"Master Lioyuan, be careful, this person is good at using poison pills."
Seeing the monk walking into the ring, Jiang Li reminded him from the top of the mountain.
When the other party showed kindness to him, Jiang Li was naturally happy to respond.
"Thank you, Donor Jiang, for reminding me. The young monk will pay attention."
With that said, he walked in. This also meant the beginning of the challenge.
The disciples of Bailian Mountain are also fierce. It doesn't matter if they can't defeat Jiang Li. Now a bald donkey dares to bring bad luck to him. Do you think anyone can come and bully him?
"Master Li Yuan, after the competition, I will give you the poison pill antidote."
"If the mage is here for the antidote, there is no need to do this and ask for trouble!"
The face of the disciple of Bailian Mountain is very, very ugly. It is obvious that his mood is not very beautiful now.
After all, his surname is Ma, and he is one of the two major families in Bailian Mountain.
He was used to being arrogant and domineering in the sect, and those disciples with foreign surnames were just obedient and allowed him to bully them in front of him. He had always bullied others, and he had never been bullied in half his life.
But he had just been provoked by Jiang Li, and he still couldn't take revenge, which made his narrow world view collapse.
"Amitabha, suffering is a kind of practice. A poor monk can realize the beauty of it, but the donor should realize the word suffering."
After Monk Liaoyuan entered the ring, he still didn't move his hands, didn't take out his magic weapon or put on a posture, and just walked straight towards the opponent.
"Hmph, you want me to suffer too? What a shame!"
"It's fate! I advise you to show your magic weapon quickly. Don't think that because you are senior, I will be merciful to you!"
Although he said this, the disciples of Bailian Mountain really didn't dare to take action at will.
I don’t know whether Master Lioyuan was gifted or destined. When he entered Cihang Temple a few years ago, he was unexpectedly accepted as a disciple by the previous divine monk of Cihang Temple.
That kind of top-notch monk who has never been born in the world, his cultivation is unfathomable, and he is on the same level as the founders of the Sutra Valley.
It's hard to say whether he is strong or not if he has such a being as his teacher, but the background alone is enough for most people to be cautious when dealing with him.
"Amitabha, the poor monk has held his hands together for five years and has not separated them. The magic weapon is no longer needed. Donor Ma, just take action."
Hands together for five years?
Hearing this, Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, and then carefully looked up and down at the destined monk for a while.
Suddenly, he felt goosebumps falling all over the floor.
Initially, Jiang Li thought that the other monk was wearing gray-brown robes because he had a special status, so he wore different clothes.
But now after careful observation, I discovered that the fabric of the clothes was originally a normal yellow color, but because of the clasped hands, the clothes had not been taken off for five years.
I wore it for too long and never washed it, so it ended up being this color.
It seems that the practice in Cihang Temple is really difficult.
Jiang Li, who was quite fond of cleanliness, shuddered looking at those clothes.
Fortunately, there is Bigu Pill in the world of immortality, and there is no need to excrete it after eating it. Otherwise, this Zen skill would be even more difficult to practice.
"Humph, you asked for this!"
The monk surnamed Ma was annoyed when he saw that the other party was indifferent. When he turned his hand, three pills of different colors appeared between his fingers.
Three-color poisonous wind!
Three poison pills were shot out in the shape of a pin, and after passing through a stream of light, they exploded around Monk Yuan at the same time.
The three colors of poisonous gas, black, red and green, spread instantly and interacted with each other to form a three-color poisonous gas tornado, surrounding Master Liaoyuan in the middle.
Bah, bah, bah!
In the area shrouded by the poisonous gas, the rock formations on the arena were quickly corroded and disappeared layer by layer, which showed the horror of the toxicity of the three-color poisonous wind.
With that level of toxin, if an ordinary mortal is thrown in, it will be completely corroded and turned into a puddle of pus in just three seconds.
The Qi Practitioner's body is still showing signs of miraculousness. Faced with this kind of poison, the end will never be good.
The disciples of Bailian Mountain, except Yao Ren, relied on this poison pill to easily kill and defeat many powerful opponents.
But seeing the young master uncle being shrouded in poisonous mist, the face of another Cihang Temple disciple did not show the slightest worry.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a dazzling golden light pierced through the three-color poisonous mist, and the sinister and vicious poisonous gas quickly melted and dissipated under the golden light.
More and more golden light suddenly appeared, and in just a few breaths, the vortex of poisonous mist was torn open.
Master Lioyuan walked out of it unscathed, and even the speed of his feet did not change at all.
"How can this be!"
The Bailian Mountain disciple's hands were flying, and the poisonous pills were knocked out like flowing water.
Monk Liaoyuan did not dodge, and allowed all kinds of violent poisonous elixirs to hit him.
You must know that these poison pills are all made by the alchemists of Bailian Mountain. Although they are made by Qi Refining Stage disciples, their power is somewhat reduced, but their toxicity cannot be faked.
Even if Jiang Li encountered him, he would still get a few pimples. But Master Yuan was not afraid at all.
