Chapter 245 The third level, several generations of cultivation, in exchange for a moment of fun
After a night, Xu Zhiqiong, who was covered with bruises, cracked open a watermelon and handed it to Lu Tiha.
"Eat it, keep it cooked."
Ruda ate the watermelon and sighed: "I never thought that the Sa family would be defeated by you."
Xu Zhiqiong snorted coldly: "Why don't you accept it? If you lose, you lose! Let's leave as soon as you finish eating."
"Don't be busy eating the melon," Lu Tiha put down the watermelon, "You can show the Sajia one more time the method you just used, and the Sajia will be satisfied."
He was talking about Xu Zhiqiong's sixth-level skills.
"Now that Tichah has spoken, brother, can I still refuse to agree?"
Xu Zhiqiong stood up and suddenly disappeared.
Ruda sat there, blinked his eyes, and soon showed a satisfied smile.
After laughing, Xu Zhiqiong appeared, Luda nodded and said: "The Sa family is satisfied, so go to the Sa family!"
Luda stood up, and Xu Zhiqiong shouted to Luda: "Tiha, you are a hero, but heroes also like good girls. This is not a shameful thing."
"Sajia doesn't feel ashamed. If you come again in the future, remember to have a drink with Sajia."
"Not only do we want to have a drink, let's go to Gou Lan together."
"You are a cheerful person!" Ruda laughed loudly, "The Sa family likes that kind of state."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ruda stood up and jumped into the abyss.
Looking at the broken watermelons on the ground, Xu Zhiqiong really didn't know how he survived this test.
The strength of the killer, the speed of the judge, and the physique of the bear god.
The upgraded version of Lutiha is impeccable.
In Xu Zhiqiong's inner world, he could not imagine a more terrifying opponent than this.
Ruda's only weakness is that when his concentration is loosened, flaws will be revealed.
Not only him, but everyone is the same. During the battle, as long as you are not focused enough, there will be flaws.
And every flaw may lead to a fatal blow.
Forcing the opponent to show weaknesses is the core of the sixth-level skills.
In order to fight Luda, Xu Zhiqiong created a sixth-level skill!
After defeating this seemingly impossible opponent, Xu Zhiqiong honed his sixth-grade skills to the best of a hundred.
After gaining meritorious service and being promoted to the sixth rank, Xu Zhiqiong's strength will be at least as good as Qian Limu's.
It’s time for the third level.
Xu Zhiqiong sat in the watermelon field, quietly waiting for his next opponent.
The injuries were serious, with many bones broken and many joints dislocated. They were all real injuries.
There is not much energy left, and my eyelids are so heavy that I can fall asleep even if I close my eyes for a while.
Can you still fight when you meet a third opponent?
I'm just afraid that if the guy blows a breath, he will fall down.
Why don't we just stop here?
Aren’t you satisfied with picking one out of a hundred?
A cold wind surged up from the abyss, blowing on the scarred cheeks, which was quite pleasant.
Xu Zhiqiong closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.
After sleeping for a while, a cold murderous aura suddenly blew on my face.
"Zhiqiong, don't sleep until you defeat the bastard in the third level before you sleep!"
In this world, there is only one person whose murderous intent makes Xu Zhiqiong feel close to him.
He is also there, in this untouchable state of mind.
Yes, I can’t sleep!
Xu Zhiqiong opened his eyes.
There will be no more than three judges who have passed the three levels.
Now there is one more person, and that person is me!
Even the upgraded version of Lu Tiha was defeated, I don’t believe anyone can stop me!
It seemed like someone was coming, Xu Zhiqiong clenched his fists.
After clenching it for a while, he let go of his fist again.
He suddenly felt a little itchy on his face, scratched it with his hands and felt some hairs.
hair?
Why is there hair on my face?
Not only is hair growing on my face, but also on my body.
What's going on?
Could it be that the third level is some kind of strange virus?
How to fight the virus?
No, it's not a virus.
Xu Zhiqiong touched his cheek and felt a bit familiar.
…
Qian Limu stayed by Xu Zhiqiong's side for the whole night. He thought Xu Zhiqiong would not be able to survive, but he did not expect that at dawn, his breath changed again.
