fifth form

Chapter 3320 Rich and Rich
Zhang Xuezhou does not speak carelessly about his evaluation of the Buddha's disciples.

He was also a practitioner of physical body techniques.

Unlike the Buddha's disciples, Zhang Xuezhou used magical powers to refine his skills.

This method of refinement is slightly inferior to the refinement of Qi and Blood, but even so, Zhang Xuezhou's physical body is terrifyingly robust.

If compared to the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, Zhang Xuezhou's current realm is the Great Perfection of the Golden Body, only one step away from achieving perfect circulation.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts evolved into the Will-Free Body, which allows for countless transformations of the body, while the physical body techniques can be further enhanced.

Although it is difficult to guide the body's movements, in terms of physique and strength, the physical techniques are superior to the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

In actual combat, the effect of change is very weak. It is only suitable for concealment and sneak attacks. However, cultivators who cultivate their physical bodies are not afraid of sneak attacks.

With just a simple calculation, Zhang Xuezhou could clearly see the outcome of their struggle.

"You have evaluated the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and know that the Buddha's disciple can fight me. Even if your skills are not as good as mine, they are at least eight-tenths close. Let me see if your skills are real or fake, so that I can judge whether your words are true or false!"

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second. As the most perfect person to achieve sainthood through physical cultivation, Yang Jian clearly has enough to be proud of.

Although he is not the strongest in the world, even the Three Pure Ones would have a headache if they saw Yang Jian. If they cannot defeat him in one blow, everyone will suffer from being entangled in a fight with Yang Jian. In the long run, he will surely be the victor.

He slowly straightened up from his seated position and reached out to grab Zhang Xuezhou.

A hand the size of a winnowing basket grabbed down, and Zhang Xuezhou, whose body was somewhat uncomfortable from the surge of magical power, met it with a punch.

Like a small hammer striking a large hammer, the clash of fists and palms produced a dull metallic clang.

The immense force of the impact caused the stone bench Zhang Xuezhou was sitting on to collapse instantly, while Yang Jian swayed, his towering body also becoming unstable.

"Impressive skills!" Yang Jian exclaimed.

"Fighting without reason is no fun. If you can offer a prize, we can have a friendly spar!"

Zhang Xuezhou let out a long breath, releasing the surging magical power within his body, and finally felt relieved.

His hand was slightly numb from the blow, and he was unwilling to continue being beaten. He raised the water vat with his left hand, and Zhang Xuezhou indicated that the two of them had not finished drinking tea, and that there was no point in hitting each other randomly.

"Oh, what kind of prize do you want?" Yang Jian asked, getting up while clutching his stomach.

"What kind of prizes can you offer?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"You're not guaranteed to win the prize. What if you lose?" Yang Jian asked.

"I'll also put up a prize; if you win, you take it," Zhang Xuezhou said. "How about fifty mid-grade Creation Pills for a game?"

"Ha...haha~"

"Master, we've run into the most annoying kind of cultivator!"

Yang Jian chuckled dryly, while the white dog barked incoherently.

Zhang Xuezhou spoke casually, but the prizes he offered were anything but casual.

Guanjiangkou couldn't offer the other side a prize for a game.

Yang Jian originally intended to have a friendly spar to see what was really going on, but he decided that it was better not to bother.

Winning a sparring match would be great, as fifty Creation Pills would be a windfall, but Yang Jian couldn't offer an equivalent reward.

If the stakes aren't equal, this kind of competition can't even begin.

If he manages to lose, and the prize he put together is taken by the other party, the consequences will be even more disheartening.

The brief exchange of punches was evenly matched, and Yang Jian was not confident of victory. After all, it was just a friendly spar, not a fight to the death, so it was hard to say who performed better.

“Come, come, here are fifty mid-grade Creation Pills. Let’s play a little. If you’re interested, we can play something bigger,” Zhang Xuezhou said.

"How big?" "Naturally, it's about playing with top-grade pills. Three or five are good for physical and mental health, ten or eight are a little exciting, but any more would be a bit inappropriate for sparring!"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Yang Jian.

He never expected that such a thing as being stumped by a mere three coins would happen. Seeing the magnificent buildings constructed at Guankou, Zhang Xuezhou originally thought that the other party was very wealthy, but he never expected that Yang Jian couldn't even come up with an equivalent amount of elixirs as a wager.

