An Ordinary Path to Immortality

After Tu Lie left, many monks followed him and tried to get close to him, but soon, they all flew back covered in dust.

The pig demon's body was taken away, and then a monkey with a black long stick, covered with red-gold hair, and about the same size as a normal person came up.

It stuck the long stick on the ground beside it, and saluted in all directions like a human: "Tian Yao Palace, Bei Zhi!"

Then, the human monks started to discuss again.

"I knew today would not be a wasted trip. I didn't expect it to be worthwhile."

"Just now it was the disciples of the War God Temple, and now even the people of the Heavenly Demon Palace have come."

"It's a pity that Bei Zhi should be just an elite disciple like Tu Lie, not a true descendant of the Heavenly Demon Palace."

"The three holy places of the demon race, the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and the Demon God Ridge, usually only move around in their own territory and rarely appear in human territory. I didn't expect that the Heavenly Demon Palace would be alarmed this time."

"Since the Heavenly Demon Palace has appeared, have the other two major demon holy places appeared?"

Amid the discussion of the crowd, the ape spoke again: "Are there any human Taoists who would like to come forward to exchange ideas, but please weigh your own strength before going on stage. If you don't have the combat power of the Son of God, it's better not to come up and die."

When the ape spoke, his expression was indifferent and his tone was neither hurried nor slow, but the words he said were extremely arrogant, and he was about to challenge the genius of the human Son of God.

"Bei Zhi, you don't seem to be a saint in the Tian Yao Palace. With your strength, you want to challenge the human saint. It's really overestimating yourself." A cultivator said indignantly.

Bei Zhi was not angry, and still said in a calm tone: "I am not a saint in the Tian Yao Palace, that's because there are many strong people in the Tian Yao Palace, but it is more than enough to deal with your human saint."

This is even more infuriating, it completely puts the level of human cultivators below that of the Tian Yao Palace.

"Damn, who are you? You are an unknown person who has never been heard of, and you dare to look down on the human race."

A handsome young man in a light blue gown, who looks gentle and polite but speaks extremely irritably, stood out from the crowd. He stood in the air, with his long hair loose and a long sword on his back, looking like a fairy son.

Bei Zhi stood in the ring, looked up at the other party, and said in a calm tone: "You are too weak."

The young man, who was originally an extraordinary fairy, suddenly turned pale: "Evil beast, how dare you look down on me, Bicang Sect, Zhang Mou comes to learn from me."

Zhang Mou pointed his sword, and the long sword behind him made a clear sound, and rushed into the ring with him.

"Zhang Mou of Bicang Sect, not only has extraordinary talent and amazing comprehension, but also has a natural sword body, and has been undefeated for many years with his sword technique."

"He is Zhang Mou? Zhang Mou, who is known as the one who can suppress eight states with one sword?"

"It turned out to be him. I wonder why this person is so confident. If it is him, maybe he can fight with the other party."

Amid the discussion of the crowd, Fang Ping's curiosity about Zhang Mou became stronger and stronger.

Originally, he wanted to see the heroic figures of various geniuses. Tu Lie gave him a big surprise before. I wonder if Zhang Mou, who was also highly praised by people around him, has anything special.

While being curious, Fang Ping also knew that it was highly unlikely that an arena like the pig monster before, where ordinary cultivators and monsters would fight, would appear.

The cultivators and monsters that will appear next should not be too weak, which means that the official duel between the two geniuses will begin.

Fang Ping sat cross-legged, took out a plate of melon seeds that Xiao Wu specially asked him to cultivate, and fried melon seeds with a variety of spiritual medicines according to the secret method while watching the battle.

On the arena, Bei Zhi and Zhang Mou did not communicate much with each other, but just a simple greeting and then fought each other.

One of them used a stick and the other used a sword. They were from a famous family and were trained intensively since childhood. Moreover, their strengths were not weak, their moves were sharp, and their skills were proficient. It was enough to see that their strengths were all fought out in one battle after another.

Rich combat experience made the fight between the two extremely entertaining. The collision between the long sword and the long stick, with the blessing of their own martial arts attributes and rules, also allowed everyone to see their own comprehension of the way of weapons, and made the monks and monsters watching the fight on both sides unconsciously immersed in it.

Fang Ping also nodded secretly. The two men were equally strong, and they were also real talents rather than embroidered pillows. Regardless of who won or lost in the fight between the two, at least the strength they showed was enough to be affirmed by any spectator.

Even during their fight, Fang Ping actually saw Tu Lie flying over from a distance with a pig's head in one hand and a wine jar in the other, and stood aside curiously to watch the fight.

It was related to the honor of the two clans, and even to their own life and death. Bei Zhi and Zhang Mou naturally would not hold back. They tried their best and performed various moves that were rarely seen in daily life one by one, but they could not take down both sides.

"Who do you think will win?"

Just when Fang Ping was watching with great interest, a rough voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Fang Ping turned his head and saw Tu Lie not far away showing him a simple smile.

If it weren't for the door-like big knife beside him and the head of the Yuanying monster in his hand, Fang Ping might have regarded him as a simple and honest cultivator who was harmless to people and animals.

Fang Ping smiled at him and asked back: "What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

"I think the little monkey should win."

"Great minds think alike, I think so too." Fang Ping said.

Then the other party smiled again, turned his head to look at the two fighting parties in the ring, and did not continue to chat with Fang Ping.

Fang Ping did not know what the other party meant, why he suddenly took the initiative to chat with him, and he did not know much about the God of War Mountain, so he did not say much to the other party.

Not long after, when both sides seemed to be a little exhausted, the monkey Beizhi suddenly chopped down heavily at Zhang Mou with his claws holding a stick.

Zhang Mou's face remained unchanged, and with a casual stroke of his sword finger, a sword of air appeared out of thin air, blocking the opponent's long stick, while his own long sword was introduced into the void, and when it appeared again, it had already arrived at Beizhi's back.

They had repeated such duels with each other many times, so they were very familiar with each other's moves.

But this time there was an accident, because Beizhi did not withdraw his moves to deal with the long sword in his back as before.

Its eyes flashed with a gleam, and it ignored the long sword behind it, letting it pierce its body, while the gleam in its eyes went straight into Zhang Mou's brow.

The next moment, Zhang Mou's eyes suddenly lost focus, and he was absent-minded for a moment.