Shanshui Restaurant—a gathering place for demon cultivators in Kyoto.
The backcourt of Shanshui Restaurant, the sea of flowers.
In the middle of the sea of flowers, there is a high platform with a radius of 100 feet and based on fine marble. The platform is carved with patterns of dragons and phoenixes playing with each other. On the large platform, Feng Jinghong and the big man stand facing each other.
The 3,000 people watching the battle outside the sea of flowers below the stage were almost full for a while. Disciples from various sects, family members, and leaders of aristocratic families were all attracted by the laughter and cheers just now.
What I saw was the two people who were silently confronting each other on the stage. After some questioning, I found out the reason. Some were disdainful and turned around and walked away, while others were curious and watched. In short, the spectator seats were almost full.
"Wow, that young man is really as beautiful as a tree in the wind."
"Tch, this guy with a beard is so manly."
"You really have no discernment. You look at people rather than watches. What we demon cultivators focus on is the cultivation of mana, not these insignificant appearances."
"Brother, where are you from? Are you jealous of others?"
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There are constant noisy voices in the audience, some have a fierce personality, some are bold in praising, some are delicate and cute, some are fond of boldness, some are silent and watch the changes, some are jealous that the people on stage are handsomer or more imposing than themselves
, in short, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. There is no war on the stage, but you are arguing with me off the stage.
Suddenly someone was heard speaking on the stage, and everyone in the audience immediately raised their ears in silence. They only heard: "Is there an elder from my sect here, brother? Feng Jinghong, please be polite. If I accidentally hurt your sect later,
Disciple, I hope you can forgive me."
His words were so ordinary that everyone present felt as if he was speaking to themselves in their ears. Some people who did not realize his power even sarcastically said: "This kid doesn't even have much strength to speak. How can he compare with that big man? At most
Literary talent is better than many, I am afraid that martial arts will be embarrassing."
Unexpectedly, his self-righteous words were heard by his teacher, and he immediately cursed angrily: "Shut up, don't be embarrassed here."
Although Feng Jinghong's cultivation level has not yet reached the level where he can be undefeated in this increasingly chaotic world of cultivation, firstly, he has such a temperament that he disdains to do things that hide his head and tail, and secondly, he also takes this opportunity to become famous in Kyoto so that Long
The Yinmen disciples knew that he was coming and came to gather.
Without waiting for everyone in the audience to comment, the big man said: "You don't need to say much, I, Feng Chushan, am the only one here this time. If you are afraid, just admit defeat."
The big man's voice was louder than thunder. People of the same age in the audience felt their eardrums shaking slightly. They were all surprised and marveled at the depth of cultivation of this big man.
But the powerful elders were not just surprised by this level of cultivation, but also by the three words "Fengchu Mountain". If this person really came out of Fengchu Mountain, he would understand how high his realm was. It should be noted that this Fengchu was from the Three Kingdoms in ancient times.
During the period of melee, the military advisors of the Shu Kingdom were able to reach the sky, as evidenced by poems:
Ancient Xian is connected with purple and green piles, and Shi Yuan's house is adjacent to Shankuma.
Children are accustomed to hearing the music of Hujiu, and they have heard of it in Luxiang and displayed their talents.
It is expected that the three-point plan will be cut, and the long journey will be wandering alone.
Who would have thought that the Tengu's flow would fall and the general would not be able to return to his robes?
Although he later died tragically due to jealousy from Tongliao, his descendants passed down the saying, "The Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix are the ancestors of the civilized and military gods. If the Crouching Dragon does not come out, the Phoenix will conquer the world."
It is just sixteen words long, but it fully demonstrates Wolongfengxiao’s unparalleled talent.
How could these senior masters not be surprised when they heard the words "Fengchu Mountain" that had been hiding from the world of cultivation for a long time? This is a secret sect that, like Wolong Valley, has not appeared in the world of cultivation for thousands of years.
Without waiting for anyone to think too much, the stage officially started.
"I haven't asked you for your title?"
"The phoenix chick has a giant dragon, and its name is Wuliang."
While he was speaking, the big man flew into the air, and a huge fiery red dragon came out following his words. The divine dragon was truly worthy of its immeasurable name, and it roared towards Feng Jinghong.
"The divine weapon slays the dragon, who is the leader?"
"Feng Jinghong looked at the roaring dragon and shouted loudly. A sharp blade with cold light suddenly appeared in his hand, which was empty-handed. It was the Demon Sword.
Feng Jinghong held the sword in her left hand and used the Ruyi magical power in the Nine Transformations of the Sword Demon. The Demon Sword grew in the wind and instantly became ten feet in size. Feng Jinghong held the giant sword tightly with both hands and moved towards the dragon head with the force of splitting the Huashan Mountain.
Cut it off.
"The dragon is coiled in the sky, and the divine dragon is waving its tail."
Seeing that the giant sword was about to hit the giant dragon's head, the big man shouted loudly.
Hearing this roar, the dragon's head raised upwards and coiled in the air. Suddenly, a crimson dragon tail appeared behind Feng Jinghong, sweeping towards him with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.
Not to mention the thrilling duel in the air, all the young monks on the ground were dumbfounded. Two masters of the Great Perfection in the foundation building stage? That big man is said to be a descendant of "Feng Chu", and what is the origin of this boy?
Have we all come to this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference in vain? All the young people thought with sadness and joy.
Sadly, this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference can only be reduced to a spectator, and the final protagonist has nothing to do with me; happily, monks in the foundation-building stage of Dzogchen can also be young people in their twenties. As long as they work hard, they can be
Standing at the pinnacle of the younger generation!
But the elders were surprised that Feng Jinghong and the big man were able to stand in the air with their cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage, and conjure physical attacks while casting spells.
