Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 149 Chapter 148 Ullambana Festival (Part )

In the lotus pond, six or seven young men were waiting under the high platform, nervously watching You Jingfeng and Hou Yichen fighting against the disciples of Tiangu Temple on both sides.

"break!"

Hou Yichen held a two-handed long sword in his hand, and the sword's momentum was long and fierce, like a gust of wind, and one could faintly see some shadows of the Yaksha's swordsmanship.

The disciple from Tiangu Temple who was fighting with him was also in the state of perfect muscles. His body was swollen due to the surging blood and energy, and combined with the clothes made of demon fur, he looked really hideous and terrifying.

The two fought for half a minute. Amid the cheers of the onlookers, the disciple from Tiangu Temple was finally defeated.

"Thank you for letting me do this, Senior Brother."

Hou Yichen bowed, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably. It was obvious that passing through eight levels in a row had consumed a lot of physical strength.

Turning around, I saw You Jingfeng's eagle claws grabbing fiercely and cunningly, and the fight ended at that moment.

The Tiangu Temple disciple who fought with him was slightly weaker, with many bloody wounds on his body, and his right palm trembled from time to time.

"Concession"

The two men finished their fight and stepped down from the platform. The young heroes who were watching came over to congratulate them.

The confidence that was hit by Shi Tianlong was slowly restored in the process of breaking through the levels.

This is right.

Although he is not a peerless genius, his muscles are truly perfect and he has experience in fighting with others.

Losing to a monster like Shi Tianlong who cannot be judged by common sense is just a coincidence. How could an ordinary man with perfect muscles be my opponent?
"Brothers, there's only one hurdle left. Wouldn't it be a shame if you don't go and take a look?"

"Yes, as a man one must be thorough. Even if one cannot win, the battle between muscles and internal organs is a rare experience."

A group of people were encouraging and goading them from the side, and the two of them were somewhat tempted when they heard what they said, mainly because they had been unstoppable all the way, which made them feel that they were capable.

"What do you think, Brother You?"

Hou Yichen looked to his side and saw that the other party was also obviously eager to try.

"I think it's possible. There aren't many opportunities to fight against the Viscera Realm. It's a rare opportunity to encounter the Yulan Festival, and I won't have any worries."

"We don't seek to defeat the strong with the weak, but at least we can demonstrate the unyielding fighting spirit and courage of both of us."

"Even if we lose, we still made it to the eighth level."

"Yes, it doesn't hurt to try."

After the two of them finished talking, they took a short breath and then walked towards the deepest part.

The onlookers on the side could only watch, because they had not yet passed the customs and could not follow in.

Wei Bin was also in the crowd, but he did not rush to challenge. Instead, he waited patiently for others to come on stage.

Of course, there will not be only two disciples guarding the eighth level, but six people who take turns, so that they can adjust their status and avoid being too tired.

During this period of time, several more people passed the seventh level and came here.

After the challenger had fought for two rounds, Wei Bin had observed almost all the moves of the gatekeeper disciples, so he deliberately chose the one who had fought with You Jingfeng before.

The opponent's condition was worse than the other five, and the injury on his right hand seemed to be a bit of a hindrance.

Wei Bin made it to the eighth level by picking up the leaks.

There is no such thing as despicable or not. He only wants to be admitted to Tiangu Temple, and during the assessment, of course, the more levels he passes, the better.

"I don't know how far You Jingfeng and Hou Yichen can go. The Sophora japonica trees in the Medicine King Academy are real internal organs."

Wei Bin shook his head secretly, was not optimistic about the two of them, and went straight to the ring.

"Brother You, do you know much about the Sophora japonica in Yaowangyuan?"

The closer he got to the ninth level, the more nervous Hou Yichen became.

"I'm not too sure, I just know that all of Master Decong's disciples practice the Garuda King Fist, and they're fierce and powerful."

"Fortunately, the martial arts you and I practice are not dragon and snake-related, otherwise we would have made a fool of ourselves."