This guy passed the second level!
Was it a draw or a win?
Seeing as he hasn't woken up yet, he seems to have won the battle!
Could it be said that he broke into the third level?
A wave of jealousy surged into his heart, Qian Limu stood up and said: "Brother, you are so lucky, I don't need my brother to care about you anymore. Let me go to the fence to get some air. You wish for your own happiness!"
Qian Limu turned around and left the bedroom, then came back and sat by the bed.
"Fortunately, you are in a state of mind where you cannot see my brother, otherwise I would have made you laugh.
What happened to my brother? This jealousy is burning, but even I feel ashamed.
Brother, you are so talented and will eventually become a hero of our Taoist sect. Being able to help you here is considered a blessing to me."
Qian Limu continued to apply medicine to Xu Zhiqiong, and suddenly noticed changes in Xu Zhiqiong's body.
He didn't see Xu Zhiqiong's hair.
He only saw an additional mark on Xu Zhiqiong's forehead.
Why is this mark getting deeper and deeper?
…
A monk sat cross-legged in front of Xu Zhiqiong, clasped his palms together and said: "Wukong, why are you selling watermelons here if you don't follow my teacher to learn the scriptures?"
Xu Zhiqiong scratched his cheek and said, "Selling watermelons is pretty good."
"Wukong, have you forgotten the oath you swore under Wuzhi Mountain? Have you forgotten the agreement you made with your master?"
Xu Zhiqiong nodded and said: "Master, I feel that I am not needed on the journey of seeking Buddhist scriptures. Since you have driven me away, just let me do my duty as a businessman."
As they chatted about each sentence, Xu Zhiqiong was observing the monk's characteristics.
Since he is in the third level, he is definitely more difficult to deal with than the upgraded version of Luda.
But why is he so difficult to deal with?
"That's good, that's good," the monk sighed, "Wukong, since you are stubborn and don't understand, don't blame me for being ruthless as a teacher."
He's going to recite the tightening curse.
"Master, some things cannot be forced!" Xu Zhiqiong quietly approached the monk, preparing to kill him with one strike.
Although he was covered in monkey hair, he had no special feelings for Tang Seng. Even if he beat Tang Seng to death here, he would not feel any guilt in his heart.
Tang Seng was about to speak, and Xu Zhiqiong was about to take action, but Tang Seng was one step faster.
The golden hoop suddenly tightened, and severe pain hit him instantly. Xu Zhiqiong felt that his head was deformed, his brain was rolling, his scalp was exploding, and his eyes were about to fly out of their sockets.
In my previous life, no matter whether I read a book or watched a TV show, I never had such a real experience. Who would have thought that this tight curse is so vicious.
After reading for a moment, Xu Zhiqiong lay on the ground, rolling and struggling, and kept vomiting.
The monk stopped and wanted to comfort Xu Zhiqiong. Xu Zhiqiong suddenly stood up, looked at Tang Monk and said:
"If you chant the curse, I'll have a headache!"
Make a reasonable argument.
"If you don't recite the curse, I won't have a headache!"
Reasonable inference.
"you……"
Xu Zhiqiong did not say the most critical unreasonable inference.
He felt like his lips were being sewn shut.
Does this monk know magic?
But Xu Zhiqiong didn't smell any spell.
He had no movement or trace of casting a spell.
Is he faster than Rutisha?
Xu Zhiqiong gave up the famous method and wanted to use Yin Yang magic.
He separated the Yin Qi and Yang Qi, but the Qi automatically bypassed Tang Seng.
He didn't seem to have done anything, but his breath moved away automatically.
Does he have such profound magical powers?
While thinking about it, the monk had already begun to recite the tightening mantra.
Severe pain struck, and Xu Zhiqiong rolled with his head in his arms.
The lethality of the tightening curse is too great, and Xu Zhiqiong can be instantly incapacitated every time.
After reading for a quarter of an hour, Tang Monk stopped, squatted next to Xu Zhiqiong and said: "Wukong, I know you feel aggrieved. I drove you away because of my teacher, but I still need you on my way to obtain scriptures, so just follow me."
Master, let’s go.”
