Hero Cultivation System

It was past noon, but the sky was already like evening. The gray sky could not penetrate even a ray of sunlight. Dark clouds shrouded the entire Zixiao Palace compound. The rain was very thin, unhurried and slow, but had no intention of stopping. , wrapping everyone and everything in the courtyard in rain and mist. Baidu search: , the fastest update for reading novels

It was supposed to be meal time now. In fact, the Wudang Clan also arranged exquisite vegetarian banquets in various temples. However, both games were extremely delayed, and there was also an hour of breathing time, so there was a series of delays. I came down and waited until the end of noon.

However, although the stomachs of everyone present were already rumbling with hunger, no one wanted to leave first. Since they came without seeing the winner of the League Championship with their own eyes, there was no excuse.

Previously, a dozen young Taoist priests from the Wudang sect had cleaned the entire venue while the two finalists were resting. Now, thirty Taoist priests walked in from outside the gate. They divided into three teams as soon as they entered the gate and stood on both sides. and the crowd at the gate, but they were facing the audience instead of the competition venue. Apparently the Wu-Tang Clan was trying to make up for it and sent people to guard against some people with bad intentions.

While the players were still preparing, Jingle walked around the sidelines. When he walked in front of the two warriors, he was stunned. Then he stopped for an excuse and pretended to patrol the arena with his eyes. In fact, he listened to the exchange between the two. Dialogue:

"I think Liang Gong will definitely win."

"Bah, what's the point of winning? Didn't you hear Nangong Ming say that Liang Gong went to Nanyan Palace last night, and Liang Gong didn't deny it? Go there and have sex the night before the competition."

"you mean……"

"What else does it mean? Liang Gong has been bribed by the Wudang Sect. He will definitely give up after a few feints. Hurry up, the banquet in the Zixiao Palace Taoist Courtyard may still be hot."

"No, I don't think he is that kind of person."

"He's not such a person. As the saying goes, a poor man can practice martial arts and a rich man can practice martial arts. You don't need money and resources to practice martial arts. Look at him, he is alone and has no support from the sect. How can he practice to such a level? If the Wudang sect can give him tens of millions , he must have agreed immediately, believe it or not."

"Well, what you said makes sense."

"It doesn't make sense. A small sect like Zeng Jian of the Five Elements Sect would have given in, let alone Liang Gong."

When Jing Le heard this, he knew that he would not be able to tell the reason further. He hurried away before the two of them found out, but kept smiling bitterly as he walked. Liang Gong went into Nanyan Palace last night, and no one in the Wudang Sect's senior leadership was not interested. It was clear, but if he really had to reach an agreement with someone, the result would be completely opposite to what the two people had expected.

The two Wudang factions have been in dispute for a long time. Whether they should integrate into modern times or preserve traditions is believed to be the biggest issue for every modern martial arts school.

The Wudang Clan finally succumbed to the pressure of thousands of people in the sect to eat, drink and practice, and displayed their thousand-year-old dojo in front of tourists. The former martial arts training ground was converted into a parking lot and hotel, and a ropeway was opened on the road, making it easier for tourists. However, it was a bitter experience for his disciples. A group of Taoists spent most of their time hiding in the buildings in the unopened part of the Taoist temple, or simply ran to the back mountain to hide out of sight. They could only come out and walk after the gate of the palace was closed at sunset.

No one can stand this kind of life for a long time, so the traditionalists have begun to rise again. Jingle considers himself a neutral faction, and now he is also suspicious of the leader's agreement to hold a martial arts conference.

In his heart, he hopes that Jingxuan will win the championship and let Wudang's reputation spread throughout the world, but subconsciously he also hopes that Liang Gong can defeat Jingxuan to prevent the Wudang sect from taking another step forward. It is really a dilemma.

No matter what everyone thought, Liang Gong and Jingxuan finally appeared on the scene under the eyes of everyone.

Jingxuan looked at the older child, who was less than half his age, with a wry smile on his face.

He originally believed that Nangong Ming should advance to the finals, so he did not wait in the courtyard, but returned to the Taoist temple's quiet room to adjust his breath. At that time, he was thinking of ways to deal with Nangong Ming, but he did not expect that his apprentice would come halfway. In the report, Liang Gong actually defeated Nangong Ming, which caught him off guard, and all his preparations were in vain. Although it cannot be said that he played with his eyes covered, it is true that he didn't know much about Liang Gong.

