Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 79 Fighting each other
"Uncle Yuan!"

He Yanghui's expression changed drastically, staring intently at Fang Jun's calm face: "Body training? A cultivator who specializes in body training?"

Monks cultivate their essence, energy and spirit.

However, the most ingenious change in the world is nothing more than Qi.

Some monks even say that Qi is the beginning of all things.

Essence is nothing but the Yang of Qi, and spirit is nothing but the Yin of Qi.

In the chaos, you can be without spirit, but you cannot be without energy. Without energy, all changes will be lost.

Therefore, the world of immortal cultivation focuses on Qi cultivation.

Don’t you see, among Fang Jun’s three elements now, Qi is far ahead, better than Shen, and far beyond Jing.

But in the eyes of cultivators like He Yanghui, the aura displayed by Fang Jun was only that of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

However, a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining can defeat a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining with his physical strength.

He must be a rare body-refining cultivator.

"Actually, he's a body cultivator?"

"I didn't expect this independent cultivator to be so powerful. This is going to be a good show to watch."

"Hey, didn't you say before that there was already a good show?"

"Do you understand? This is a real show. A powerful body-refining cultivator is teaching a foundation-building disciple a lesson."

"He Yanghui has had a bad year. He's definitely run into a tough opponent."

"If you walk by the river, you'll get your shoes wet. If He Yanghui hadn't been so arrogant, he wouldn't have fallen."

Fang Jun chuckled: "Why do you care if I'm a body cultivator? I just want to ask you, how are you going to beat me?"

He Yanghui listened to the passengers' discussions, then reviewed his own situation, his face becoming increasingly grim. "Once we get beyond the boundary barrier, you'll be in for a treat!"

Fang Jun smiled and said, "Boundary barrier?"

"I'm going to make you look good now!"

He Yanghui thought of his own identity and thought Fang Jun was just bluffing: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Come on, hit me! Come on, hit me!"

"I'm standing right here and not going anywhere!"

"I don't think you dare to touch me!"

At this time, Chu Ning's voice came: "Friend Li, please stop. I can still help you deal with your current situation."

"If we continue, it will be hard to say what will happen if we get out of the boundary barrier."

Fang Jun thought of Chu Ning's arrival and his support for him, and explained, "Fellow Daoist Chu, there's no need to persuade me anymore. I, Li, have practiced Taoism for many years, and what I seek is not to be servile or humble, but to avenge my enemies!"

"boom--!"

Fang Jun stepped on the ground, the deck shook three times, and he rushed in front of He Yanghui in an instant, and punched He Yanghui's weak point, where his nerves were intertwined.

He was beaten so hard that his face was distorted and he screamed in pain.

"what--!"

However, before he could cry out in pain for long, he was hit by the next punch and was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—!”

Soon, He Yanghui was beaten beyond recognition by Fang Jun.

"hateful--!"

He Yanghui was so angry that he no longer cared about the rule that no one was allowed to kill on the ship.

Unable to bear it any longer, he activated the backup plan his father had left on him.

A brilliant purple light appeared on him.
Its power is overwhelming, and the strength of the foundation-building level is undoubtedly revealed!
"It's over. Let's be merciful. This independent cultivator is so arrogant. He's doomed now."

"Just teach He Yanghui a lesson. The beating was so painful that it was practically forcing He Yanghui to kill."

"It's indeed a good show, but it's a good show where people die."

"Son, remember, even if you are stronger than the descendants of the great cultivators, you must be careful and avoid being attacked by others."

"Dad, I know."

Chu Ning looked at this scene and sighed in his heart. He was not optimistic that Fang Jun could survive.

From the perspective of outsiders, Fang Jun is now even more immersed in the madness before death.

Although it was useless, he didn't even try to avoid the attack of the foundation-building master, and tried his best to seek a glimmer of hope.

He even punched He Yanghui, looking for death. Everyone speculated that Fang Jun might have known he was going to die, so he took He Yanghui with him before leaving.

But what's the use?

The trump card given to the offspring by the foundation-building must be both offensive and defensive, so it is not so easy to kill them.

"boom--!"

"call out--!"

He Yanghui was knocked away by Fang Jun, and Fang Jun was also hit by the purple light, and then -

Then there is no more.

A white light seemed to flash across Fang Jun's body, and then he was still standing there safely.

"So that's how it is. So that's how it is. This independent cultivator has a great opportunity. He actually has a trump card that can defend against attacks at the Foundation Establishment level."

"No wonder, no wonder he dared to provoke He Yanghui, so this is his trump card."

"He's fearless in the face of a noble family member. This is the glory of a free cultivator!"

"Does he have a trump card or is he a casual cultivator? Maybe he belongs to another force."

"If I say he's a casual cultivator, then he is a casual cultivator."

“What a wonderful show!”

"boom--!"

Fang Jun leaped up again and stepped on He Yanghui's face: "Tell me, how are you going to hit me?"

He Yanghui's face was grim: "Damn it! Otherwise... the boundary barrier... can't use... mana, how could you be... Yuan Bo's..."

"boom--!"

Fang Jun stomped hard on He Yanghui's face again: "You speak too slowly, and your ears are useless. Can't you use your spiritual sense to speak?"

"Oh, by the way, come here!"

Fang Jun said to the female cultivator named Qingqing.

Qingqing shuddered and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"

Fang Jun said calmly, "You don't want to be beaten, right? Then just kick He Yanghui a few times."

Qingqing shook her head firmly: "Impossible, I can't do it."

Fang Jun understood and said, "I understand. You can't do that. Because in your eyes, I'm just powerful for a while, but I'll still be unlucky in the end, right?"

After these words were spoken, the passengers quieted down a little.

Theoretically, this is true. The more aggressive Fang Jun is now, the harder it is to predict his fate.

Fang Jun continued: "So you want to be beaten."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Jun appeared in front of Qingqing and punched her again and again, leaving her with a black eye and a swollen face, and she screamed and cried.

"It's boring. As cultivators, you're no different from ordinary people. You scream when you're hurt, you cry when you're hurt, and you call your parents when you're injured. There's no fun in beating you."

"boom--!"

Fang Jun returned to He Yanghui, who had gotten up and was about to leave quietly, and punched him again.

He Yanghui was beaten to the ground.

He Yanghui couldn't help but ask, "If you're not happy, why are you still fighting?"

Fang Jun said calmly, "Because you asked me to beat you. I'm always willing to help others, so I'll fulfill your request."

He Yanghui vomited blood, not only because he was beaten by Fang Jun, but also because he was angry.

Fang Jun said: "You won't feel lonely, I will let your woman accompany you."

As he said that, he grabbed Qingqing and beat her together.

"stop!"

At this time, the monks from Guantian Palace who were supposed to maintain order on the ship finally showed up.

Chu Ning's voice transmission said, "Fellow Daoist Li, I really can't delay any longer."

"And their injuries now probably require them to stay in bed for a while, that's all."

Fang Jun thought about it and felt that Chu Ning had helped him time and time again, so it would be inappropriate for him to refuse. "That's all for today. My hands are tired."

Afterwards, with Chu Ning's negotiation and the mediation of the monks from Guantian Palace, the fight was defined as a mutual fight, with both sides given fifty lashes each, and the matter ended.

(End of this chapter)