Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 257 Dalang, it’s time to drink medicine

Even without magic treasures and magic power, Deng Chanyu is still one of the top generals in the world. The Phoenix clan's fighting instincts are not used in normal times, but now they are stimulated by this high-frequency battle.

After defeating the tenth enemy, Deng Chanyu was physically and mentally exhausted. She felt that she had to take the initiative and not allow the Wu Clan to send out enemies at will.

The opponents are familiar with her moves, and those who are willing to fight think they have some confidence. If they continue to fight like this, she will have no time to recover her strength, so the job of selecting opponents must be done by her.

At this time, her ten victories in ten battles had attracted the attention of the entire witch village, and all the witches came out to watch.

She searched the crowd and quickly found a dwarf who looked only one meter tall. "That dwarf, yes, that's you. Come out. You've been staring at me. I've been annoyed with you for a long time!"

Under Deng Chanyu's gaze, the "dwarf" stood up, more than three meters tall! He had been sitting on a low stool before.

Deng Chanyu: “.”

The witches in the prehistoric world are all over ten meters, or even twenty meters tall, but under the heavy pressure of the Pangu world, they are basically of normal size, and can grow up to three meters. One can only say that they are strong!

She quickly changed her words: "Wrong, wrong, I was talking about the aunt next to you!"

The aunt looked ordinary, but when her blood and energy started flowing, her muscles swelled up, and she looked like a human female King Kong.

Daji introduced her to her: "This auntie seems to be Wushan's mother."

Is it Wushan who is known for "loving farming"? Is he really that fierce?
Deng Chanyu wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Auntie, it's not you, it's not you, it's that old man with the palm-leaf fan!"

That's right, she just wanted to beat up an old man for fun.

There was a cry of surprise from the Witch Clan, but the speech was so fast that she couldn't understand what was said. She saw the Witch Clan members whispering to each other for a few sentences, and soon the crowd dispersed. An extremely burly old warrior of the Witch Clan, with arms thicker than Deng Chanyu's waist and a white beard hanging down to his belly, who looked like an enlarged version of a dwarf, walked out.

Deng Chanyu's heart skipped a beat. This isn't what I mean by beating an old man.
Who is stronger, the top general of the human race or the old warrior of the witch race?

Deng Chanyu's answer was twenty moves. The opponent discarded his palm-leaf fan and, wielding two massive hammers, danced with such ferocity that it seemed like a madman. She exerted herself exceptionally, her Qi and blood surging to the limit, a phoenix looming behind her. But the veteran warrior still found a flaw. One hammer knocked her Qinglong halberd away, and another sent her flying over ten meters. She slammed heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. She remained motionless for a long time.

The Wu clan muttered a few words, and Wu Ling, who was defeated by her, brought a bowl of something a little cloudy and green, like vegetable soup.

Daji took the soup, suppressed her laughter, came to Deng Chanyu, and said very gently: "Dalang, it's time to drink the medicine"

She had heard this story from someone.

Deng Chanyu: "What kind of medicine is this?"

"This is..." Daji translated it in her mind before speaking in Yin language, "It's a decoction developed by the ancestor witch Shebishi. It can quickly restore physical strength and strengthen the body."

Daji hesitated for a moment and whispered, "They said you were a little weak and needed some nourishment."

Deng Chanyu's eyes widened. "Am I still weak? If I am weak, then what are those guys I just defeated?"
Daji shrugged and said, "That's what they said, not me."

"Is it really okay to drink this? I won't pay any price, right?" Deng Chanyu was a little confused. Shebi Shi was the ancestor of poison, right? Could this green stuff be drunk?
This time, Daji was very sure that the Wu clan would not use poison, so she drank it boldly.

Deng Chanyu defeated ten opponents, so she got a little reward. Daji, who was already down with just three moves, hadn't even finished yet. "Okay!" Deng Chanyu picked up the big bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

The expected pain came quickly, but it was not pain in the conventional sense. It was pain in every drop of blood and every muscle in the body.

Even though she couldn't use her magic power, she wasn't going to abandon the demeanor of a Xuanmen immortal. She sat cross-legged on the ground, closed her eyes, and endured the tearing pain in her body.

On the other side, her ten defeated generals were being scolded by the old man Wu Zhan from the Wu clan, and each of them was howling like a little wolf cub.

Daji challenged the Wu clan warriors again.

This time he was well prepared and had accumulated a lot of experience in dealing with Wu Clan warriors. He held out for thirty moves before Wu Ling hit his ankle with a stick and defeated him.

The body is a precious raft for navigating the world, and this is known to all those who practice Taoism. Deng Chanyu dare not say that she is solely focused on using the Eight-Nine Profound Art to refine her body, but she is not a novice on this path.

It's hard to say about those Xuanxian and Jinxian, but when she attended the Peach Festival in Heaven, none of the True Immortals she saw could match her in body refinement. Even so, she was still evaluated as "weak in body" by the Witch Clan, which made her want to curse.

Now you can curse if you want. The Wu clan is not a civilized group. It is normal for you to curse me and I to curse you.

The key is to have a strong fist.

Deng Chanyu had no problem beating up a few "children," but beating up experienced Wu Clan warriors was extremely difficult and required some luck. Beating up an old Wu Clan warrior who was very old but hadn't weakened at all was completely out of the question. Their martial arts and combat experience had already reached the pinnacle, so she could only hold out for a little while.
"Try to cut her mid-lane!"

"Hit her lower body!"

"Grab her face!"

With the help of Deng Chanyu's off-field guidance, Daji was beaten like a mud monkey, but she finally gritted her teeth and defeated the first female warrior of the Wu clan.

Deng Chanyu sat aside and applauded her.

"Okay! Well done!"

In the past, Daji would have felt embarrassed, but now she has discarded those useless emotions, leaning on a stick, afraid of falling, and forcing a smile.

Now Daji is almost at the level of a first-class general. Twenty-three years later, when she attacks King Zhou, she might even be able to fight him on the battlefield.
Daji recovered some strength and did not continue the challenge. Instead, she went to the side to practice her stick techniques, think about the mistakes in the previous battle, learn lessons, and prepare for the challenge next time.

Deng Chanyu placed her hands on her knees, closed her eyes for ten breaths, and when she opened them again, they were full of fighting spirit.

A vivid phoenix shadow appeared behind her.

This is not the Dharma image of Marichi, nor is it the Three Flowers of Xuanmen. If you have to say it, it is somewhat related to the Five Qis Returning to the Origin.

As her control over her body became more and more comprehensive, every cell in her body was mobilized to the extreme. The power between qi and blood was transformed through the five internal organs, and finally completed the transformation in the form of red light in the heart, and was input into the whole body, forming this phoenix shadow.

The Five Qis have not yet "conveyed" to the Origin, but with the continuous fighting, the five energies in the chest are considered to be fully connected.

(End of this chapter)