From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 193 I heard that you are looking for me [5K big chapter! Please subscribe! Please vote for the monthly ticket! ]

"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Ahhh! You're just a pig! I'm going to slaughter you, and then I'm going to slaughter all of your Chinese cultivation world!!"

Qichuan Feng went completely insane, waving the Ame-no-Murasakumo sword indiscriminately on the platform like a madman.

Zheng Zhaoyuan's finger gestures became faster and faster, and the incantations he chanted became more and more urgent, and all the blood mist completely poured into Qi Chuanfeng's body.

The most important thing is that everyone can see that as the blood mist flows into Qichuan Feng's body, the balance of victory on the stage has slowly tilted towards Zheng Zhaoyuan.

"Tai Shang Tai Xing, constantly responding to changes
Exorcise evil spirits, protect life and body

Wisdom is clear and the mind is peaceful

The three souls are eternal, and the spirit will never be lost.

The more Zheng Zhaoyuan recited, the more anxious he became, and Qichuan Feng became more and more crazy. In the blink of an eye, the entire platform was chopped into pieces by the sword of Ama-no-Murakumo.

"Edict!"

Zheng Zhaoyuan shouted loudly and pointed his fingers in the direction of Qichuan Feng.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Countless small holes immediately exploded under Qi Chuanfeng's skin, making crackling sounds, and even many holes exploded on his face and head, covering the entire area with an invisible blood mist.

The explosion sound continued for two minutes. When there was no movement in the blood mist, Zheng Zhaoyuan fell miserably to the ground.

This fight was so brutal, it was a life-and-death battle, with blood splattering all over the field. Some people who had never seen such a scene before and could not bear it psychologically vomited continuously.

The referee doesn't know who will win or lose, and now both sides are silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... ten seconds.

After a violent cough, Zheng Zhaoyuan slowly got up from the ground.

“Wuhu!!”

"We won! Master Zheng won! Our Chinese nation also won!"

After the silence, there followed the overwhelming roar of China.

Best of three games, no need for the third game, China has already won!
China is in high spirits, while the people in the Sakura Country are all with their heads down, looking weak and decadent.

Zheng Zhaoyuan smiled miserably and staggered towards the blood mist.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to cast a spell to dispel the unpleasant smell of blood filled with rust.

"thorn"

A long object several dozen centimeters long flew out from the stage.

Zheng Zhaoyuan was stunned, and the whistling sound from China gradually subsided.

A sword blade emerged from the blood mist, and Zheng Zhaoyuan's body shook and he stepped back.

He saw clearly that the object that fell from the stage seemed to be... his arm.

The incision was smooth, with flesh, skin and bone clearly visible, and the piercing pain came from the broken arm.

Except for Li Yang, all the masters above the Qi Ling level from the two countries in the hall stood up, and Qi Qiansu's eyes were full of disbelief.

A monster that could no longer be considered human walked out of the blood mist.

Through the hole in his face, you can see his white teeth and cheekbones.

He must have been angry because everyone heard the sound of his leaking voice.

"I admit that I underestimated you. Some of what you Chinese say is indeed very reasonable. Even I, who was holding the Ame-no-Kurosakumo sword, almost died at the hands of an ant like you."

Qichuan Feng held the sword, his eyes filled with cruel coldness.

"I hope you don't surrender, because then I can have more fun."

His sword moved, chopped at Zheng Zhaoyuan's body like slaughtering an animal.

Each sword is not fatal, and each sword is controlled to just the right two centimeters.

It didn't take long before Zheng Zhaoyuan's body was covered with wrinkles.

"puff"

"Puchi"

This seemed to be the only voice left in the Yellow Emperor's Palace.

The situation changed much faster than anyone expected, and the scene on stage was so bloody that it was impossible to watch.

"Why, why doesn't Taoist Zheng use the sword talisman given by the master!"

Zhu Ling cried and rushed into Zhao Ziyao's chest.

Zhao Ziyao was also shocked by the bloody scene before her eyes. She did not say anything for a long time and mechanically patted the sobbing Zhu Ling's back.

Yes, why doesn’t Master Zheng use the sword talisman?
More and more people had doubts. They looked at the tragic situation on the stage and then looked at Li Yang in the center of China.

Li Yang still had no expression on his face.

The blood was no longer flowing from Zheng Zhaoyuan's body.

He was still holding on, not falling down, and still breathing. No one could imagine what this old man was still holding on to.

"Fall down, Master Zheng!"

"We still have Taoist Priest Qi Qiansu and Master Li. Fall down!"

