After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 736: Acala Sutra, Duel! [Two chapters in one]

"I really missed a good show."

Listening to Yuanlong's story, Chen Yang felt a little regretful. Why didn't he come earlier?

If you come up earlier, maybe you can see Xuan Jing display his power.

Wang Yuanchao nodded and agreed with it.

If it had been so exciting two days ago, he would have definitely watched every single one.

Yuanlong was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

What was supposed to be a good debate turned out like this. In his opinion, it was really unbecoming of a big shot.

But who asked it to be his uncle who did this?
"Oh, if what happened today gets out, I'm afraid I'll be laughed at." Yuan Long shook his head repeatedly.

He is an honest man. In his opinion, what his uncle did today was satisfying, but not glorious.

However, most of the sects in China are hostile to the Secret Sect. Even if they know about this, most of them will stand on the side of Emei and make fun of the people of the Divine Fire Sect.

There will not be any negative impact on Emei's status and prestige.

"Yuanlong, what nonsense are you talking about?"

A voice came from the side hall.

It was Xuan Jing's voice.

Yuanlong's body trembled, and he led Chen Yang and Wang Yuanchao in.

Xuanqing was not seen in the hall, only Xuanjing.

"Uncle-master, Chen Yang and the others are here." Yuan Long said hurriedly.

Xuan Jing glanced at the two of them.

Chen Yang greeted him.

Xuan Jing nodded slightly and asked the two to sit down.

"Have they left?" Xuan Jing asked Yuan Long.

Yuanlong nodded and said, "He left, cursing and swearing. Before he left, he said he would not fight again and that he would fight tomorrow..."

"Fighting?"

Xuan Jing sneered, "You can't stand being scolded, and you still have the nerve to ask me how to become a Buddha. Since they want to fight, then satisfy them. You can ask them later and ask them to give you a set of rules..."

Yuan Long's face turned ugly when he heard this. "But Uncle Master, they want the Samantabhadra Relic. If we lose..."

"We haven't even started the match yet, how do you know you'll lose?" Xuan Jing glared at him and interrupted him directly.

Yuanlong was speechless.

"They want Samantabhadra's relics?" At this time, Chen Yang exclaimed in surprise.

The Samantabhadra relic is absolutely a first-class sacred object for Emei. Although it is only an acquired relic, it is of extraordinary significance.

After all, Emei is known as the Samantabhadra's temple. If someone were to take away Samantabhadra's relics, it would not just be embarrassing. Emei's status in the spiritual world would plummet in an instant.

Yuanlong nodded without saying anything more.

No wonder he is so cautious. This is not an ordinary debate at all. People are here to understand your orthodox doctrine and legal source.

"Then what can they give if they lose?" Chen Yang asked again.

Yuan Long said, "The original version of the Divine Fire Sect's supreme treasure, the Acala Sutra."

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows, "Secret manual of martial arts? Is it worth it?"

Chen Yang is clear about the value and significance of Samantabhadra's relics to Emei, but how much value does this "Acalanatha Sutra" have?
“It’s not a question of whether it’s worth it or not.”

Yuan Long smiled bitterly, "This 'Acala Sutra' is the foundation of the Divine Fire Sect. It has the same meaning as the Samantabhadra Relics to Emei."

"We in Emei don't necessarily want this scripture, and their Divine Fire Sect doesn't necessarily want the relic. What everyone wants is face. If we lose, we won't lose the relic, but face, which proves that Emei is not as good as their Divine Fire Sect, and vice versa..."

"Then why don't we just not compete with them?" Chen Yang said.

Yuan Long said, "They have already made their move, and we can only respond. If we reject them, we will actually be defeated. If they take advantage of the situation and spread propaganda, others will just think we are afraid of the Divine Fire Sect..."

Chen Yang shook his head and said nothing more.

It looks like an ordinary fight, but in fact it hides many mysteries, and even involves the Buddhist origins of the two factions.

They are blackmailing you, and you can't chase them away, so you have no choice but to accept it.

Wang Yuanchao said, "Even if it's a fight, Emei has no reason to be afraid. Although there are many people coming, many of them are only good at talking. Their strengths vary, and there are only a few who can show off. Even if the monk Sangjie comes in person, with the two monks Xuanjing and Xuanqing, they should be able to suppress him..."

