The "Emperor Sutra" created by Zhang Chen himself (he in the world of reincarnation) is far beyond the god-level exercises, but it is mainly based on the cultivation after stepping on the Tribulation Bridge.
"Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Technique" is more suitable for tempering the body and transcending the limits of the physical body.
After selecting the technique, Zhang Chen then searched for suitable treasures in the system to assist his practice.
Body Tempering Spiritual Liquid: Top grade Xuan level; used to temper the physical body.
Enlightenment Flower: Middle-grade Immortal Level; enter Enlightenment and gain enlightenment.
Mysterious jade bathtub: middle grade; a bathtub made of mystical jade.
He took out these three treasures from the system, poured three hundred bottles of body-tempering spiritual liquid into the mysterious jade bathtub, and then took out an Enlightenment Flower, picked off its petals, and sprinkled them into the spiritual liquid.
Zhang Chen took off his clothes and soaked them in the body-tempering spiritual liquid, and began to practice the "Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Technique".
Taking a bath with the Immortal Supreme Treasure Enlightenment Flower to temper the body, I am afraid only he would be so luxurious.
But the effect is also obvious.
The tens of trillions of cells in his body are frantically absorbing the essence of the body-tempering spiritual fluid to nourish his physical body.
Bo~bo~bo~
The blood boils, the blood coagulates and the body is quenched.
The first level of dragon-elephant prison;
The second level of dragon-elephant prison;
The third level of dragon-elephant prison;
Three consecutive times, the essence of the body-tempering spiritual fluid was consumed, turning from emerald green to crystal clear.
"My guess is indeed correct. The human body itself is the greatest treasure. Only by cultivating the foundation to perfection can we have the opportunity to transcend the imperial realm."
Zhang Chen felt that although he was still at the tenth level of the body tempering realm, his physical strength was dozens of times stronger than before, and he had not yet reached his limit.
If it was just to break through the realm, the energy he had absorbed just now was enough to directly rush into the Yunling realm.
Zhang Chen did not continue to practice. Now his physical body has reached saturation and needs to adapt first before tempering.
A good night's sleep.
When I woke up the next day, I felt refreshed, comfortable, and full of strength.
The physical body has adapted to the soaring power, Zhang Chen took out a hundred bottles of body tempering spiritual fluid and another body tempering treasure from the system - true dragon blood.
Pour one hundred bottles of body-tempering spirit liquid into the mysterious jade bathtub, and then pour in a drop of true dragon blood.
In an instant, the emerald green quenched spiritual energy was dyed blood red, like boiling magma.
"Collect."
The body-tempering spiritual liquid mixed with the true dragon's blood was taken back into one hundred jade bottles by Zhang Chen.
True dragon blood is extremely precious, and there are only three drops in the system. It is usually used to temper the divine body after crossing the Tribulation Bridge. His current physical strength cannot withstand the power of a drop of true dragon blood.
He took out a bottle of body-tempering dragon blood and rubbed it all over his body. The skin all over his body was as red and hot as if it had been burned.
Zhang Chen uses the "Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Technique" to refine the power of the body-tempering dragon blood and merge it into the physical body.
Half an hour later, a bottle of tempered dragon blood was completely absorbed, and his physical body became a little stronger.
After getting up and tidying up, Zhang Chen went to the outer martial arts arena.
The outer sect assessment ended yesterday, and the top ten were promoted to inner sect disciples. Someone will come to pick them up today to enter the inner sect.
When we arrived at the martial arts arena, the other nine people had already arrived.
Zhang Chen saw Luo Qingchen standing alone, wearing a yellow moiré gown and a long sword tied to his back. He was cold and aloof, and no one dared to approach him.
The coldness of Luo Qingchen is unknown outside the door.
She only has kendo in her eyes and cannot tolerate anything else.
You can talk about martial arts with her.
Chat with her and won't pay you a word.
"A good swordsman has a clear heart and is born for the sword."