Being able to be accepted as a disciple by the previous generation of divine monks, this destined monk really has his own merits.
"Amitabha! This poison pill technique is not the right way. Donor Ma, it's better to wake up as soon as possible!"
Stepping on the swastika golden light steps under his feet, Yuanyuan's body transformed into a golden phantom, forcing him towards the opponent step by step unswervingly.
The disciples of Bailian Mountain retreated step by step, and Li Yuan approached step by step. The swastika golden light steps invisibly put strong pressure on people, making the other party feel that there was no way to escape.
Soon, the opponent was forced to a corner of the ring, with no room for retreat.
The two sides were very close, face to face, almost touching.
Stab!
The clothes of the disciples of Bailian Mountain were suddenly torn apart by the golden light, and then five or six porcelain bottles fell out from them.
"My elixir!"
The disciple of Bailian Mountain exclaimed and wanted to reach out to pick it up, but the next moment.
"Amitabha!"
With a shout of the Buddha's name, the golden light in front of his eyes suddenly surged, pushing the Bailianshan disciple who was full of confidence just now directly off the ring!
At this point, the second place on the white list has changed hands again!
Ever since Monk Liao Yuan participated in the competition, every battle has been resolved in this way. No matter who the opponent is, no one can force him to separate his joined hands. What he has shown is overwhelming strength.
Unexpectedly, this competition has reached its final stage, but such a dark horse appears again.
This monk seems to be stronger than Chang Wanzhou of Shu Mountain!
....
boom!
In the spectator seat floating in the sky, Situ Tingxin of Bailian Mountain grabbed the handle of the seat and broke it to pieces.
Jade fragments as pure as mutton fat were scattered everywhere, and the seat, which was entirely made of Lingtian warm jade, was scrapped on the spot.
It's no wonder that Situ Ting is angry.
The benefits of the emergence of the secret realm of Medicine Garden are so huge that it may change the power structure of the entire Dazhong Mountain Immortal Cultivation World, especially for Bailian Mountain, which started out by refining alchemy and refining weapons.
As long as you seize the opportunity, you can ride on the wind and soar ninety thousand miles. At that time, you can truly stand at the top of the world of immortality in Dazhong Mountain and have everyone step under your feet.
For this competition, they even used their own sect's trump card, the medicine man's secret technique and the poison pill method.
Use the method of pairs to use the one-time medicine man to defeat the strongest geniuses of other sects. Then use the poison pill technique, which is difficult for monks to resist at this stage, to crush and win.
They risked offending the other three sects in an attempt to win the top spot on both lists at once.
However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.
During the foundation-building stage, a monster emerged from the Five Elements Peak in Shushan Mountain, ruining half of their plans.
In desperation, they also settled for the next best thing, that is, to get the first place in the Qi Refining Stage. As long as they have the 10%, plus the efforts of other disciples. As long as the share reaches 15%
Above, they can still rise with absolute advantage!
But then, they encountered Jiang Li in a very depressing way. This disciple, who had obviously been injured by a monk in the Danjie stage, still easily killed their No. 1 medicine man, Ding Zichu.
In desperation, they had no choice but to change their plan again and secure second place. That would be okay!
As a result, it was destroyed by that old bald donkey’s disciple again!
Damn it! Why can a monk in the Qi refining stage practice the Secret Code of Cihang Temple Heshou Zen? This is unreasonable! Nor should it be!
....
In the second arena of the Qi Refining Stage, the disciple of Bailian Mountain fell out of the arena in embarrassment, but because he was only pushed out of the arena by the golden light, he was not injured.
"You win! Hum! Give me the elixir back!"
After the disciple surnamed Ma got up, his face became extremely ugly. He lowered his head and was about to take back the porcelain bottles. However, the hand he stretched out was stepped on by the monk Luoyuan.
"Donor, hand over the antidote."
Liao Yuan said this coldly, and his gentle face gradually turned cold.
The disciples of Bailian Mountain wanted to refuse this request, and then used the antidote as a threat to humiliate them.
But the problem is that they offended not just one or two people this time, but the poison pill method offended everyone in the other three major sects.
Especially the physical practitioners of Cihang Temple, several of them were poisoned in succession. Monk Liaoyuan, as your uncle, would be very good if he doesn't cripple you.
If they still want to make a fuss with the antidote, then I'm sorry, three against one, then let's start a war!
The disciple surnamed Ma looked aggrieved, but his form was stronger than others, so he still handed over the antidote in desperation.
Monk Liaoyuan divided the white antidote, and the faces of the poisoned monks soon became much better.
They are not afraid of being deceived by the other side either. The network of connections behind the disciples who took the elixir can scare people to death.
It doesn't matter if he offends one or two people. With the power of Bailian Mountain, he can still be intimidated. But if he offends everyone at once, he will be done.
It is not impossible for them to unite and take over the Bailian Mountain hometown.
Monk Liao Yuan finished dividing the elixirs, then raised his head, and met Jiang Li again with a pair of burning eyes.
"Donor Jiang, can you give me a lesson or two?"
