The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 58: Eight Trigrams Locking Up the Sun, Taoist Zhao Ye
In the arena.

The two figures crisscrossed and moved in a small space, with afterimages flying everywhere and punches hitting flesh.

It was Chang'an Zi and the kind Taoist.

The latter was born in the Lingguan Sect, a Taoist sect that is a guardian lineage of the Daoists. They are powerful in combat and have thick skin and strong muscles.

Taoist Liangshan was the first person to block a punch from Chang'anzi since the martial arts test, and they had fought for dozens of rounds.

Both of them fought very happily.

In terms of physical training, we are evenly matched.

This kind of primitive and rough battle made many Taoists frown, but also excited many warriors.

After being separated by the recoil force once again, Chang'anzi and Liangshan Taoist looked at each other, and with a tacit understanding, they each took out their magic weapons.

Liangshan took out the iron whip, and Chang'anzi put down the heavy sword. The moment he put down the heavy sword, there was a loud bang of the heavy object falling to the ground.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful."

Changanzi reminded.

The kind Taoist said excitedly: "The same words, sent to fellow Taoists."

After saying this, the two Taoists moved at the same time.

When the magic weapons collided for the first time, even though the kind Taoist was prepared, the heavy sword still made his palms numb.

Fortunately, he was not an ordinary Taoist priest, and the iron whip in his hand was quite heavy, so he adjusted himself instantly.

The magic weapons collided, the void exploded, the air twisted, and the magic power surged. The two Taoists fought for dozens of rounds.

It was like a tit-for-tat confrontation, neither side gave in, and they even developed a sense of mutual sympathy during the fight.

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, Chang'anzi and Liangshan Taoist decided to decide the outcome with one strike.

"Daoist friend, take my whip!"

"Daoyou, look at the sword!"

The iron whip was swung up and suddenly became golden and sharp. When it fell, the void was filled with light. At this moment, the kind Taoist was like a guardian general, majestic and full of fighting spirit.

Chang'anzi swung his sword, opening and closing it, and the huge sword fell from the sky like a waterfall. It was powerful and strong, the sword energy was dense, and the sword intent was as heavy as a mountain.

The iron whip and the heavy sword collided, making a clanging and sharp sound. After a stalemate of several breaths, the kind Taoist bent his knees and knelt on one leg on the ground. Sweat broke out on his forehead and he was about to fall under the heavy pressure.

At this point, the outcome is decided.

Changanzi wins.

The kind Taoist bowed.

"Your strength is outstanding, I admire you. I am convinced of my defeat this time. I will ask for your guidance in the future."

Chang'anzi returned the greeting.

"Your strength is also quite good, I look forward to sparring with you again."

In the stands, Taoist Qiuzhen was delighted.

Won!

Changanzi not only made it into the top 25, but also remained unscathed and had the strength to fight again.

Maybe the ranking can be raised even higher.

They couldn't help but get excited when they thought that Qiuzhen Temple might produce a genius who could be among the top ten in the Daoyuan Conference.

On the second-floor stand, Huang Li, the True Man of the Lingguan Sect, laughed out loud: "This boy is interesting, and the Seeking Truth Temple is even more interesting. I am looking forward to meeting True Man Xuanming even more."

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Sitting cross-legged on the stage, Chang'anzi regulates his breathing.

The arena is engraved with a spirit gathering formation that can help Taoists gather spiritual energy, restore magic power, and adjust their spirit.

The same goes for other Taoists who still have the strength to fight. After they recover, the martial arts test will continue.

Changanzi drew lots again.

There will be one bye for every 25 players.

His luck was neither good nor bad. Although he did not get a bye, his opponent was not as strong as the kind Taoist. After fighting for thirty rounds, he was pinned to the ground by his heavy sword, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, unable to move. He won easily and entered the top twelve. The audience of Qiuzhen was even more excited. They sat in the stands, smiling happily. Xuanxu was even more generous and heroic. He whispered to Xuankong that after this matter was over, he should order two tables of wine and food at Xiankelai and send them to Xianlin Pavilion.

The Qiuzhen Temple is delighted with the successive congratulations!

Even a Taoist who is pure-hearted and has few desires has seven emotions and six desires. Normally, the fluctuations are relatively small, but today, he can't suppress them anymore and doesn't want to suppress them.

What a joke! How can we not celebrate such a happy event?
Chang'anzi continued to recover his magic power. The next few battles would be tough, so he had to pay more attention.

