Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 298 Who is Master's Darling?!
The ultimate special effect of Pure Yang Qi Gong, "Pure Yang Penetrates to the Top of the Head," is activated!
Blood beads were seeping from every pore of his body, but they were absorbed by the golden threads of the dragon scale armor in the next instant, causing the armor to be stained with a crimson hue.

In an instant, the heavy mace transformed into a crimson rainbow and crashed down.

Bai Zhi raised her sword to meet the attack, but the divine weapon was smashed into a bow shape, and the blade struck her own chest.

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible, and the white clothes were instantly stained red with blood.

As Bai Zhi knelt and coughed up blood, Xu Yunfan's mace tip stopped three inches from his brow.

Xu Yunfan was surrounded by steam, and his aura continued to rise rapidly, standing like a mountain.

The stands were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Chu Cangming had stood up at some point, his expression one of shock.

Lu Wuchen below was ashen-faced. He had clearly seen the changes in Xu Yunfan's muscles at the last moment, which were clearly the blood and qi muscle texture characteristics of the Nine Luminaries Devouring Qi Technique.

This kid, who appeared out of nowhere, has actually fused many top-level martial arts techniques into one!
"The winner is Xu Yunfan."

Cui Yu, the head of the Punishment Hall, still spoke with a cold and hard tone, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a barely perceptible ripple in his otherwise calm voice.

His withered fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the longsword at his waist. This long-dormant divine weapon, under Cui Yu's soothing touch, began to hum softly as it felt the clash between the two divine weapons on the arena.

This was the first time in his life that a martial artist at the Marrow Cleansing Realm had made him tremble.

Below the arena, on the high platform, the teacup of the Purple Mirror Daoist, the chief of Liuyun Peak, cracked open with a "crack".

The old man, who once dominated the world with his Tianluo Xuanming Sword Technique, was now staring intently at Xu Yunfan's right arm, which was steaming and slowly losing pure yang true energy. On the bulging muscles there, the unique blood energy fluctuation frequency of the Nine Luminaries Qi Devouring Technique, a secret technique of the Nine Luminaries Sect, was faintly visible.

Further away, the whisk of the chief monk of Yuheng Peak moved without wind, its three thousand silver strands standing upright as if facing a formidable enemy.

A soft laugh suddenly broke the deathly silence on the high platform.

"What a 'furnace of myriad techniques'! It has allowed me to master the unique skills of many schools."

Vice Sect Master Shen Wuyai clapped his hands and sighed, his eyes flashing with a sharp light beneath his long, snow-white eyebrows.

This expert, who was the only one to escape unscathed from Bi Yuan's sword during the Qingwei Hall Incident, pressed five finger marks onto the back of his chair: "This kid's ruthless change of tactics in battle reminds me of someone's heroic figure fighting alone against the Thirty-Six Peaks thirty years ago."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Bi Yuan, his squinting eyes making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Upon hearing this, Bi Yuan clapped his hands and laughed heartily, speaking loudly without any concern for the consequences.

"This young man does indeed have some of my style from back then."

He saw it more clearly than anyone else: Xu Yunfan's final Dragon Head Raise was not a move recorded in the Eight Desolate Dragon Fall Mace Technique.

Just as Bai Zhi's sword momentum was about to end, this kid actually used muscle memory to forcefully twist his waist and hips, incorporating the "Mountain Collapse" power generation technique from the "Thousand-Pound Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique" into it.

When facing a formidable foe, he did not blindly choose sophisticated martial arts techniques, but instead used moves that had become ingrained in his body and were executed flawlessly.

This kind of fighting style, which is almost like the instinct of wild beasts, has the effect of turning the rotten into the miraculous, and can never be obtained through ordinary hard training!

This is talent!
The disciples below the stage were in complete chaos.

Lu Wuchen had already quietly retreated to the outside of the circle and left the place without making a sound.

"monster!"