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "If you need it, I will follow you. When you don't need it, kick me away?"
Tang Monk sighed: "This is your fate. With the golden hoop on your head, you are destined to follow me as your master, and you can't do without me at all times."
Xu Zhiqiong puzzled: "Who can't live without whom?"
Tang Monk smiled and said: "There are thousands of people who want to learn scriptures from my teacher, but my teacher has taken a fancy to you and given you the opportunity. Naturally, you can't live without my teacher."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Since I can't live without you, why do you come to me? Wait until I come to you!"
Tang Monk shook his head and sighed: "Wukong, why are you stubborn? I know that you feel wronged. If you really want to hit me twice, you can do it. I sit here and let you hit me."
After saying that, Tang Seng sat next to Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong looked at the monk, smiled and said: "Master, monks don't lie. When I beat you, you are not allowed to recite the curse."
The monk thought for a moment and said: "Master, if you don't want to recite the mantra, you can hit me. Remember, just two times."
Master, don't worry.
It doesn't take two, I can kill you with one!
Xu Zhiqiong suddenly disappeared, looking for the most suitable opportunity to strike.
He says he is a monk and does not lie, but what if he breaks his promise? What should he do if he recites a mantra?
Xu Zhiqiong tried to close the distance with the monk until he put his hand on the monk's neck.
It only takes one strike to break his neck.
Even if he suddenly recited a spell and endured the pain, he could still break his neck.
Xu Zhiqiong put his hand on the monk's cervical spine. The monk did not resist or recite a mantra.
Succeeded so easily?
Xu Zhiqiong closed his fingers and was about to break the monk's neck, but his wrist failed to exert any strength.
Just like the first time he met a crew-cut man, Xu Zhiqiong's wrists seemed to be restrained.
That's right, he is bound, bound by a golden hoop.
The gold hoop is not only on the head, but can also be seen on the wrist.
At this moment, Xu Zhiqiong finally understood the monk's method.
He has no powerful spells or great power.
But he has some kind of rules, rules engraved in Sun Wukong's soul, rules that cannot be broken.
Sun Wukong cannot harm Tang Seng.
No wonder so few people pass the third level!
The third level has insurmountable rules!
Just like this golden hoop, it's not just on the head.
It bound every joint in Xu Zhiqiong's body.
Zhonglang is fearless, not only must he be fearless against strong enemies, but what is more terrifying than strong enemies are the invisible rules!
No matter how powerful Lu Tiha is, when fighting him, both sides are fighting fairly.
But under the constraints of the rules, Xu Zhiqiong was tied up and beaten!
If he could not break the restraint, Xu Zhiqiong would not be able to defeat the monk in front of him.
Tang Monk turned around, looked at Xu Zhiqiong, smiled and said: "Wukong, you have beaten me."
"Yes!" Xu Zhiqiong agreed.
Tang Monk smiled and said, "One more thing. Please finish it quickly. I have something to say to you."
Xu Zhiqiong said: "If you have anything to say, you might as well say it now."
Tang Monk said: "If you don't want to fight, just go and get scriptures from my teacher."
If I had promised him to learn the scriptures, this level would have failed.
Not only did you fail this level, you also failed this life.
"Master, what if I insist on refusing to learn the scriptures?"
"Then I won't embarrass you as a teacher," the monk said with a smile, "I will recite the mantra until you are willing to follow me."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Master, you are so kind and you are not embarrassed at all."
"Then I read it?"
"Wait! We have to fight again!"
The monk shook his head and sighed: "Why worry about this? You have no chance. You can't hurt my teacher. This is your fate!"
Xu Zhiqiong smiled slightly: "It depends on where the injury is. Some injuries cannot be healed if they are not smoothed."
The monk smiled and said: "Wukong, I say it again, you can never hurt my master."
Xu Zhiqiong rubbed his forehead and tightened the golden hoop onto his deformed forehead.
This is an eminent monk, the eminent monk among eminent monks.
It takes a lot of effort to conquer him.
…
At nightfall, Xu Zhiqiong's monkey hair fell off and he sat next to the monk.