This is true, the people coming from the Divine Fire Sect this time are only Sangjie who is in the early stage of the Daozhen Realm, two eminent monks in the late stage of the Creation Realm, and the rest are a few in the Spiritual Realm, as well as some younger young disciples.

Such a lineup might be shocking in other places, but it is not good enough in Emei.

With Emei's strength, they can easily be defeated.

However, this is not a gunfight, but a competition. The other party cannot be unaware of Emei's background. Since they dare to come and propose a fight so confidently, they must have a certain degree of confidence and preparation.

Xuan Jing said, "Don't just look at the surface. The two young men around Sang Jie, although they don't even look like they are in the spiritual realm, their aura is lingering and the three flowers are hidden. They are not that simple."

When they heard this, they were all stunned.

There are many ways to hide one's aura, so don't underestimate this group of people, as we don't know what's really going on.

Three flowers appear.

These few words are very important.

You should know that the gathering of the three flowers at the top of the head is a characteristic of reaching the realm of creation.

They would not doubt Xuan Jing's vision. Since he said this, it can basically be confirmed.

There are masters hidden among this group of people, and they are very likely masters in the realm of creation.

Yuan Long frowned slightly when he heard this, "Are those two a little too young?"

"Young? If you are young, there won't be any masters?"

Xuan Jing sneered, "Don't you have one next to you?"

Several people's eyes fell on Chen Yang.

Chen Yang smiled awkwardly and asked, "Why did you suddenly touch me?"

Xuan Jing said, "Don't forget, the secret sect is best at evil methods and likes to take shortcuts. It is not uncommon for them to quietly train a few young masters."

Yuan Long nodded. "If that's the case, I think I know how they want to compete tomorrow..."

With the status of the great monk Sangjie, he will definitely not go out in person, and those old monks are even less likely to do so, because they have no chance of winning in Emei's home court.

Therefore, only the younger generation will be allowed to play.

The purpose of deliberately hiding the cultivation level of the two disciples was probably to play the pig and eat the tiger, hoping to excel in the fight and make a splash.

Now that we know the other party's plan, it will be easy to deal with it.

The eyes of several people fell on Chen Yang at the same time.

Chen Yang paused for a moment, then said angrily, "Why are you all looking at me? Aren't there any representative figures among the younger generation of Emei?"

Yuan Long said, "Yes, there are some, but they are still inferior to you. Among those of the Ding generation, there are only two people under the age of 45, Ding Hui and Ding Yi. Ding Hui is slightly stronger and is already striving for the Creation Realm. As for Ding Yi, he has just entered the late stage of the Spiritual Realm..."

"Moreover, the two of them practice Buddhism intensively. Although their mental state is high, they rarely fight with others. Usually, they just spar with each other. They don't have much combat experience at all..."

……

In the spiritual world, those under 45 are considered young.

Anyone under the age of forty-five who can reach the level of creating a world is already a genius.

Not everyone can be as perverted as Chen Yang.

He has systematic assistance, but people like Ding Hui and Ding Yi all rely on real practice. Although they also have the support of their master, to be able to reach this level at this age is definitely a rare species among rare ones.

However, these two men have not reached the realm of creation, and do not have much actual combat experience. If they were to go on the ring, they would most likely just get beaten.

After all, it is known that the other party is likely to have two young disciples in the Creation Realm.

You don't have to worry about whether he is an evil cultivator or not, but he is openly a disciple of the Divine Fire Sect. He is indeed a young generation and is indeed in the Creation Realm.

Xuan Jing said, "Since you have come across me, don't rush to leave. Help me settle this matter. If you can get the "Acalanatha Sutra", the sutra will be yours..."

Chen Yang was a little bit amused and confused. He was just joining in the fun, but he made himself the protagonist.

"Since the two masters have spoken, I will of course accept their request. However, my status..."

"Your ancestors have a connection with Emei, and you have inherited the Emei skills. Theoretically, you are already my Emei disciple."

Xuan Jing said, "How about this, from today on, you will be my temporary lay disciple of Emei. As for your Dharma name, it's simple, just pick one..."

