Beitang Wan'er's master is a monk in the middle stage of Jindan from Lichen Sect. Zhuang Wudao had already learned about it from Beitang Wan'er a few months ago.
Among the Tianyi Kingdoms, the highest level of cultivation is only at the realm of Yuanshen. The ten major sects in the world, plus those small sects and casual cultivators, only have about two hundred people in total.
As for the people at the lower Jindan realm, there are only more than 4,000 people. It seems that there are many people, but if they are distributed in the world of 180,000 miles around the Tianyi Kingdom, they are insignificant and rarely seen.
Yuanshen realm monks rarely take action, so the Golden Core realm is the backbone of the major sects. As long as your cultivation level reaches this level, you can dominate one side of the world, call yourself the king and ancestor, and found the country and sect. The southeastern countries
Many royal families are descendants of Jindan realm monks.
And Beitang Wan'er's master, named Chi Lingzi, has always been known for his tyrannical fighting power even in the Lichen Sect, which has many strong hands. There was once a situation where one enemy was defeated by two, and two people were killed in a row.
The crazy achievements of the late third-level monsters shocked the southeastern countries.
Meeting such a person, even if he asked himself about Zhuang Wudao, he felt uneasy in his heart. Yun'er also remained silent, as if he didn't dare to expose himself in front of Jin Dan.
For the meeting place, Beitang Wan'er chose a martial arts arena in the east garden of the Beitang family. It was more than a hundred feet long from north to south and was extremely wide. It was the place where the children of the Beitang family practiced martial arts on a daily basis.
However, when Zhuang Wudao arrived with Beitang Wan'er, he found that the place was surprisingly quiet. Not only were there no children of the Beitang family around, but even the servants had been cleared away.
There were only three people in the martial arts arena. A young man with red hair and red robes was sitting at a high place. On the left and right were Beitang Cangjue and Beitang Cangkong.
That Chi Lingzi had a lazy attitude. Except for his taller and taller figure, there was nothing unusual about him. However, Beitang Cangjue and Beitang Cangkong were both respectful and seemed to dare not speak out loud.
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After Beitang Wan'er and Zhuang Wudao saluted, they stared at Zhuang Wudao and looked him up and down.
"Are you Zhuang Wudao? Yuecheng's chief disciple this year? It's interesting. Even in the fifth floor of the Qi Training Realm, even the first three seats in my Lichen Wujing Gym are only at your level. Unfortunately, your spiritual roots are a little worse.
. Only the fifth grade, even the janitors and servants of Lichen Benshan are not as good as them!"
Speaking of this, Chi Lingzi smiled again: "However, there are many people in the world who have weak spiritual roots but can achieve great achievements in the end. The third of the top ten casual cultivators, 'Yuan Daozi', was also the fifth grade in the past.
You have spiritual roots, but now you are also a great monk at the peak level of Yuanshen. Yun'er said that except for your spiritual roots, everything else about you can be compared with her, and he tried every possible means to invite me to come and have a look, so don't let me down."
Zhuang Wudao lowered his eyebrows and bowed deeply. He just pretended not to see it, and the disapproval flashed in the eyes of Beitang Cangjue and Beitang Cangkong.
Although the two of them had attached great importance to him before, they only regarded him as a tool to suppress the Gu Yue family. They did not think that Zhuang Wudao would one day be able to catch up with the achievements of 'Yuan Daozi'.
Even if his understanding is stronger, with his fifth-grade spiritual roots, if there is no special opportunity, he can only cultivate to the foundation level at most, and he will turn into withered bones by the time he is two hundred years old.
And even Chi Lingzi probably never took it seriously when he said this.
The two of them stood sixty feet apart in the martial arts arena. Beitang Wan'er's face was tense, but her eyes were burning with red flames.
"Wudao, your cultivation level is now several levels higher than mine. If you want to have a fair fight, you need to suppress half of your true energy first!"
Zhuang Wudao was all right, but he was surprised that this Wan'er actually took the initiative to show weakness. Just when he was about to reply, he saw Beitang Wan'er's figure approaching like a ghost. He was walking with a light and agile pace.
, unexpectedly, arrived in front of me in the blink of an eye.
"Armor-piercing sharp edge!"
The sharp fingering force had already broken through the energy around Zhuang Wudao before he even got close to him.
Zhuang Wudao's pupils shrank suddenly, and without thinking, he stepped on the ground suddenly. The huge shock caused the surrounding mud and rocks to roll up, and also caused Beitang Wan'er's lower body to shake and become unstable.
At this moment, Zhuang Wudao's figure successfully exited three feet away. However, Beitang Wan'er followed him like a shadow and rushed after him.
There are thousands of finger shadows, all of which have sharp energy. It is difficult to find the real sign of the finger power. Just when Zhuang Wudao was gradually confused, the thousands of finger shadows suddenly disappeared. A jade foot already carried a fierce and powerful energy.
, stepped in front of his face.
"Is it the fairy shadow floating in the sky?"
Zhuang Wudao's heart jumped fiercely, and he ducked out of the way at the last moment. "Fairy Shadow Floating Light" is one of the thirty-six secret arts inherited by Li Chen. It is even better than the armor-piercing sharp finger.
It is a superb body technique, and it is also an extremely powerful leg technique. The Seventy-Three-Year Immortal Shadow Floating Light Blade has a fierce reputation. And when you have practiced it above the golden elixir realm, this "Fairy Shadow Floating Light" is another one.
He has superb escape skills.
No wonder Beitang Wan'er has never used the extremely skilled lower body kung fu. "Fairy Shadow Floating Light" is a secret secret skill of Li Chen Sect, which is unique in the world. Only Li Chen Sect has a certain status.
Only disciples can be qualified to practice.