Soon he drew lots again, and he was matched against a young Taoist who was at the fourth level of spiritual practice. He was handsome and elegant, wearing a Taoist robe with wide sleeves, and was very graceful. He was from the Qingyang Sect, so he was very arrogant and had reason to be arrogant.

In this battle, Chang'anzi fought with him for more than 150 rounds. He used his fists and sword at the same time and used full firepower. There was a jade wheel on Taoist Enguang's head, like a big sun, with sunlight shining everywhere.

Where the light shines, the fist energy is like melting ice and snow; where the hot wind blows, the sword energy is like burning hay.

"To have come this far, you are indeed very capable, and you have also brought honor to the Qiuzhen Temple. Glory cannot last forever, and blessings cannot be filled. Now that you have met me, this is the end for you."

With the help of the Jade Wheel magic weapon, Taoist Enguang briefly flew into the air, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at Chang'an Zidao from a high position.

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Enguang transformed into a scorching sun and suddenly smashed down. Wherever it passed, blazing flames engulfed it.

Yesterday, his master had warned him that if he met the two disciples from Qiuzhen Temple, he should not be polite but should attack with all his strength, and it would be best if he could destroy their foundation. Swords and knives have no eyes, and this kind of thing has happened in previous Daoyuan gatherings.

Chang'anzi remained silent. It was too early to say anything before the winner was decided.

Although he is one level higher than me.

Although he was born into a Taoist sect.

Although I was at a disadvantage in this battle.

But it's not that he has no chance to turn the tables. He has already built a superior foundation for the Tao, and is practicing both the Dharma and the body, so he may not lose.

Feeling the powerful force coming, Chang'anzi calmed down, clenched the heavy sword, swung the sword and stepped on the Bagua.

The two hundred jin sword moved lightly in his hand, as if it were nothing. The eight trigrams were derived, and after he took eight steps in a row, the heavy sword hung upside down with toes pointing upwards, and one turned into eight.

Eight sword lights were extremely powerful and formed the Bagua Sword Formation, locking the scorching sun. The sword lights were surging, one after another chopping on the scorching sun. With every strike, the scorching sun's light became weaker.

Xuanxu sighed: "Junior nephew Chang'anzi's attainments in Bagua Sword are catching up with us, and he is the best among the four generations of disciples."

"Brother, what you said makes sense. With the Bagua Sword Formation in hand, it seems that the outcome of this battle is already decided."

Xuan Yin nodded, agreeing quite a bit.

Only when one has perfected the Bagua sword technique can one temporarily set up the Bagua sword formation on one's own and increase one's combat power.

With the support of the sword formation, Chang'anzi is sure to win.

In fact, it is true.

Taoist Enguang tried his best but still couldn't break the sword formation. Instead, he was constantly compressed. Finally, the scorching sun and the sword formation were both wiped out. The moment he appeared, Chang'anzi was quick-witted and swung the heavy sword quickly. Taoist Enguang was like being hit in the face by a door panel. He flew backwards and fell onto the stage. His handsome face changed drastically, his nose and face were swollen, like a pig's head.

In this battle, Chang'anzi wins!
In the stands, the audience was delighted.

True Man Yuquan was in a bad mood but he still had to maintain his image, so he smiled with his lips but not his eyes. However, True Man Donglai, the great elder of Zixia Sect opposite him, had a bright smile and even raised his eyebrows and stroked his beard at True Man Yuquan when he looked at him.

The two are old enemies. Even though Donglai doesn't open his mouth, Yuquan Zhenren knows that he is... What is the expression on his face?
Some people are obviously narrow-minded, but they still pretend to be generous and pretentious, which is really ridiculous!
Because he understood, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

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Everything off the field has nothing to do with him for the time being.

Chang'anzi was panting. He took a pill to heal his injuries and restore his magic power. When he drew lots again, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and his fighting spirit instantly rose.

This is because his opponent is Taoist Zhaoye of Zixia Sect.

In the debate test, he was the first.

When it comes to cultivating the hundred arts of immortality, he is still the leader.

Since the beginning of the martial arts test, he has passed all the tests with ease, and no one has ever lasted more than five moves under his hands.

It is said that he is gifted with extraordinary talent, excellent physique, and great comprehension. At the young age of twenty, he has already achieved perfection in his cultivation, and is on par with the older generation, or even slightly better.

He is the favorite to win this Daoyuan event.

Being able to compete with such a strong man, Chang'anzi was cautious but also excited.

　The next chapter ends with the disciple chapter, and the old Taoist priest will appear.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)