The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 149: The War Begins! People’s Hearts Are Treacherous
The sun rises and the morning light shines.

Xu Zhu put his hands together, wearing a bright red cassock and carrying an arm-length mahogany treasure box on his back, and walked out of the harbor pier in the sunshine. He looked calm and steady, and paid no attention to the heroes following him.

On both sides of the street outside the harbor, countless people gathered to watch. They looked excited, watching Xu Zhu walking slowly forward and the group of heroes following him, whispering to each other.

With the publication of "General Outline of Martial Arts in the World", the farming women weaving stakes in it gradually became popular, and the people's enthusiasm for martial arts was ignited.

As the day went by, with the special publicity, the news of the journey to the west to obtain the scriptures was spreading across the world at a very fast speed. With the vigorous publicity, countless people who were interested in martial arts came to inquire.

"This is a rare opportunity. Brothers, stop the others for me later. That Buddhist disciple has just entered the Xiantian realm like Feng, so a fight with him won't be considered bullying."

Feng Bo'e was dressed in black, rubbing his hands impatiently. He was excited at the thought of having a fight in front of all the heroes in the world.

If he was not in the city and was afraid of accidentally hurting the people, he would have been unable to resist. For him who loves fighting, such a highly anticipated fight is simply unbearable.

Bao Bu Tong shook his head like a rattle, and waved his hands to refuse without hesitation: "No, no, this battle should be done by me, Old Bao. I have been in the Xiantian realm for more than a year, so I am the most stable one."

Are you kidding? If you kill a Buddhist disciple in a battle with someone of the same realm, you can practice with Master Taiyi for three years and also get a magic pill as a reward.

Who would be willing to let go of such conditions?
Deng Baichuan shook his head slowly and said carefully: "There is nothing to fight about. I think that Buddhist disciple will not be simple. Brothers, let's wait and see."

Gong Yeqian nodded and said, "Brother Deng is right. The Buddhist sect is not stupid. If they dare to let the Buddhist disciples come, they must have something to rely on."

Bao Bu Tong disagreed: "No, no... Buddhism is far away from the Central Plains, what can the barbaric martial arts in the desert rely on?"

Deng Baichuan tilted his head to look at Bao Bu Tong, his expression solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Buddhism has a great master in charge, this is our support, how can we underestimate it?"

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Murong Fu listened to the four people arguing behind him, turned around with an unhappy look and scolded: "What is there to argue about? Let someone test Xu Zhu's background first, so that people won't see Xingmen making a fool of themselves."

Nowadays, with the Taiyi Taoist suppressing the overall situation, the Murong family has no hope of restoring their country in this land of Shenzhou. Under such circumstances, developing and strengthening the Star Gate has become the top priority. Only by accumulating enough foundation can we find an opportunity to restore Dayan overseas.

Bao Bu Tong and the other three looked at Murong Fu's unhappy expression and shut their mouths awkwardly.

The heroes around looked at each other, and their minds became active.

As one of the three major sects with a Grand Master in charge, Xingmen's information channels are naturally incomparable to ordinary people. These four people are the guardians of Xingmen, and their words are naturally worth pondering.

The city gate.

Duan Yanqing sat upright on a Ferghana horse, quietly gazing at the rising sun in the sky, cultivating his own martial arts spirit.

Behind him were three thousand Jinyiwei and five thousand Xiaoqiwei. Eight thousand men and horses were in neat formation, and under the mighty military might, the onlookers and the heroes outside the city all kept silent and kept away.

"coming!"

A light shout rang out from the crowd, and everyone immediately looked towards the city gate. On the bluestone-paved street, the Buddhist disciple Xu Zhu walked over with his hands clasped together, followed by a huge crowd.

The expressions of the heroes outside the city immediately became excited, and many of them began to rub their hands, eager to fight with the Buddhist.

Xu Zhu walked out of the city gate, looked up at Duan Yanqing on horseback, and asked slowly, "Sir, shall the test begin?"

