From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 426 Attack the Challenge!

At night, the moonlight is bright over Baiyun Mountain, the mountain is indigo, and the lights in Baiyun Taoist Temple are as bright as day.

Yubao's sudden uprising-like wave of his arm immediately set off a huge wave in Baiyun Square, and many people responded.

Wang Shuhuan, Song Ling, Li Mengyuan... the Qi-inducing disciples of the Chunyang Palace who were originally dejected raised their heads, their eyes glowing green.

It is eleven o'clock now, and there is only one hour left until the end of the competition.
Everyone in the Performance Hall, including Zhao Ziyao, thought the outcome was settled, but they didn't expect that Yubao, who was always gentle and clear as water, would do such a thing.

This is to steal the list! To counterattack!

Thinking of the vulnerability shown by most of the disciples of Chunyang Palace during the day, Zhao Ziyao's face changed drastically.

Yan Fu and Yang Xinwu, who were already resting on the ring, felt even more alarmed. The slightest movement caused them to feel extreme pain all over their bodies.

They only draw in Qi, and after cultivating the sense of Qi, their Qi and blood constitutions are higher than those of ordinary people, but not to the level of superhumans. After fighting in the ring for a whole day, they are all exhausted.

Yang Xinwu cursed inwardly. He had thought about saving his energy and trying to steal the list at the end. But he had been too comfortable in Baiyun Taoist Temple for the past six months, so the thought only flashed through his mind.

In addition, Li Yang and Chi Yanhong came to watch the martial arts competition for the first time. They were eager to perform well in front of the two big guys, so they fought loudly on the ring all day long, and their reason and brains were thrown out of the window.

The other Chunyang Palace disciples had almost the same idea. Looking at the Chunyang Palace disciples below with green eyes, cold sweat could not help but seep out of their foreheads.

"Attack the ring!"

"Attack the ring!"

"Attack the ring!"

Wang Shuhuan, covered in dust, pulled his hand away from Chen Li's support and leaped onto the stage next to him.

There was a middle-aged man on the stage. He was nervous at first, but when he saw that it was Wang Shuhuan who jumped onto the stage, his face immediately showed joy.

He knew the nickname of Crazy Wang. Wang Shuhuan had just achieved a breakthrough in Qi Induction half a month ago. This was no secret between the two palaces.

Wang Shuhuan also attacked the ring during the day today. He saw the strength of both opponents and was knocked off the ring several times. There were still bruises on his body.

As we all know, the earlier one breaks through Qi, the higher one's talent will be and the stronger one will be.

The Qi-inducing stage is to open the meridians throughout the body, starting with the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians. After all twenty major meridians are opened, you can advance to awakening the spirit.

Li Yang passed down the method of opening the twelve meridians in the inner alchemy method.

"Little kid, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. You just developed the sense of Qi half a month ago, and you're probably still trying to determine your meridians. It's your bad luck to find me!"

The middle-aged man grinned and got into position. His last name was Qu and his family was a family of traditional Chinese medicine. He had a successful career and family, and he came to the mountain with a passion for cultivating immortals. Although his qualifications were not high, he relied on the pharmacology of traditional Chinese medicine to cultivate the sense of qi in three months.

After cultivating the sense of Qi, his identity as a family of traditional Chinese medicine also came in handy. Having been a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for more than ten years, no one knows the meridians and acupoints of the human body better than him. Now, more than half of the twelve meridians have been opened, and his overall strength is among the top ten in the Performance Hall.

"Pulse diagnosis? Such a distant term." The joints of his body crackled, and Wang Shuhuan loosened his muscles and bones. He said in a melancholy voice: "Do you insist on saying that I cultivated the Qi sense half a month ago? That's true... But those meridians you mentioned, I actually opened them once a long time ago..."

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow: "What did you say?"

"It's okay, come on and fight, after all, we only have twenty minutes."

Wang Shuhuan shook his head, got into position, and waved to Dr. Qu.

"How shameless!" Doctor Qu roared and punched Wang Shuhuan.

After all, he came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, and he couldn't accept what Zhao Ziyao taught him all at once. At this moment, he performed the boxing techniques taught in class in a very formal manner.

In an instant, the two fighters fought back and forth on the ring, dodging and turning for dozens of rounds. Chen Li, who was watching from the sidelines, was very worried.

On the other side, Yan Fu and Yang Xinwu's arena was also facing a crisis.

Both of them were masters of the Yanfa Hall. Yan Fu had opened ten of the Twelve Main Rules, and Yang Xinwu had opened eight. Originally, it was a sure thing for them to win the arena, but they had exerted too much strength during the day and now their steps were a little weak. Facing the offensive of the Qi-inducing disciples of the Chunyang Hall, they were immediately engaged in a life-and-death battle.

Chen Li's roommates Song Ling and Li Mengyuan, who were Qi-inducing disciples of Chunyang Palace, also shouted and went up to attack.

Fifteen seconds later, Song Ling, with panda eyes, was thrown down from Yang Xinwu's ring, her big eyes full of tears.

Li Mengyuan was even more miserable. Yan Fu was much more cruel than Yang Xinwu. He kicked her off the ring, and two lines of tears immediately flowed from her oval white face.

This punch and this kick established the single life of Yang Xinwu and Yan Fu in Baiyun Taoist Temple for nearly twenty years. However, now both of them were so bloodthirsty that they did not realize the seriousness of the matter at all.

There are many people like Song Ling and Li Mengyuan who can draw Qi in Chunyang Palace. Their cultivation is not high, so they use the Chinese characters to consume the opponent in the first round of the rotation battle.

In the referee's booth, Zhao Ziyao watched all this and her face turned green on the spot. She looked up and down at Taoist Master Yubao next to her as if she was getting to know him again.

There is no other reason. The timing when Chunyang Palace chose to steal the list was too critical. According to the rules, once you are knocked off the stage, there will be an hour-long cool-off period and you are not allowed to attack the stage.

It is eleven o'clock now. The challenge will end at twelve o'clock. That is to say, once good players like Yan Fu and Yang Xinwu are knocked off the stage, they will completely lose their qualification to challenge.

"Okay, okay! You guys from the Chunyang Palace are trying to play this on me, right? Even if you win like this, it's not a fair victory!"

Zhu Ling responded without hesitation: "This is taking advantage of the rules. You can achieve twice the result with half the effort within the rules!"

"Haha, it's just a trick. Only real strength is the real thing!"

"What a joke! Are all the disciples going to fight head-on with real swords and guns in the future? Strategy is also part of strength!"

Zhu Ling was in full swing, like a fur-ridden kitten, and she was passionately engaging in an affair with Zhao Ziyao, neither of them caring about their old relationship at all.

"Well, the result is what you guys are waiting for. It's not decent for you guys to make so much noise here!"

Chi Yanhong snorted coldly, and Zhu Ling and Zhao Ziyao finally calmed down.

Li Yang did not express his opinion, but looked from afar towards Wang Shuhuan's stage.

To be honest, Yang Xinwu and Yan Fu fought hard for a whole day, but it didn't attract Li Yang.

Would you be drawn to the wall by a few ants fighting? Obviously not.

Li Yang sat on a chair, sipping tea with his eyes wandering.

He, the dean of Baiyun Taoist Academy, has hardly shown up this semester, so he decided to come here to make himself known at the end of the semester.

But now his eyes slowly fixed on Wang Shuhuan's ring.
The fight over there has been going on for more than ten minutes.

Li Yang put down the teacup, his voice a little vague: "Although I have fallen to the foot of the mountain, I have seen the scenery on the top of the mountain after all..."

(End of this chapter)