Chen Yang's face twitched. Is it so careless?

Xuan Jing thought for a moment and said to himself, "Yuan Yang? Isn't the character Yuan a bit too high? And Yuan Yang sounds a bit weird, so let's just follow the character Ding and call him Ding Yang."

It's really sloppy.

In just a few words, the decision was made happily.

Master Pang is of the Xuan generation, the same generation as Xuan Jing. So if you count it this way, his great-grandfather is of the Yuan generation. Of course, Chen Yang cannot be of the same generation as his great-grandfather.

Fortunately, his name was not Yuanyang. After all, this word has a different meaning. If he had been called Yuanyang, he would probably have been laughed at for the rest of his life.

Dingyang?

Forget it, it’s just a temporary Buddhist name. For the sake of having a legitimate reason, it doesn’t matter whether it sounds good or not.

"Dingyang is okay. I think it's good." Wang Yuanchao said from the side.

Chen Yang glanced at him and said, "Just watch the fun, what do you have to say?"

Emei has helped Chen Yang a lot. Both Yuanlong and Xuanjing have done Chen Yang a favor. Even if they don't ask for help, Chen Yang would feel obliged to do so.

As for the "Acalanatha Sutra", Chen Yang didn't have any idea about it. He had enough magical skills and secret books in his hands, and being greedy would lead to more than he could digest.

A person's energy is limited.

Chen Yang said, "I am good at fighting. As for whether there are scriptures or not, it is not important. What is important is to protect the reputation of Emei."

Xuan Jing smiled and said, "Emei's reputation is certainly important, but this "Acalanatha Sutra" is equally important!"

"Oh?"

Chen Yang looked at Xuan Jing in surprise.

Xuan Jing said, "It is said that this technique was created by a divine being who practiced both Buddhism and Taoism. It is a supreme book for cultivating the state of mind!"

"State of mind?"

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows, "How does it compare to the Calming Mantra?"

Xuan Jing almost laughed out loud when she heard this.

"One is in the sky, the other is on the earth. There is no comparison at all!"

After laughing, Xuan Jing shook his head. "It's just that what I heard was just a legend. I dare not jump to conclusions about the facts. I heard that the original text of this scripture is very profound. The entire Divine Fire Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, but there are very few people who can comprehend the mysteries within..."

"According to the records of my Buddhist sect, the Acalanatha Sutra is a supreme method for cultivating the state of mind. However, in the hands of the Divine Fire Sect, it seems that its performance in terms of the state of mind is not outstanding. Instead, it has a very strong performance in terms of physical training. I don't know if there was a deviation when the ancestors of the Divine Fire Sect were comprehending the sutra, or if there are other reasons!"

……

Xuan Jing talked freely and shared his understanding of the "Acalanatha Sutra".

Chen Yang also listened carefully.

The most urgent thing for Chen Yang is to quickly improve his state of mind.

If cultivation is likened to climbing a mountain, then cultivating one’s state of mind is like building a path.

You can climb quickly to wherever the road is built, without having to worry about any obstacles in between. The wider and more stable the road is, the faster and more comfortable you will be able to climb.

What Chen Yang urgently needs now is this method of paving the way quickly.

If the "Acalanatha Sutra" is really that magical and can quickly cultivate one's state of mind, then Chen Yang would still be very interested.

Chen Yang asked, "Will they use a fake scripture to fool us?"

Xuan Jing shook her head. "This kind of thing is about face. If they dare to lie, how can they have the face to come to the Middle Earth?"

Chen Yang said, "After hearing what you said, I am really a little excited. However, if I really want to fight in the arena, whether I need to hold back or stop at the right time, you'd better let me know in advance!"

Yuan Long said, "In a martial arts competition, we will naturally stop at a certain point. However, I will discuss the specific situation with the monk Sangji and others later..."

Wang Yuanchao said, "They are so angry today, they will probably fight for their lives tomorrow. Boy, you'd better be careful, don't let them suffer any loss!"

Chen Yang nodded slightly. He would certainly not take such a thing lightly. To underestimate the opponent would be irresponsible to himself.

"Alright, it's settled. Yuanlong, you should first see what they say and how to compete, and then draw up a set of rules. Don't complain and blame others when you lose. You can't afford to lose!"

