I can bless thousands of magical powers.

"Thank you Master Qiu for your guidance."

Zhang Yuan bowed respectfully to a middle-aged man and then left the martial arts studio.

The man with a dignified face was named Qiu, and he was the elder who taught the Dharma at Shangjingtian Martial Arts Pavilion. Like Wei Long, he was a sixth-rank warrior.

But Elder Qiu is best at swordsmanship. He has been immersed in the way of the sword for decades, and his cultivation is close to the level of a grandmaster!
Zhang Yuan studied under him for half a month and his swordsmanship improved greatly.

However, Elder Qiu's tuition fee was higher than Wei Long's, so Zhang Yuan spent all of his remaining Taoist skills on it.

When he came down from the Wu Pavilion, he was wondering whether he should go to the Merit Hall to take on a mission.

Earn some Taoist skills to support yourself, otherwise you will never be able to make ends meet!
There is still half a month left before the Jingtian Nine Peaks Competition. Having tasted the sweetness of the guidance of the Dharma Elder, Zhang Yuan does not want to practice in seclusion during this period.

Especially in the past ten days or so, he felt that he would have a new breakthrough in his swordsmanship.

"Are you Zhang Yuan?"

To Zhang Yuan's surprise, he was blocked before he even stepped into the Merit Hall.

There were six or seven people in total. The leader was tall and full of arrogance. He said in a cold voice, "I heard that you are very strong. Do you dare to compete with me on the trial stage?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned, feeling completely bewildered.

Because he didn't know the guy in front of him at all, and he didn't know why the other party would challenge him for no reason.

And the reason he used was so blunt and lame, it was simply looking for trouble!
Zhang Yuan asked calmly, "Who are you?"

I only heard the other party answer loudly: "I am He Yin from Nanjin!"

He Yin?

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, and I'm not interested in competing with you."

After saying that, he prepared to bypass the other party.

"Wait!"

As a result, He Yin stretched out his hand to stop him and sneered, "Zhang Yuan, you are the guardian general of the Heavenly King Palace, how can you be so cowardly and afraid of fighting?"

"It's okay if you don't want to compete. All you have to do is bow to me and admit defeat in front of everyone!"

The warriors standing behind him laughed loudly, looking at Zhang Yuan with disdain in their eyes.

At this time, many people gathered around to watch the fun, pointing and whispering.

Zhang Yuan said calmly, "He Yin, I have never met you before and we have no grudges against each other. No matter who sent you here to cause trouble, this is not a place for you to act wildly."

He took a step forward and shouted, "Get out!"

He Yin didn't expect that Zhang Yuan was not only not irritated by his sarcastic words, but also behaved so tough.

Caught off guard, he was overwhelmed by Zhang Yuan's sudden outburst of pressure and involuntarily stepped back.

As a result, he bumped into his companion behind him!
"Ah!"

Zhang Yuan sneered, "You are qualified to be on the test stand with me?"

The Test Platform is located on a solitary peak outside the Shangjingtian Mountain Gate. It is a huge naturally formed rock platform, and its area is comparable to the martial arts training ground of the Wu Pavilion.

Shangjingtian Martial Arts Pavilion is a place for learning and training for outside warriors. Everyone comes from all over the world with different temperaments and personalities. In addition, there is competition among each other, so it is inevitable that some friction and grudges will arise.

However, private fighting is strictly prohibited within the sect. If a dispute arises between external warriors and needs to be resolved with force, they can only discuss the victory or defeat outside the mountain gate.

Therefore, the test bench becomes the best place!

This unwritten rule has existed for hundreds of years.

Every year, some martial artists from the Wu Pavilion fight on the trial stage, and it is very common for them to get injured or even die in battle.

Although Zhang Yuan had never been to the test platform, he knew the rule.

The question is, why should he be led by the other party?
He Yin made a fool of himself in public, his face turned red instantly, and he looked at Zhang Yuan with fierce eyes.

The aura of a fifth-level warrior suddenly emanated from his body! Zhang Yuan stood unafraid: "Why, do you want to fight here?"

Zhang Yuan said this calmly, but anyone could hear the sarcasm and mockery contained in it.

He was just short of pointing at He Yin's nose and calling him a cerebral palsy.

He Yin was so angry that he clenched his fists.

This fifth-level warrior had forgotten that he was the one who provoked Zhang Yuan first and wanted to provoke the latter to compete on the proving ground.

As a result, Zhang Yuan was not fooled. Instead, he was stimulated to the point of wanting to kill someone!
"He is not qualified?"

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and gently pressed on He Yin's shoulder.

"what about me?"

Hearing this voice, He Yin's anger disappeared immediately and he said respectfully, "Senior Brother Yang!"

He took a step back and made room for himself.

The people around him all saluted: "Brother Yang!"

The man was dressed in a white robe, had phoenix eyes and thin lips, and was handsome and elegant. At first glance, he looked like a direct descendant of a large sect or a noble family.

Yang Hongyu!
Unlike He Yin, Zhang Yuan actually recognized Senior Brother Yang who appeared in front of him.

Yang Hongyu is a talented warrior in Shangjingtian Martial Arts Pavilion, whose fame and popularity are second only to Xiao Yan.

Zhang Yuan had met this person several times in Gongde Hall. Although they had no conversation, he was left with a deep impression.

If I remember correctly, the other party should be a member of the Yang family in Qianjing!

Yang Hongyu smiled slightly, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

He met Zhang Yuan's gaze and said calmly, "Junior Brother Zhang, warriors of our generation should not be afraid of any challenge. Fighting and honing skills is the way to advance bravely!"

"well said!"

There was immediate cheering from all around.

While these people were shouting, they looked at Zhang Yuan with unfriendly eyes.

This made Zhang Yuan the target of public criticism!
Zhang Yuan smiled: "Brother Yang, it makes sense if you say that, but how much will the appearance fee be for me to go on the trial stage?"

Appearance fee?
The smile on Yang Hongyu's face suddenly froze.

He used his power to pressure Zhang Yuan, trying to make him surrender, but he didn't expect Zhang Yuan to have such an excuse!
The guys around who were making a fuss also looked at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"There's none?"

Zhang Yuan was surprised and said disdainfully: "I didn't say poor!"

Yang Hongyu prided himself on being noble, and had never been sprayed with such vulgar words in front of others. Even though he was quite sophisticated, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of shame and annoyance: "Junior Brother Zhang, please be aware of your identity!"

“Can identity be used as a function?”

Zhang Yuan sneered, "Brother Yang, if you want me to go to the test platform, you can do five hundred Dao skills at least. If you can't afford it, then don't talk nonsense. I don't have that much free time!"

Five hundred skills!

There were gasps of surprise from the crowd watching the excitement.

Zhang Yuan really asked for too much, he actually wanted 500 Kung Fu to test the front stage - is he worth so much?

Yang Hongyu didn't expect Zhang Yuan to be so difficult to deal with. He looked gloomy and was in a dilemma for a while.

"If it's not convenient for Junior Brother Yang, I'll pay for this Taoist skill!" (End of this chapter)