Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 39 Let me die knowing who you are!

How many people in the Xiantian realm are there in the entire Luyang Prefecture?
Even if Yang Yaozu had never seen every Xiantian realm master, he had heard of their names, knew their appearance and characteristics, as well as their representative skills and combat techniques.

But he was sure that he had never seen or heard of Zhang Yuan in front of him.

"Luyang Prefecture, when did such a person of the Xiantian realm appear..."

Yang Yaozu fell to the ground and whispered something. Then his face turned pale. He turned over and got up, running towards Guangyuan Village.

Why is there fire in Guangyuan Village?

"Bald Donkey, if anything happens to my brothers in the village..."

He dared not think.

The monks from Liang Yuanyu who arrived had friendly faces and spoke in a very easy-going manner.

They only said that they were Buddhist disciples and it was inconvenient for them to act in Daqin, so they asked for help from Guangyuan Village.

They also demonstrated their strength. They were indeed very strong, but they did not intend to bully the weak.

Moreover, the leading monk also agreed that as long as Yang Yaozu was found, he would accept him as his disciple and personally teach him Buddhist boxing.

Everything is agreed.

Now, why are there flames rising from Guangyuan Village?
Zhang Yuan didn't have so many questions, he just walked in the air, each step covering ten feet.

Although those at the innate realm of martial arts cannot achieve the legendary flying with air or flying with swords as in the legend of immortals, they can, with the addition of true energy, be as light as a swallow, walk as fast as flying, and step into the air like clouds.

Two years ago, Zhang Yuan found a good martial arts light-body technique and practiced it quietly.

Generals on the battlefield rarely practice light-body skills because the methods are different and it is not pleasant to practice them.

For Zhang Yuan, there are not so many concerns.

He only cultivated the technique, and then used the perception beads to improve it. However, after more than half a year, he had integrated the light body technique into his own mountain and river movements.

The practice of the light body technique not only allowed him to have the agility and speed of a martial artist, but also gave him a deeper understanding of strength.

Lift light things as if they were heavy, and lift heavy things as if they were light. Control the two forces and change them at will to achieve a true transformation of yin and yang.

As he ran, Zhang Yuan's eyes shone with golden-red light.

Above the mountain ahead, apart from the flames rising into the sky, there were only scattered pale red beams of light.

There are only so few people left alive in a village with hundreds of people?
The murderous intent in Zhang Yuan's eyes condensed into reality.

The bandits in Guangyuan Village can be killed, but that requires the Qin government to do it.

It is not allowed for Buddhists from Liangyuanyu to come to Daqin to kill people!

Looking around, he saw more than ten reddish beams of light in the mountains behind the village.

There is also one that is an orange-red color that is only found in the Innate Realm.

Zhang Yuan was in the Wuwei Yamen and had seen some information about Buddhist practitioners in Liangyuan Territory.

These Buddhist practitioners often infiltrated Daqin and other countries, spreading their teachings under the pretext of equality of all beings and Buddha's salvation of the world.

However, these Buddhists who claim to be compassionate are actually ruthless when it comes to killing people.

Zhang Yuan moved like an arrow from a bow, and in a few flashes he was already in front of the mountain.

"who!"

"careful!"

There were cries of surprise in the forest.

Zhang Yuan flew and landed on the top of a tree. A bald man below stepped on the tree trunk, jumped up a few feet, and punched Zhang Yuan on the head.

This punch was fierce and powerful. If it hit, the sternum would be shattered and the internal organs would be displaced.

It seems that what is written in the scriptures is true. These Buddhists who claim to be compassionate are not compassionate at all in their actions.

Zhang Yuanren stood on the treetop, supported himself on one foot, squatted slightly, raised his right foot, and kicked down hard.

This move is a Jianghu martial art called the "Ye Ma Qian" (Horse-facing Squat). With one foot exerting force, one can kick forward and backward.

The force of one strike is like the galloping of a horse.

"Bam—"

Zhang Yuan kicked the punching man right in the chest, knocking his body down a few feet and landing among the rocks in the mountains and forests.

Zhang Yuan's body began to fall, and he stepped forward, stepping on the head of the fallen man.