"What do you mean by three or five top-grade pills for physical and mental well-being? Can you even produce that?"

Yang Jian remained silent, while the white dog barked and shouted as his mouthpiece.

When Zhang Xuezhou rummaged through his small Qiankun bag and took out a top-grade Ten-Complete Tonic Pill, then a Life-Creating Pill, and finally a top-grade Qi and Blood Creation Pill, the white dog's voice immediately weakened.

"Master, I've truly seen something new today. Besides Laozi, there are actually other people in this world who can produce top-grade pills!"

The white dog lowered its head and lay on the ground, barking softly.

Wealth cannot be used for everything, but it certainly becomes a headache once it reaches a certain level.

The bet Zhang Xuezhou casually took out was a quantity of pills that even some great cultivators would find difficult to accumulate to save their lives, not to mention the top-grade pills.

For Yang Jian, whose physical body is invincible, he usually doesn't need to take pills. At most, he drinks a little tea to restore his body's qi, blood, and magical power. Pills are a very distant thing for him.

If Yang Jian were to offer two catties of tea as an equal prize, he really wouldn't be so shameless.

His face turned pale and then red, and he had to slowly lower his raised right hand.

"What, Fellow Daoist Yang thinks fifty mid-grade Creation Pills are too little for a bit of fun? Then I'll add these three top-grade pills. The effects of these three top-grade pills are quite interesting. I think they're pretty good. This one can keep you alive after a serious injury, this one forcibly heals injuries, and this one is quite common. It's just a top-grade Qi and Blood Creation Pill, at most it just replenishes more Qi and blood in a single dose, and in a purer way!"

Zhang Xuezhou spoke eloquently, while Yang Jian's slightly desperate gaze began to fall on Li Tianwang and the others, hoping that these people could lend a hand.

He never expected that a god of wealth would come to Guanjiangkou. The two sides had different levels of wealth and confidence, so they couldn't talk about gambling at all.

"Shuo Xian can refine two hundred pills at a time; he has a lot of pills!"

Jinzha gave a low reminder, and Yang Jian chuckled dryly, then clapped his hands repeatedly.

"Shuo Xian, you are truly skilled. No wonder the Heavenly Venerable favors you so much!" Yang Jian said, "It seems you have achieved success in your cultivation through alchemy and body refinement!"

"Shuo Xian can also fly; he has 50% of the Heavenly Venerable's flying ability," Mu Zha whispered a reminder.

"Hahaha~"

It can fly, it can take a beating, and it can refine elixirs. Yang Jian felt that it was just like the illegitimate child of Laozi, Yuanshi and others.

Yang Jian wasn't entirely indifferent to the affairs of the Three Realms. He usually had some understanding of the cultivators in various holy lands, but this so-called Shuo Xian seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Of course, there was also the Buddha's son whom he underestimated.

"Shuo Xian doesn't seem to be very old. If he had stood up for our Celestial Court a few years earlier, there wouldn't be any Kunlun Emperor's long-arm jurisdiction now!"

Li Tianwang sighed, feeling that Yuanshi Tianzun had discovered talent a little too late.

If it had happened a few years earlier, the Kunlun Holy Son wouldn't have had the chance to be so arrogant during this centennial celebration.

If the arrogance of the Kunlun Holy Son had been suppressed, the Celestial Court would not be in its current state.

"What jurisdiction do you have?"

Yang Jian had no interest in the affairs of the Celestial Court and only wanted to escape the awkward vortex of winning prizes. Zhang Xuezhou didn't push Yang Jian into an awkward position and casually changed the subject with Li Tianwang.

This relieved Yang Jian. As he turned his head and spat out a wave of water towards the area below the pavilion, his ten-foot-long body shrank back to the height of an ordinary person.

"The Emperor wants to merge the Kunlun Sacred Land and the Lingxiao Palace together. The fact that the secret lands are adjacent to each other is already unstable. If we add Zhu Jiuyin, who is causing trouble, and it causes chaos in the secret lands, I'm afraid we won't even have a place to live in the future!"

Li Tianwang's information is undoubtedly the most cutting-edge channel for the Celestial Court.

He sighed, feeling that the Celestial Court was full of troubles, and everyone's lives were more like living one day at a time, and they might be finished when the secret place collapsed.