Xuan Jing waved her hand and sent Yuan Long and Wang Yuanchao away, leaving Chen Yang alone, as if she had something to tell him alone.

……

Only Chen Yang and Xuan Jing were left in the hall.

Xuan Jing looked at Chen Yang and said, "It seems like he has improved a bit!"

"I have just raised my state of mind to the middle stage of the Creation Realm, and my spiritual power has improved a little. However, it seems that I have passed the transformation period of my spiritual power. My cultivation is much slower than before, and I am currently only at the 180th level." Chen Yang said truthfully.

Hearing this, Xuan Jing couldn't help crying, "It's already over 100th level, what else do you want? Others may not be able to reach over 100th level even after practicing hard for 10 or 8 years."

You know, many people's cultivation flowers are only of a few or dozen grades, with a limited upper limit. Unlike Chen Yang, he has three thirty-six-grade cultivation flowers, which add up to a realm of one hundred and eight grades.

In other words, as long as he works a little harder during the transformation period, he can reach the 108th level of spiritual cultivation, which is much higher than the upper limit of other cultivators.

His starting line may very well be someone else's finish line.

How long has it been? Two months? The divine consciousness has gone from nothing to more than 180 levels. It can be said that it is really a miracle.

Of course, Chen Yang has a very clear understanding of his own abilities.

Being able to improve "really a lot" in a short period of time, this is because he practices the Three Flowers Gathering Divine Art every day and practices diligently. On the other hand, the medicinal pill support provided by the system also makes a great contribution.

Xuan Jing said, "Your talent is indeed rare. It is precisely because of your talent that I am afraid that you will go astray. No matter what, you must not fall behind in the cultivation of your state of mind!"

Chen Yang nodded repeatedly and accepted the advice.

Xuan Jing said, "You are an adult, you understand the big principles. If I talk too much, you will think I am nagging you. This "Acalanatha Sutra" should be a good thing for you. Since they have delivered it to our door, there is no reason for us to refuse it. If they challenge you to a duel tomorrow, just use your ability. They came from afar just to slap our Emei in the face, so you don't have to save face for them. You should slap them back in the same way they slapped you!"

Chen Yang nodded repeatedly and said, "What if the younger generation doesn't go on the field? That monk Duoji is said to be in the late stage of the Creation Realm. If I were to go on, I wouldn't dare to say how much chance I would have of winning!"

"Ah!"

Xuan Jing laughed, "You are a junior, even if you lose to this guy, it won't be embarrassing. If he loses, it will be embarrassing. However, it's a battle between soldiers and generals. If he really wants to go, we will let Yuan Long go. He won't be Yuan Long's opponent!"

Xuan Jing said this very confidently. Although he often scolded Yuan Long, he was actually very satisfied with this nephew.

"Master Yuanlong, is he very powerful?"

Chen Yang asked curiously. He had seen Yuanlong take action, but he didn't know his limit.

Xuan Jing said, "Yuan Long's strength has long been enough to break through to the Dao Realm, but we are suppressing him and not letting him break through too early!"

"Oh why?"

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows. Why are you putting pressure on others for no reason?

Xuan Jing said, "Firstly, he is still young and needs to grow up."

"young?"

When Chen Yang heard this, he almost laughed out loud. How could he still be called young when he was over a hundred years old?

I'm just younger than you.

Xuan Jing continued, "Secondly, I am only in the early stage of Dao Zhen Realm. If he breaks through and reaches the same realm as me, where will I put my face at my age?"

"Uh……"

Chen Yang was stunned when he heard this, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Master Yuanlong is quite pitiful to have such an uncle.

"However, he can break through now!" Xuan Jing changed the subject and continued, "Firstly, he has been in the state of mind for so long, and his state of mind has reached that level. Secondly, I have also successfully broken through to the middle stage of the Dao Zhen Realm..."

When Chen Yang heard this, a black line crossed his forehead.

"Master has broken through to the middle stage of Dao Zhen Realm?" Chen Yang caught the key point in Xuan Jing's words.

Xuan Jing nodded slightly, "With the help of that half of the pear, I was lucky enough to break through."