Duan Yanqing lowered his head to look at Xu Zhu and said indifferently: "It has already begun, but no one dares to start in the city. You can only walk on the journey to obtain the scriptures. You are not allowed to enter the city or take a carriage or boat. If you dare to disobey, you will be regarded as a failure."

After saying this, he said no more and continued to look up at the sun in the sky.

Xu Zhu nodded slightly, glanced at the heroes around him, let out a light breath, his expression became completely firm, and he walked forward with steady steps.

In an instant, countless fiery gazes fell on Xu Zhu.

"67th on the Human Ranking, Mo Clan's Mo Qing, please teach me!"

Mo Qing, wearing a black brocade robe and carrying a bladeless black long sword on his waist, leaped over the crowd in front of him and landed steadily five meters in front of Xu Zhu. He raised his hand that was stroking the hollow scabbard, bowed, and solemnly announced his name.

"Damn it! This guy actually got the upper hand!"

"The Mo Jue is not an offensive one, but it can resist and release force. It is comparable to the Star Gate's Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and the Ming Cult's Qian Kun Da Neng Yi. The sword technique can also make light things look heavy, and heavy things look light. Plus the clever mechanism that I carry with me..."

"After all, Xu Zhu is a Buddhist disciple, so his strength should not be underestimated. But the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts originated from the Bianliang Sutra Pavilion, so it's hard to say who will win..."

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Among the heroes, many looked unhappy. They deliberately talked loudly and revealed a lot of Mo Qing's background.

"I am Xu Zhu from the Buddhist sect. Please give me some advice." Xu Zhu said solemnly with his hands clasped together.

"Fight with all your might! If I lose, I will turn around and leave. If I win, I will not take your life!" Mo Qing's eyes condensed, and his figure rushed out quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xu Zhu. The Feigong sword was unsheathed with a clang, and it chopped out horizontally at an apparently slow speed, but it was actually fast.

"Okay! I am the same!"

When Xu Zhu heard the whistling sound in his ears, his eyes fixed. His palms contained strong golden energy, and he pushed out with both hands with great force. The wind from his palms whistled, and a faint golden light appeared on the surface of his palms.

Clang!
The sword and the palm collided, making a sound of metal clashing. The black true qi collided with the golden true qi, and a terrifying repulsive force instantly burst out. Both of them were shocked, and solemnity flashed in each other's eyes.

Mo Qing tilted his sword to dissipate the incoming force, and then slashed upwards again. This sword was not fast, but it contained a terrifying force, which was the combined force of strength and true energy. Under the huge force, visible ripples appeared in the air.

Xu Zhu took a step back, then took a step forward. His right fist was wrapped with golden energy, and he rushed towards the ink-black sword like a dragon emerging from the abyss.

hum!
The void trembled, ripples surged, and the two figures separated in a flash and collided quickly. The black sword shadows collided with the golden fist and palm shadows, and every collision stirred up a wave of air and rolled up dust.

Mo Qing's swordsmanship is unique, he can lift light things as if they were heavy, heavy things as if they were light, and it is unpredictable. Although the sword is light, it seems to carry a force of a thousand pounds. Every blow is like a huge hammer, heavy as a mountain.

Xu Zhu's body moved back and forth, and the seventy-two unique skills were used with exquisite perfection in his hands. With the perfection of Yi Jin Jing, the true energy was endless, like the surging waves of a river.

As the two fought, the sword energy was everywhere, the golden light was everywhere, and the crowd watching held their breath, afraid to miss any details. Xu Zhu and Mo Qing fought back and forth, and for a while, they were evenly matched.

Bao Bu Tong touched his chin, with a look of suspicion on his face: "This Buddhist disciple Xu Zhu is not simple... With such a deep true energy, he is also very proficient in the 72 Shaolin techniques. Is this guy really just entering the Xiantian realm?" Deng Baichuan pondered for a moment: "Buddhism has the method of initiation and the Great Huandan. In addition, the great masters teach day and night, so it is not surprising that he has such strength. Just like our young master, hasn't he also entered the Grandmaster realm?"

