Chapter 212: The Cudgel of Subduing the Tiger and Subduing the Dragon
Jiang Li put away the insulating moss in the room, pushed the door open and left the refining room.
Outside, it was indeed everywhere, filled with that familiar noise.
This Cihang Temple is indeed a large sect where all members practice physical training.
The sound of various blows every day was ten times more lively than the construction site.
It was much more exaggerated than when Jiang Li and his other brothers were practicing.
At this time, a young novice monk next to him saw Jiang Li coming out and immediately stepped forward to join his hands and salute him.
"Senior Brother Jiang, Elder He and Uncle Liao Chi are waiting in the Longhu Courtyard. Senior Brother, please come with me."
Jiang Li looked at the sky. He could only practice a sword embryo, and most of the day had passed. He didn't know what Elder He and Senior Brother Xiang were doing now.
"Then, thank you, Junior Brother."
Jiang Li did not doubt that he was there. After thanking him, he followed the young novice to the Dragon and Tiger Courtyard as he mentioned.
Before they even entered the door, bursts of cheers could be heard from inside. This sound sounded familiar to Jiang Li. In the past, when he and his fellow apprentices were fighting in the arena at the Fumo Hall, the crowd of onlookers basically shouted like this.
Pushing open the door and entering the Longhu Courtyard, he saw Senior Brother Xiang Yuanba who had swelled into a devilish muscular man on a training ground.
This kind of physical cultivation secret method that expands the body shape and increases strength is quite common. Among the ten physical cultivation methods, at least four or five have mastered similar methods.
For example, the person opposite Senior Brother Xiang is also about 2.78 meters tall, with bulging muscles, like a golden balloon that has been inflated.
Jiang Li is also a physical practitioner, so of course he can do this, and it is an ancient inheritance obtained from the Sutra transmission hall.
But the appearance of using this kind of secret technique is really ugly. As far as senior brother Xiang Yuanba is concerned, if it weren't for the obvious blood pattern on the sacred mountain, Jiang Li would not be able to recognize it.
And while it increases strength and physique, it also limits speed and agility. It's hard to say whether it increases or weakens it for him, so he hasn't used it a few times yet.
"Master, I'm here."
"I met the Crazy Mage."
Jiang Li walked to Elder He, and after greeting them, he then looked at the situation in the field.
However, he is still a bit confused and does not quite understand what is happening on the scene.
Brother Xiang, whose height had swelled to about three meters, stood opposite Monk Vajra, who was only half a head shorter.
They didn't move or dodge, they just stood there, punching each other in turn.
Behind them, there were fragments of pottery jars scattered on the ground.
It can be seen that behind the two people, there were originally many water bottles, but at this time, there were only three or four water bottles left behind them.
"Get ready, it's your turn next."
Elder He sat on the chair very calmly, tilted his head and talked to Jiang Li. Elder He had already been vaccinated on the road about this competition, so Jiang Li was not surprised.
But, what kind of fighting method is this?
"Okay master, but what is going on?"
Jiang Li could roughly guess that those water jars and clay pots were not just decorations, but what their specific functions were and what the specific rules of this competition were, he still didn't understand for a while.
"This is Cihang Temple's physical training and literary struggle. You will understand after you take a look at it."
boom!
At this time, it was Fa Cheng's turn to take action.
A fist the size of a millstone flew out and hit Senior Brother Xiang Yuanba directly in the abdomen.
Jiang Li was speechless, what kind of literary fight did this come from?
This punch hit Senior Brother Xiang hard, and the strong force penetrated his body, directly exploding two of the water vats behind him.
A small crack also appeared on the ground under Senior Brother Xiang's feet. The crack continued to split and spread backwards, containing the force he had dumped into the ground.
And one of the spreading forces happened to reach the bottom of the last water tank.
With a click, a crack immediately emerged from the wall of the jar, and the water inside the pottery jar seeped out from the gap, gurgling to the ground.
It almost broke.
"Haha, Lao He, your disciple seems to be in danger."
Master Liaochi and Elder He have been friends for a long time. Back then, they were still on the same level as each other.
However, the Beast Blood Atlas can not only increase strength, but also speed up cultivation. Gradually, Master Liaochi began to fall behind, and today the gap between the two sides is very obvious.
If he can't beat him, then he can only let his disciples bear the expectations. Now that Facheng has the upper hand, he is naturally very proud.
This so-called literary battle is a competition method developed by the physical practitioners of Cihang Temple.
Literary fighting is not like normal fighting, where you use all possible means, and one party must fall to the ground before the winner can be determined.
This "literary fight" is based on the five aspects of "boxing, guarding, control, discharging, and stepping".
Just like this time, the aspect they are competing on is the method of unloading force in body cultivation.
