Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 150 Chapter 149 Ullambana Festival (Part )

Shi Tianlong thought he had a chance of winning.

At the first eight gates, the disciples guarding the gates could only achieve perfect muscles.

Although there was some consumption when rushing through in one breath, it was not much.

The man in front of him, who was suspected to be the junior of the chief Decong, did not have a very strong aura and looked only three or four years older than him.

"Is it that he refined two internal organs? Or perhaps it was that he refined the internal organs to perfection?"

"I have a magic treasure in my hand, which gives me a great advantage among people of the same level."

"Even if he's a small realm higher than me, that's not a big difference."

While thinking secretly, he glanced at Wei Bin being carried away out of the corner of his eye.

He had also seen that kick just now. The power was nothing special, but the movement was really agile.

Moreover, the other party walked on water, but not relying on true qi, which obviously meant that he had practiced related martial arts.

Is it a sea patrolling Yaksha? Or a dragon, snake, or Naga?

Shi Tianlong was thinking about countermeasures, and Li Cunxiao was not in a hurry.

He could tell at a glance that the young man in brocade clothes in front of him had refined one of his internal organs and reached the minor success stage.

And what a coincidence, just like when he was reborn as a celestial being, he put his liver first, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

That broad-bladed two-handed sword was like a magic treasure. When held in the other person's hands, the whole person seemed to be connected to the earth, with a feeling of a standing mountain.

This alone is enough to show that his family in Bianzhou has considerable influence.

But Li Cunxiao didn't care about these.

He simply stretched out his hand, gently rubbed the incense stick to light it, and the green smoke rose again.

"If you don't fall into the water within one stick of incense, you'll pass."

Shi Tianlong smiled proudly when he heard this.

"Senior Brother, if I beat you, does that count as passing the test?"

Looking at the confidence and arrogance on the other person's face, Li Cunxiao remained calm.

"You can try."

"Shi Tianlong is probably going to fall."

In the guest seats, Puxing looked at the two people confronting each other in the lotus pond and suddenly spoke.

"This gatekeeper's aura is harmonious and harmonious. I'm afraid his five internal organs are already in perfect condition, and his essence and blood are completely intact."

"A magic sword alone cannot bridge the gap between the two."

Puning also nodded and subconsciously looked at the Dragon Sparrow Sword at Li Cunxiao's waist.

"Besides, he also has a magic sword, but I've never seen him use it before. I really want to fight him."

As soon as he said this, Puxing frowned.

"Junior brother, we are here to watch the ceremony, not to challenge you."

"Brother, that's certainly true, but..."

Puning held the sword with the black dragon ring in his hand, and his hands felt itchy.

"This matter is not negotiable," Pu Xing refused with one sentence.

"Brother Puxing, why are you so strict?" Yuanguang appeared out of nowhere.

"Our two families have a deep bond. It's just a sparring match between our disciples. Do we really need to worry about our reputation?"

Pu Xing was surprised to hear this, "Senior Brother Yuanguang has a grudge against the fellow who's guarding the gate?"

Yuan Guang couldn't help but cough when he heard this, "Of course not."

"Then what"

"It's Master's intention."

Seeing the other party's helpless expression, Pu Xing was surprised and confused. He wanted to say something, but Puning next to him suddenly cheered:
"Good form!"

Upon hearing this, the two men immediately turned their eyes to the lotus pond, only to see Shi Tianlong holding a knife in both hands, leaping back and forth on the wooden stakes, his figure erratic, slashing repeatedly.

The blade was covered with a layer of ochre-colored light, which added a touch of heaviness to the violent power of the blade.

The wind from the knife constantly stirred up waves on the water, and the delicate lotus was tossed around and broken, but Li Cunxiao remained calm.

He just stood on the waves without moving his body and avoided the opponent's attack.

"So Junior Brother also learned the Little Yasha Sword. This is not a coincidence."

Riding the wind, sweeping the dust, soaring into the sky, splitting the clouds. Familiar moves were performed one by one by Shi Tianlong, and Li Cunxiao inexplicably felt a bit nostalgic.

It has only been three months since I advanced to Zang Fu and killed Murong Bo, but I am now a completely different person.

If he faced Murong Bo again, even if the other party had abundant true energy, Li Cunxiao dared to say that he could kill him on the spot with the top-grade magic wind wheel on his body.

"Junior brother, twenty breaths have passed. If you have other means, use them as soon as possible."

However, seeing that the other party looked relaxed and even had time to daydream, the green-faced and fang-toothed Shi Tianlong was shocked and angry.

He never expected that, except for his trump card, he had already exerted his highest combat power under normal circumstances, but the opponent was unharmed and even refused to draw his sword.

This contemptuous attitude deeply irritated him.

However, he also clearly felt that the other party's realm was probably not just great success, but more likely that his internal organs were perfect.