Zhang Chen has read countless people, and he can tell at a glance that Luo Qingchen is not the reincarnation of a great power, but a monster in this world, with admiration in his eyes.
Swordsman monsters like her were rare even in the ancient times.
Luo Qingchen frowned slightly when he saw Zhang Chen looking at him.
Yesterday, the opponent was devastated after being defeated by me, and stumbled away.
Now he seems to be a different person. Not only is he not disappointed at all, but he is in high spirits.
"You are a good opponent for being able to recover from defeat so quickly." Luo Qingchen commented in his mind.
Zhang Chen walked straight to Luo Qingchen and said with a slight smile, "Your sword skills are very good. Let's compete again if we have a chance."
"Okay." Luo Qingchen replied coldly, not caring that his defeated general just gave himself a "very good" evaluation.
She has no desire to win or lose, she just wants to keep sharpening her swordsmanship.
Not long after, a man in a blue shirt with a moire pattern walked up to the ten people, and said with a warm smile, "Congratulations to all the junior brothers and sisters on your promotion to the inner sect disciples. I am Zhao Changkong, who has been ordered to take you to the inner sect."
Zhang Chen and the other nine people returned the greeting, "I've met Senior Brother Zhao."
Since you have decided to practice cultivation again as Zhang Chen, then accept your current identity calmly.
Zhao Changkong nodded slightly and said, "Senior brothers, you all watched yesterday's competition. You deserve to be an inner disciple."
Then he looked at Luo Qingchen and praised, "This is the first time that senior brother has seen someone practice the "Chasing Cloud Sword Technique" to perfection in the body tempering realm. Even senior brother is full of praise for junior sister."
Then he looked at Zhang Chen and said with a smile on his face, "The sword technique used by junior brother yesterday was extremely domineering, far exceeding the "Cloak Sword Technique" taught by the outer sect. There must be another adventure. Senior brother also majored in sword technique, I don't know.
Could you please lend me the secret sword technique you used yesterday to my senior brother for observation?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this and looked at Zhao Changkong and Zhang Chen with strange expressions.
Kung Fu and martial arts are the lifeblood of a practitioner. Even close friends will not easily ask for Kung Fu and martial arts from others.
How could Zhang Chen not know what Zhao Changkong was thinking, so he asked with a smile, "Senior brother, you want to watch "The Thirteen Swordsman"?"
"It turns out it's called "Thirteen Slashes of the Tyrant Sword", what a good name!" Zhao Changkong couldn't help but praise it, and said with a smile, "Senior brother, I borrowed it to observe for a few days, and then I will share my insights with my junior brother. It's better than working behind closed doors.
It's a good time."
Yesterday, he saw Zhang Chen using "Thirteen Slashes of the Tyrant Sword", and its power was at least the middle level of Xuan level, or even the top level of Xuan level.
The inner disciples of the Xuanyang Sect generally only practice low-level martial arts and martial arts at the Xuan level. If they want to practice more advanced martial arts and martial arts, they must exchange them with sect contribution points.
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Zhao Changkong only practiced low-level swordsmanship at the Xuan level, and he became voyeuristic after seeing Zhang Chen use "Thirteen Sword Swordsmanship".
He checked that Zhang Chen was originally unknown in the outer sect. He must have had a chance encounter and acquired the Xuan-level swordsmanship before he became famous in the assessment.
Moreover, the other party has no backing in the Xuanyang Sect. As long as he uses both soft and hard tactics, he will definitely be able to teach him the Xuanjie sword technique.
"What if I don't borrow it?" Zhang Chen said lightly.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Zhao Changkong's smile turned gloomy for a moment, but he soon regained his smile and said, "Since Junior Brother Zhang doesn't want to borrow it, then Senior Brother won't force it. I hope Junior Brother will practice "Thirteen Slashes of the Tyrant Sword" well and don't let his unique skills become dusty." He laughed, patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder and said, "Senior brother will often consult with junior brother to see if you are practicing seriously. Junior brother must not let senior brother down."
