Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 40 The one who killed you was the Black Tiger, the Black Armored Captain of the Black Ice Platform in Luyang Prefecture of the Great Qin
With one strike, the tendons and veins of a Buddhist cultivator in the Xiantian realm, who was famous for his powerful physical strength, were severed.

This is the suppression of absolute strength, a crushing of both cultivation and martial arts skills.

Whether in terms of cultivation or the display of martial arts skills, Zhang Yuan far surpassed the level of this Buddhist practitioner in the early stage of the Xiantian realm.

"The one who killed you was Black Tiger, the Black Armored Captain of the Black Ice Platform in Luyang Prefecture of the Great Qin."

Zhang Yuan growled, took a step forward, and kicked the innate realm Buddhist cultivator in the chest.

With a kick, the Buddhist cultivator's body was kicked three feet away and hit a piece of bluestone. The bluestone shattered and his body naturally broke directly.

A ball of innate energy dissipated in an instant and turned into a column of smoke.

From the time Zhang Yuan arrived and took action to the time he killed a Xiantian realm cultivator, it took less than a hundred breaths.

This method left the Buddhists scattered around dumbfounded.

When did a powerful person in the Xiantian realm become so fragile that he was even weaker than a child?

These martial artists in the martial arts world have no idea what battlefield martial arts are.

Although Zhang Yuan has practiced many martial arts, he has long developed the character of killing with one strike and never hesitates when taking action.

In a fight on the battlefield, life and death are always decided within three or five moves. How could they fight with you?

Unless you really meet an equally powerful opponent.

Unfortunately, no one here is qualified to compete with Zhang Yuan.

Behind him, Yang Yaozu, who came with a long knife, looked up at the rising column of smoke with a confused look on his face.

That Buddhist cultivator in the Xiantian realm was actually killed by Zhang Yuan?
"You will avenge Guangyuan Village yourself."

Zhang Yuan's voice came.

Yang Yaozu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he rushed towards the scattered Buddhists with a long knife in his hand.

Guangyuan Village, which he had run for more than ten years, was massacred by these Buddhists and burned to the ground. How could he not hate them?

He wished he could cut these Buddhists into pieces!

Zhang Yuan didn't care how Yang Yaozu took revenge. He walked straight to the Xiantian realm Buddhist cultivator who was killed by him, reached out and fumbled around for a few times, and took out a small iron box.

This iron box was clearly made of meteorite iron and was hidden in the Buddhist cultivator's chest. It did not break even when he punched it with his concentrated fist.

Fist momentum, or fist intention, is actually the means by which martial arts, when cultivated to a very high level, are combined with one's own cultivation and insights to transform into a mysterious force.

The same is true for swords and knives. There are sword energy and sword light, sword art and sword technique.

This artistic conception sounds complex and mysterious, but in fact, in Zhang Yuan's view, it is just a matter of going with the flow. Once the skills are mastered, everything will naturally come to fruition.

With the blessing of this kind of artistic conception, the power of martial arts exerted is actually only increased by 70% to 80%.

The reason why many practitioners are extremely superstitious about the artistic conception of martial arts is that it is an extremely difficult task to cultivate the skills to perfection and then align them with their own understanding.

Most strong people need to practice for dozens or even hundreds of years and constantly hone themselves before they have the opportunity to comprehend the artistic conception and gather the momentum.

In other words, those who have mastered the skills to the point where they can display their artistic conception are naturally powerful people who have honed their skills for countless years.

Of course, at the same level, a 70% to 80% increase in combat power is already a remarkable thing.

When Zhang Yuan put away the iron box and stood up, Yang Yaozu had already killed those Buddhist practitioners.

He was in the late stage of the acquired realm, so it was not difficult for him to kill a group of frightened Buddhist practitioners in anger.

"Dang Cang——"

Yang Yaozu threw away his long sword, knelt in front of Zhang Yuan, and knocked his head to the ground.

"Thank you, Lord Yang Yaozu, for avenging my Guangyuan Village."

"My life is mine."

Without Zhang Yuan killing the Xiantian realm Buddhist cultivator, it would be impossible to avenge the blood feud of more than a hundred people in Guangyuan Village.

Yang Yaozu knew his own limitations and knew that with his aptitude, it would be impossible for him to enter the innate realm in this lifetime.

"Your life is of no use to me." Zhang Yuan said calmly and loudly.