This senior Qi practitioner from Bailian Mountain actually wants to challenge the second and first place on the black list one after another.
Jiang Li smiled, he had already expected it from the look in his eyes.
There are still two hours left before the end of the competition. This is probably the final decisive battle!
This monk gave Jiang Li a feeling that was completely different from other monks in the Qi Refining Stage.
For some reason, the other party actually made him feel a slight threat.
There seemed to be a very terrifying power inside the other party's body. Even Jiang Li couldn't help but feel a little frightened after he noticed it.
"Master Lioyuan, do you want to take a rest?"
Jiang Li was polite, and the other party answered him with actions.
Liao Yuan still clasped his hands together and steadily walked onto the highest stage where Jiang Li was.
The two sides looked at each other and saw a kind of excitement in each other's eyes.
"Donor Jiang, please take action."
Monk Liaoyuan's body was completely covered with a layer of golden paint. He walked towards Jiang Li step by step with a solemnity that he had never seen before.
"Then I won't be polite."
Jiang Li also got closer step by step. At the center of the ring, the distance between the two sides was close to within boxing range.
Raising his fist, without using any moves and without any spiritual energy, just like friends meeting each other, Jiang Li punched the opponent's chest with a light punch.
boom!
Under the seemingly light fist, there is a terrifying power that is unmatched.
Monk Liaoyuan, who was covered with golden light, was directly hit by the punch and retreated continuously. It was not until he retreated seven steps that he barely stopped his retreat.
The majestic power was transmitted to the ground by him, and the large rocks under his feet were directly crushed into powder.
This was the first time that Monk Liaoyuan was repulsed in a competition.
This is also the first time that a monk in the Qi Refining Stage can still remain calm after receiving a punch from Jiang Li.
“What a hand-joined meditation, Cihang Temple’s body practice really deserves its reputation!”
After Jiang Li looked at his fist, he was also filled with admiration. Although it was only 30% of the power, it was definitely the power of the foundation-building stage.
This Hands-Hand Meditation is one of Cihang Temple's most unique skills. Although it is extremely difficult to practice, in contrast, this secret practice is very, very, very powerful!
The reason why Jiang Li could recognize it at a glance was because Elder He had whispered it in his ear many times.
Back then, Elder He had encountered such a hand-joined Zen monk, but in the end, he was unable to break through the opponent's Zen skills.
"Amitabha, the young monk is not good at his studies. Donor Jiang is laughing at him."
Master Liaoyuan smiled and stepped forward again. This time Jiang Li used 50% of his strength and punched the opponent again.
The surging brute force directly knocks the opponent away. If it were a parabola, this blow would be enough to knock the person out of the ring.
But the speed at which Liao Yuan was thrown backwards was obviously abnormal. It only flew about twenty meters before the force was strongly offset again, and it slowly stopped in the air.
After falling back to the ground, he still walked firmly towards Jiang Li.
Jiang Li noticed it this time.
When the opponent put his hands together, all the strength in his body was perfectly integrated and connected with the huge energy in his body. He was stunned to eat all the power from his punch without even sustaining any injuries.
That feeling is somewhat similar to his Body Tyrant Technique, but it is obviously much stronger in all aspects and cannot be compared to the same.
"Please punch."
Liao Yuan stood in front of Jiang Li again, his whole body as motionless as a piece of iron, ready to withstand any blow from any force.
That's 70% of the strength.
Jiang Li raised his fist again and hit the opponent's chest with a straight punch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The arena behind Liao Yuan began to break and collapse, collapsing and shattering.
Jiang Li's punch hit the opponent's body, but was directed to the ground using a unique technique.
But this monk who exuded golden light did not take a step back this time!
“I didn’t expect that among this generation of Cihang Temple disciples, there would actually be people who have practiced Heshou Zen!”
"Jiang Li is in danger this time."
On the viewing platform, Elder He of Zangjing Valley frowned. It seemed that even he was not very optimistic about Jiang Li's fighting skills.
"Senior Brother He, what's going on with this Hand-Hand Meditation? It can even catch your disciple's fist."
Next to him, the woman-looking leader of the Huichun Hall asked. Although Jiang Li was injured, his strong strength did not change much after several fights in the ring.
That is a monster that can fight back and build foundations. Is it possible that there can be another Qi training period that can rival him in the modern era? Is this possible?
Even Shushan's Golden Light Sword was defeated by Jiang Li. Is there any more evil disciple among this generation of disciples?
"This Hands-Hand Zen is a secret Zen practice by an old monster in Cihang Temple. It is very difficult to practice and the requirements for talent are also extremely astonishing."
"Those who are able to master it are all geniuses who only meet it once in a hundred years. But once it is mastered, it can be said to be unsolvable at the same level, and a single Zen skill is almost impossible to break. And the longer you practice, the more powerful the Zen attack will be."
"If Xiao Jiangli is not injured, I believe he can break the hand-joined Zen. But the really scary thing about this Zen skill is not when you are observing the Zen, but after breaking the Zen!"