couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart: "Guardian, do you want to speak for them too?"

The guardian shook his head, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was firm: "I am not speaking for either party, but I hope you can handle this matter rationally."

"I'm just following the rules." Jiang Qiong said coldly.

"Storage bag..." Jiang Qiong turned to look at the young swordsman, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a smile: "I still want to take it. After all, this is the spoils of war that I deserve."

The guardian frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, but Jiang Qiong was no longer waiting. He reached out and grabbed the young swordsman's storage bag, ready to take it away.

At this moment, the old man spoke again, with a strong tone of anger, and shouted: "If you dare to touch his storage bag, I will never let you go easily!" Jiang Qiong smiled coldly and said unceremoniously: "Do you think you still have this ability? I will take this thing away today!"

"You!" The old man was so angry that his face turned pale. He was secretly anxious, but he had no idea what to do.

At this critical moment, the guardian finally spoke again: "Jiang Qiong, since you have won, according to the rules, you can take the storage bag, but I hope you can treat the young swordsman with tolerance, so that we can better promote each other's growth."

Jiang Qiong's heart moved and he understood what the guardian meant.

He nodded and took the young swordsman's storage bag.

Jiang Qiong slowly put the storage bag away, feeling proud in his heart, with a sneer on his face. Just as he was about to turn around and leave,
The old man's anger had reached its peak. His face was as gloomy as water, and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was ready to pounce at any time.

"You arrogant young man, how dare you humiliate my disciple like this!" The old man was furious, his voice was like thunder, and the disciples around him involuntarily took a few steps back.

Jiang Qiong's indifference and disdain made him extremely angry. He thought to himself that he must make this kid pay the price today.

At this moment, the young man behind the old man walked out.

He was the guy who spoke rudely to Jiang Qiong before.

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a green Taoist robe and carrying a longbow on his back.

"Master, don't worry, let me teach him a lesson!" The young man's voice was crisp and firm, with fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

He strode towards Jiang Qiong with his head held high, the smile on his face revealing a sense of arrogance, as if he had already secured victory.

"Come here and ask for a beating!" Jiang Qiong raised his eyebrows slightly, with a bit of contempt in his eyes.
"My name is Chen Feng. Today I will teach you what real strength is!" Chen Feng was not afraid at all. The arrow in his hand trembled slightly, as if ready to shoot at any time.

His eyes were like those of a hawk, staring straight at Jiang Qiong, as if he wanted to see through him.

Jiang Qiong sneered with disdain in his heart, and said: "Do you think you can pose any threat to me? You are just a small character."

"You were beaten up by the guardian just now and fled in panic. Have you forgotten so quickly?!"

"What did you say? I have been practicing with my master since I was a child. I will never lose to you!"

"You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance soon!"

"I will beat you till your teeth are all over the ground!"

Chen Feng was furious and felt humiliated. He was extremely angry. The arrow in his hand was turning slightly, as if it had sensed his anger.

"Okay, let's give it a try." Jiang Qiong raised his eyebrows, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly looking forward to the upcoming competition.

Following the order, Chen Feng quickly pulled the bowstring, and the arrow flashed coldly in the sunlight, like a flying dragon rushing straight towards Jiang Qiong.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiong had an idea and quickly dodged to the side. The arrow brushed past his shoulder and made a sound of breaking through the air.

"Not bad, boy, you actually have some skills." Jiang Qiong smiled slightly, secretly admiring Chen Feng's courage in his heart, but he did not relax his vigilance because of this.

Seeing that his arrow missed the target, Chen Feng became more and more excited. He fired several arrows in succession, and the arrows rained down like a rainbow, heading straight for Jiang Qiong.

Jiang Qiong responded calmly, his figure following like a shadow, easily avoiding every arrow, and even finding opportunities in them, gradually approaching Chen Feng.

"You kid, your archery skills are good, but your speed is still not enough." Jiang Qiong's voice was like the wind, approaching quickly, and then he kicked out with a side kick, straight to Chen Feng's waist.

Chen Feng was startled and quickly dodged sideways, but Jiang Qiong was too fast and kicked him, causing him to stagger back and almost lose his balance.

"Humph, you are indeed a young brat who can't even take one of my moves." Jiang Qiong smiled coldly, feeling secretly proud in his heart.

But Chen Feng was not willing to give up. He gritted his teeth, his heart burning with anger. He quickly adjusted his posture, drew the bow and arrow again, preparing to launch a more violent attack.

"I will never lose to you!"

"Okay, come on." Jiang Qiong thought to himself. The young people's indomitable spirit made him feel a little comforted. Perhaps this battle would make him even more excited.

Chen Feng aimed the arrow, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and mobilized all his internal strength. The arrow in his hand glowed brightly, as if it contained infinite power.

"Go!" Chen Feng shouted, and the arrow shot out like lightning, straight to Jiang Qiong's heart.

Jiang Qiong's expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself: "This kid's arrow actually contains such powerful force!" He quickly used his internal strength to prepare to resist.

Just as the arrow was about to hit, Jiang Qiong suddenly jumped up, and his body flew past like a flying swallow, avoiding the attack.

The arrow pierced the ground, making a dull sound and raising dust.

"This is really interesting." Jiang Qiong smiled slightly, secretly admiring Chen Feng's courage in his heart, and then fought back. His fist was like lightning, hitting Chen Feng's face directly.

Seeing this, Chen Feng's heart tightened and he quickly dodged to the side, but Jiang Qiong's attack followed him like a shadow and he couldn't escape at all.

"You are so naive, kid!" Jiang Qiong smiled coldly and punched Chen Feng's shoulder, leaving him nowhere to escape.

At this critical moment, Chen Feng suddenly threw the arrow in his hand, trying to distract Jiang Qiong's attention and take the opportunity to avoid the attack.

"Hmph, you want to use this little trick against me?" Jiang Qiong snorted coldly, disdainful in his heart. However, at the moment he punched, the arrow passed by like lightning and hit his wrist, causing him to lose balance for a moment.

"Good opportunity!" Chen Feng was delighted. He seized this moment and quickly counterattacked, punching Jiang Qiong in the abdomen.

"Ah!" Jiang Qiong groaned, thinking to himself, "This kid actually has some skills!"

The battle between the two became more and more intense. The disciples around them watched intently, afraid of missing out on this exciting duel.

Jiang Qiong and Chen Feng constantly collided in the battle, and each other's strength was fully revealed in the constant contest.

"You are quite capable." Jiang Qiong's spiritual energy circulated, and he secretly admired it in his heart. Then he adjusted his state and prepared to face Chen Feng's next wave of attacks. (End of this chapter)