I am the prince in the heavens

Chapter 297 Let me adjust the realm first
For this kind of people who come to the door and want to get a beating, Li Yiyuan has always been very willing to help. When he is in a bad mood, who can refuse the sandbags sent by kind people?

Looking up at the young swordsmen in front of him, he said:

"What realm are you in?"

The leading young swordsman said proudly:

"We are all Dongxuan Middle Grade!"

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a young Dongxuan middle-grade great sword master is a genius. If Ning Que hadn't had the help of Guhe Academy, he might not be able to defeat these guys in front of him. What's more, they are still sword masters. Liu Bai's disciple, this fame alone has made countless people fearful.

Li Huiyuan nodded and said:

"Well, wait a minute, let me adjust the realm first?"

"What??"

The young man in the lead looked confused, not knowing what the other party meant, what does it mean to adjust the realm?Can things like boundaries be adjusted?
It's just that when he saw Li Hunyuan showing the aura of a middle-grade Dongxuan, he understood.Some surprised said:

"You... you... broke through?"

No wonder he was surprised, as far as he knew, not long ago, Li Yiyuan's realm was not confused, and he reached the middle grade of Dongxuan so soon?Li Yuanyuan didn't answer him, but said to himself:

"You are a swordsman? Well, I will use the sword too."

Li Hunyuan hooked his fingers, and a sword seemed to have life, and fell directly into his hands, and danced a few sword flowers casually and said:

"Come on, don't waste your time"

Li Hunyuan didn't even bother to choose the venue, so he directly fought with the opponent in the tavern.

However, such a fierce battle only lasted for a few seconds before it was over. Three seconds later, the young swordsman in charge fell to the ground.

After a few more seconds, the other two swordsmen also bowed their heads and surrendered, and their faces were swollen from being slapped by Li Yiyuan with the sword.

After another flashy swing of the sword, Li Yiyuan inserted the sword into the wooden board and left without looking back. Defeating a few little trash was nothing to be happy about. Not long after he left, the tavern collapsed!

However, these three Southern Jin swordsmen are just the beginning, and there are far more people who want to win the position by defeating Li Yiyuan. No, just two steps away on the street, a middle-aged bald monk stopped In front of Li Huiyuan.

"I am Daoji of Baita Temple, please enlighten me!"

The White Pagoda Temple is one of the holy places of the Moonland Kingdom, with a very high status, but it is more famous for its abbot, Qu Ni, the national teacher of the Moonlun Kingdom.

Ever since her son Shi Daoshi was in the wasteland, she has always wanted to put the hat on the academy's head, but because of the lack of evidence, she dared not attack Tang directly. Now that Li Yiyuan has become the president of the academy, naturally He would not let it go, and directly sent a handful of experts from Baita Temple to find Li Yiyuan's bad luck.

Although this middle-aged bald head is obviously not a younger generation, Baitasi doesn't care about this. After all, bullying the small by the big has always been their tradition.

As usual, Li Huiyuan asked:
"What realm are you?"

"The poor monk has practiced painstakingly for more than 30 years, and he is already at the peak of Dongxuan!"

Slightly nodded, after 30 years of painstaking practice, he had only reached the peak of the cave, and he looked like a half-bad material. The aura on his body flowed again and became stronger. Then, under the shocked gaze of the other party, Li Xuanyuan's aura instantly climbed to the top of the cave. Xuan Dianfeng.

"you?!!"

However, what shocked Daoji even more was yet to come. Li Yiyuan's aura was as round and thick as the earth, and there was a faint Buddha light appearing around him. This is clearly the unique symbol of Buddhist monks, and it is carved out of the same mold as his aura the same!
"How is it possible? Are you a Buddhist cultivator?"

Is this different from what I said before?Isn't the opponent a great swordsman?
Li Hunyuan didn't answer him. He had seen that kind of gaze too much, and it was starting to become numb. He slowly stretched out his palm and said softly:
"Tianqing Great Handprint!"

The huge golden palm blasted out brazenly, and the gust of wind swept across the entire block in an instant. It was indeed Tianqingzong's housekeeping ability, Tianqing's big handprint, Daoji still exerted all his strength to resist it, but the purpose of that big hand was beyond him. In his mind, that kind of power is far beyond what he can use himself.

After a whirlwind, the winner will be decided, even if the opponent desperately resists, this trick of his own unique skill still breaks the defense!Instantly vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Standing up with difficulty, Daoji said in shock:
"How did you know my Buddha Sect's Tianqing Mahamudra?"

Li Yuanyuan walked to Daoji's side and said:

"If you want to know, let your world walk to ask, you...you can't!"

The master at the top of Dongxuan was still instantly killed by Li Hunyuan.

After that, every time Li Yiyuan met a monk who came to challenge him, he would ask in advance, "What realm are you?", and then become exactly the same realm as the other party in the surprised eyes of the other party.And not only the realm but also the faction of the other party's cultivation are exactly the same, are you a great swordsman?Just right, me too!Are you Buddhist?Is this a coincidence?Me too!Are you a great read teacher?Say it earlier, me too.

What's more, no one can survive three rounds against Li Yiyuan even if they are in the same realm and with the same unique skills.

As Li Yiyuan defeated more and more people, there were more and more mysteries about him, constantly refreshing other people's cognition.No one knows how many secret methods he knows, and no one knows where the limit of the realm he can reach is. His realm depends on the opponent, not on himself.

The next day, Li Yuanyuan traveled around the Southern Jin Dynasty as usual, and met a new challenger, but this challenger was a little different from the others, with white hair and beard. Judging by the age, it is obviously already eight or ninety years old.More importantly, the old man was wearing the religious robe of the Guangming Temple in Xiling, and there were several congregants following behind him, obviously his status was not low.

Passers-by saluted reverently after seeing such an old man.

The reason why he is so respectful is because the other party is the priest of the Guangming Palace in Xiling, and in the Guangming Palace, his status is second only to Zhao Yun, the great priest of Guangming.

(End of this chapter)