"Then I will follow you, sir." Yang Yaozu looked up at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan had said before that he would arrest him and send him to the Wuwei Yamen Prison.

Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on Yang Yaozu. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Take the remaining troops from Guangyuan Village to Jiulin County and seek refuge with the Zhao family."

"If anyone asks, just say Black Tiger saved you."

……

By the time the sergeant, Qi Junliang, and the others arrived at Guangyuan Village, it was already daybreak. Zhang Yuan was sitting on a cliff in front of the village, with some silver, money, and weapons in front of him.

"Zhang Yuan, are you okay?"

"Erhe, are you injured?"

"Brother Yuan!"

Everyone gathered around and looked at Zhang Yuan with concern.

The road was difficult to walk on at night. From afar, I could see flames rising into the sky, and a column of gas rising from the fallen Xiantian realm.

Everyone in the Wuwei Yamen was really afraid that Zhang Yuan would die in Guangyuan Village.

"fine."

Zhang Yuan stood up and pointed his finger forward at the innate Buddhist cultivator lying on the ground with a twisted body.

"These Buddhist cultivators from Liangyuan Territory are planning to rob their fellow thieves and wipe out most of Guangyuan Village."

"But the yellow bird was behind and was killed by the black tiger."

"The relic they were looking for was also snatched away by the black tiger."

Zhang Yuan just told the story, and everyone could already imagine what happened.

This is very consistent with the style of martial artists in the martial arts world.

The lowest level of bandits always lose their lives and are abandoned.

Even a strong outsider may not be the last one to laugh.

Those powerful gangsters are ruthless and have no moral principles, but they are often the final winners.

"Black Tiger, the guy who recently killed the master of Baichou Mountain?"

The sergeant shook his head and said in a deep voice, "He's ranked in the top 100 on the elite list. The higher-ups even issued a notice asking Luyang Prefecture to pay more attention to him."

It is indeed not difficult for someone in the top 100 of the elite list to intercept and kill a Buddhist cultivator in the innate realm.

"Relics, no wonder those Buddhist practitioners are trying to get them at the risk of their lives." Qi Junliang said in a low voice, looking at the bodies of the Buddhist practitioners lying on the ground.

A group of warriors stepped forward, searched the burned-down stronghold, collected the bones, and then took the bodies of the Buddhist monks back.

The silver, money and weapons collected by Zhang Yuan were also registered and considered as gains.

Originally, the military guards of Luyang Prefecture were going to break camp and return to Luyang Prefecture early in the morning, but because of the commotion last night, one military guard was sacrificed and two were seriously injured, and the sergeant was very angry.

After the magistrate of Yong'an County arrived, the two men discussed and decided that the two teams of armed guards would patrol upstream along the Guangji River.

Several bandit strongholds along the way were directly wiped out.

Many of the bandits who got the news ran away, and those who failed to escape either lost their lives or were captured.

Anyway, no one was killed by mistake when we took a trip on the river.

Because Zhang Yuan chased the enemy at night and made a lot of gains, he was not assigned to suppress the bandits. Instead, he was stationed in the camp and took care of the wounded soldiers.

Actually, it’s just to let him rest.

Entering the tent, he unfolded the book wrapped in brown paper.

Iron Body Kung Fu

The Buddhist techniques for tempering the physical body are not very advanced, but they are somewhat different from martial arts and are useful for tempering the physical body.

This is exactly what Zhang Yuan needs.

He currently lacks the opportunity to enter the Grandmaster realm, and does not know how to find and overcome the Grandmaster calamity. He can only find ways to constantly hone his body and improve his combat effectiveness.

This Buddhist method of strengthening the body can be used.

While flipping through the book, he shattered a bead of comprehension. After reading the exercises three times and practicing them a few times in the tent, Zhang Yuan felt a slight change in his body.

His fists were clenched, and there was a hint of tension.

The physical strength of qi and blood increased by at least two hundred kilograms.

In addition to achieving some success in the Iron Body Technique, Zhang Yuan killed a Buddhist cultivator in the Innate Realm and received thirty-six Buddha Yuan Beads in return.

The Buddha Yuan Pearl is an additional layer of power cultivated by Buddhist practitioners in the Xiantian realm in addition to their innate true essence.

After putting away the martial arts book, Zhang Yuan took out a small iron box from his arms.

Inside this iron box is the Buddhist treasure, the relic.

(End of this chapter)