The two stood opposite each other, attacking each other with their feet immovable. The criterion for victory was not that one side fell to the ground, but the water tank behind the other side.
The first to break all the water tanks behind the opponent is the winner.
This special form of competition is not about unified strength, but about using the body to withstand the force as much as possible, and passing the attack evenly through the force-relieving method.
If the granules intercepted by the physical body are too small, the shock wave will directly shatter a large water tank. If the unloading technique is not perfect enough and the force transmitted from the ground is not uniform enough, the water tank will also be blown to pieces.
Senior Brother Xiang's strength should not be inferior to that of his opponent, but he was not used to this kind of competition, so he still fell into a disadvantage.
At this time, Jiang Li noticed that the blood lines on Senior Brother Xiang's right arm began to emit a faint red light.
It was a majestic lion with an exploding mane. Its arms, which were already thicker than pillars, swelled again, roaring with a heavy lion's roar, and then hammered over.
Roar!
When the fist rubbed against the air, there was a sound like a lion's roar.
He punched Monk Facheng, and before the opponent could release his force, the surging punch turned into a lion's head and shot out. Then the lion's head exploded into billowing waves, which spread out with the force of his fist.
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Bang bang bang bang bang!
There were five explosions in a row.
When it came into contact with the sound wave of the lion's roar that carried the power of the fist, the four water tanks behind Monk Facheng exploded simultaneously in an instant.
But in addition, the cracked vat behind Senior Brother Xiang could not withstand the aftermath and broke into several pieces.
draw!
Elder He, who was sitting in the seat, seemed to be slightly relieved. It was obvious that even he did not want to lose to his old friend.
After the two of them left, almost all the monks present turned their attention to Jiang Li.
His eyes were full of golden light and he was eager to try. It was obvious that all the monks present wanted to challenge him.
After all, Cihang Temple attaches great importance to its reputation as the strongest sect in mountain body cultivation, but Elder He's lineage, with a small population, can be compared with them in the world of immortal cultivation.
How can they endure this situation? Therefore, whenever there is an opportunity, this group of passionate monks will challenge to rectify the name of Cihang Temple.
The draw just now obviously did not satisfy them, but Xiang Yuanba had just finished a match, and he could not be shameless enough to challenge him, so he could only target the Demon King Jiang Lijiang, who was also a disciple of Elder He.
"Is he Jiang Li, the top one on the white list and the strongest disciple of the Sutra Valley today?"
"It should be correct. Yesterday I saw him flying over on a wooden dragon. It was exactly the same as the one in the Misty Mountains Competition."
"But isn't Jiang Li a disciple of Elder He?"
"Look at him like that, is he really a physical practitioner?"
Jiang Li's well-proportioned body shape after foundation building is quite confusing. From the current mainstream concept, a strong body does not necessarily mean a good physical fitness, but a thin body will most likely not be a good athlete.
"I see how skinny he is, but he doesn't look like someone with real abilities."
A monk touched his knotted muscles. The solid feeling of strength made him very satisfied. But what was there on Jiang Li?
"Junior brother, don't be too harsh on him. Although he is number one on the white list, he is just a group of juniors in the Qi refining stage. No matter how strong he is, how strong can he be?"
The implication is that Jiang Li only has a false reputation.
"Amitabha, please don't lie. Donor Jiang has indeed defeated the poor monk. If you have any doubts, why not step forward and challenge him? You will know after a try."
The one who spoke was Liao Yuan who was standing in the crowd. When he opened his mouth, those disciples didn't dare to speak anymore.
He joined his hands and meditated, and he was not an unknown person in Cihang Temple.
When he entered Buddhism, he was an ordinary man, but he was suddenly accepted into the disciples of Kongmu Divine Monk. This incident caused a great uproar at that time.
Although on the surface, few people dared to speak wild words about him, the rumors and rumors spawned by various jealousies never stopped among the disciples of Cihang Temple.
It wasn't until Yuan Xiu completed the Heshou Zen that he endured two hundred and eighteen blows from the Tiger Stick in a defensive test as soon as he appeared on the stage, directly breaking the record of contemporary Foundation Establishment disciples. He became famous in this battle, and no one dared to doubt him anymore.
Qualifications to become a disciple of Kongmu Divine Monk.
And Jiang Li could defeat him head-on, so naturally he couldn't be someone just trying to gain fame.
"In that case, let the poor monk come and ask for advice."
"The poor monk understands, how dare the donor Jiang Li compete with the previous one!"
A person jumped out from the crowd, but he was a disciple of the dead old monk Konge, also for the sake of understanding.