You Jingfeng was born in the Eagle Claw Sect. His goal in entering the Tiangu Temple was to learn the top-grade martial arts of the Yaowang Academy, the "Flame Garuda Fist Sutra", so he naturally had some knowledge of it.

The two walked across the pier laid on the water and headed towards the last level.

However, unlike the eight previous levels that were built up into high platforms, there were only some scattered wooden stakes for people to stand on here.

When the two approached again, the scene before them made their pupils constrict.

In the middle of the scattered wooden stakes that protruded one foot above the water surface, there was an empty area of ​​water with no place to stand.

A young man with a lotus crown on his head and bare upper body was sitting cross-legged on the water.

With every breath, the red lotus and green lotus swayed gently, reflecting the majestic yet compassionate face.

The skin is as smooth as ivory, and the muscle lines are as sharp as rock and very clear.

The other party opened his eyes and stood up, his left hand pressing a sword with a dragon-sparrow-shaped ring on it. The golden arm ring made the muscles in his left arm more relaxed and eye-catching.

“Finally someone has arrived.”

Li Cunxiao walked barefoot on the water without sinking. He took a few steps forward and stroked the water with his palms:

"Stand on the wooden stake and don't fall into the water for sixty breaths. You will pass the test."

"Two junior brothers, who will go first?"

You Jingfeng and Hou Yichen stared at Li Cunxiao's feet stepping on the water. There was no sign of him sinking. They could only remain silent for a moment.

"Brother You, let's just forget it."

Hou Yichen's voice was dry. The other party's extraordinary appearance had already made him start to back off.

Isn't Yuan Huai a shaved-head disciple? Isn't he bald?
"This person is not Yuanhuai," You Jingfeng's expression was uncertain.

He originally came here to learn the martial arts of the Garuda tribe, so he had naturally done his homework on the disciples of the head monk of the Medicine King Academy.

Originally, he wanted to see the Garuda King Fist in advance and make himself familiar to his future senior brother, so he came to the last level where he was bound to fail.

But now the person guarding the gate is a stranger. Should we still fight?
"We must fight. Brother Hou, look around. We've come this far. If we retreat without a fight, we'll truly become a laughing stock in the future."

Upon hearing this, Hou Yichen looked up and took a deep breath as he saw the gazes coming from all directions.

"If you two junior brothers don't mind, you can come together."

Li Cunxiao suddenly spoke. You Jingfeng and Hou Yichen did not show any anger at being looked down upon. Instead, they were delighted. They looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"Then I am offended!"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them shot out three feet like an arrow from a bow, their feet left the platform and stepped onto the wooden stakes.

But they did not attack, but dispersed and stayed far apart.

"Delaying for time?"

Li Cunxiao just smiled faintly, took out a special thin incense stick from his waist, rubbed it with his hands, and it burned and emitted wisps of green smoke.

There is a scale on each piece of incense, which is exactly sixty breaths of time.

With gentle force, the slender bamboo stick can be easily inserted into the wooden stake.

"It's a good idea, but it's useless!"

Ripples appeared on the water surface, spread, and the reflection on the water surface was suddenly cut in half by the sharp wind.

Hou Yichen listened to the sound of wind in his ears, turned around in horror, and saw a palm that was getting bigger and bigger.

"I was at least ten feet away. Just a moment?! No!"

Bang!
There was a muffled sound like the beating of a drum, and the water in the distant pond suddenly exploded into a splash several meters high.

Li Cunxiao slowly withdrew his hand, and with a glance of his golden eyes, he saw You Jingfeng with his arms spread out, like a big eagle, fleeing quickly on the wooden stake.

His face was full of horror:
"Hou Yichen and I are about the same level, but when we met, he didn't even have time to draw his sword. This man's strength is even more terrifying than Shi Tianlong!"

"It's definitely not the entry level of internal organs, it's at least a small success, or even a great success!"