Gong Yeqian looked at Feng Bo'e and said jokingly, "Brother Feng, do you still want to go up later? If you do, we brothers will stop the others for you."

Feng Bo'e's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt weak in his heart as he watched the two people fighting fiercely in the field. He was only outside the top 100 on the human list, and if he faced any of these two people, he would be completely defeated.

The three of them couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw Feng Bo'e's expression, with a look of ridicule on their faces. The people around them looked at him and couldn't help but smile faintly.

Murong Fu glanced at the four people, then retracted his gaze and continued to watch the fight, quietly analyzing Xu Zhu's strength. Although it was impossible, if Xu Zhu had the opportunity to enter the Grandmaster realm... then he would have the opportunity to practice with Master Taiyi for three years, and the elixir that even the ancestors desired...

"Be careful!"

In the field, Mo Qing retreated violently, and after a warning, he poured all the inner energy into the sword in his hand. He took a step forward, and his body turned into a stream of black light, piercing Xu Zhu's throat. This sword was as fast as lightning, sharp and unmatched, but also as heavy as a mountain. Under the terrifying wind pressure, the surrounding dust disappeared.

"Good sword moves!"

Xu Zhu's expression became solemn, and he used the Bodhi posture in the Nine Diagrams and Six Seated Statue Body Movement. His entire body seemed to be connected to the earth, unmoving and unshakable, like a towering mountain. He put his hands together and suddenly pushed forward. Golden light burst out from his palms, forming a golden swastika Buddha seal, and rushed towards Mo Qing head-on.

The swastika Buddha seal collided with the ink-colored sword light, making a deafening roar. A hurricane swept through, dust filled the sky, and the people around the Buddha narrowed their eyes slightly.

Mo Qing's face changed slightly, and he felt a huge force coming, and his body flew backwards involuntarily. He was shocked. This Buddhist disciple had such a deep Qi. He calmed down and quickly used his Qi to try to stabilize his body.

"Donor, be careful!"

Xu Zhu took a step forward, and used the Wonderful Awareness Style of the Nine Diagrams and Six Sitting Statue Body Movement, following closely like a shadow. He used the Powerful Vajra Palm to strike down in succession with great force, and each strike contained a great deal of true energy.

As soon as Mo Qing stabilized his body, he was forced to raise his sword to meet the attack. Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, he gradually felt powerless under Xu Zhu's continuous attacks.

Seeing this, many of the heroes were surprised. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the fight between the two was almost over. They thought that Mo Qing would have the upper hand in this fight, but they didn't expect that the Buddhist disciple Xu Zhu would have the upper hand. This was really beyond everyone's expectations.

Bang!
Xu Zhu used a powerful Vajra Palm to break through the layers of sword shadows and imprinted his palm on Mo Qing's chest.

"puff……"

Mo Qing vomited blood, his sword flew out of his hand, his body flew backwards several feet away, and fell heavily at the feet of the heroes on the right side of the official road.

Xu Zhu put his hands together, looked at Mo Qing calmly, and had no intention of going forward to chase him. He put his hands together and said, "Thank you."

Mo Qing got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bowed and said: "Thank you for your mercy, goodbye." After that, he took a step forward, bent down to pick up the Fei Gong sword and put it back into the sheath, then turned around and left without any reluctance.

The heroes watched Mo Qing leave, admiration flashing in their eyes.

Since the imperial court has no rule that prohibits continuing to challenge after being defeated, it means that as long as you are thick-skinned enough, you can find another opportunity on the journey to obtain the scriptures.

Otherwise, there are only about a hundred strong people on the human list, and they will soon be exhausted in the round-robin battle. At that time, with no one challenging him, wouldn't the Buddhist disciple be able to go straight to Bianliang without any obstacles?
Xu Zhu calmed down the boiling Qi in his lower body, put his hands together, and took another step. At this time, his face showed no sadness or joy, but his heart was already heavy.