However, he had specially asked someone to investigate the disciples of Tiangu Temple at this level long before he set off for Songzhou.

There was no such candidate on that list.

This person seemed to have suddenly jumped out of the ground. If Master Decong had such a junior, he would definitely not be unknown.

Could it be Yuanguang?
He didn't want someone like me to compete with him for the inheritance of Vajra Yaksha Mingwang, so he sent people to suppress me?

Or, the other party said that he had practiced the Yaksha sword. Could it be that he was a genius from another state and was also seeking the personal teachings of Abbot De Zheng?
There are so many things in my mind, but in reality, it only takes a few breaths.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Shi Tianlong took a deep breath and suppressed his distracting thoughts.

In an instant, the qi and blood in the body seemed to be burning like fire, and the liver wood essence surged and flowed.

But instead of expanding, his body became several inches shorter, and his full muscles shriveled up.

It made his fangs more prominent, his skin indigo blue, and his fiery hair like cinnabar appear more prominent.

In his hands, the ochre-yellow light on the double-peaked sword became brighter and brighter, and even the figure of a hungry ghost emerged.

"Shi Tianlong's double-peaked sword is a low-grade magic treasure. Among the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind, it belongs to the earth, and among the five elements, it belongs to the soil."

"The Yaksha sword technique belongs to the wind. When the wind is strong, one side of the sword is flat and stable, while the other side is round and immovable. It can create and destroy, and has the power to blow away."

"Shi Tianlong uses the power of earth to unleash the power of wind. Although it will lose its agility, the sword energy will be more condensed and its power will be more than doubled."

Puxing looked at Yuanguang with worry on his face.

"Brother Yuanguang, your fellow disciple hasn't drawn his sword yet. He's really too arrogant."

"Little Yasha's swordsmanship is very lethal. If you're not careful, you might see blood."

Yuanguang certainly knew all this, but Dezheng did not elaborate when he arranged these things, and he did not ask any more questions out of his usual trust in his master.

Seeing that Shi Tianlong was about to give it his all, Li Cunxiao was still relaxed, feeling somewhat confused and curious.

But I'm not too worried.

"Senior Brother Puxing is worried that Junior Brother Li will get angry and seriously injure Shi Tianlong?"

Pu Xing was a little embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed. Li Cunxiao had perfect internal organs and magic treasures, so there was no way he could be in any trouble.

As for Shi Tianlong, his father had a good relationship with many elders in Huishan Temple, so he brought him here himself. If he failed to become their disciple, he would have to carry him back, which would be difficult to explain.

Li Cunxiao didn't know what Pu Xing was thinking. He just looked at Shi Tianlong who was about to explode at any time and kindly reminded him:

"Thirty more breaths."

Shi Tianlong looked calm. When it came to the decisive moment, he didn't care about the contempt in the other party's words.

Liver Wood Essence continuously flowed into the Twin Peaks Sword, but he did not extravagantly wield the sword energy. Instead, he stepped forward, and amid the sound of wooden stakes exploding, he slashed horizontally like a flying stone thrown from a cannon cart.

Bang! ! !
The first sword energy was released from three feet away, and a three-foot-high wave of water exploded on the lotus pond.

But Shi Tianlong did not show any excitement. His body seemed to be suspended in the air and slid down to another wooden stake. This was the ability given to him by the Flying Yaksha.

Green light shot out from his eyes, locking onto the figure in the waves. He stepped on the ground again, and another wooden stake exploded. The sword energy once again created waves.

For a moment, the sounds of wooden stakes exploding and water splashing filled the air. The people around the lotus pond all stretched their necks, but the pond was filled with mist and they could only see a shadow moving back and forth in it.

On the viewing platform, Pu Xing breathed a sigh of relief and then sighed.

Shi Tianlong has already lost.

"Well, this is still decent after all."

After a while, when the mist dispersed, Li Cunxiao was still standing in the dripping mist, as if he had never moved.

Opposite him, Shi Tianlong held a knife in one hand and the only remaining wooden stake in the other. His face was as pale as a ladybug that had lived in a brothel for three days and three nights, and even his lips were trembling.

Seventeen knives.

In just ten breaths, he slashed out seventeen times, each of which was enough to cut a martial artist of the same level who had achieved minor success in internal organs into two pieces.

But, but, the knife didn’t hit him at all!!!
It would be fine if he lost in a head-on fight, but from beginning to end, he didn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes. This kind of suffocating feeling was the first time Shi Tianlong had experienced in his twenty years of life. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Junior brother's Yaksha swordsmanship is quite proficient, but I can walk on water, which gives me a lot of advantages in this lotus pond."

Glancing at the incense stick, the green smoke was still curling up, and had not been extinguished by the water mist that had just exploded.

Ten more breaths.

"Brother, I admit defeat."

Shi Tianlong's voice was bitter, but there was still a stubborn refusal to admit defeat in his eyes.