The monk lowered his head, looked at his waist, and said with a sad expression: "Wukong, how many lives of my cultivation have been destroyed in the illusion?"
Xu Zhiqiong said with a smile: "You have never released your yang in your life, are you happy this time? Look how many watermelons you broke?"
The monk gritted his teeth and said, "It's because I'm so merciful to you. When you perform illusions, if I use a tight spell, I can make you lose your soul!"
"That's not an illusion, it's much more advanced than an illusion!"
"No matter what method you use, I will kill you! It's all because of my kindness..."
Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and sighed: "As a monk, I don't lie. Don't break the precept!"
The monk was unconvinced and said: "Why did I lie?"
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "You have been kind to many people, but you have never been soft on Sun Wukong."
The monk said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Xu Zhiqiong looked at the monk and said, "Besides Sun Wukong, your tightening curse has been useful to who else?
Is it useful in front of the scorpion spirit? Is it useful in front of the jade rabbit spirit? Is it useful in front of the spider spirit?
When you see a monster, your tight spell never works.
When you meet the devil, your tight spell is of no use.
When you reach Shituoling and fight to the point of despair, Zhu Bajie wants to abandon you, and even Monk Sha wants to divide your luggage. Has your tight spell ever been useful?
Your ability to recite incantations is used to humiliate Sun Wukong, the unparalleled hero who sincerely guards you, protects you, and accompanies you to learn scriptures!"
The monk gritted his teeth and said: "The golden hoop on your head is to cure you!"
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "The Yuan Yang has dissipated and the cultivation level has been ruined. Why are you still telling me these things?"
After saying that, Xu Zhiqiong took off the golden hoop on his head.
The monk shouted angrily: "You, how dare you? Do you know the origin of this golden hoop? Do you think you can really take it off?"
Xu Zhiqiong crushed the golden hoop into a ball and threw it under the cliff.
He reached into his chest again, took out another blood-gold hoop from his chest, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at the foot of the cliff.
"The golden hoop on my head is gone, and the golden hoop in my heart is gone, what else can you do to me?"
The monk lost his mind, stood up slowly, walked to the side of the abyss, turned back to Xu Zhiqiong and said: "Wukong, after you put aside your distracting thoughts in the world, you can follow me to learn the scriptures."
Xu Zhiqiong smiled: "Elder, when you become more diligent in your cultivation, I will take you to goulan!"
The monk sighed: "Wukong, you can't live without being my teacher..."
Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward and kicked the monk into the abyss.
…
Qian Limu was sweating profusely and kept using various medicinal materials on Xu Zhiqiong. Seeing that his breath was getting weaker and weaker, he was helpless.
"Brother, if you can't bear it, you give up. After winning the second level, you are already stronger than your brother, but you are envied by so many people!"
Qian Limu kept calling in his ears, hoping that Xu Zhiqiong would hear him.
Xu Zhiqiong suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, looked at Qian Limu and said, "Brother Qian, what time is it?"
Qian Limu was surprised: "Brother, have you passed the third level?"
Xu Zhiqiong nodded.
Qian Limu said with a smile: "My talent is unparalleled, but I let my brother see it today."
Xu Zhiqiong looked calm. When he saw the porcelain dolls on the table and the two beautiful dancers, Xu Zhiqiong's eyes lit up: "What is this?"
Qian Limu looked ashamed and said, "Brother, I can't help you. Last night, I couldn't bear it anymore. I went to Goulan just to buy this thing. Brother, I..."
"That's unreasonable!" Xu Zhiqiong gritted his teeth and looked at Qian Limu.
Qian Limu lowered his head and said nothing.
Xu Zhiqiong said angrily: "You only bought one pair?"
"Uh, he, he just sold a pair."
"Are you still selling it tonight?"
"Brother, I can't say that!"
Xu Zhiqiong stood up and said: "Let's go and have a look. Even if there is no porcelain doll, you can't miss the main show!"
Qian Limu was confused: "Brother, don't rush now, let's wait until you recover from your injury!"
"I can't wait any longer!" Xu Zhiqiong took off his blood-stained clothes, changed into new clothes, washed his face and said, "My skills are not mature yet, I need to practice hard, and I can't waste a moment!"