Zhao Changkong spoke so righteously that no one could find fault with his words.
But everyone knew that he was threatening Zhang Chen. If he didn't lend him "Thirteen Swordsman", he would often come to him for "discussions" in the future.
Swords have no eyes, and it is normal to get injured during "sparring".
Zhao Changkong had no intention of letting Zhang Chen go. He shook his head and said, "Junior brother Zhang can't defeat Junior Sister Luo who practices yellow-level swordsmanship even if he practices Xuan-level swordsmanship. This shows that his training has gone awry. Now, senior brother, I will give you some guidance."<
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Luo Qingchen frowned slightly, not happy with Zhao Changkong's hypocrisy and aggressiveness.
She looked at Zhang Chen, and if the other party chose to resist, she would help him.
The other eight disciples who were promoted to the inner sect at the same time took two steps back in fear for fear of affecting themselves.
"It's okay if you want "Thirteen Slashes of the Sword." Zhang Chen clenched his fist and said, "But you have to take my punch."
"Junior brother is indeed a smart man." Zhao Changkong thought that Zhang Chen had compromised and would only find a step to take the punch. He stood up straight and said boldly, "Senior brother, I will stand here and let you punch me." There was a hint of disappointment in Luo Qingchen's eyes. If he surrendered without fighting, how could he understand the true meaning of Ba Dao?
"Brother, you'd better be careful." Zhang Chen raised his fist, glanced at Zhao Changkong and reminded, "You will die with this punch of mine."
"Death? Hahaha, junior brother is really joking...lol..."
Zhang Chen punched out. It was not any martial arts, it was not fancy, it was just physical strength, and it hit Zhao Changkong's body with a straight punch.
Boom!
Zhao Changkong's smile suddenly froze, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead. The body-protecting Qi on his body burst out with all its strength, but it had no effect. He was blasted dozens of meters away with a punch.
"I told you that this punch will kill you." Zhang Chen touched his fist and shook his head gently.
The opponent is too weak to reflect its true power.
Quiet, deathly quiet.
There were hundreds of outer disciples surrounding the martial arts arena who had been paying attention to the situation here, and they were all shocked and dumbfounded.
Luo Qingchen's pupils shrank, and fighting spirit ignited in his body. Only such an opponent is his best sword-testing stone.
"Dead, dead."
A bold disciple went to check Zhao Changkong's injuries and shouted in horror.
They didn't know the conversation between Zhang Chen and Zhao Changkong. They only saw Zhang Chen knocking Zhao Changkong away with one punch.
By beating the inner disciple to death, Zhang Chen is breaking the news!
They couldn't understand how Zhang Chen, who was only in the Body Tempering Realm, could beat an inner disciple to death with one punch?
"Senior brother just said that you have the opportunity to spar with me again." Luo Qingchen untied the sword from his back and looked at Zhang Chen with fighting spirit.
Zhang Chen smiled calmly, "Do you want to fight now?"
"Yes." Luo Qingchen nodded lightly, "Senior Brother Zhang, please fight with all your strength."
Zhang Chen understood her intention and looked at her with admiration. The more he looked at her, the more satisfied he became.
He had just beaten Zhao Changkong to death, so now is obviously not a suitable time for discussion.
But Luo Qingchen couldn't wait to fight him with all his strength, in order to let him show his true strength to Xuanyang Sect.
Although Zhao Changkong deserves to die, his words are so watertight that no one can find any reason.
If I punch him to death for this reason, I will definitely be severely punished.
Luo Qingchen understands very well that there are only two kinds of people who are not bound by the rules.
One is so powerful that he breaks the rules;
One is so evil that the person who makes the rules takes the initiative to defend him.
"Actually, I am the first type of person, but if you want me to be the second type of person, then that is as you wish."
Zhang Chen muttered something in his heart, and stepped onto the ring next to him in a cool and unrestrained manner.
The sun is shining brightly.
