Fantasy: I can equip everything

"What...what did you do???"

The monk Xisheng's face was contorted as he forced a low growl, enduring the waves of intense pain.

Such a tiny wound shouldn't be anything to him.

But just as he was mobilizing his internal energy, the meridian where the small wound was located was damaged, disrupting the flow of his internal energy.

This caused the internal energy within him to leap out of his meridians instantly, like fine thorns piercing his flesh.

The pain was even worse than when he used the secret technique to reincarnate.

Chen Chuang gently flipped the boning knife in his hand and chuckled, "Master, if you can't bear the pain of injury, I advise you to just admit defeat."

The other martial artists around them were also puzzled and looked at Monk Xisheng with strange expressions.

Could it be that this genius of the Gangsha Realm from Tianyin Temple is actually a novice with no combat experience?

That tiny wound made him scream in pain.

The monk Xisheng felt the strange looks around him, and his fair face instantly turned red.

He couldn't explain it.

Those who aren't involved would only see him as suffering superficial injuries.

But in reality, the follow-up reactions caused by a small wound are the key issues.

Enduring the pain and cutting off the flow of internal energy, the monk Xisheng, relying on his experience from his previous life, directly changed the direction of the energy flow.

The pain in my shoulder finally subsided a bit.

"Are the methods of the Secret Investigation Division always this despicable?"

He gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Chen Chuang.

Chen Chuang didn't care at all, shrugged and said, "The duty of an undercover agent is to obtain the most accurate intelligence as quickly as possible. I think my methods are quite efficient."

That's definitely high!

With this kind of intense pain that even those at the Gang Sha Realm can't bear, what information can't be extracted through torture and forced confession?

Thinking of this, Monk Xisheng felt somewhat fortunate that Zhu Xingjie had acted decisively last night and killed those two people.

Otherwise, those two would definitely not be able to keep any secrets under this kid's command.

Taking a deep breath, the monk Xisheng's expression softened somewhat. Looking at Chen Chuang, he slowly said, "In the end, it's just a minor path, benefactor! From now on, you won't be able to touch me!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a Jiao Wei Qin (a type of zither) appeared in front of him.

Everyone who saw this was immediately shocked.

"Tianyin Temple is truly generous; such a young disciple actually possesses such a precious treasure as the Sumeru Ring!"

The Sumeru Ring is a rare and precious item, and every time it appears in Yuzhou, it fetches a very high price.

However, forces like the seven major sects of Yuzhou still have the ability to buy one or two for their own use.

However, most of the time, the Sumeru Ring is used by powerful figures such as the sect leader and the grand elder.

Although hope Sheng is incredibly talented, he is still young and lacks experience. The fact that he was able to obtain the right to use the Sumeru Ring can only be attributed to the efforts of Tianyin Temple.

However, some people vaguely sensed something amiss.

Li Feiyu examined the Sumeru Ring in Xisheng's hand, frowning, and said, "Isn't that the one held by the former abbot of Tianyin Temple? Has the old man really passed away?"

But at that moment, Xing Hai, who was standing next to him, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"I had some doubts just now, but now I'm certain! This little monk is that old hag Huiqin!"

Li Feiyu turned his head sharply, looking at Xing Hai with confusion, "Huiqin? The former abbot of Tianyin Temple? Didn't you say he's already..."

Halfway through his speech, Li Feiyu followed Xing Hai's gaze and finally noticed the Jiao Wei Qin in the hands of the monk hope Sheng.

Upon closer inspection, I was immediately taken aback.

"That zither... isn't it Huiqin's natal weapon, the Spring Thunder Zither? Is this kid really Huiqin? But how did he do that? Reincarnation? Possession and cultivation again?"

Li Feiyu also understood.

The natal weapon is the coveted weapon of all warriors in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Throughout the entire Great Qian Dynasty, only a handful of weapon refiners were capable of crafting it.

This item requires martial artists to collect materials themselves, hire high-level weapon refiners, and have it specially crafted according to their own characteristics. During the refining process, it will gradually merge and connect with their own aura and soul.

Once made, it is bound to its master and can only be used by that specific person. If the master dies, the weapon becomes scrap metal.

In the hands of others, a natal weapon is merely a slightly harder weapon.

However, in the hands of its master, the natal weapon can unleash its strongest power.

The increase in a martial artist's strength is extremely astonishing!

Back then, the former abbot of Tianyin Temple, Monk Huiqin, used this Spring Thunder Zither to defeat an opponent in the middle stage of the Gangsha Realm when he was in the early stage of the Gangsha Realm.