"Snapped--"

All red and white.

In the forest, the Buddhists who were originally sitting in a circle stood up and looked at Zhang Yuan, who fell from the sky with his feet covered in blood.

In the darkness of the night, Zhang Yuan looked like a demon.

For a moment, all these bald men stood there in a daze.

I've seen people who were ruthless, but I've never seen anyone as ruthless as this in killing people.

After a few breaths. "Kill——"

Someone roared and came towards Zhang Yuan with a long stick.

The two men on the other side did not hesitate either, and slashed Zhang Yuan's waist with the heavy long swords in their hands.

Several gray-robed Buddhists standing not far away clenched their sticks and long swords in their hands, with ferocious looks on their faces, staring at Zhang Yuan.

"Bam—"

The long stick that fell on his head was shattered by Zhang Yuan's punch.

Raise the right fist, press the left fist forward, and punch forward, all in one smooth movement.

The Mountain Moving Fist's technique and the Half-Step Collapse Fist's technique from the Iron Armor Fist are combined to create a comprehensive fist movement that moves as the heart desires.

"Snapped--"

Zhang Yuan's left fist hit the chest of the Buddhist holding the stick. The Buddhist's body flew backwards instantly, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The body flew backwards and hit a one-foot-thick pine tree behind.

The trunk of the tree snapped and slowly fell over.

This punch is more powerful than a bull!
"Xiantian realm!"

The monk in front, holding a crescent-shaped shovel and wearing a string of duck egg-sized beads around his neck, shouted, "Retreat—"

He did not retreat but advanced, and smashed the crescent-shaped shovel in his hand horizontally towards Zhang Yuan's waist.

At this moment, two long swords fell at the sides of Zhang Yuan, and a crescent-shaped shovel swept across in front of him.

His only option was to retreat.

But he didn't retreat.

In this world, the only one who can make him retreat is probably the Grandmaster.

The two swords were coming down, and he moved forward to meet them, raised his arms, and rushed forward like a galloping horse.

The two long swords missed, and the two bald warriors were hit in the chest by Zhang Yuan's arms. Blood spurted from their mouths and they fell to the ground.

The true energy contained in this attack has broken their bones.

Back in Toyota County, Zhang Yuan and Master Tao were shot through the body by an arrow from a Xiantian realm cultivator. Zhang Yuan was fine, but Master Tao was immediately deprived of his martial arts skills.

This is the domineering power of the innate true energy.

After knocking down two people with one blow, Zhang Yuan turned around and kicked out to block the crescent-shaped shovel that was sweeping towards him.

"Bam—"

A surge of innate energy swirled up and turned into a strong gale, sweeping up the scattered pine needles and rocks.

The bald warriors scattered around retreated uncontrollably.

Two powerful men in the innate realm fought each other. Those below the innate realm were all ants.

"what--"

From the mountains below came Yang Yaozu's heart-wrenching roar.

Zhang Yuan had a blank expression on his face as he walked forward. The true energy outside his body condensed, like a golden armor.

"Donor, we have no hatred against each other. Today's incident must be a misunderstanding." The monk holding the crescent-shaped shovel dragged the shovel with one hand, took a step back, and spoke in a deep voice.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were filled with a faint bloodshot color. "You entered my Qin territory and killed my Qin people. Today, I, the captain, will send you to see your Ming Wang Buddha."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuan took a step forward, lowered his waist, and punched.

He threw a punch, and golden light gathered on the tip of his fist. Behind him, the faint shadow of a mountain emerged.

"The fist will condense into a shape!"

The innate Buddhist cultivator in front of him screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and blocked in front of him with the crescent-shaped shovel in his hand.

"Click——"

The crescent-shaped shovel broke, and a huge force like a mountain collapsing hit the Buddhist cultivator's chest.

The Buddhist beads as big as duck eggs shattered and sank deep into the sternum, and the body of the Buddhist cultivator in the Xiantian realm retreated backwards.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

After three steps, he fell to the ground and looked up at Zhang Yuan.

"Let me die knowingly."

"who are you?"

(End of this chapter)