A twenty-year-old young man actually has an innate peak level of cultivation. I don’t know how he cultivated it. Jingxuan has doubts in his heart, but Liang Gong’s cultivation level is still far behind him, and his artistic conception is even worse. , there is no pressure against him Jingxuan.

As for Dao Ji's night meeting with Liang Gong, no matter what the reason is, it is just a child's trick and does not affect the overall situation. It's just that the junior brother Jingzhi who monitored Dao Ji last night has not returned yet, but it has cast a shadow on his heart. Could it be that the junior uncle took action? .

Liang Gong glanced at the young Taoist priest Daoji who was sick and appeared on the platform, and then looked back at Jingxuan, who was walking relaxedly in the field with his hands behind his back. He knew that the other party didn't take him seriously, and he felt overjoyed.

"The game begins."

"Please." The two of them clasped their fists and took a few steps back.

Jingxuan stroked his three locks of beautiful beard and only held the sword in his left hand without pulling it out.

Liang Gong's inconspicuous black single sword was also slung on his back, and he stood with his hands free. He chuckled and said, "Taoist Master Jingxuan, I also have some hidden weapon skills, and I would like to ask the Taoist priest for advice."

"It's okay, please." Jingxuan still faced him with his hands behind his back, looking unconcerned.

Hidden weapons are meant to be used covertly and openly. Liang Gong's purpose is probably the same as Tang Lutian's. He knew he was bound to lose, so it wouldn't be too ugly to show off his skills.

Liang Gong looked at the way he was pretending, and made it clear that he would let him do whatever he did to Tang Lutian again. He couldn't help but snicker in his heart. It's a pity that he didn't say that he would admit defeat as long as his feet moved half an inch. Otherwise, today's There is no doubt about the game.

Tsk, old Niubi, there are more than one hidden weapons that can be attacked head-on. Let me teach you how to behave.

He raised his hands to his chest, and two steel marbles appeared out of thin air in his hands. Suddenly, without any warning, his hands turned into phantoms and popped out, and the sound of piercing the air suddenly sounded.

The sound of "whoosh" broke through the air extremely loudly. The two steel marbles were like bullets in a row. They were extremely fast and extremely powerful. They hit Jingxuan's front door almost at the moment they were shot.

Jingxuan was shocked. He didn't expect that the steel marbles that were common in martial arts would have such power in Liang Gong's hands. He quickly mobilized his inner strength, waved his sleeves with both hands, and wrapped the incoming steel marbles at the bottom of his sleeves to neutralize the force.

When Liang Gong saw that he still didn't draw his sword, and only used his Liuyun Sleeves to neutralize the magic power of his five fingers, he couldn't help but praise him in his heart. In this case, he was not polite.

Standing there, he flicked with both hands, and the steel marbles formed two bullet chains, heading towards Jingxuan. He also continuously switched the yin and yang power into them. The marbles were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, and even With a hint of dark energy.

This move was a result of his sudden inspiration after seeing Tang Lutian's shuttle darts, so he followed the same example. The steel marbles did not require too much infuriating energy, and they were shot with the magic power of the fingers. It was naturally much easier. As long as you could bring enough steel marbles, you could do it. He uses cold weapons as hot weapons, which is perfect for him who has storage space.

"Okay." The audience on the sidelines cheered again. If Tang Lu Tianzhi is a human-shaped heavy machine gun, then Liang Gong's hand is a repeating light machine gun. And I don't know where his steel bullets are hidden. They are endless. Endless, endless.

Jingxuan did not expect that Liang Gong actually had so many steel marbles. His large sleeves were like butterflies piercing flowers, but they were still not enough to push them all away. Moreover, the strength hidden in the marbles was hard or soft, and it was difficult to distinguish. Before long, the Taoist robe His sleeves and hem had been riddled with bullets with different strengths, making it difficult to see anyone. Fortunately, the steel marbles were not powerful enough to penetrate his protective energy, so his life was not in danger.

However, at the very beginning, he was suppressed and beaten, which made Jingxuan, who thought highly of himself, furious. He stopped being polite and pulled out the ancient pine-patterned sword with a clang. With a twist of his wrist, the sword drew an arc in the air. Attracted by the true energy, all the steel marbles turned outward and passed by Jingxuan.

"Old Niubi, let me see if you are still pretending to be a bitch, so you finally drew your sword." Liang Gong laughed teasingly.

Jingxuan was so angry that he couldn't care less about his face. He suddenly raised his sword and turned around in mid-air. He gently avoided the bullet chain and rushed straight down towards Liang Gong.

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