At this moment, the Spring Thunder Zither in hope Sheng's hands was faintly emitting a deep thunderous sound, clearly indicating that its full power had been activated.

Aside from the speculation that it was either Xisheng or the monk Huiqin, there are no other possibilities.

"Huiqin! You shameless bastard! With all your experience and knowledge at the peak of the Gang Sha Realm, you actually come here to bully a junior!"

Xing Hai, with his volatile temper, actually stepped forward and shouted, "If you want to play, let me, your peer, play with you!!!"

He had barely taken one step when Hu Changfeng and Xu Liuyun were already standing in front of him.

"Sect Leader Xing Hai, is this an attempt to break the rules of the competition?"

Hu Changfeng smiled and said without any politeness.

Blocked by two martial artists of the same cultivation level, Xing Hai showed no fear. Instead, he jumped up and cursed, "What kind of bullshit rules are these? You've all sent the former abbot of Tianyin Temple to the stage, can't I even experience it myself?"

At this moment, the monk Xisheng turned to look at them, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha! The matter of Huiqin is a thing of the past. I am now Xisheng, a young disciple of Tianyin Temple. Benefactor Xing Hai, please do not harbor any resentment!"

"Then you fucking throw away the Spring Thunder Qin!"

The monk Xisheng paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Chen Chuang, ignoring Xing Hai completely.

Xing Hai's face darkened when he saw how shameless he was.

Although it is unknown how the monk Huiqin did it, he now has a young body and rich experience from his previous life when he reached the peak of the Gang Sha Realm.

With his natal weapon in hand, even if Chen Chuang were stronger, he wouldn't be a match for him.

This time, it's over!

Xing Hai sighed and silently walked back to his original position.

"Sect Leader Li, let's call that person back. It's not a good thing if the envoy from the Secret Investigation Division gets injured or... because of our instigation."

Xing Hai shook his head and continued in a low voice, "Our days ahead won't be easy. We'd better not offend any other forces."

Li Feiyu nodded and was just about to step forward to call Chen Chuang down.

But Chen Chuang had already made his move.

With one step, his figure vanished.

The combination of the Shadow Flowing Light Technique's stealth-breaking strike and the Shocking God Thrust has proven that it can break through the opponent's protective aura.

But this time, Monk Xisheng's expression did not change at all.

"it's useless."

He murmured softly, his fingers gliding gently, and the Jiaowei Qin in his hand immediately shimmered.

Rumble!

The deep rumble of spring thunder echoed outwards along with the sound of the zither.

Chen Chuang, who was in stealth mode, was forced to reveal himself by the lightning net.

At the same time, a thunderous roar struck him, sending him flying more than three zhang away.

He staggered several steps after landing before regaining his balance.

Looking up, one could see that the area around Monk Xisheng was already covered with a lightning net nearly ten feet long.

This layer of lightning net, in terms of defensive power, is in no way inferior to the opponent's protective mystic energy.

Now, even if Chen Chuang were to use the same technique again, he wouldn't be able to break through the opponent's defense.

"It's time to end this..."

The monk Xisheng seemed somewhat uninterested.

For him, after using his natal weapon, the Spring Thunder Zither, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Even though he is only at the early stage of the Gang Sha Realm, with the help of his natal Xuanbing weapon, he can find few opponents in the entire Yuzhou.

Chen Chuang, this young undercover investigator, is indeed very capable, but unfortunately...

Shaking his head, the monk Xisheng placed his hand on the Jiaowei Qin, just about to play a thousand spring thunders, when he suddenly heard Chen Chuang chuckle from the opposite side.

"Yes, it's time to end this!"

He slowly raised his palm and gently pressed it down on himself.

This starting stance... Hunyuan Palm?

hope Sheng suddenly felt like laughing.

Do they really think they're part of the Hunyuan Sect?

They already know the details.

This undercover envoy had only been with the Hunyuan Sect for less than three days.

Their purpose was simply to use the name of the Hunyuan Sect to instigate a grand competition and enter Yinling Mountain.

In three days, they probably wouldn't even have finished learning the entire palm technique of the Hunyuan Sect.

Now, they actually want to turn the tide with Hunyuan Palm?

Even your most proficient Secret Service martial arts were useless; your rudimentary Hunyuan Palm technique was all it took...

Tear!

The lightning arced!

With a soft thud, the lightning net protecting the monk Xisheng was torn apart piece by piece.

The monk Xisheng coughed up blood and was sent flying backward.

The pupils of everyone present trembled violently; none of them could understand what had just happened.

Only Li Feiyu stared intently at Chen Chuang's movements, swallowed hard in disbelief, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The elephant...is formless!"