Knife splashing

Chapter 44: Thunder and waves
Early in the morning, it was still dark.

Sharifei had returned to the room long ago and was sleeping on the bed with his clothes on, a jar of wine in his hands, lying on his back, snoring loudly.

In the opposite room, Wang Daoxuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, concentrating.

Inside the small courtyard, it was dark and silent.

Li Yan was still standing in horse stance beside the war drum.

After practicing all night without sleep yesterday, he finally got the rhythm under control. The vibration of the drum and the aftermath of the mantra in his mouth blended perfectly.

But this is only the foundation of practice.

Only when you use your body as a drum and make sounds like clouds and thunder, can you be considered to have entered the door.

But he was unable to take this step.

A whole day of concentration and selfless meditation has exhausted Li Yan's energy to the limit. His head is dizzy and he is exhausted.

His eyes were half open and half closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

His body had reached its limit, and with the chill of the second half of the night, his legs were stiff and numb, and he was staggering, as if he would fall at any moment.

However, Li Yan did not use the Daluo Dharmakaya.

He has experienced this situation many times.

No matter whether it is the skills of the plate or the techniques of fighting, the most difficult thing is to cross that hurdle.

It’s like a long-distance race, only by exceeding your limits again and again can you have a smooth journey.

If you use the Daluo Dharmakaya at this time, you can naturally eliminate the bad physical condition, but it is equivalent to giving up halfway and having to start all over again.

So now, he is waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, a hint of paleness appeared on the horizon.

The morning light breaks the darkness, dividing the sky into blue and black.

This ray of light caused changes in his drowsy consciousness.

It's now!

Without any hesitation, Li Yan took advantage of this change and completely forgot himself. He clapped his hands suddenly, and at the same time, he mobilized his abdominal muscles, and used the power of his chest to exhale and speak:
"Hum——!"

boom!
The sound of the drums and the mantra combined together was like thunder.

The war drums below roared and vibrated, then broke apart.

Li Yan only felt his chest trembling, and his whole body seemed to be beating a drum, with his bones, muscles, and internal organs all trembling along with it, and a tingling feeling ran through his whole body.

The divine drum, the sound of thunder and cloud, has finally been mastered!

However, he was already at the end of his strength at this time, and could not withstand the force that went straight to his internal organs. He only felt a stuffy sensation in his chest and a sweet taste in his throat, and then he fell straight to the ground.

The sound of the drum was like a thunder, waking up everyone within a hundred meters.

"Ouch!"

Sharifei, who was sleeping soundly, was so frightened that he started dancing with joy, and fell off the bed with a bang, holding the jar of wine.

Wang Daoxuan was also confused and almost lost control of his mind.

"What's going on! Did the earth dragon turn over?"

Sharifei rushed out of the door in a hurry.

Wang Daoxuan also calmed down and went to the courtyard to investigate.

Seeing Li Yan fall unconscious to the ground, Sha Lifei hurried forward to support him, while Wang Daoxuan bent down and tried to take his pulse.

"I am fine."

But at this time, Li Yan had woken up, waved his hand, and smiled, "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving..."

As he spoke, the Daluo Dharmakaya was already in operation.

The minor internal injuries quickly disappeared, and the fatigue in the body was swept away.

…………

"Oh, you still feel like eating?"

When Zhang Shitong arrived at the Taoist temple, Li Yan was still eating. He took a bowl of oil-splashed noodles and some cold beef, and squatted on the doorstep to eat it.

This guy seemed to have no way of speaking seriously. He said with a click of the tongue, "That's right. It's hard to predict life or death tomorrow. Maybe one meal will be one less."

"I'll treat you to something delicious at Qingfenglou later."

"Keep it for yourself!"

Before Li Yan could say anything, Sha Lifei next to him sneered, "If you don't know how to speak, then stop talking. Have you not rinsed your mouth for three years?"

"Haha, each other."

Zhang Shitong sneered and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

Looking at these two funny guys, Li Yan felt a headache and interrupted them to ask, "The location has been decided, where is it?"

"At 3 p.m., at the intersection of Paifang Street."

Zhang Shitong was able to distinguish the important from the unimportant. He said with a serious face, "It's close to the ferry terminal. There are brothels, gambling houses, horse and carriage inns, and there are many people from the underworld."

"It seems that the Zhou family is very confident that they can kill you in public and vent their anger."

Li Yan did not comment, "What about the rules of the competition?"

Zhang Shitong said in a deep voice: "On the three-meter-high wooden arena, you are not allowed to use weapons or magic. You can only use fists and feet. If you die or fall off the arena, you will lose."

"How big is it?"

"Ten-meter square competition."

Li Yan sneered after hearing this and said, "Red Fist is known for its flexibility, and Monkey Fist is the best among them. With such a small arena, Zhou Bai wants to fight head-on?"

Zhang Shitong nodded and said, "My father also guessed so. Zhou Bai entered the dark energy last year. He is definitely stronger than you."

"If both sides fight back and forth, using their bodies to dodge, this is not what Zhou Pan wants. I'm afraid Zhou Bai will overpower him as soon as he comes up!"

"Father's idea is to avoid his attack first. His skills are still shallow, so he can't use hidden power all the time. We should wait until he is tired, and then suddenly attack him. Only then will we have a chance to win."

"Well, thank Senior Zhang for me."

Li Yan's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were calm...

…………

After delivering the message, Zhang Shitong left in a hurry.

This competition has long since changed its nature and carries more things.