"Congratulations, Master!"

Chen Yang quickly congratulated him.

Both of them were in the early stage of Dao Zhen Realm, but the Eight-Winged Centipede had spent so much time and still hadn't completed the breakthrough, while Xuan Jing had already achieved the breakthrough in just a few days.

You know, what the eight-winged centipede got was a complete pear.

This is probably the difference between human monks and other species.

However, there is also a reason why Xuan Jing was able to break through so quickly. Perhaps it was because he had already reached the critical point of breakthrough. The Eight-winged Centipede was different. It had just broken through to the Dao Zhen realm not long ago and was still far from the middle stage. Naturally, it would take more time.

"It's just a casual breakthrough, no big deal!"

Xuan Jing waved her hands, her face not red, her heart not beating, "I just made a breakthrough, and I am really itching to do it. It would be great if I could force Sang Jie off the field tomorrow. I will practice with him!"

Cow batch!

Xuan Jing is really not thinking too big of a deal, she even has such an idea!
……

-

Night, Baoguo Temple.

"Just listen to what Master Xuan Jing said, don't take it seriously, and stop at the right time. Don't make things worse, it will have a bad impact!"

In the Zen room.

Yuan Long instructed Chen Yang. He was not as quick-tempered as Xuan Jing. As the host, he had a lot to consider. If Xuan Jing and Sang Ji really fought, it would be embarrassing if they lost, but winning might cause conflicts between the two factions, which would not be worth the loss.

Chen Yang said, "Master, are you thinking too much? Since they dare to come, you should teach them a lesson directly..."

"Mercy, mercy!" Yuan Long said, "It's easy to fight, but we have to consider the consequences. Their target this time is not just our Emei family. Emei is just the first stop. Next, they will definitely go to Faxiang Temple and other sects to communicate. Once we make enemies with the Divine Fire Sect, I'm afraid the other sects will laugh their faces off..."

Okay, so this is what Yuanlong thought.

It turns out that they don't want other sects to take advantage of them.

Chen Yang understood and naturally knew what was going on.

"Have we agreed on how to compete tomorrow?" Chen Yang asked.

Yuan Long nodded, "Duoji came to see me just now, and it was just as we expected. They want three young disciples from each family to fight in three matches, with two wins out of three!"

"Uh……"

Chen Yang paused, "I can only guarantee one win, or a round-robin match is also fine!"

He said this with great confidence.

Yuan Long gave a bitter smile, "So I told him that there was no need to go through so much trouble, and that one round would be enough to decide the outcome!"

"agreed?"

"agreed!"

Yuan Long nodded, "When the time comes, don't let your guard down. Since they are so confident, they must have real skills. The secret sect has many secret methods, many of which even I have never heard of or seen. You have to be more careful!"

After chatting with Chen Yang for a while, Yuan Long left, leaving time for Chen Yang to rest and prepare!

……

-

Shao'e Hotel, a room on the eighth floor.

"Master, I have already negotiated with Yuan Long. We will compete at Leidongping at 10 am tomorrow. We will each send out a young disciple, and the winner will be decided in one round!"

Doji stood next to a burly old monk and reported respectfully.

Sangjie sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed in meditation, like a stone sculpture.

Beside the bed, a fat young monk laughed, "One round to decide the outcome? So confident? I heard that among their younger disciples, the strongest is only in the late spiritual realm. Could it be that they have some hidden genius?"

Another tall and thin young monk said, "These so-called geniuses in the Middle Earth are just so-so. How can they compare with our Divine Fire Sect? If they practice step by step like them and can reach the spiritual realm at the age of thirty, they are considered to be gifted. How can they compare with us?"

The words are full of superiority.

At this time, Sanjay, who was sitting on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, "Qiangba!"

"The disciple is here!"

The fat monk immediately bowed and obeyed.

Sanjie said, "Tomorrow, you will fight. You can only win, not lose. No matter who the opponent is, teach me a lesson."

"Yes!"

When the fat monk heard this, excitement appeared in his eyes. The look in his eyes was like that of a vulture on the plateau, seeing a rotten corpse that he was salivating over.

The tall and thin monk looked disappointed.

This is a great opportunity to show off, and this fat guy got all the good things.