Although he also wanted to be a disciple of his generation, due to his master's status and treatment in various aspects, he always had a bad fate in the end, and he had already felt jealousy in his heart.
And he was in the late stage of foundation building. When he learned that Jiang Li had just established foundation, he often jumped out to challenge him.
Jiang Li has defeated Yuan. If he can defeat Jiang Li here, wouldn't it prove that he is better than Jiang Li? This is what he thinks.
Master Liao Chi above him frowned, but before he could say anything to stop him, Elder He nodded.
Jiang Li didn't care about the other party's arrogance, smiled, walked out from behind Elder He, and stood directly in the center of the venue.
"There is nothing I dare not do in Xiajiangli. I just don't know much about the competition rules in your temple. Master, please tell me what to compete with."
Hearing Jiang Li's words, the other party's eyes lit up and he spoke hurriedly.
"Then I won't bother the benefactor and let the poor monk choose. Why don't we compete in defense?"
Cihang Temple's physical training is good at cultivating the golden body, and its defensive ability is very advantageous at the same level.
Disciples of Elder He's lineage have the Beast Blood Chart in their bodies, and their basic attributes such as strength and speed are even more powerful.
This Tiaotong was a shameless smart man. He pretended to think for a moment, and then chose the test that was most beneficial to him.
But among the crowd, Master Liaoyuan shook his head helplessly.
He had personal experience of how thick the skin of Jiang Li, the number one on the white list, was. Having freed Heshou Zen, he tried his best but failed to break through Jiang Li's defense.
Comparing this with him is not just looking for trouble.
However, the popularity of Master and Disciple Na Luotong was extremely low, so no one reminded him, and the competition was settled directly.
The rules of this imperial battle are very simple.
In the Longhuyuan, there is a long stick magic weapon, the power of which is equivalent to the Water Fire Stick in the Qi Refining Stage, the Fuhu Stick in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the Dragon Subduing Stick in the Pill Formation Stage.
The disciples are asked to stand still, remove the defensive magic weapon, and only bear the attack of the long stick magic weapon with their physical body. The one who persists to the end is the winner.
The two sides stood facing each other. Monk Liao Tong immediately lowered his waist, his whole body was covered with a layer of gold paint, and he immediately prepared for the strongest defense.
But Jiang Li just stood there, as if standing loosely.
This is when a disciple took two long striped sticks and activated them with a flick of his hand.
Bang bang!
A dull blowing sound came out.
The power of this Fuhu Stick is not small, it is indeed equivalent to the attack power of an ordinary foundation-building monk.
For the first time, both parties could bear it and looked at each other without changing their expressions.
At the eleventh stroke, the golden light on Liao Tong's body began to dim, while Jiang Li was still calm and calm.
On the twenty-third blow, Liao Tong's body-protecting golden light suddenly shattered, and a thick stick mark appeared on his back.
On the twenty-ninth blow, Liao Tong spurted out a mouthful of blood, looking sluggish.
On the thirty-third blow, Liao Tong fell to the ground, his bones broken and his menstruation broken, his eyes rolled white and he completely lost consciousness.
However, Jiang Li opposite him still looked the same as before, with fluttering clothes and a cool and calm look.
"Everyone from Cihang Temple, please come!"
Jiang Li made a regretful expression, and extended his hand to invite other disciples to join the relay.
This expression, interpreted in the eyes of many monks, was a complete provocation. Immediately, another person jumped out and stood in front of Jiang Li.
The Fuhu stick was flying up and down, but this disciple was so strong that he withstood forty-two sticks before he was dragged out of the field.
Jiang Li couldn't help but sigh at this, then he grabbed the Fuhu stick on the opposite side and beat himself with both sticks.
Jiang Li actually enjoys this feeling. His body dominance technique is just a little bit close to being able to break through to the eighth level. Now he needs someone to beat him.
But his action stimulated the monks present even more.
They took out a bunch of Fuhu sticks directly from the warehouse, and then went on stage one after another to confront Jiang Li.
Then every time a monk loses, he will take away the opponent's Fuhu Stick and add it to himself.
This beating lasted from dawn to dusk, and there were already fifty tiger sticks falling on Jiang Li like raindrops.
Among them, the number of sticks has already exceeded Yuan's previous record by countless times.
This group of Cihang Temple disciples also deeply understood what despair is and what powerlessness is.
The guy on the opposite side is not a human at all. With such intensive attacks from the Fuhu Stick, even a defensive magic weapon has already turned into scrap metal.
But Jiang Li actually looked like he was enjoying himself.
At this time, Liao Yuan, who had kept his hands clasped together, walked out holding two long sticks with golden scale patterns.
"Donor Jiang, how about we try this stick?"
That is the dragon-subduing stick that has reached the elixir-forming stage!