The martial arts arena returned to tranquility and silence.
Zhang Chen and Luo Qingchen stood facing each other on the ring.
The eyes of everyone in the martial arts arena were attracted by them.
"Please give me some advice, Senior Brother Zhang."
Luo Qingchen's voice was very pleasant, with a touch of coldness.
She is not pretending to be aloof and arrogant, but she is born that way.
Swish——
The long sword tied to her back moved with the sound, unsheathed and suspended above her.
"When will Senior Sister Luo break through the Qi Sea Realm?"
"No, there is no spiritual energy fluctuation on her body, she is still in the body tempering state!"
"Can she wield a sword without spiritual energy? How did she do it?"
When everyone saw Luo Qingchen's long sword automatically unsheathed, they all started talking in surprise.
Only when a sea of qi is formed in the body can the spiritual energy be gathered, and only then can the sword be wielded with qi.
"Use your mind to control the sword?"
An old man with gray hair and a childlike face entered the martial arts arena with several middle-aged people. Seeing this scene, he said in shock.
He is the outer sect elder Gu Qingfeng. After receiving a report that an inner sect disciple was punched to death in the martial arts arena, he quickly brought several deacons over.
"Elder Gu." A deacon next to him pointed at Zhao Changkong's body and shouted.
"Wait and deal with it first." Gu Qingfeng raised his hand to signal him not to speak, looking at Luo Qingchen with bright eyes, feeling very excited.
Only when you understand the way of the sword and achieve the unity of man and sword can you control the sword with your mind.
He is also a master of swordsmanship, and it was only at the age of thirty-five that he became one with the sword.
Luo Qingchen achieved the unity of man and sword when he was only seventeen years old, and his swordsmanship talent was unprecedented in his life.
As long as the Xuanyang Sect devotes all its efforts to training her, she will definitely become a terrifying sword fairy.
"Please." Zhang Chen drew his sword out of its sheath calmly.
Everyone saw the competition between the two yesterday, but watching them compete today, the momentum of the two was completely different from yesterday.
Her hair is like black hair, her face is like cold snow, and she is a bit lonely in the coldness.
She is the sword, and the sword is her.
The wind rises.
Blowing up Luo Qingchen's clothes and black hair.
She stared at Zhang Chen motionless.
The suspended long sword flew toward him like a stream of light.
Zhang Chen holds the knife in one hand and holds it behind his back with the other. His tall and straight body is like a mountain, standing still.
Dang——
Zhang Chen stood on the spot and lightly swung his sword to block Luo Qingchen's sword.
Sword intent is everywhere.
The sword energy takes off.
The long sword danced like a stream of light, shining out streaks of cold light under the scorching sun.
Dang——Dang——Dang——
Split, hang, collapse, block...
Every sword shot by Zhang Chen is the most basic sword style, neither slow nor hasty, smooth and smooth, but every sword can just block the flying long sword.
Gu Qingfeng's pupils shrank, "Return to nature?"
"Did Zhang Chen not use his true strength yesterday?"
He had seen Zhang Chen's sword skills yesterday, and he only relied on the power of the high-grade Xuan level to get second place. His understanding of the sword technique was still far behind Luo Qingchen's sword technique.
When Luo Qingchen saw Zhang Chen returning to his true nature with swordsmanship to block his own sword control, his fighting spirit reached its peak.
Body movement.
It turned into an afterimage and flew away.
The long sword also turned into a stream of light and flew back.
Hold the sword.
Luo Qingchen rose up lightly, his sword energy flowing horizontally, and he slashed towards Zhang Chen with one strike.
The sword gallops across the sky and the earth, and the clothes are fluttering like an immortal in the clouds.
As fast as lightning, chasing the wind and thunder, the sword never returns.
Zhang Chen's left hand was still clasped behind his back, and his right hand waved a basic sword style.
No matter how hard you attack, I will remain motionless.
The martial arts arena was quiet except for the "clang-clang" sound of swords clashing.