However, it is undeniable that his fat senior brother is indeed stronger than him. Since the outcome is decided by one game, both families must become the king.

Sangjie's face was covered with frost. Thinking back to what happened in Tianhua Zen Temple today, he was still shaking with anger.

"If possible, make a bigger noise, and try to force Xuan Jing to quit. Then, I can personally teach this foul-mouthed old guy a lesson..." Every word in Sangjie's voice was cold.

The fat monk grinned, the fat on his face trembling, "I know this well, Master, don't worry, just watch me do it!"

Sanjay nodded slightly and then closed his eyes again.

……

Doggie led the fat and thin men out of the room.

"Is there any news about Sangkun and the others?" Doji asked the two of them after closing the door.

The tall and thin monk shook his head. "They went to Lingjiang a few days ago and have lost contact since then. The divine fire has gone out. I'm afraid they are dead!"

Doji frowned, "They are quite strong, how could they die for no reason? There must be something fishy going on!"

Yesterday, he also sensed that his spiritual beast, the wolf, had also died.

This was too much of a coincidence. He instinctively felt that someone was targeting him, and the other party did it very cleanly. He did not receive any information feedback from the divine fire.

All we know is that he died, where he died and how he died, but there is no other useful information at all.

"Brother, do you think it is possible that Emei is behind this?" said the tall and thin monk.

Duoji shook his head. "Emei is known as a famous sect, so they shouldn't do such tricks behind the scenes. Give the disciples a warning and tell them to be careful about their words and actions. Don't mess around, or they will bear the consequences. Also, tell the people in the Ganshan Association to help find the person!"

"it is good!"

The tall and thin young monk nodded. After all, this was not Xinjiang, not their territory, so they had to keep a low profile.

……

-

The next day, Leidongping.

There is a piece of flat land in the forest behind Leidongping.

At nine o'clock in the morning, quite a few people had already come to the woods.

Many monks who were practicing in Emei had already arrived at the scene. Some people from other sects also rushed over overnight to join in the fun after hearing the news.

As the debate went on, the verbal fight turned into a physical fight, which was somewhat dramatic.

Sure enough, everything else is empty talk, and in the end, fists are still needed to solve the problem.

As the face of the spiritual practice community in Shu and the ancestral home of Buddhism and Taoism, many people are curious about how much heritage Emei has.

Since the Divine Fire Sect dares to touch the tiger's whiskers, they must be extremely well prepared. Everyone is looking forward to the outcome of this fight.

Did Emei lose face, or did the Divine Fire Sect fail in its mission and flee to the western border in defeat?

There were quite a lot of people at the scene, everyone was chatting in groups of three or five, and it was quite chaotic.

The sun shines into the woods, the temperature has risen a lot, and the shade at the edge of the open space has been occupied by the crowd.

Chen Yang had also arrived at the scene with Wang Yuanchao and others.

This is a big deal in the cultivation world, and someone from the association must be there to bear witness.

There were several tables and chairs placed in the shade. Xuan Jing was also there. He and Wang Yuanchao had been sitting there for quite a while.

Wang Yuanchao looked at the sun, then took out his cell phone to check the time. It was agreed to be ten o'clock in the morning, but it was now almost half past ten.

Many people have been complaining that these people from the Divine Fire Sect have no sense of time at all.

Xuan Jing was calm. After chatting with Wang Yuanchao for a while, she closed her eyes and rested.

Chen Yang sat next to him, just waiting quietly. Next to him was a big hammer.

The hammer gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and a hole was pressed into the ground.

The time came to half past ten when there was finally a commotion at the edge of the woods.

A group of Shenhuo Sect disciples wearing exotic monk robes divided into two lines and entered one after another.

At the other end of Chen Yang and his group, they stood a hundred meters away, lined up in an orderly manner, pushing away the onlookers and forming a passage.

After a while, Yuanlong led Sangjie and others into the scene.

Yuanlong, Sangjie, Duoji and others bowed and then came to Xuanjing.

Someone brought a few chairs and asked Sanjay and others to sit down.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Wang Yuanchao, as the host, stood up and said, "Everyone is here to watch the fun. If you are watching a fun event, you should be aware of it and stay away from it. Otherwise, you will be responsible if you are affected."

