Nine Turns Sword God

Countless resentful eyes fell on the two.

The two were only concerned with cultivation, not caring what others said.

"I have an idea!"

A Wanlinghui disciple said with a sinister smile: "Let's do something to make them injured during cultivation, and say that they were injured because they practiced too hard."

"In this way, other teachers will definitely reduce the content of cultivation, and we will have free time!"

Everyone's eyes lit up and agreed with this proposal.

Then, while the two were engaged in other cultivation, they did some things in the body training area.

The Wanlinghui disciple took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it on the tripod leg of the heavy tripod.

"Qianjun Talisman?"

Everyone was shocked.

"This talisman can increase the weight of the things it is attached to, up to 5 million jin!"

"If they are not careful, they will be suddenly crushed by the power of the Qianjun Talisman. Broken arms and legs are the least of their worries. They may even be crushed to death!"

"Isn't this too cruel?"

The Wanling Society disciple snorted coldly: "They don't like to show off, so let them show off enough!"

"They deserve to be injured, and they are unlucky to be crushed to death. Who let them implicate us!"

At this time, Chu Shaoyang and Lin Lang came back from another place.

The Wanling Society disciple hurriedly made a gesture of silence and led everyone to pretend to practice.

The two of them continued to practice their physical bodies without knowing it.

Chu Shaoyang just came to the heavy tripod with the Qianjun Talisman attached and lifted it easily.

"It's getting lighter and lighter."

He shook his head and looked at another tripod.

After practicing, his physical strength has improved again, reaching 17 million jin.

The heaviest tripod here is no more than 10 million jin, and adding 9 million jin is just right.

Suddenly, the Qianjun Talisman lit up!

Five million jin of force was added to the heavy tripod, directly pressing Chu Shaoyang's arm to the ground!

Boom!

Countless cracks were pressed on the ground!

Hiss——

Everyone took a deep breath.

Being hit by such a heavy tripod, Chu Shaoyang's arm must be broken!

Chu Shaoyang frowned in confusion, and finally realized that something was wrong with the heavy tripod.

But when he wanted to pull out his arm, he found that the whole arm was dislocated.

"Lift it, why don't you continue to lift it?"

The disciple of Wanlinghui showed up and mocked: "You are strong, you can lift two at a time, why can't you lift it?"

"Did your teacher Qin's training plan make you useless?"

Chu Shaoyang suddenly realized: "Did you put the Qianjun Talisman?"

The disciple of Wanlinghui admitted directly and laughed: "Yes, I put it!"

"I told you to practice desperately, and you made us suffer. It's a pity that the day after tomorrow is the day you will fight with Senior Brother Xiong, otherwise I will kill you now!"

Chu Shaoyang sneered: "Why, do you think he can beat me?"

The disciple of Wanlinghui showed a puzzled expression: "Your arm is useless, and you still want to beat Senior Brother Xiong?"

"Could it be that the vibration just now was too strong and your brain was also damaged?"

Chu Shaoyang shook his head and sneered.

He finally understood that this person was relying on Wanlinghui to deliberately retaliate against him.

He pressed the dislocated position and suddenly joined it together.

Crack!

With a crisp sound of bones, the dislocated arm was reconnected.

Seventeen million jin of power burst out instantly, directly lifting the heavy tripod with the Qianjun Talisman above his head.

"It's just a broken talisman, and you still want to plot against me?"

The Wanlinghui disciple exclaimed: "You, how did you lift it?"

"This is fifteen million jin!"

"Could it be that this tripod doesn't have ten million jin?"

Chu Shaoyang smiled playfully: "Whether it is fifteen million jin, you will know if you try it yourself?"

He threw the heavy tripod directly at the Wanlinghui disciple.

It is difficult for ordinary people to lift a fifteen million jin heavy tripod, but in Chu Shaoyang's hands, it is like a toy!

Bang!

It hit the Wanlinghui disciple hard!

"Puff!"

The Wanlinghui disciple was smashed so hard that his bones and muscles were broken, and a line of blood sprayed in the air, and he fell hard to the ground.

The other disciples exclaimed, hurried over to check, and gasped!

"The bones are all broken, the meridians are broken, and there is only one breath left!"

"It's a blessing to be alive after being hit by such a heavy tripod!"

Suddenly, a sword energy passed through the crowd and instantly cut off a finger of the Wanlinghui disciple.

"Ah!"

With a shrill cry, Chu Shaoyang took off his empty ring.

"Sure enough, there is a Qianjun Talisman, just right for cultivation!"

He directly took out two pieces, stuck them on the 9 million jin heavy tripod, and lifted it up with all his strength.

The 19 million jin heavy tripod pressed on him, and the ground was pressed into countless cracks, but Chu Shaoyang was just a little bit struggling, how could he be injured at all?

"With two Qianjun Talismans, that's 19 million jin!"

"He can even lift such a heavy tripod, so it's not that he doesn't have enough strength, but he didn't expect the existence of the Qianjun Talisman and accidentally dislocated it?"

"Damn it, where did this monster come from!"

They were scared.

No wonder Chu Shaoyang could withstand the cultivation plan formulated by Qin Jiaoshi, he is clearly a monster!

In the blink of an eye, several people had already run away without a trace, how dare they provoke Chu Shaoyang.

Lin Lang stared at him blankly.

Chu Shaoyang just turned around and said with a smile: "I have another one here, do you want it?"

...

Three days later, at noon.

Today is the day for Xiong Yue and Chu Shaoyang to duel.

A life-and-death battle, a fight to the death!

All the disciples of Wanlinghui gathered in the training field, waiting to watch this good show.

On the stage, Xiong Yue looked down proudly, but he could not see Chu Shaoyang.

He had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

"Mr. Chu, you are a coward, a bastard who has the courage to challenge but not the courage to compete!"

"Even if you can escape today, I don't believe you won't return to Taixuan Sect!"

Xiong Yue's voice was like a loud bell, which made everyone's ears ring.

In the spectator seat, Qi Xuyang kept frowning.

The slightly feminine young man in white asked in confusion: "What's the expression on the president's face?"

"Could it be that the president is worried that Xiong Yue will lose?"

Qi Xuyang's face was still sad: "Chu Shaoyang is not that simple."

"Do you know how long it took him to join the sect?"

The feminine young man shook his head.

Qi Xuyang slowly raised a finger: "One year!"

"In just one year, he entered the second level of the Dharma Realm from the Zhenwu Realm. Even I need at least five years!"

"If he can beat Xiong Yue today, within half a year, even I will not be his opponent."

The feminine young man's eyes were stern, and he realized the seriousness of the matter.

The reason why Qi Xuyang can sit on the position of president is not only because he is the strongest, but also because of his vision of people.

If it weren't for him arranging the elders and deacons everywhere and getting so many benefits for the Wanling Society, how could they be here today?

After getting along for so long, it was the first time he saw Qi Xuyang so afraid of someone.

The feminine young man asked tentatively: "Then, what does the president mean?"

Qi Xuyang's eyes were stern: "If Xiong Yue loses, you must kill him!"