While fleeing in panic, he subconsciously turned back to look at the incense stick.

No matter what, hold on for at least ten breaths.
Just as he was thinking this, You Jingfeng turned around and saw a long, thick hand with distinct joints like ivory covering his head. His vision instantly went black.

Bang! ! !
Another splash of water about ten feet high exploded. After a moment, a head emerged from the water. Turning around, he saw Hou Yichen's head next to him. Behind the two of them was the platform where they had just stood.

The two could only smile bitterly for a moment.

They hadn't suffered any injuries, not even a single mark on their faces, but this only served to highlight the opponent's immense strength. The ninth level was completely hopeless.

"Two junior brothers, please leave through the door behind me."

Li Cunxiao spoke in a gentle voice, which made You Jingfeng and Hou Yichen feel better.

If I return the same way, I will definitely endure the strange looks from those people in the eighth level. I didn't expect that this senior brother would not be so harsh and treat others so gently.

After watching the two of them thank him and leave sadly, Li Cunxiao glanced at the incense sticks and realized that only twenty breaths had passed.

"The abbot asked me to guard the gate, but he didn't allow me to use magic treasures, and he didn't tell me what I should do to meet his requirements."

"But since we are guarding the gate, we must be loyal to our duties and not let anyone who is unqualified pass."

"So, the more weeds out, the better?"

Li Cunxiao rubbed his chin. After his transformation into a celestial being, he no longer had any stubble; it felt smooth to the touch.

"Brothers, for the sake of my Infernal Hell Spear, I'll have to let you endure a little injustice. Hey, is there someone else coming?"

He looked at the person who came and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Looks a little familiar?
"Why haven't You Jingfeng and Hou Yichen come out yet?"

Wei Bin breathed slightly. At this time, there were only five people left at the eighth level, including him, and the rest had been eliminated.

He was hesitating whether to go and take a look at the ninth level.

To be honest, he was able to make it to the eighth level because of the benefits he got along the way. Logically, he should have quit at this point.

But then again, we're already here.

Even though he knew he wouldn't pass, the hope in his heart kept telling him that even just showing up would be a big benefit.

Losing to someone of the same level is called inferiority of skill. But losing to one's internal organs is called honorable defeat.

Even if it is not "passing the ninth level" but "breaking into the ninth level", it is better than only reaching the eighth level.

While he was struggling and hesitating, he suddenly heard a commotion outside. Upon listening carefully, he realized that it was Shi Tianlong who had rushed in with unstoppable force.

It took Wei Bin and the others nearly half an hour to break through the first eight levels.

The battle may not be that intense, but the consumption is accumulated over and over again, and it is always necessary to adjust your breathing and recover.

But at that moment, in less than half a minute, the noise outside became louder and louder, and closer and closer, and the onlookers were shouting like a commotion:
".Wow! I made it through the third, fourth, and fifth levels."

"We've reached the seventh level. It's going so fast!"

"Doesn't Shi Tianlong need to rest at all?"

"The internal organs realm at the age of twenty is so terrifying!"

The noisy sound seemed like some kind of urging. Wei Bin knew in his heart that if he wanted to go to the ninth level, he had to do it as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once Shi Tianlong arrived, the attention of the chief elders of Tiangu Temple would all be diverted. Then when he went on stage again, he would not be showing off, but would be making a fool of himself.

"Give it a try!"

Wei Bin gritted his teeth. Since he didn't get any information from You Jingfeng and Hou Yichen, there was nothing he could do, so he could only go ahead.

He quickly crossed the plank road over the pond and soon saw Li Cunxiao standing on the water in the lotus pond.

Wei Bin's pupils shrank, and a smile immediately appeared on his face:
"This senior brother, you are polite."

Ok?
Li Cunxiao squinted his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. He felt that he looked familiar and quickly remembered where he had seen him before.

It was in the information Yuanhua gave him about Yuanjue and the Wei family.