"Also, you are not allowed to take videos. If you do take videos, you are not allowed to upload them to the Internet. Otherwise, I will hold you accountable later. If I catch you, don't come to me, Wang, to talk about friendship again."

……

Wang Yuanchao spoke for a long time in an official tone.

Everyone was very considerate and took the initiative to expand the circle. Some people who were taking photos with their cell phones also tactfully put their phones away.

Wang Yuanchao said, "Okay, both sides are here, so let's not waste any more time talking. Hurry up, it's getting late. By the time the competition is over, it will probably be time for lunch..."

He looked at Xuanjing and then at Sangjie.

Both nodded.

Wang Yuanchao didn't waste any more words, "Then please invite the disciples from both sides to come on stage. From the Divine Fire Sect, the one who will come on stage is the disciple of the Divine Monk Sangjie, Young Master Qiangba."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and fat young man stood up from behind Sangjie.

The young man was holding a golden pestle in his hand. When he walked, the fat on his body was shaking, and he looked like a living Maitreya.

Everyone looked at the young man in confusion.

There were many masters present, and it was not difficult to see that the young man's realm had not even reached the spiritual realm.

A martial arts competition is not about comparing height or weight. What was the Divine Fire Sect thinking, allowing such a nobody to participate in such an important competition?

There should be many young people in Emei who can beat him, right?

The young man stood in the middle of the field and slammed the demon-subduing pestle in his hand heavily to the ground.

"boom!"

The ground seemed to shake and a gust of wind suddenly rose up, shaking the dead branches, fallen leaves, mud and gravel on the ground everywhere.

The fat on his body shook, and his aura was suddenly released.

It was just a moment, and everyone at the scene was shocked.

fairy land?

No, how could the spiritual realm have such momentum?
Could it be the realm of creation?
So you are hiding something, such a young person who has reached the realm of creation?
No wonder the people from the Divine Fire Sect are so calm, they do have the confidence.

It might be dangerous here in Emei.

Everyone was whispering, and many people were worried about Emei.

Xuan Jing raised his eyelids and glanced at the arrogant fat monk, "Creation Realm, middle stage, can you handle it?"

"Ah."

Chen Yang did not answer, but just chuckled, picked up the hammer and stood up.

"On the Emei side, the one who came on stage was Dingyang, a disciple of the Divine Monk Xuanjing."

Wang Yuanchao's voice followed closely.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Chen Yang.

Among these people, some know Chen Yang, some don’t, and the majority don’t.

Most of these acquaintances were monks and lay Buddhists from Emei, and they only knew that Chen Yang had broken through the Creation Realm not long ago.

No one knows its exact depth.

But how did Chen Yang suddenly become an Emei disciple? And he even took a Buddhist name, Dingyang?
Amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Chen Yang had already arrived at the scene, holding a hammer.

He was standing about ten meters away from the monk Qiangba opposite him.

Apart from anything else, the other person's body shape and appearance like a sumo wrestler, standing there like a mountain, was indeed a bit intimidating.

……

opposite.

Monk Duoji glanced at Chen Yang and asked, "Master, what do you think?"

Sang Jie raised his eyelids slightly, not taking it seriously, "It's just like entering the world of destiny, nothing to be afraid of, the power of a strong man is enough to suppress it!"

Doji calmed down after hearing this.

Since Master has said so, then it must be okay.

Next, it was Junior Brother Qiangba's turn to perform. He couldn't wait to see the expressions of those people in the Middle-earth cultivation world when they saw their people being pinned to the ground and rubbed.

It should be exciting, right?
……

In the field.

Qiangba was also looking at Chen Yang, "Heh, is there no one left in Emei? Send someone who hasn't shaved his head?"

His tone was full of arrogance, as if he felt that Chen Yang's black hair was a kind of contempt for him.

"Ah."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Doesn't the rule say that people without shaved heads are not allowed to enter?"

Qiangba frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

Wang Yuanchao said, "Dingyang is a lay disciple of Emei with the surname Ding. His identity is beyond doubt. The two of you should follow the rules agreed upon in advance and decide the winner in one round. However, since it is a competition, you should just stop when you are satisfied. Otherwise, if you get hurt or even kill someone, it will be embarrassing..."

