The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

Then the entire continent will no longer be the world of sword cultivators. I'm afraid that 99% of people will choose to be physical cultivators.

The intensity is there, why not practice?

Could it be that……

Elder Qi was sweating profusely as he thought of something ridiculous.

Could it be that his talent in physical training is even higher than his talent in swordsmanship?

Could it be that he is now a Saint-level physical cultivator?

Sweaty.

I'm really sweating now.

He still didn't know how much things would change when he brought Xu Chen back to the sect that day.

"Why is it that even though my sword pierced you, there is no sign of injury? This is impossible! What are you wearing? Ah!"

Song Bowen couldn't accept his failure and shouted loudly, but was suddenly hurt by Xu Chen's sword and screamed in pain.

He couldn't understand why the sword stabbed Xu Chen like this.

Doesn’t it hurt when a long sword stabs someone?

After Xu Chen put away his sword, he placed his hands in an arc on either side of his head and said, "If you're new, practice more."

After saying this, he left the main sword-fighting arena under the surprised eyes of everyone and the confused gaze of Song Bowen, hiding his achievements and fame.

After hearing this, Song Bowen spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, as if he was angry.

He never dreamed that he would fall into Xu Chen's hands today with complete disgrace.

Only now did he finally understand why the master wanted to accept Xu Chen as his disciple.

It turns out that the leader already knew it.

"You must be kidding... Can Master really win?"

"Big Brother is no match for Little Brother. Is the Sword Maniac's son really that strong?"

"Could it be that even the Saint Lady can't defeat him?"

"That's still a bit much."

"Big Brother, is this the way you fight me worth my ten thousand elixirs? Damn you, give me back my money!"

The disciples in the audience had not expected this to happen at all. Not to mention Xu Chen using his body to block the sword, no one even predicted Xu Chen would win before the match.

Xu Chen has no advantage in terms of seniority, talent, and age. Even if Xu Chen became the master's personal disciple, that was only a few weeks ago. What could he learn?

No, buddy, how come you are so strong?

They really don't understand.

Not only did he win, he also used his body to block the Purple Phoenix Thunder.

Even a saint can't do this, right?

Are you a sword cultivator or a body cultivator?

The disciples even suspected that Xu Chen was more of a physical cultivator rather than a sword cultivator.

They now understand that perhaps the genius has only reached the threshold to meet him.

Xu Chen is the real genius.

Genius among geniuses.

The final will be a battle of true talent.

After all, Saint Huai Yiliu possesses an innate Taoist body that is one in a million.

Xu Chen, on the other hand, is a genius who has cultivated both sword and body, having reached the pinnacle of both.

The collision between true geniuses is exciting just to think about.

"What if Gong Xiangyun wins? She's already beaten Zhao Chengfeng."

Someone suddenly said this, and some disciples began to refute.

There is absolutely no way the Saint will lose.

Although everyone thinks so, there are still a very small number of people who think that if the eldest brother has lost, what else is impossible?

What if Gong Xiangyun really has something?

But soon that small group of people were slapped in the face.

The saint Huai Yiliu defeated Gong Xiangyun with one sword, without any suspense.

Just as Gong Xiangyun killed Xu Chen in seconds, Huai Yiliu killed Gong Xiangyun in the same way.

The saint told everyone present the truth.

She is her, and Song Bowen is Song Bowen.

The saint is not someone that anyone else can mess with.

She possesses absolute talent and absolute strength.

unstoppable.

but……

"The constitution of a saint..."

Huai Yiliu now finally believed that Xu Chen possessed the physique of a saint, and felt nervous for the first time.

She was not as confident as Song Bowen because the headmaster had mentioned Xu Chen's saintly physique.

So she was still a little afraid.

But so what?

She may not be able to compete with Xu Chen in terms of physical training, but in terms of swordsmanship, Xu Chen is not as good as her.

She just had to defeat him with her sword.

A practitioner does not need to defeat the opponent in the way that the opponent is good at, it is enough to defeat the opponent in the way that he is good at.

Huai Yiliu walked down the main sword arena, stared at Xu Chen, and said, "I will win."

She said this with a firm tone, with a sense of unquestionableness.

It was as if she had seen the not-too-distant future.

Xu Chen knew what she was referring to and said, "Please advise me."

Everyone is looking forward to this game, they all want to know who the real genius is.

Elder Qi looked at the Sect Leader and asked, "Did Sect Leader know this would happen?"

"Who knows?"

Yu Qianrou shrugged and said casually.

"Then why did the Sect Master accept him as his disciple?"

"He looks a lot like an old friend of mine."

Yu Qianrou chuckled and focused her attention entirely on Xu Chen: "That's all."

274. The Emperor Realm is full of people, and there are as many saints as dogs.

The third place match started soon, and Gong Xiangyun defeated Song Bowen, whose Taoist heart was broken.

The places for participating in the grand martial arts performance have been announced, including Saint Huai Yiliu, Xu Chen and Gong Xiangyun.

Except for the Saintess, the other two places were beyond the disciples' expectations.

It can be said that many disciples are going bankrupt.

Many disciples wanted to take advantage of this sect competition to make a fortune and absorb a large number of elixirs, but who knew that they would lose all their capital.

I can only say that gambler biss.

No one expected that their senior brother Song Bowen, who they had high hopes for, would actually fall on the semi-final stage.

They didn't even win the third or fourth place match.

Originally, the disciples thought that there was no suspense in the final, but Xu Chen's terrifying performance made some disciples have the illusion that there might be a turning point.

They felt a glimmer of anticipation.

There was no draw in the final. Why would there be a draw with only two people?

After half an hour's rest, Xu Chen and Huai Yiliu appeared in everyone's sight.

"Is it coming? Who do you think will win this match?"

"Needless to say? She must be the Saint!"

"really?"

"It's hard to say. Have you ever seen Zhao Chengfeng's full strength?"

"Are there really any people who have high hopes for Zhao Chengfeng? Last time you had high hopes for him, you were also disappointed."

"All-out Zhao Chengfeng, right? What a legend."

The disciples in the audience started discussing it. Unlike before, a small number of people still thought Xu Chen had some chance.

But when people around me talked about it, I felt it was really ridiculous.

That's a saint.

That is the innate Taoist body.

No matter how talented you are, can you obtain the innate Taoist body?

This physique is not rare to come by in a century, but it is rare enough.

There are only a few of them on the entire continent.

The innate Tao body is truly born with knowledge and exists for the purpose of practicing Tao.

No one can compare with the innate Taoist body in talent. Even those geniuses with all their meridians open are not as good as the innate Taoist body.

The most gifted person is one who possesses an innate Taoist body.

That's the kind of thing that's a gift from God.

Xu Chen listened to the voices of the disciples in the stands. He was calm inside, but looked excited on the surface.

It felt like the first time I made it to the finals.

Saint Huai Yiliu was already waiting for him on the main sword arena. She watched him walk up from the main sword arena step by step and said, "Although I knew you were talented before, I didn't expect you to actually make it this far."

“There are so many unexpected things in this world, and that’s what makes it interesting.”

Xu Chen imitated himself in his middle school years. At that time, he really liked being a riddler.

During his time as a riddle teller, he also trained several monks.

For example, the young monk Fang Lun has now become the abbot of Qingyu Temple.

If you want to appear mysterious, say something that no one can understand.

"So you really have the constitution of a saint?"

Huai Yiliu's eyes were always on Xu Chen, never leaving him.

Saint's physique?

All the disciples were stunned.

They suspected they had heard wrongly.

What the hell is a saint's physique?

Could it be the physique of a saint?

How can this be?

"what?"