He remembered Wei Bin's portrait particularly clearly because there was a rumor that the other party was very likely the posthumous son of Wei Yun who died that year.

He was the person recorded in Li Cunxiao's little notebook.

"Are you Junior Brother Wei Bin? Deacon Yuanjue's nephew?"

Wei Bin was surprised to hear the other party suddenly speak.

"Brother, do you know my uncle?!"

Li Cunxiao suddenly laughed.

"I know him. He has some connection with my master."

"This level requires you to hold out for sixty breaths without falling into the water to pass."

As he spoke, the incense sticks inserted into the wooden stake were lit again.

“You better give it your all.”

Wei Bin thought the other party was giving him a friendly reminder, and upon hearing that, he mobilized his energy and blood, and snake scales appeared on his neck.

But its body did not become slender, but instead became thick and long, like a human python, and instantly wrapped around the wooden stake.

"Then I am offended!"

Wei Bin's eyes grew vertically like snake pupils, and he let out a hissing sound. His body twisted in the air, making a sound of breaking through the air, and pounced forward.

What he practiced was the Great Wisdom Belly Fist, a mid-level martial art derived from the temple's top-level martial art, the Earth Dragon Skill.

This boxing style belongs to the Mahoragha sect. It is named so because the python god has no other thoughts but greed for food and is devoted to great wisdom. He walks on his belly.

This style of boxing is like a gluttonous python god. It has no other magical powers except for its powerful energy and blood, which is the best among all martial arts.

In other words, it can withstand a beating!
Seeing that Li Cunxiao did not move, Wei Bin felt more at ease, believing that the other party was giving him a chance to show his full strength for the sake of his uncle Yuanjue.

The blood in his body surged, making a faint sound of water. While in the air, he exerted a strong suction force.

With his hands folded, he rushed straight to Li Cunxiao's head - Dragon Sucking Water!

"You dare to attack me? Really..."

Li Cunxiao laughed dumbly, his eyes suddenly becoming icy cold:

"act recklessly!"

what? !

The person in front of him suddenly changed his expression, and the vague murderous intent made Wei Bin feel cold in his heart, but he was too late to do anything, and the other person had disappeared from his sight.

The right foot stepped on the water and spun, and the left foot was raised high, like a big axe. The moment it fell, the air was twisted and squeezed, making an explosive sound -

boom! ! ! !

Wei Bin's body was like a stone skipping on the water, creating more than a dozen waves on the lotus pond, and finally rushed out ten feet and hit the edge of the lotus pond.

Blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were lifeless, and the severe pain from his broken ribs made him unable to move.

"Bin'er!"

Yuanjue's eyes were bloodshot and he was about to rush out with a roar, but Yuanhua beside him swung his body and blocked his way.

There was a gloomy smile on his greasy face.

"Brother Yuanjue, what do you want to do?"

Yuanjue's chest heaved violently, and the true energy in his body rose and changed uncontrollably. However, Yuanjue was not afraid at all. He also narrowed his eyes and released his true energy.

"What are you doing?"

The abbot of the Arhat Hall, Deming, noticed something was wrong, and the two of them immediately restrained their momentum.

"Yuanjue, I know Wei Bin is your nephew, but this is the Yulan Festival."

"Master, Li Cunxiao was too cruel and unfair!"

Yuanjue wanted to say something, but he only received a stern look from Abbot Deming.

He could only watch angrily as the disciples in the temple carried the limp Wei Bin away. Li Cunxiao noticed the look in their eyes, but didn't care and even smiled at him.

You're next, baldy.
At this moment, the faint sound of footsteps on the plank road caught Li Cunxiao's attention.

Turning around, I saw a young man in brocade clothes and a round collar, slowly pushing open the leather sheath as he took a step.

On the broad blade, two mountain-like protrusions add a sense of thickness.

"I am Shi Tianlong, and I have come here to challenge you!"

(End of this chapter)