If the chief monk had not used a Great Huan Dan to solidify his muscles and refine his true qi, he would not have survived even this first battle. The journey to obtain the scriptures was far more difficult than the Buddhist sect had imagined...

The heroes around followed slowly, their expressions different, their eyes flickering, and their corners of eyes drifting towards the strong men on the human list in the crowd from time to time.

The Buddhist disciple had just fought a great battle, so his Qi must have been severely depleted. Even if he had an hour's rest, if this continued, he would definitely show signs of decline, and defeat would be inevitable.

After realizing this, everyone's minds suddenly became active. If the timing is right... this bargain can be easily taken.

Time passed little by little, and soon an hour was over.

"Human Ranking 57, Penglai Sect, Zhu Baokun, please teach me!"

A pockmarked man in a long gown, holding his unique weapon, Thunder God Bomb, flew in front of Xu Zhu. He clasped his fists and saluted, then gave his name.

"Amitabha, donor, please ..."

Xu Zhu's expression became serious, and he put his hands together to return the greeting, but just as he bowed slightly, he heard a hissing sound of breaking air. With a chill in his heart, he subconsciously performed the Great Movement Skill, and his body moved two inches to the left.

Whoosh! A long needle emitting a dark glow brushed past his earlobe and shot towards the crowd behind him.

"Ugh...ah!" A shirtless man with a knife on his shoulder stared blankly at his right chest. As his skin quickly turned black, a look of fear gradually appeared on his face. He screamed in pain, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then died.

The people around them retreated one after another, all with fear on their faces. They looked at Zhu Baokun, who was looking at him with a look of regret, and all of them showed fear. The crowd of onlookers retreated one after another, and each of them was alert and ready to fight.

Since Zhu Baokun was on the list, he was no unknown person. They knew all too well how ruthless he was when dealing with his enemies.

Xu Zhu frowned, a look of pity appeared on his face, he put his hands together and chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha, donor, you killed innocent people like this, aren't you afraid of karma?"

Zhu Baokun sneered: "The Jianghu is a place of life and death, where are the innocent people? As long as we don't hurt the people, the court will not care no matter how hard we fight. Let's fight!"

After saying this, he moved left and right, erratic, and waved his hands continuously, shooting hidden weapons at Xu Zhu like a rainstorm. These hidden weapons were of different shapes, some like flying needles, some like thorns, and each one contained a deadly poison that would kill anyone who touched it.

Xu Zhu stood still like a mountain, smiled while holding a flower, and used his full strength to perform the Flower Holding Finger and the Multi-leaf Finger to knock down the hidden weapons one by one. He was afraid of hurting innocent people, so he did not dodge or evade during the battle, and chose the most disadvantageous fighting method.

Hidden weapons and finger shadows intertwined in the field, and the sound of clinking continued.

The heroes stared at the battle between the two men intently. Some admired Xu Zhu's choice, some were disdainful, and some even had ulterior motives.

Zhu Baokun became more and more frightened as the battle went on, his expression solemn. His hands kept moving, his mind racing, and he quickly analyzed the current situation.

His skills were all in hidden weapons, but now hidden weapons were obviously useless against the Buddhist disciple in front of him. If he continued to fight, the hope of winning was very slim, and he might even be making things difficult for others...

"The Buddha's disciple is extremely powerful. I admit defeat and say goodbye!" After Zhu Baokun said this, he withdrew and flew away. After a few leaps, he disappeared into the woods beside the official road.

Xu Zhu was stunned, the other heroes were stunned, and even Duan Yanqing in the distance was stunned. The heroes who came back to their senses couldn't help but curse in their hearts. They were all veterans, so they naturally understood the purpose of Zhu Baokun's actions.

"Amitabha..." Xu Zhu chanted the Buddha's name in an inexplicable tone, shook his head, and continued to move forward.

(End of this chapter)