Some people on the Chinese side began to cry. As long as Zheng Zhaoyuan fell down and was unable to move, even if they lost, China could launch a rescue.

Gao Miao was already ready to go, with the large hand seal used by Buddhists to heal and save lives in his hands.

Zheng Zhaoyuan once passed on to him the inheritance of Yuqing Temple, and they had a close relationship.

However, Zheng Zhaoyuan seemed not to have heard it, and still looked at Qi Chuanfeng opposite him with disdain and stubbornness, even though the rise and fall of his chest had become increasingly imperceptible.

"I admit that you are indeed worthy of being killed by the sword of Ama-Kume-no-Kendo."

For the first time, Qichuan Feng felt respect for a Chinese.

His injuries did not allow him to continue killing.

"I will remember your name."

Qichuan Feng walked up to Zheng Zhaoyuan and raised the sword of Ame-no-Kume high.

"I remember now, Yuqing Temple, my master once killed a group of Taoist priests from Yuqing Temple, and the leader seemed to be called... Hanming?"

Zheng Zhaoyuan's already slightly cloudy whites moved.

Qi Chuanfeng smiled grimly with half of his face and slashed down with his sword.

Li Yang's Moon Essence Wheel, Qi Qiansu's Quexie Sword, and Chi Yanhong's Zhaoluan Sword all pierced through their bodies at the same time.

They couldn't just watch Zheng Zhaoyuan die in front of them, so they broke the rules. As long as they were strong enough, they could just make another one.

However, before they could use their magic weapons, the dying Zheng Zhaoyuan suddenly moved.

He used his intact right arm to block the Ame-no-Kume sword.

Or maybe he didn't block it, because in less than half a second, his right arm had flown out, but he also bought half a second.

During this half second, he did another thing. The white and sharp bone of his left arm pierced into Qi Chuanfeng's throat with a "puff".

He must have used a lot of force, because the whole process was as easy as stabbing a knife into a piece of tofu.
"Clanging"

This is the sound of the sword Ame-no-Kume falling to the ground.

Zheng Zhaoyuan leaned close to Qichuan Feng's ear,

"Fuck you, you little devil!"

Then Zheng Zhaoyuan kicked Qichuan Feng away.

Qi Chuanfeng covered his throat and pointed at Zheng Zhaoyuan in disbelief. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was unclear and blood bubbles kept coming out.

Blood spurted out of his throat like a fountain. He wanted to cover the wound, but he only felt that the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and the feeling of weightlessness became more and more intense.

No one can survive such an injury, not even Li Yang now.
If Li Yang suffered such an injury, he could only give up his physical body and cultivate the ghost immortal method of his primordial spirit and soul with the power of Yin God.

Qi Chuanfeng obviously has not cultivated to the level of Yin God, so he will definitely die.

This time, Zheng Zhaoyuan and China truly won.

However, no one could laugh anymore. The field was dead silent, and there was no cheering for a long time.
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"How about it, Master Zheng, have you made up your mind?"

Under the statue of Wang Lingguan, Zheng Zhaoyuan was silent for a long time, then stretched out his hand.

But he did not hold the jade pendant, but pushed it back to Li Yang.

Li Yang was a little confused and reminded: "If you have this sword pill, your chances of winning the fight and killing Qichuan Feng tomorrow will reach 80%. " Zheng Zhaoyuan smiled, still a little reluctant to give up the jade jade, and bowed to Li Yang again and again.

"Thank you, Master Li, but there are some things and debts that I would rather settle myself."

After a long pause, Li Yang finally spoke: "You will die."

"But he will die too." Zheng Zhaoyuan shook his head: "The 30% I mentioned is the 30% of fighting, not the 30% of risking life."

"If he fights with his life, 30% is the 30% chance that he can get off the stage alive."

"how about you?"

Zheng Zhaoyuan smiled very solemnly: "It is also 30% of my chances of stepping down alive."
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There was a chaos on the field. Qi Qiansu, Sun Boyang, Chi Yanhong, Wu Peng, and Gao Miao were all scrambling to grab the ball from Zheng Zhaoyuan who had not fallen yet.

Kamo Tadayuki went to grab Qichuan Feng who was still twitching and wanted to speak.

"You Chinese have gone too far. We agreed to just exchange ideas, so why did you kill our Dawu? I will report this to Shouxiang and His Majesty Tianhuang. You must give me an explanation!!"

He Maozhong spoke with a pure Chinese accent and his words were righteous.

However, before he could finish his words, Zhao Ziyao had already responded to him.
"Fuck you little Japanese, why didn't you explain when your Qichuanfeng was about to cut Taoist Zheng into pieces? Why don't you explain the lives of 683 martyrs of Yuqing Temple at Taoist Zheng?!"