The snow fell heavier and heavier, yet Xu Yunfan felt his blood growing hotter and hotter. He stared at his hands; the sudden, divine change of move he had just executed seemed to be a reaction of his body before his thoughts could process it. In a daze, he seemed to hear a resonant, dragon-like roar echoing from the depths of his bones…

Sensing this, Xu Yunfan looked at the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace. At this moment, the heavy mace was humming softly, as if responding to the surging blood energy within Xu Yunfan's body.

At this moment, the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace emitted a joyful hum in Xu Yunfan's palm. The dark red patterns flowed like a living thing, actively absorbing and circulating the boiling pure yang true energy in his body. The pure yang true energy that returned to the cycle was visibly stronger.

It should be noted that this unruly divine weapon, which used to require the brute force of a Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivator to suppress, is now as docile as a dog that has recognized its master. The pulse emanating from the mace even gradually synchronizes with Xu Yunfan's heartbeat.

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You snobbish bastard, I never thought you'd submit to me today."

He flicked his finger across the mace blade, producing a clear, resonant sound like a dragon's roar. "Now you know who the real dragon is?"

At this moment, the surging blood energy around him did not diminish due to the fierce battle; on the contrary, it became even brighter as the Yi Jing Marrow Cleansing Technique was activated and the golden marrow absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The six Dao disciples at the Refining Viscera Realm below the stage stared at Bai Zhi, who was being carried away. The chief disciple of Liuyun Peak had his ribs shattered, and his Frost Condensation Sword was even melted by the pure Yang True Qi, causing cracks.

Such a tragic scene made their sword-wielding hands sweat profusely, leaving them with no will to fight.
Cui Yu struck the bronze chime for the third time with his judge's pen, the clear and melodious sound like a stone falling into a cold pool, rippling across the training ground.

The head of the Punishment Hall, his gray hair and beard fluttering without wind, suddenly gleamed with a sharp light in his cloudy eyes: "Thirty-six peaks' true disciples, is there anyone else who will step onto the stage?"

The sound wave, carrying the pressure of a Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm, swept across the entire area, causing the snow on the pine branches to fall in a flurry.

The disciples of the thirty-six peaks bowed their heads like waves of wheat, and even several Daoist disciples at the Refining Internal Organs Realm subconsciously took a half step back.

Just as the echoes were fading, a sword roar like a dragon's cry suddenly erupted from the northeast corner of the training ground.

Chu Cangming's longsword transformed into a black rainbow piercing the sky. When the sword's edge pierced the center of the arena, the entire arena seemed to tremble.

The moment the black rainbow pierced the sky, the expressions of the three Grandmasters of the Ninth Realm on the high platform underwent subtle changes.

Bi Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared at Chu Cangming's unyielding back. Finally, he shook his head and sighed, "That child, Cangming..."

Shen Wuyai raised an eyebrow. He naturally knew that Chu Cangming was Bi Yuan's disciple, and that he held the title of chief disciple.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"If Xu Yunfan wins the match between the first and second place..."

Shen Wuyai turned to look at Bi Yuan, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Sect Leader Bi, do you intend to rotate the seats?"

Bi Yuan said calmly, "This matter need not trouble Vice Sect Master Shen to concern himself with."

The disciples of the thirty-six peaks surrounding the arena retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters) like a tide.

On the stage, Xu Yunfan was also somewhat surprised, he really didn't expect Chu Cangming to start fighting his own people.

Before he could speak, Chu Cangming said calmly, "Junior Brother Xu, do you know why I've come up on stage?"

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his face: "Senior brother, you didn't come up on stage just to argue about who is Master's number one darling, did you?"

After all, since arriving at the Dao Sect, his own resources and expenses have far exceeded those of his chief disciple.

Chu Cangming's eyes twitched slightly. Xu Yunfan's words were really ruining the atmosphere. He said without changing his expression, "Since Master has not yet decided on the position of Dao Child, I will do my best."

Xu Yunfan said, "Then I'll take this opportunity to learn from your superior skills, senior brother."

(End of this chapter)