Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

"Jinyang Temple".

After the other party revealed his name, Yi Yang thought to himself.

His mental energy subtly probed Jingchen, gaining a general understanding of the challenger's strength.

He was in the early stage of the True Qi Realm, but his opponent had already completed the most important step in the early stage of the True Qi Realm: the Hundred Refinements Body.

With profound skill, the internal energy between the skin, flesh, and fascia circulated slowly.

But what Yi Yang cared about was not the other party's cultivation level.

It's the signboard that says "Jinyang Temple".

Six months ago, Jingyuan and Jingming, in order to find the whereabouts of the Xuanyuan Blade, chased it all the way from Yunlin County to the withered forest outside Qinghuai Post Station.

Yi Yang killed the two bald monks and disposed of their bodies cleanly.

Logically, the trail should have gone cold.

But what kind of place is Jinyang Temple?

For major sects with deep roots, investigating a person's past is not difficult.

Now that he has gone from an unknown nobody from Yunlin County to a candidate chief inspector, his reputation has spread throughout Suining Prefecture, and the people of Jinyang Temple cannot help but pay attention to him.

Jingchen is now taking the stage, citing the reason that he "want to spar with Yiyang in swordsmanship."

It sounds reasonable.

But Yi Yang didn't believe it, because the strength he showed on the surface was only at the Inner Qi Realm. The other party was bullying the weak, and their purpose was definitely not pure.

He stared at the monk's knife in Jingchen's hand; it had a narrow blade, three feet long, and a thick spine.

This type of weapon is very common inside Jin Yang Temple. Jing Yuan used something similar back then, but the quality of the one in Jing Chen's hands was definitely better than theirs.

What does the other party want to do?

To test his swordsmanship style? To see if he is the same person who killed Jingyuan Jingming?

Or is it simply a matter of wanting to knock him off the stage in front of everyone, to save face for Kinyoji?

Yi Yang thought for a couple of breaths and then made a judgment.

Regardless of the opponent's intentions, I will not reveal my True Qi Realm strength for now.

Use your internal energy to perfectly counter his attack and observe his reaction.

If this monk really came to challenge for the token, then we'll see what happens next after he takes the first move.

If the other party uses the guise of sparring to probe about the Xuan Yuan Blade, then Yi Yang must not be in a hurry, because the more anxious he is, the easier it will be to expose his secret.

"Please, Master."

Yi Yang held the Tiger Roar horizontally in front of his chest, gripped the handle with both hands, lowered his center of gravity, and said in a deep voice.

The 72-pound blade points diagonally to the lower left, with the tip pointing towards Jingchen's precept knife.

Jingchen watched as he got into position, then withdrew his clasped left hand and placed it on the hilt of the knife.

Holding the knife in both hands.

He shifted his foot half an inch, his heel off the ground and the ball of his foot on the table.

A powerful surge of internal energy erupted from his dantian, flowing through his arms and into the ring-shaped knife.

"Amitabha."

After chanting a Buddhist prayer, Jingchen raised the monk's knife above his head and brought it down with a swift motion.

The protective energy that had previously been circulating on the body surface changed accordingly.

It did not spread outwards, but retracted completely into the blade, pressing tightly against the edge layer by layer.

The three-foot-long knife drooped gently as Jingchen adjusted his shoulders, waist, and legs simultaneously, and moved his right foot forward half a step.

Many martial artists at the Inner Qi Realm level in the audience still didn't understand.

Ji Yunzhang, standing on the high platform, lowered his hand that had been supporting his chin and commented on the scene:

"The Great Compassionate Barrier-Breaking Blade".

Upon hearing this, one of the subordinates from the Evil-Slaying Division lowered his voice and asked, "Sir, is that swordsmanship very strong?"

"Jinyang Temple True Knife Technique"

Ji Yunzhang stared at Jingchen's hands gripping the knife and said calmly:

"The first step is to break free from attachment to self."

This approach emphasizes fewer moves, focusing on direct attacks, concentrating the power of the blade within three inches of the edge, releasing it fully only upon contact, like a fierce Vajra shattering one's ego.

Seeing such ruthlessness, the subordinate took a breath and asked:

"Can Yiyang catch it?"

Ji Yunzhang did not answer.

On the field, Yi Yang's eyes locked onto the trajectory of Jing Chen's blade the moment he drew it.

The golden-haired ape in the spiritual platform rested its front paws on the edge of its sea of ​​consciousness, its two eyes fixed on the descending blade, dissecting the distribution of the qi and the direction of its force.

There's no way to avoid it.

The opponent's blade strike completely blocked all room for maneuver in front of them.

If you move to the left, the sword can easily catch up if it's slightly off-center; if you move to the right, the distance isn't enough. Retreating is out of the question; the speed of a True Qi Realm cultivator's strike is far beyond the distance a mere Inner Qi Realm cultivator can create.

Let's move on to the next step.

Yi Yang held the Tiger Roar blade horizontally in front of his chest with both hands and swung it forward.

The two knives collided instantly.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded in the air, and could be heard for half a mile.

The compressed qi on the monk's knife poured out at the moment of impact, flowing into Yi Yang's arms along the blade of the tiger's roar.

From the wrist to the elbow, and then to the shoulder.

Yi Yang's entire arm was invaded and damaged by the powerful internal energy.

The Tiger Roar Blade emitted a sharp hiss, leaving tiny white marks where it was crushed by the qi.

Seventy-two jin is nothing in the face of the strength of a True Gang Realm cultivator. If Yi Yang's body had not been tempered by the True Qi of Yi Wood, this one blow would have shattered both of his arms.

The previously practiced "Internal Refinement of the Five Organs" began to operate on its own.

The liver, lungs, spleen, and kidneys vibrate simultaneously, peeling away and dispersing the residual internal energy that had been poured into the chest and abdomen, sending it to the limbs and bones for absorption.

The black iron soft armor provided another layer of protection.

But a force still penetrated into my throat.

After the slash, Yi Yang took a step back.

Two steps.

When he took his third step, the sole of his boot dragged two deep grooves on the table, and the cracks under his foot spread out for about ten feet.

But Yi Yang held his ground and took the blow.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin to his neck.

Yi Yang licked the corner of his lips with his tongue and swallowed back the remaining blood that hadn't flowed out.

Tiger Roar did not release his hand.

Yi Yang pointed the knife tip downwards, loosened his left hand from the hilt, and shook his trembling fingers a couple of times.

Upon seeing this, the audience erupted in a buzz of discussion:

"He actually caught it?"

"He survived a True Qi Realm expert's strike?"

"But you were injured too, look at the blood on the corner of your mouth."

"Nonsense! It's abnormal enough that someone at the third level of internal energy could withstand a full-force strike from a True Qi Realm expert!"

On the side of the Punishment Division, the bearded man crossed his arms and shook his head, muttering something to the effect of, "Even so, he won't survive the second cut."

The young, prospective chief inspector of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics had his hands clenched behind his back, his palms sweaty.

He was relieved; he had just been wondering whether he should go up and test Yi Yang's quality.

What a load of crap! Someone who can withstand a single blow from a True Qi Realm sword would be nothing short of suicide if you went up there.