"Admit your defeat if you lose, and stand at attention if you get beaten!"

"You want to explain, right? I'm going to keep all of you little devils here today and see if your Shouxiang and Tianhuang dare to come to Qingcheng Mountain to explain!!"

Zhao Ziyao was extremely fierce, pointing at He Maozhong and cursing loudly,

The field was in chaos. While the Chinese side was rescuing Zheng Zhaoyuan on the spot, Kamo Tadayuki, with a grim face, squatted in front of the still twitching Qichuan Feng under the cover of the Sakura Country delegation and took out a piece of ancient magatama.

His innate vitality is so strong that Qichuan Feng is still conscious now, and his eyes light up when he sees the magatama.

Kamo Tadayuki shook his head, and Qichuan Feng's face became completely depressed.
"Even Yasakani no Magatama can't save you, but you still have value now."

He Maozhong's expression was resolute: "The artifact is on Li Yang among them. I want you to cooperate with me. Take advantage of the chaos to kill Li Yang and seize the artifact. Then I will take the artifact all the way back to Sakura Country."

"His Majesty Tianhuang will remember you. If I get that artifact, I can come back to avenge you within five years!"

Qichuan Feng's decadent face regained a trace of calmness and he nodded on the ground.

He Maozhong's face was full of joy: "Next, I will use Yasakani no Magatama and silver thread to activate your Wu Mi Department's secret technique 'Tianyun'",
"You are destined to die, but in these sixty seconds, you are strong enough to... kill gods!"

Here, the envoys from the Sakura Country continued to cover up the two of them, and an extremely fierce and powerful aura was slowly brewing.

The first person to notice something was wrong was Qi Qiansu. Seeing that Zheng Zhaoyuan's life was saved, he shouted angrily in the direction of the Sakura Country delegation,
"What are you doing? This is Chinese territory. You are fighting on your own accord. Do you want revenge?!"

What answered him was a pitch-black sword light. It was not the sword of Ame-no-Kurosakumo, but the "Sparrow Demon" that was originally in the hands of Prince Kitashirakawa.

Qichuan Feng, who was originally doomed to die, suddenly rushed towards Huaguo with full energy, and the sword light in his hand was even stronger than before.

Qi Qiansu was startled at first, and then he noticed the silver threads at Qi Chuanfeng's throat, which were breaking one by one.

These things temporarily saved his life.
"presumptuous!"

The Quexie Sword was exposed to the public for the first time and suddenly rushed towards the sparrow monster.

Qi Qiansu thought that Qi Chuanfeng was desperate and wanted to take revenge on Zheng Zhaoyuan, but Qi Chuanfeng only made a feint with his sword, and the two sword lights separated again as soon as they touched.

Qi Chuanfeng passed Qi Qiansu and Zheng Zhaoyuan and was still sprinting towards the Chinese stands.

Just as Qi Qianshu was about to give chase, several silver threads came rushing towards him from behind.

"Master Qi, let's start the third battle now!"

Kamo Tadayuki answered sinisterly from behind.

A big fight suddenly broke out on the field.

Chi Yanhong protected the seriously injured Zheng Zhaoyuan and could only use Zhaoluan to hit Qi Chuanfeng on the back from a distance.

Qichuan Feng seemed unaware of the sword wound on his back and continued to rush towards the stands of the Chinese base camp.

His movements were obviously faster, and the sword energy when the sparrow demon was dancing was even sharper and more terrifying than the sword of Ame-no-Murasaki. Along the way, he fought with Gao Miao, Sun Boyang, Zhao Ziyao, Gong Qi and other innate masters who tried to block him.

Everyone noticed the strangeness of his current state. None of the innates could block his sword light, and Gong Qi was even cut several meters away by a casual sword.

But he didn't want to fight, he just kept going deeper and deeper.

Everyone felt something was wrong. Why was he always heading towards the Chinese stands, even ignoring Zheng Zhaoyuan who tried to counterattack him?

They looked in the direction that Qichuan Feng was moving, and saw a person sitting alone on a high platform in that direction.

That person's name is Li Yang.

Everyone's expressions became increasingly strange. Could it be that this guy was going to attack and kill Master Li?

Was he beaten silly? How dare he do that?
Soon, Kamo Tadayuki, who was fighting fiercely with Qi Qiansu, answered their questions.

"For Tianhuang! For Sakura Country, Qichuan-kun, time is running out, kill Li Yang and get the artifact quickly!"

