From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 35 Red Qi
Before dawn, the cold rain stopped and the sky and the earth were so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

The simple hut, which had no windows and only a wooden door as an opening, was pitch black.

"rustle……"

The two monks from the Hanging Temple used the immortal energy in their hands as a small lantern that emitted a faint golden and white light. The light was not very bright. They bent down and carefully searched for something in the small room.

A golden emerald jade hairpin.

The young monk found the hairpin among Chen Xuan's clothes. The moment his fingers touched it, he realized that it must be a treasure, made of extremely extraordinary material... There were also two sharp little swords half a foot long, made of ordinary iron and worthless.

This hairpin is a good thing!
The young monk was so excited that he quickly held the hairpin in his palm, and leaned his head against his fellow monk beside him, staring at it with wide eyes.

next moment.

A figure appeared silently, and stretched out a hand emitting a faint white light. It picked up the hairpin in the young monk's hand, turned it over in its palm and raised it high, looking at it carefully in the light of the white qi.

"Tsk! Great minds think alike."

After the words of praise fell, Chen Xuan turned his head to look down at the two sneaky figures and continued:
"But I don't understand, have you ever considered the consequences of doing something like this?"

"you!"

The two monks were startled and stood there in a daze. The young monk's heart was pounding with fear, and the wound in his chest that had not yet healed immediately began to swell and ache.

The other middle-aged monk who had achieved enlightenment for the second time was even more terrified, because he didn't notice the movement made by Chen Xuan at all. The other party's strength was far beyond his imagination!
"Wow..."

Chen Xuan picked up his clothes and draped them over his strong, upright and powerful body. He walked past the two of them as if no one was around, looking out the crack in the door.

The night rain has stopped, and the damp air is mixed with the cold fog in the swamp.

"Click! Click!"

Inside the camp, a sparse firelight lit up. The old monk who made precious tea soup was preparing morning porridge. Some monks sat like clay statues, chanting morning sutras. Outside the camp, some monks had already taken their tools and were silently chopping wood...

A monk's gaze was looking towards Chen Xuan...

"Ah……"

Chen Xuan closed the half-open door and turned around.

In the dim light, the two monks seemed to see an arc of ambiguous smile on Chen Xuan's handsome face with clear edges and corners, which made them shudder, as if their hearts were being gripped by a strong force, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"Brother..." The young monk's eyes were filled with horror, and he spoke with difficulty.

When I met Chen Xuan yesterday, I just thought he was an ordinary Qigong practitioner who was quite alert. In fact, I didn't take him seriously.

But the young monk was very cautious. To ensure that everything went smoothly, he still summoned a senior brother who had long been dissatisfied with the Hanging Temple. However, when he actually faced Chen Xuan at this moment, he seemed to realize what kind of person he was about to face.

The other party spotted them and immediately set off, quickly checking to see if there were any accomplices outside... As if they had discovered something, they turned around and closed the wooden door tightly, blocking them in the room...

"You damned bastard, are you trying to escape?"

The middle-aged monk's expression changed drastically, and he shouted in vain. His deeds were exposed, and his mind raced, and he immediately and decisively turned the tables.

This was all within the plan. The Qi practitioners had extremely strong perception. Once discovered, they could kill Chen Xuan with lightning speed, and then slander Chen Xuan by saying that he had been seduced by Yan Yushu, the Six Desires Heaven. No one would doubt this excuse!
However, if there is no paper version of the ancient scripture, this trip will be in vain...

"boom!"

At the same time, the middle-aged monk raised his fist, a white light flashed, and he attacked Chen Xuan without hesitation.

Although Chen Xuan's sudden second metamorphosis was beyond expectations, does that mean he is no longer a second-stage metamorphosis expert?

Back then, he achieved an extremely high level of strength of over 5,000 kilograms, broke through the limits of his physical fitness and stepped into the second stage of enlightenment. Now, this punch has a force of over 10,000 kilograms!

The opponent has just broken through and hasn't had time to proceed to the second stage of metamorphosis. How can we resist?
"Bang!" The heavy sound of the collision of bronze bells was heard, and the middle-aged monk's fist, which was filled with golden and white light, was instantly grabbed by a big hand and forced to hover in the air.

"C-Crack!"

Chen Xuan's five fingers were like iron pliers. He grabbed the opponent's fist with one hand, and a rough sound like the friction between metal and iron came out of his palm.

"Moo!"

The shadow of a giant elephant, nearly ten feet tall, almost filled up half of the room behind the middle-aged monk. It pushed forward with all its might, unleashing tremendous force, and its four thick thighs carved a foot-deep ditch on the ground.

But Chen Xuan was like an indestructible mountain. Not only did his body remain motionless, but even his arms hanging in the air did not tremble at all.

"Where's your immortal energy?"

The middle-aged monk was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, because Chen Xuan's palm was dim and he didn't even use his immortal energy at all. He just relied on the strength of his physical body to block the powerful punch that he launched with the Little Elephant Magic.

He was terrified and couldn't understand what was going on!
Chen Xuan broke through with eight thousand kilograms of energy. The nearly four thousand kilograms of energy accumulated from the Green Deer and Fire Bird magic tricks had been completely integrated into his body after his physical fitness broke through the limit.

Twelve thousand kilograms!

Now, in terms of strength alone, Chen Xuan has surpassed most of the second-level immortality practitioners.

You know, even the most outstanding genius in the Red Crow City, with a physique of 6,000 kilograms, stepped into the realm of breakthrough. When he reached the second limit of his body, his strength doubled, and in the end he only had 12,000 kilograms of strength!

"Immortal Qi?"

Chen Xuan's stern face suddenly became clear after the fist, and instantly became extremely bright. Between his pupils, mouth, nose and other orifices, red flames with a temperature of tens of millions degrees rolled and emerged rapidly, like a fountain of fire!
"Open your eyes wide and look carefully!"

Chen Xuan was like an immortal walking out of flames, with orange-red flames dancing on his flying hair, burning from the ends of his hair and turning into raging flames in an instant.

The fire method was flamboyant and fierce, and Chen Xuan used an extremely powerful punch.

"Howl!"

The middle-aged monk's eyes were red, and his pupils were almost melted by the flames from the fist mark. The fear rising in his heart was instantly swallowed up and annihilated by the red Qi fire!

The firebird spreads its wings and sings loudly!
"Bang!"

The middle-aged monk flew backwards, and the giant elephant's tusks broke. Its huge, bloated body seemed to be squeezed by a huge force, and its skin, bones and tendons piled back layer by layer before collapsing into smoke with a bang...

An entire wall of the hut vanished, and the scattered wood chips dissipated in the air, like countless fireflies dancing in the sky...

"Hehe..."

The other young monk had a dull look in his eyes and turned his head in confusion. In the night view more than 20 meters behind the house, the huge firebird seemed to be holding a charred insect in its mouth and crashing into the ground. The sea of fire that splashed out lit up the entire sky.

"Chichi!"

Green smoke curled up. The middle-aged monk who was split into two by a punch had his body charred black. The red fire refined the white gold, and even the bones strengthened by the white qi were burned into charcoal that shattered at the touch.

Everyone in the camp was awakened by the huge noise and began to get agitated.

"You and I……"

The young monk subconsciously turned around and shouted in panic: "This is the Hanging Temple, you can't kill people! I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Amidst the flying sparks, Chen Xuan walked towards him, his voice calm but as cold as a sword falling.

"You don't have to beg me..."

A palm surrounded by fire loomed down.

(End of this chapter)