From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 429: As Constant as the Moon, As Rising as the Sun

At Baiyun Square, there was only half an hour left before the end of the martial arts competition, and it seemed that everything was coming to an end.

When Yubao returned to Baiyun Square, the fierce competition in some arenas had come to an end.

Yang Xinwu relied on his fearless and ruthless style to defend the ring. He was half-kneeling in the middle of the ring with blood all over his body, his chest heaving like a blower. For a while, no one dared to challenge him.

However, Yan Fu, who was the most skilled in Qi-inducing cultivation and had opened ten meridians, was defeated in a round-robin battle, which was a surprise.

On the other side of the ring, Wang Shuhuan was still practicing Elderly Tai Chi with Yang Jiaqi. Seeing Yan Fu being carried away with a look of grief and indignation on his face, he felt deeply moved.

This also made him clearly realize that this martial arts competition between the two halls was not as simple as a simple comparison of cultivation and combat power. Even the rules of the martial arts competition had many loopholes and loopholes that could be exploited.

It is expected. If they just want to compare combat power, then they can just draw a line and everyone can report their own strength. Why hold this martial arts competition with such fanfare?

"Don't be distracted, it's almost twenty minutes, we should finish."

After being glared at by Yang Jiaqi, Wang Shuhuan finally came to his senses.
"Thank you for this time. I'll treat you to a meal next time when I have time."

"The second floor of Baiyun Zhaitang?"

"...First floor..."

"You're a stingy, miser!" Yang Jiaqi gritted her teeth, stepped hard on Wang Shuhuan's foot with her right foot, and with the help of Wang Shuhuan's push, she jumped off the stage like a bird.

"Wang Shuhuan, you are really capable. Let's compete again next time!"

"It was just a narrow victory. Thanks for the win!"

Wang Xin, who was watching on the side, couldn't bear to watch the two people acting and announced the result coldly.

"The fifteenth round, Wang Shuhuan wins"

"Pure Yang Palace disciple Yang Jiaqi is not allowed to challenge the ring again within one hour!"

"Eh~" The disciples below the ring kept booing, and some with hot tempers even cursed at the two for their match-fixing behavior.

But after the scolding, no one came up to challenge for a long time.

Even if the match with Yang Jiaqi was a fake, the fact is that he had actually defeated Qu Yizhi. Now the good players from Chunyang Hall and Yanfa Hall are either defending the ring or unable to take action during the cool-down period. Even those who have some strength are extremely tired after a whole day of fighting. Seeing Wang Shuhuan, who is full of energy and in high spirits, he knows that his chances of winning are slim.

Therefore, the fifteenth stage was defended by Chunyang Palace.

"But the situation in our Chunyang Palace is still a little bad..."

Song Ling stood beside Chen Li with panda eyes, looking very worried.

"It's not just pessimistic, we are almost crushed by the Dharma Hall."

Li Mengyuan rubbed his buttocks and looked around. Seeing that most of the arenas were occupied by the pawns of the Dharma Performance Hall, he said with a melancholy tone, "Fortunately, Wang Shuhuan managed to defend one arena. However, Yang Jiaqi had the strength to fight for another arena, but now she has entered a cooling-off period to help Wang Shuhuan defend the arena."

"Don't think too much, just keep one."

"Chen Li, Chen Li, are you listening? Why do you seem a little strange?"

Li Mengyuan turned around and found that Chen Li's eyes were fixed on Yang Jiaqi.

"No...it's okay...I was distracted."

Chen Li came back to her senses and forced a smile on her face: "I don't know how the next door Dharma Hall was built. Why are there so many masters?"

Song Ling waved her hand: "Who knows, but we have tried our best. We can only say that our Chunyang Palace is a late bloomer, with great accumulation and great potential!"

Yubao, dressed in a green Taoist robe, moved among the disciples to maintain order.

Similar words were heard word for word by word. Yubao lowered his brows and looked gloomy.

"boom!"

Another disciple from Chunyang Hall who was attacking the ring was thrown down. Seeing that the time was almost up, the disciple from Yanfa Hall who was defending the ring couldn't help but laugh wildly.

"Keep coming, you Chunyang Palace guys. Weaklings are weaklings. Numbers can never beat quality! I'm going to fight ten more!"

This is the ninth arena. Chen Li and the others know the disciple of the Performing Arts Hall on it. His name is Hu Miao. It is said that he was admitted from the capital through examination. His family background is enormous. He is the second generation of power and wealth. He has opened six meridians in total.

"Are there any more people from Chunyang Palace? Have you just learned to memorize scriptures? Why are you all so weak?"

Hu Miao's signature feature is the gold-rimmed glasses on his face. As he spoke, the lenses flickered and reflected the moonlight.

Song Ling and Li Mengyuan were immediately furious and shouted angrily,
"If we weren't in the cooling-off period, I would definitely go up and beat that bespectacled guy to death! Why are you so arrogant?"

"Not only will I beat him up, I will also gouge out his eyes, spank his butt, and make him kneel on the ground and call me aunt!"

"Chen Li, do you believe that the two of us can go up and beat him up?

Chen Li looked at the slightly shabby panda eyes on Song Ling's face and was hesitant to speak.

Yu Bao, who was patrolling here, listened to the regret and resentment of the two girls and said calmly: "I can apply to Li Zhenjun to give you two driving privileges so that you can challenge during the cooling-off period."

"How can this be? Rules are rules, we must treat everyone equally!"

"I also think that what I hate most in my life is the privileged class that uses backdoors."

The two women almost spoke in unison and righteously rejected Yubao's good intentions.

"Okay, Song Ling, Li Mengyuan, stop making trouble."

Yubao gave a bitter smile and stopped Song Ling and Li Mengyuan from showing off. The two of them and Chen Li immediately squeezed towards Yubao.

