Create A Cultivation Technique At The Beginning

Li Zhi stuck out his tongue as if to lick blood, and looked at Zhuo Yuan with cold eyes: "It seems that you are still the same as before, and you have not made any progress!"

Zhuo Yuan held the spear in his hand and shot out like a dragon, but Li Zhi easily dodged it. Zhuo Yuan's eyes became hollow. In the past ten years, he had been practicing hard day and night just for today. As a result, he still couldn't Not his match.

Seeing that Zhuo Yuan was distracted, Li Zhi did not take the opportunity to attack, but instead taunted him with words: "Trash, you are trash no matter what. Even if I wait for you where you are, you won't be able to catch up!"

Everyone below was a little anxious, and Lingzhi shouted: "Zhuo Yuan, don't listen to him!"

But these pale words did not wake Zhuo Yuan up. The deacon monk glanced at Lingzhi, and Lingzhi stopped talking. It would be unfair to the contestants if everyone started to give advice.

Li Zhi opened his folding fan and started to fan. It was easy to defeat someone, but it was more fulfilling to destroy someone. The Li family and the Zhuo family had a feud, otherwise Li Zhi would not have asked Zhuo Yuan to kneel down in public.

Thinking that his generation could trample Zhuo Yuan under his feet, Li Zhi was filled with pride. You must know that the two families have been fighting for more than three thousand years, and no one can do anything to the other.

Both families are vassals of Buddhist Gate, and Buddhist Gate will not care about the fighting below, but if it hurts their muscles and bones, it will consume the power of Buddhist Gate.

But the hatred between the two families is irreconcilable, and Buddhist Gate can only control the scope of the fight between the two families and prevent it from expanding, let alone one annexing the other.

Zhuo Yuan's hands began to tremble, and the spear fell from his hand. He covered his head, and every detail of the past decades flooded into his mind.

Looking at Zhuo Yuan's flushed face, Lingzhi shook his head. Everyone present knew that Zhuo Yuan was going through a painful struggle. If he couldn't get over this hurdle, it would be a lifetime of pain.

Li Zhi taunted: "Boy, if you don't want to die, unlike your Zhuo family, you can kowtow three times and I will spare you!"

Zhuo Yuan persisted with difficulty, the fragments of memory in front of him came towards him bit by bit, and the image of the elders in the family who died tragically at the hands of the Li family lingered in his mind.

In pain, Zhuo Yuan covered his head and began to roll on the ring. Li Zhi's words were still heard in his ears. Zhuo Yuan felt that his head was swelling as if it was about to explode.

During the riot, Zhuo Yuan's eyes were red and he completely lost his mind. The spear that fell on the ground flew up, and Zhuo Yuan directly held the spear in his hand.

Li Zhi, who was opposite him, laughed: "Well done!"

Holding the folding fan in his hand, he rushed forward. The deacon monk said nothing when he saw this. Under normal circumstances, if one party was going to go crazy, the game would definitely be stopped, but both of them had signed a death contract, and indeed there was no call. It's necessary to stop.

Zhuo Yuan looked at Li Zhi in front of him, and stabbed forward with the spear in his hand. Li Zhi dodged very lightly, and the folding fan in his hand directly scratched Zhuo Yuan's chest, creating a half-foot-long gash.

At this time, Zhuo Yuan was already on the verge of madness. He couldn't feel the pain in his body at all. He opened and closed the spear in his hand. It must be said that his reason still had two brushes. He kept sticking to Zhuo Yuan's side, dancing with the fan in his hand. There were many wounds on Zhuo Yuan's body.

Li Zhi was not in a hurry to kill Zhuo Yuan, but tried every means to torture him. It would be best to wait until the blood on his body dries up, and then die himself.

Li Zhi didn't notice that the red color in Zhuo Yuan's eyes was slowly receding. He still wanted to leave wounds on Zhuo Yuan's body, as if he was an artist.

The red color in Zhuo Yuan's eyes slowly dissipated, and his head became empty. When he came back to his senses, all his strength was gone.

You must know that there are at least hundreds of wounds on his body, but they are not fatal, and the culprit Li Zhi is still concentrating on draining Zhuo Yuan's blood.

Zhuo Yuan's hand stagnated, he turned over, and thrust the spear back under his body. Li Zhi, who had already taken out his fan, jumped into the air, and the spear pierced directly from his chest.

Li Zhi's expression was a bit incredulous. The ants he originally thought could hurt him. Li Zhi was furious and kicked Zhuo Yuan directly in the chest.

Zhuo Yuan flew out and landed heavily on the edge of the ring, still holding the spear in his hand. He saw a bloody sword fly out from Zhuo Yuan's shoulder, and Li Zhi gritted his teeth in pain.

Zhuo Yuan also spit out a mouthful of blood, and his fighting spirit surged. Li Zhi was like an unreachable mountain on his way forward, but now the mountain was not stepped on by him, Zhuo Yuan burst out laughing. Look at Li Zhi.

Li Zhi was a little hairy and froze on the spot. Zhuo Yuan stood up with his gun. His ten years of hard work had not been in vain. Zhuo Yuan, who had regained his confidence, used his strongest move.

I saw a golden dragon rushing out from Zhuo Yuan's spear. Li Zhi subconsciously waved his fan to block it, but it was of no use. The golden dragon passed through the fan and came out of Li Zhi's body.

Li Zhi's Dantian was directly destroyed and he completely turned into a useless person. Zhuo Yuan walked towards Li Zhi step by step. Li Zhi's face was full of horror: "Don't, don't kill me!"

Zhuo Yuan disdainfully walked past Li Zhi, walked off the ring, and fainted. Zhuo Yuan was seriously injured and could not participate in the next game [Li Zhi and Zhuo Xuan were both eliminated.

Ten days later, the Li family received the news that Li Zhi was deposed and mobilized the whole family to attack the Zhuo family. In the end, it ended up in a lose-lose situation.

Fortunately, Buddhist Gate came forward to mediate, and the two families finally went out of business. However, the family strength was consumed a lot, and the surrounding families were in danger. In desperation, all the families of the two families joined Buddhist Gate.

This is all a thing for later. After Zhuo Yuan was eliminated, Jin Guangqiang, Quanzhi and Lingzhi called to him.

"What's going on with Zhuo Yuan?" Jin Guang asked, looking at Quan Zhi, whose eyes were red. You must know that Quan Zhi and Zhuo Yuan are like father and son. In this situation, Quan Zhi must be the most worried.

Quan Zhi nodded towards the golden light: "Now that the situation has stabilized, the other disciples will be there to look after you and you can go back in two days?"

Jin Guang shook his head: "Go back, where are you going?"

Quan Zhi and Ling Zhi both had dark faces. Quan Zhi said: "Golden Light Arhat, I, Quan Zhi, am a sinner of Buddhist Gate. None of my disciples can shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing Buddhist Gate."

Jin Guang smiled: "I know what you mean, but Zhuo Yuan is injured and can no longer represent our lineage. But who told you that all the disciples of our lineage have lost?"

Quan Zhi was a little confused. All the disciples were present when Zhuo Yuan competed. If he had not lost the first competition, how could the second written examination come so early. .