Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

"Boom!"

In the sky, the roaring sound is endless.

The old monk had a charitable smile on his face, but his attacks were extremely ruthless.

The golden Buddha's light filled the sky and the earth. For just a moment, the mountains, rivers and even the void were shattered inch by inch under the illumination of the large golden Buddha's light.

The hole is empty, the hole is empty, the hole is empty, and it has the power to shatter the vacuum.

In the golden light of the sky, a touch of khaki appears particularly abrupt.

He forced him to be strong, and the breeze was blowing on the hills.

Under the protection of the Book of the Earth, Zhao Xuan stood safely in the sky and took the opportunity to understand the secrets of the Book of the Earth.

Seeing that a storm of attacks was ineffective, the old monk stopped decisively and circled around Zhao Xuan.

He looked at the earthy yellow light that enveloped Zhao Xuan, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

If he obtains a rare treasure that can defend against attacks by monks in the Cave Realm, wouldn't it be a great improvement in strength?
Looking at Zhao Xuan's slightly younger face, he suddenly had an idea.

He clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Amitabha, does the donor know why I want to take action against you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan raised his eyes and glanced at the old monk, too lazy to answer.

The grudge between him and the old monk is simple.

For the sake of the Lingmu Heart, he killed several monks from Jinguang Temple.

From a moral point of view, it seems that he was wrong in the first place, killing people and seizing treasures.

However, it is common for monks to fight each other in order to compete for cultivation resources, and monsters to devour each other in order to improve their bloodline.

He has no psychological burden on this.

Because Jinguang Temple is based in Luzhou, Beiju, it is not a good thing.

Seeing that Zhao Xuan was silent, the old monk pointed at him and said sternly: "Because the benefactor committed a heinous crime and attacked and killed six eminent monks in this temple. This alone is enough for me to crush you to ashes."

"But God has the virtue of a good life. If you are willing to convert to Buddhism and recite sutras day and night to atone for your sins, I will be willing to spare your life and spare your life."

"If you are stubborn and stubborn, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. You will be driven to pieces and you will never be reincarnated."

He didn't really want to recruit Zhao Xuan, but he wanted to seize the "Book of the Earth" from Zhao Xuan intact.

After Zhao Xuan presents the treasure, isn't it up to him to decide whether he will live or die?
Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Convert to Buddhism? Old bald donkey really knows how to dream. I'll wait until you can break through my defense."

If he hadn't summoned Doumu Yuanjun to come down to earth and kill the old monk every minute in order to understand the Book of the Earth, how could he have allowed the old monk to act so arrogantly?
The old monk had a fierce look on his face: "Niezhang, do you think that I can't do anything to you if you have a defensive weapon to defend yourself?"

"In Guiyi Realm, with the help of magic weapon, I can stop him for a while. If I continue to attack tirelessly, how long can I stop him with your magic power?"

"I'll give you one last chance, don't be stubborn."

Is this better than endurance?

A strange color flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes. He really didn't know how powerful his magic power was.

Every time the golden elixir is upgraded, his mana will increase by at least 30%.

After the fifth turn, I'm afraid it's no lower than the ordinary Dongxu realm.

Furthermore, it doesn’t take much mana to activate a treasure like the Book of Earth.

Compared with consumption, Lao He has not yet been able to compare with him.

Since the old monk wants to mess with him, let him go.

When the old monk saw that Zhao Xuan was not getting enough food and salt, he sneered: "You are a stubborn evil obstacle."

He stretched out his hand and pulled out a six-foot long sword, and slashed it at Zhao Xuan with an indifferent expression.

The overbearing and murderous sword energy instantly filled the earth and sky, sweeping all directions and destroying everything.

In his imagination, compared to fists, sword energy can consume twice as much of Zhao Xuan's mana.

Because the reckoning is not completely blocked, there is still a chance of survival. If the sword is not blocked, it will be cut in two.

He bet that Zhao Xuan didn't dare to take risks, so he had to use all his energy to deal with his Jie Dao.

Zhao Xuan originally wanted to ignore the old monk and continue to study the book from the ground.

Seeing this, my mind moved.

He used the eighty-nine mysterious skills to turn his body into a golden color.

When the knife struck down, he controlled his body and swayed. In fishing, the most important thing is patience, and you have to let the other party see hope.

Sure enough, a hint of joy flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he said loudly: "It's not too late to regret it now."

Zhao Xuan only replied: "Old bald donkey."

The angry old monk was furious and determined to teach Zhao Xuan a lesson first.

Thousand-foot-long fierce sword lights fell one after another.

Zhao Xuan was very cooperative in making various moves.

From swaying slightly, to taking a few steps back, to panting and being knocked away.

Little by little, he showed his weakness.

Only in this way can the old monk continue to attack him with all his strength.

The old monk wanted to consume him, but he was exhausted and surrendered. Why didn't he want to consume the old monk's mana and start a counterattack?

Anyway, with the book in hand, he is naturally invincible.

One day later.

The old monk looked at Zhao Xuan who looked tired, calculating that less than 70% of the mana was left in his body, and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Why hasn't this young man been exhausted?

Usually the cost of defense is greater than that of attack.

Logically speaking, even if the opposite side is the Cave Void Realm, it should be exhausted by him.

Is there some conspiracy?
But Zhao Xuan, who was panting and looking embarrassed, didn't look like he had any conspiracy.

If he stops or retreats at this moment, wouldn't he let the other party go?
Thinking of this, the old monk gritted his teeth and continued to attack.

In the final analysis, the sunk cost was too high and he was unwilling to do so.

Another point is that his cultivation strength is much higher than that of Zhao Xuan, so he can't do anything real and he can retreat at any time.

The initiative has always been in his hands.

three days later.

The old monk glanced at the mana that was only about 10% left in his body, then looked at the scarred Zhao Xuan, and once again spoke to persuade: "Niezhang, are you really not afraid of death?"

He had made up his mind, if Zhao Xuan still didn't let go, he would strike again.

Just one knife.

If Zhao Xuan cannot be killed with this sword, he will retreat first.

He could finally see that Zhao Xuan's strength was average, but the magic weapon that protected Zhao Xuan was definitely a rare treasure.

If he gets it, not to mention competing with the same level, even the Taiyi realm may not be able to do anything to him.

He sighed more than once.

I finally encountered an opportunity to harvest a high-level magic weapon, but I was about to lose it before my eyes.

The old monk was thinking wildly, but could not get an answer from Zhao Xuan.

The originally silent heart couldn't help but become active.

When he tried to persuade him to surrender before, Zhao Xuan's reply was always "old bald donkey", but this time, he was actually silent.

Does this mean that Zhao Xuan can no longer bear it?
Is he giving up?
This idea appeared in the old monk's mind and was out of control.

Three swords, three more swords.

The old monk changed his decision instantly.

Anyway, Guiyi Realm can't even touch him, so what's the point of having less mana?
He took a step forward and said with a confident smile: "You still refuse to admit defeat. Are you ready for this knife?"

This time, he didn't rush to use the knife, but gave him enough pressure.

Three swords were not much, so he had to make full use of them to force Zhao Xuan to submit.

A solemn look appeared on Zhao Xuan's face, and he stumbled deliberately.

The old monk saw the right moment and cut it off with one stroke.

(End of this chapter)