You must know that to practice special skills, you must reach the golden elixir stage before you can attack with phantom objects and fly in the air, so the elders secretly guessed what kind of unique skills Feng Jinghong and the two were practicing.
But what they didn't know was the special nature of Feng Jinghong's cultivation. Not to mention that he had reached the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Stage, he could still stand in the void with somersault clouds even when he was practicing Qi Bullying.
Pang Wuliang has a special treasure and can attack with illusions at will.
Not to mention that everyone's thoughts were stirring, but there was another change in the sky.
"Okay, okay, I am Pang Buliang. No one of my generation can be my opponent. Even the strong men of the previous generation are not necessarily much stronger than me. But today you can fight me with more than a hundred moves without losing."
, worthy of my attention, below I will let you feel that my power is not comparable to that of my contemporaries. Take my strongest blow."
After saying that, he slowly fell to the ground. He was gathering the vitality of heaven and earth to stand in the air. For him, the real power was consumed too quickly.
Feng Jinghong also slowly moved downwards here. It was not because of the rapid loss of his real power. The Taoist Sutra of Immortality in his body was running on its own all the time. His real power improved a little every day, and he consumed a ray of real power.
The Tai Chi diagram in the lower Dantian will add a hint of it.
It can be said that even a master of the golden elixir can escape thousands of miles away with somersaults without worrying about lack of real power as long as the opponent does not have too powerful treasures.
Feng Jinghong slowly fell down because he didn't want everyone on the ground to think he was a freak. After all, he was about to launch his most powerful move, so he couldn't act so relaxed. He just wanted to be famous in Kyoto and didn't want to draw attention, otherwise he would be attacked.
Too many people are jealous, and those present are demon cultivators who draw swords against each other if they disagree.
"The roar of the dragon in the sky shakes the sky, swallows the clouds and spits out the mist, and then disappears."
Not long after Feng Jinghong landed, Pang Wuliang over there had already launched a powerful attack, but he saw the red dragon in the sky suddenly burst into flames and let out a heaven-shaking dragon roar. Everyone watching in the audience was confused and didn't understand what was going on.
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However, the roar of the dragon shocked Feng Jinghong. She quickly held on to the Golden Pill of Knowledge Sea and the somewhat turbulent Five Elements Tree, flew up, and shouted loudly: "With the magic sword in hand, ghosts are resentful and gods are worried!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark Demon Sword in Feng Jinghong's hand emitted a burst of black light, and then the sword energy shot out rapidly, forming a sword shadow larger than the giant dragon in the air.
Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the ground began to tremble. The power of the sword was so powerful that it moved the heavens and the earth. Everyone on the ground couldn't help but feel terrified: How could they catch this move if it were someone else?
While everyone in the audience was thinking, the sword shadow and the giant dragon were already connected.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The high platform made of Yunying fine stone first turned into fly ash, and then the sword shadow and the giant dragon disappeared from the sandbag. Clouds and mist surrounded the sky. After a long time, Feng Jinghong, dressed in plain clothes, fell from the sky and walked towards the half-kneeling Pang Wuliang on the ground.
, the whole audience held their breath and watched quietly.
"Brother Pang, I accept the concession." After saying this, he slapped Pang Wuliang on the head of his head.
"you dare."
"stop."
Several exclamations and roars came from the air one after another. The air fluctuated and several figures appeared, rushing toward Feng Jinghong.
"Hmph, if you want him to live, don't come over." Feng Jinghong had no choice but to threaten.
"Okay, let him go first." A young woman in her forties said hurriedly.
"No problem, just wait a moment." A green light flashed across Feng Jinghong's chest, and he quickly retreated. He didn't know if letting Pang Wuliang go would lead to the siege of those Nascent Soul masters.
But the moment Feng Jinghong retreated, Pang Wuliang flew up, and a crystal jade fan spurted out from his mouth, spinning around him, while the few people flying out of the air quietly
It looks huge.
After a while, the jade fan flew back to Pang Wuliang's mouth again. Pang Wuliang's body flashed with jade light, his eyes suddenly opened, the air was shaken, and then he slowly fell to the ground.
"Father, second uncle, mother, please don't take action. Thanks to Brother Feng for your righteousness, my cultivation has improved further." Pang Wuliang hurriedly stopped his father who was about to take action, then turned around and bowed to Feng Jinghong and the others who were watching on the ground.
Thank you.
"No need. Brother Pang has made great progress in cultivation, which is a great congratulation. How about we get drunk together tonight?" Feng Jinghong congratulated him.
"Of course, I thought Brother Feng didn't like drinking, haha..."
"Father, second uncle, mother, you go back first. With Brother Feng here, nothing will happen to us if we work together." Pang Wuliang looked at his relatives behind him.
"Thank you, little brother Feng, for your kindness. We were the ones who bumped into each other just now. Please forgive me. Pang Long would like to apologize."
After speaking, he bowed slightly.
"Senior, you don't have to be like this," Feng Jinghong said while returning the salute hurriedly: "I was the one who injured Brother Pang, so I deserved it."
"Okay, okay, why are you such a mother-in-law? Brother Feng and I are leaving first. You can go back." Pang Wuliang walked over and pulled Feng Jinghong towards the restaurant dining area, leaving the three elders smiling helplessly.
With.
Watching Feng Jinghong and Pang Wuliang leave, Pang Long and the other three flew up, their figures swaying and disappearing into the air.
At this time, the onlookers screamed out in surprise. The scene just now was so exciting. The foundation building stage was so strong that even some older masters were a little envious. Everyone marveled for a long time and dispersed, or returned to their respective sects.
Telling the disciples who did not come to watch the battle, or telling the elders of the sect, nearly three thousand people dispersed in a hurry.