Qi Qiansu's fighting power holding Quexie exceeded his expectations, and he shouted at the flying Qichuanfeng.

He actually shouted in Sakura Mandarin, but the pronunciation of the two words "Li Yang" was still heard clearly by everyone.

"Everyone, don't stop Qichuan Feng and cause unnecessary casualties. Everyone disperse!"

Chi Yanhong shouted loudly.

So in the straight line between Qi Chuanfeng and Li Yang, all the Taoists tacitly made way for a straight passage.

Kamo Tadayuki and Sugawa Fuu were surprised by Huaguo's behavior, but they were unable to think for a moment, and the subsequent ecstasy filled their brains.

"For His Majesty Tianhuang!!"

Qi Chuanfeng ran at full speed with a sword in hand, making unintelligible sounds from his throat. With his fanatical look on his face, he did not notice the strange expressions of the Chinese people around him.

"A sin."

"Seeking death."

"That doesn't make sense. Aren't the cabbages from Northeast China sent to Korea? Could it be that Sakura Country intercepted them and ate them themselves?"

"I suspect it's because of the climate. The hotel next to Yuecheng Lake is definitely a shady place. The liquor is all fake. It's such a disaster. And after being provoked by Taoist Zheng just now, he has gone completely crazy."

There was a lot of chatter, and with Qichuanfeng's level of Chinese, it was difficult to understand what these sounds meant in a short time.

Blood began to spurt from his throat again, but his bird demon was less than ten meters away from Li Yang.

What surprised him was that Li Yang at this moment seemed not to notice his sword at all, as if he was frowning and thinking?
Li Yang was indeed thinking at this time.
All the education about national hatred and family feuds, and not forgetting national humiliation was displayed bloodily and nakedly in the fight between Zheng Zhaoyuan and Qichuan Feng just now.

He had never seen such a bloody scene since he started practicing, and even his soul began to be shocked.

Li Yang felt like laughing when he recalled the arguments on the Internet that people should "forgive the country of cherry blossoms", "turn the history over and look forward", and "the two countries should develop together in friendship and progress".

Are there few people like Qichuanfeng in Sakura Country? There are definitely many. He vaguely remembered the noisy scene of the sea of ​​people worshipping in the shrine when the lightning struck the shrine.

They are all lying dormant and hiding, waiting for us to forget.

But fortunately, there are many people like Zheng Zhaoyuan in China.

Including his previous life, Li Yang was only 25 years old. He didn't know much about the ways of the world, national hatred and family feuds, and his understanding was very superficial.

But when he saw Zheng Zhaoyuan with both arms cut off and Qi Chuanfeng shouting on the field today, he suddenly understood something and had some insights.

These insights were not much, and could not even be considered growth in any sense, but they still gave Li Yang something more in his heart.

Although there was no system prompt, Li Yang felt that his Yin Shen cultivation had increased a lot in an instant.

This is the deepest sense of identity with this Chinese land.

He raised his eyes and saw Qichuan Feng swinging his sword at him.

Li Yang slowly stood up, then flew into the air, looking down at everyone like a god.

Flying? Flying off the ground?!

Qichuan Feng, who was holding the bird demon high on the ground, looked up and was stunned.

Kamo Tadayuki, who was fighting fiercely with Qi Qiansu in the distance, was also stunned, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Doesn't it mean that Li Yang is not qualified to participate in the competition between the two countries?

How is this going? !
He Maozhong, who had a better command of Chinese, gradually understood the discussions among the Chinese Taoists around him. His expression became increasingly grim, and he almost lost control of the silver thread in his hand.

Li Yang in the air looked down at Qi Chuanfeng who was raising his sword towards him with cold eyes, as if he was looking at an ant.

There was a flash of lightning on his body, and then it turned into a lightning python and moved around in his body.

The Tai Chi bun began to fall apart, and the hair began to turn white from the roots, fluttering in the air with a crackling sound of thunder.

The Nanming Sword was held in his hand, the Moon Essence Wheel was reflected behind his head, and silver lines appeared between his eyebrows. Those lines slowly radiated to his whole body.
The fight in the Yellow Emperor's Hall stopped in an instant. He Mao Zhongzhi fell miserably to the ground, his eyes wide open, his mouth opening and closing, but his voice was stuck in his throat and could not come out.

Li Yang looked down at Qi Chuanfeng below with a disdainful look, and spoke in a cold and panic-stricken tone.
"After the lightning struck your sacred toilet that day, I heard that you and some people from the West have been looking for me?"

"crash"

It was the sound of the sparrow demon falling to the ground.

(End of this chapter)