Beitang Wan'er followed her master to practice the "Fairy Shadow Floating Light" in advance, which was against the rules of the sect, so she never performed it in front of outsiders.
To this day, Beitang Wan'er is considered an official disciple of the Lichen Sect, and it is only legitimate to perform this set of kicks.
In other words, in the battle on the ferry that day, Beitang Wan'er only used 50% of her strength at most!
Beitang Wan'er also chuckled: "It is my Lichen Sect's "Floating Immortal Shadow", and Senior Brother Wudao actually recognizes it? Wan'er has not mastered it yet, please give me some advice."
However, he was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. The wind blew up from his legs, the energy was as sharp as a blade, and the arc was like a knife. He kicked his legs in succession. "The Seventy-Three Blades of Immortal Shadow Floating Light", a total of seventy-three kicks, is the symbol of "Immortal Shadow".
The most famous killing move in "Shadow Light". It can be cycled to charge up combos, one leg is stronger than the other.
Zhuang Wudao lost the opportunity and was forced into a panic. If it had been three months ago, he would have surrendered long ago.
However, after being guided by Sword Ling Yun'er in March in a dream, things are no longer what they used to be.
He stepped back continuously to avoid the sharp edge. However, he gradually stabilized his position. His fists were like catching a dragon, and he continued to interfere with his strength.
As expected, Beitang Wan'er's 'Seventy-Three-Year Blade' failed to connect by the twenty-fourth kick. She had to stop halfway and charge down with the sword finger again.
Without the use of leg skills, Beitang Wan'er's body skills are even more swift, ever-changing, and so weird that they are unpredictable. There is even a hint of spiral power in the finger strength, even if Zhuang Wudao's powerful tombstone thrower is unparalleled,
, and was still forced to retreat step by step.
Zhuang Wudao's heart sank again. Beitang Wan'er was good both internally and externally, and her armor-piercing sharp finger was known as "armor-piercing" and "sharp". It had no spiral power. This kind of strange and unstoppable weapon
The strength should come from her inner cultivation method, but I don’t know what kind of inner secret it is?
At this time, outside the court, Beitang Cangkong and Beitang Cangjue both had a bit of smile in their eyes. Even Gu Yueming, who was on the fourth floor of the Qi Lian Realm, had never forced Zhuang Wudao into such an embarrassing situation that day.
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Beitang Wan'er, who was two realms below Gu Yueming, could do it easily.
Chi Lingzi's expression also lost a bit of laziness and became a bit more serious. His eyes never left Zhuang Wudao's foot, which was stable and unshakable from beginning to end. His face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and he was thoughtful. He used Zhuang Wudao's
He showed great strength in capturing the dragon and smashing the monument, but he didn't care much about it.
After retreating to the corner, Zhuang Wudao almost pressed his back against the wall. He had no way to retreat and seemed to be cornered.
Just when Beitang Cang Jue's expression was solemn and Beitang Cangkong's face was smiling, Zhuang Wudao suddenly dodged again, stepping on the plum blossom pile of Liuhe Xingyiquan under his feet, and stepped forward suddenly. But it was easy.
, he avoided Beitang Wan'er's finger shadow and rushed three feet in front of the girl.
With a gentle palm strike, he smashed the monument and struck it forward with overwhelming force. Beitang Wan'er finally had a look of helplessness in her eyes, and she retreated unwillingly.
However, Zhuang Wudao seemed to be walking heavily, but he was able to continue to entangle him. Almost every palm strike could accurately hit Beitang Wan'er's figure. Every step he took, he seemed to see through Beitang Wan'er.
Er's intention, the energy contained in the palm, also made Beitang Wan'er's "Fairy Shadow Floating Light" completely unable to be used.
Forty-seven palms smashed the monument, one after another. Not only did they lose all the ground, but they also forced Beitang Wan'er into an unavoidable situation.
"Fake unparalleled, hundreds of cracks and thousands of sharp edges!"
Thousands of finger shadows, carrying countless wind blades, swept across the space of a hundred feet in front of them in an instant. Beitang Wan'er's eyes were solemn and regretful.
This pseudo-mystical technique was forced out of necessity. Zhuang Wudao was entangled closely at this moment, almost anticipating every move she made. If he couldn't force her away and regroup, within three palms at most, he would be defeated.
Zhuang Wudao raised the corners of his lips, which did not make Beitang Wan'er wish.
Capture the dragon and shake the tiger!
The power of capture exploded, forcibly dragging Beitang Wan'er's figure into the violent storm caused by Hundred Fissures and Thousands of Fronts. The twelve palms shook the tiger and struck the most threatening fingers around.
Wind blades, scatter them all.
Still using a palm, he pressed it to Beitang Wan'er's chest unhurriedly. Beitang Wan'er seemed to have noticed the smile in Zhuang Wudao's eyes, and was extremely angry.
"Don't be so proud, Shadow-Chunking Duckweed!"
The slender feet kicked again from an incredible angle. They looked like embellished legs, but they carried a bit of death.
Without even thinking about it, Zhuang Wudao changed his fist armor, and his right palm nearly doubled in size.
Pseudo Wushuang, big cracked stone!
There was a loud explosion, and mud and dust flew into the space of a hundred feet. Between the two of them, they were struck by the strong wind, and a deep pit about ten feet wide appeared.
And Beitang Wan'er finally escaped under Zhuang Wudao's pressure, flew back twenty feet away, and stood firm again. She was not injured, but her right leg's trouser leg had been torn open, revealing a slender body like jade porcelain.
Slender calves.
But Beitang Wan'er didn't pay attention. She gritted her teeth and glared at Zhuang Wudao up and down, then turned her head with a 'cut' sound and said happily: "I lose this time!"