"Humph."

Qiangba snorted coldly and looked at Yuanlong, "Master Yuanlong, we have come all the way here to learn the true skills of Emei. If you send a lay disciple to deal with us, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed if this gets out?"

Yuan Long paused when he heard this, and then said, "Dingyang is the most powerful one among my Emei disciples of the Ding generation. Although he is a lay disciple, he has received my Emei true teachings, so he has no intention of dealing with it!"

"Ah."

Duoji laughed and said, "Brother Yuanlong, you are joking. After all, laymen are laymen. How can we possibly get the true teachings..."

"What nonsense?"

Xuan Jing couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Duoji directly, "You can all let a useless person play, so what's wrong with me sending a lay disciple? If you can't even beat my lay disciples from Emei, then admit defeat as soon as possible and go back to your Western Frontier..."

Cripple? Disabled?
After he said this, Qiangba couldn't stand it.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

He shook the fat off his body and said, I'm just a little fatter and more muscular. How can you say that I'm disabled or a useless person?
Xuan Jing sneered and looked at Qiangba with interest, "What do you mean? Little friend, I have to ask you something. You are so fat, can you reach your butt with your hands? When you go to the toilet, can you wipe your butt yourself?"

"puff……"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Qiangba in the field and smiled knowingly.

The image of Qiangba wiping his butt appeared in my mind, and it does seem to be quite difficult.

Some even laughed out loud, including several disciples from the Divine Fire Sect.

"It's an insult to politeness."

Doji gritted his teeth in anger, knowing that this guy was up to no good.

Sangjie even closed his eyes and silently chanted Amitabha. He was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would directly attack Xuan Jing.

"If you can't even take care of yourself, then what else can you be but a disabled person? Little guy, don't you think so?" Xuan Jing was still looking at Qiangba with interest.

In the field, Qiangba's face was already flushed red.

Xuan Jing's words were simply a humiliation to him.

But, even if it was humiliating, so what? He didn't have the courage to challenge Xuan Jing.

What should I do?
Of course the anger was diverted?
"Humph."

Qiangbanu snorted, turned his gaze to Chen Yang, and grinned cruelly, "Boy, take my stick!"

"Oh!"

In anger, Qangba did not hold back at all. He caught up with the man in two steps, and the huge pestle in his hand fell down like a mountain.

Everyone was laughing just now, but at this moment, everyone's heart was gripped.

There were many knowledgeable people at the scene, and they were very aware of the power of Qamba's pestle.

I'm afraid he has at least the power of a dragon.

You know, after a cultivator breaks through the Creation Realm, they basically have a physique of about grade one hundred. A grade one hundred physique is only equivalent to the power of two elephants.

There are ten elephants before there can be one dragon.

For ordinary cultivators, being able to cultivate a physique with the strength of a dragon by the middle stage of the Creation Realm can already be considered excellent.

This is a force that at least belongs to the middle stage of the Creation Realm. Chen Yang has just broken through the Creation Realm. Can he match such a powerful force?

If you don't have any backup plan, you'll probably be defeated in one move.

There was a bang.

The sound of fire and metal colliding was so harsh that everyone's neck shrank.

In the field.

Chen Yang used an iron hammer to hold the opponent's iron pestle tightly.

Qiangba thought that the pestle he was going to use was actually blocked. Not only was it blocked, but the powerful recoil force made Qiangba's palm numb. At that moment, the giant pestle in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

Master!

A thought suddenly flashed through Qiangba's mind, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That's all the strength you have? Who are you looking down on?"

Chen Yang grinned. This man was so angry that he only had the strength of a dragon. It was really unworthy of the Five Dragon Pill he took this morning.

Although it was just a Five Dragon Pill he made himself, which only temporarily increased the power of one dragon, in order to prevent accidents, Chen Yang still reluctantly took one pill and tried the effect himself.

Now he can withstand the power of three dragons. The power of just one dragon is really not enough.

"You'll have to take my blow, too!"

Chen Yang said this calmly, and without further ado, he swung the hammer and hit Qiangba on the head.

(End of this chapter)