Yubao is approachable and always patient when teaching, so he is very popular among girls.

"Sister Yubao, what should we do? Our Chunyang Palace is still far behind."

"This bespectacled guy is so abominable. Is there really no one in our Chunyang Palace who can deal with him?"

"Does our Chunyang Palace no longer have any Qi-inducing disciples who can help?"

Yubao shook his head and didn't look at Hu Miao who was still shouting in the ring. It was understandable that young people were full of vigor and wanted to show off their words.

"It's difficult. Most of the best players in the hall have already made their moves. At this moment, they are either defending the ring or in the cooling-off period. There are no Qi-inducing disciples left."

Yubao stroked Song Ling's panda eyes with his fair fingers, passing his spiritual energy to her to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

"This is all my fault. There is something wrong with my teaching."

Chen Li and the other two looked at Taoist Master Yubao, who had a lonely face, and suddenly felt empty and uncomfortable in their hearts.

"Who said that we in Chunyang Palace don't have any Qi-inducing disciples?"

At this moment, a nonchalant voice suddenly sounded in the crowd. The crowd made way for the voice, and it turned out to be a boy with a frivolous face.

"Who said that our disciples of Chunyang Palace are weaklings and that quantity cannot compare to quality?"

"Liu Ming?"

Chen Li shouted out. Liu Ming and Wang Shuhuan had a good personal relationship, and he had also communicated with Liu Ming several times.

Chen Li asked in a puzzled tone, "You want to challenge the challenge? But the martial arts competition is for Qi-inducing disciples only!"

Liu Ming walked slowly towards Yubao, looking at the thin and cold green shadow, and said confidently: "It's very simple, I just need to draw in the Qi, right?"

Song Ling, who was standing by, couldn't stand such a pretentious person and interrupted him: "Who do you think you are? You can draw in energy just by saying so. Even our sister Chen Li..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly froze.

At this moment, Liu Ming's body suddenly made crackling sounds as his muscles and bones moved. A ball of air swelled up from his temple and then fell downward, flowing through his body like a belt with the whistling sound of wind and thunder.

Song Ling pointed at Liu Ming and exclaimed in shock: "This is the feeling of Qi! When did you draw the Qi?"

"I don't know. I just went to the bathroom and suddenly felt it."

After saying this, Liu Ming's smile disappeared completely, and his face became serious, as if he had suddenly become a different person. He bowed solemnly to Yu Bao with his fists clasped:

"My disciple Liu Ming is dull and stubborn, and is a difficult person to carve. Fortunately, Taoist Master Yubao did not abandon me and taught me the Dao and meditation. Every word he said is like a pearl, as constant as the moon and as rising as the sun. This has enabled a person like me to gain the Dao."

After six months of Qi induction, I am neither excellent nor dull, just an above-average talent.

Liu Ming planned to do it about a month ahead of schedule.

"It's okay, it's just a month in advance. It's also very important to get the ten mission points for the Wushou Arena."

Liu Ming comforted himself in his heart.

Yubao frowned on his cold face, looking Liu Ming up and down as if he was getting to know him again.

"You just broke through?"

Liu Mingyi said righteously: "I just received your teachings, Taoist priest, and I have some understandings."

If it were anyone else, they would definitely not believe such nonsense, but Yubao believed it.

At this moment, her cold expression suddenly softened.
"You want to challenge the ring?"

"Now that I have drawn in the Qi, for the sake of Chunyang Palace and for myself, I should fight for it."

After saying that, Liu Ming raised his head, turned around and looked at the arena, squinting his eyes and looking at the twenty arenas one by one.

Little Zhuoma, who was so bored that she was counting stars, saw Liu Ming looking over here and quickly stood up with stars lighting up in her eyes.

Li Linger frowned. For some reason, murderous intent always rose in her heart when she saw Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's pretentious aura suddenly declined.

Well, little Zhuoma, skip it.

Li Ling'er, I don't want to die yet...

Wang Shuhuan... Never mind. This scumbag is hard to take down, and he is my own.

Yang Xinwu? He's a lone man, but it would be a bit too conspicuous if he was taken down.

After walking around, Liu Ming touched his chin and finally set his sights on Hu Miao, who was on ring number nine, the one closest to him. His eyes lit up and he ran up to the ring happily.

On the No. 9 ring, the two stood facing each other. Hu Miao understood Liu Ming's eyes and immediately looked very ugly: "Why, do you want to treat me as a soft persimmon?"

"Well, I'm not targeting you, but everyone in your Dharma Hall... but you are indeed the softest."

"How arrogant! How dare a person who has just achieved a breakthrough to draw Qi to speak so arrogantly!"

Liu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, facing the furious Hu Miao, and made an unexpected move.

He turned around and faced Hu Miao with his back, his face full of sorrow and sorrow. "I don't even need to do anything to deal with a playboy like you... I'll give you the chance to look at my back from afar, and stand on the same stage with me. This is a rare and glorious moment in your life."

"Now standing on this stage, I feel lonely and alone. It's cold up there... Come on, if I can't defeat you in one move, I, Liu Ming, will commit suicide here."

Little Zhuoma, who had been paying attention to this side, suddenly had stars in her eyes.

It’s hard to describe, it’s called feeling. What I want is this feeling of pretending to be cool!

Chen Li and the other two people under the ring had strange expressions on their faces.
"Isn't this guy a little too pretentious?"

"Defeating Hu Miao in one move? Does he think he is an innate?"

"I can foresee him being thrown off the ring like trash, tsk tsk tsk~"

Only Yubao stared at Liu Ming's clenched right hand on the stage, as if thinking about something.

However, the pretentious Liu Ming did not notice that since he came on stage, Li Yang and Chi Yanhong had been looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

(End of this chapter)