The grudge between the Li family and the Zhou family, the dissatisfaction with Zhou Pan within the Divine Fist Society, and even the open and secret struggles in Chang'an behind the scenes... In Xianyang City, there are many people who want to see the Zhou family suffer a loss.

Zhang Shitong would not talk about these things.

Li Yan could naturally see what kind of person he was in his two lives, and even these situations were within his expectations.

The appointment for the life and death contest that day was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

When his father was alive, he often told him that it was important to be well-known in the world, and it was not just for fame.

There is no so-called spiritual energy in this world. No one can conquer the world once he is born after practicing in the mountains for many years.

There is no such person as the Sweeping Monk. No matter how good your Kung Fu is, if you don't have enough experience in fighting the enemy, you will still be killed by a veteran.

According to Wang Daoxuan, the same is true for people in the Xuanmen.

No matter how good your talent is, you still need to see the world and all living beings before you can see yourself.

There is another benefit to fighting in a competition.

In this world, reputation can sometimes bring trouble, but in a sense, it is also a talisman.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he can win.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
In the courtyard, the sound of drums rang out again.

But what is different from yesterday is that Li Yan has already mastered the sound of the divine drum, the sound of thunder and cloud.

The sound of drums and thunder blend together, the chest cavity resonates with the war drum, the sound is grand, and every time it sounds, the vibration force goes straight to the fascia and internal organs, making people feel numb and tingling, as if they were struck by lightning.

He controlled the strength and practiced step by step.

Firstly, I was afraid that the remaining drums would also be broken.

Secondly, this method is very fierce. If you can't control the speed well, the fascia will be repeatedly injured and can only be repaired by the Daluo Dharma Body.

No matter how good the treasure is, it cannot withstand such squandering.

The growth of hidden power is not achieved overnight. Only with the perseverance of perseverance, combined with the daily changes in the body, can it be controlled by the mind and it will change over time.

What Li Yan needs to do is to improve his skills as much as possible before tomorrow's competition so that he can use them at the critical moment.

"To force me?"

"Can you suppress it?"

After another round of practice, Li Yan thought of the Zhou family's plan, sneered in his heart, turned his body to the side, and slapped out with his right palm diagonally.

Thirty-six rows of hands: Overlord is at ease.

Rumble…

He slapped the stone trough containing water with one palm, and it moved half a meter sideways.

After it stopped, the water in the stone trough suddenly surged up.

"Ouch, my fish!"

Wang Daoxuan suddenly looked distressed.

But when he ran over to check, he was surprised to find that the red fish in the stone trough were swimming happily, and were not affected at all...

Outside the door, deep in the old alley.

A short man squatted in the corner, eavesdropping on the drums for a long time, and finally became impatient and left in a hurry...

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"Drums?"

In the private room of Yuhe Teahouse, Yuan Qu raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I kept beating the drums."

The person who spoke was the man who had just eavesdropped. He smiled flatteringly and said, "How dare I lie to Boss Yuan? According to the neighbors, he has been knocking since yesterday. I don't know what's wrong with that kid."

"Alright, alright, get out of here!"

A tall man next to him waved his hand impatiently.

He had dark skin, wore a red robe, and a small hat with flowers on it. He was none other than Zheng Heibei, the leader of the Iron Knife Gang.

After sending away the spy, Zheng Heibei glanced at Yuan Qu and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yuan, what do you think this kid is doing?"

"I heard that he followed a famous sorcerer. Would he want to play a magic trick?"

"Haha, are you scared?"

Yuan Qu took a sip of tea and said in a neutral tone.

Although they were from the same faction, they were after all gangs that occupied the east and west of Xianyang City. They had many fights on a daily basis, and due to their personalities, they disliked each other.

Hearing Yuan Qu's ridicule, Zheng Heibei immediately said angrily: "What am I afraid of? The one who caused the trouble was obviously that coward Meng Haicheng. If he had told me earlier, I would have killed that guy directly, and there wouldn't be all these troubles now."

"If you ask me, there will be no fighting tomorrow. I will ask a sorcerer to cast a spell to curse him to death tonight!"

Although his words were rude, Zheng Heibei's eyes were extremely calm. He kept staring at Yuan Qu, as if he wanted to see something.

Yuan Qu glanced at him and sneered, "Why are you testing me? Do you really think no one knows about the Jiangzuo sorcerer you're hiding?"

"How could you have hidden those things you did from an expert? It's just that others turned a blind eye to them for the sake of your master."

"There is also the Beggars' Gang at the Mass Graveyard. Why are you provoking them? Now that the matter has come to the fore, any small move you make will only cause more trouble..."

"You don't have to lecture me!"

Zheng Heibei retorted in annoyance.

Seeing him like this, Yuan Qu's eyes also rose with anger, "Mr. Zheng, you must not make trouble at this time. I am not helping you."

As he said that, he stood up and walked to the window, put his hands behind his back and looked outside, muttering: "Remember, if that old man falls, neither of us will have an easy life!"

"The water in Xianyang City is very deep..."

Below is the intersection of Paifang Old Street.

It was almost dusk at this moment. A group of carpenters were busy at work. The towering arena had begun to take shape, and curious people surrounded it in three layers inside and outside.

Two idiots were talking and laughing in the crowd:

"Old Three, who do you think will win tomorrow?"

"Tsk, who cares who wins, as long as the fight is exciting."

"Yes, it's best to beat all the brains out..."

(End of this chapter)