"It's fine that one of the seventeen strikes missed, but Brother even had enough strength to protect the incense stick from going out. His swordsmanship must be superior to mine."

"But Brother just said that he has also practiced the Little Yasha Sword Technique. Please give me some pointers. Otherwise, I won't accept losing like this!"

"Master."

Shi Tianlong's old servant had a worried look on his face, as he knew best the young master's stubborn personality.

Although he is arrogant, he is extremely serious about practicing martial arts. If he encounters a question, he will make sure to get it clearly understood, otherwise he will not give up.

It was also for this reason that Shi Tianlong was able to achieve a small breakthrough in his internal organs at the age of 20. This was not something that could be achieved by relying solely on resources.

"You are sincere," Li Cunxiao was a little surprised, and gently pulled out the Dragon Sparrow Sword with his right hand.

The long sword was unsheathed, the dragon bird's green eyes shone, and it let out an excited cry.

Shi Tianlong widened his eyes, and a visible green light lit up from between Li Cunxiao's chest and abdomen. His skin seemed like transparent glass for a moment, giving people the illusion that they could see his internal muscles.

As the green light poured into the silver blade, the shadow of the dragon bird appeared on it. The green wind did not dissipate, but was restrained on the three-foot blade.

Like a small tornado, it pulled up the clear water in the lotus pond, and a water ball the size of an adult flew into the air.

Then, it quietly turned into fine water vapor, reflecting colorful reflections under the summer light.

But it's not over yet.

"Brother, watch carefully, I will only swing the sword once."

After his celestial transformation, this was the first time he used the Yaksha sword technique in front of outsiders.

All the essentials that Zhang Lishi had taught him before flowed through his mind. Li Cunxiao was filled with rage, and the half-naked Nezha opened his eyes.

The figure of the dragon bird suddenly turned into a breeze, completely dispersing into the blade, and crying in the long sword with a ring on its head.

The invisible wind danced around the long sword, but the mist in the air was not disturbed at all and continued to sink slowly.

Until a flash of knife appeared.

Click.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword was sheathed. The onlookers didn't know what was happening. Some even shouted:
"Why don't you fight?!"

"That's right, Venerable Mulian, subdue that strange-looking Yaksha!"

"Brother, you're mistaken. That weird-looking guy is Mulian."

"Oh, look! There's a golden light!"

Everyone turned around to look, only to see that in the mist, a vertical knife mark had appeared, which was caused by an unknown knife.

The knife mark was only as wide as a finger, but three feet long. It fanned downward from the air above his head and stopped an inch in front of Shi Tianlong.

The sunlight passed through the narrow gaps in the mist, and was reflected by countless tiny water droplets, like a ray of golden light.

Before the golden light, there was Shi Tianlong, who slid into the water with a splash, his expression dazed;

Behind the golden light was Li Cunxiao, who stood with his sword put away, his skin looking like jade against the light.

Standing quietly and solemnly, like a deep and majestic mountain, it is like a silent King Kong.

There was silence for a moment.

"So, Little Yasha's fourth style, Cloud Splitting, can be used like this."

Shi Tianlong surfaced from the water, jumped onto the shore, and bowed.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother. I accept defeat wholeheartedly."

Li Cunxiao accepted it calmly and then walked over to help him up.

"Junior brother, you are still young and your cultivation is insufficient. Although the magic treasure is powerful, it actually restricts your hands and feet."

Shi Tianlong subconsciously glanced at the other person's face, and saw that Li Cunxiao's face was still rosy, as if nothing had happened, so he sighed.

They are all internal organs, how come the other party just made such a shocking blow but acted like nothing happened?

Isn't it the internal organs, but the Huangting?

Seeing Shi Tianlong leaving trembling with his knife, Li Cunxiao glanced at the stunned crowd outside the lotus pond.

I thought that the top seeded players had already been defeated, so no one would come to challenge me again.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a loud shout from the platform:
"Stay!"

Before he finished speaking, a bald man jumped down from the air with his back to the sunlight. His body was as agile as a dragon, his feet did not sink on the water, and his eyes were bright.

In the stands, Puxing held his forehead with his hand and sighed repeatedly. Yuanguang subconsciously looked towards the highest point of the guest seats.

But De Zheng smiled and stroked his beard, ignoring the curious looks of Bai Xiangshan and Zheng Yanchang.

He nodded slightly in response to Li Cunxiao's inquiring gaze.

"So the real test is waiting for me here."

Li Cunxiao sensed the young monk's fighting spirit, drew his sword, and stood up, his dragon-bird wings flapping, sweeping across the waves:
"What's your name, Senior Brother?"

Puning grinned and drew his sword. Amid the exclamations of the others, the water in the lotus pond began to boil and surge. A ten-foot-long water dragon flew out and circled around him.
"Puning from Huishan Temple, I've come here to seek your advice!"

(End of this chapter)