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"Bang bang bang bang bang" Zhang Chen punched Chen five times in a row and sent Chen up into the air. He also lifted up his energy and knelt down, pressing Chen to the ground.

"boom"

"boom"

There were two loud noises, and one was that a large circular pit opened in the center of the Jiazi martial arts arena. The body of King Ming Ming Liuli was broken, and the fire of King Ming Ming Liuli was extinguished. He lay unconscious in the pit with Zhang Chen's knees Kneeling on Chen's chest and abdomen, the flesh and blood on his hands, elbows, knees, calves, cheeks and other places were withered, revealing the shining white bones.

The other sound came from the head of Kunlun standing in front of Abbot Yukong, resisting his palm and stopping his attempt to interfere in the competition on the field. The Taoist monks outside the venue and the Buddhist monks on the lotus seat also heard the sound and started to confront each other involuntarily.

"I just want to separate them. If we continue to fight like this, it will definitely affect the Dragon Gate Trial three days later." Yukong explained; "Our Buddhist sect admits defeat at this point. Can Zhang Chen, the little benefactor, stop?"

"Yes, he can't die. He just broke a few ribs and pierced his heart and lungs. With the Buddhist Great Return Pill, he will definitely recover in these two days. We will fight again in three days." Zhang Chen grinned, but half of his face was a The skeleton looked horrified. After speaking, he circulated his energy, and his body slowly floated in a strange semi-inclined posture. His two calves could only hang strangely under him because their tendons had been burnt by the glass fire when he knelt down just now. "Ha, the meat on the left and right halves is not burned the same amount, and the balance can't be maintained."

Elder Kunlun was already waiting on the sidelines. After admitting defeat with Kong, he immediately opened the ban on the martial arts stage. The teachers on both sides rushed into the arena to check on their disciples. Over there, Liao Chen was sent directly to the lotus platform for treatment. Here, Elder Gu Zhu pulled Zhang Chen and immediately flew to the monastery.

"Hermione, don't cry. I'm fine. Old man, remember to take my relics." Zhang Chen's broken gong voice, mixed in Chinese and English, echoed over the martial arts field, marking the foundation for this young Buddhist and Taoist sect to build a foundation for the monks. The historic competition comes to an end.

There was silence among the spectators for a moment, and suddenly the noise became louder and louder.

"Awesome" Ji Ran, the little swordsman from Luofu Mountain who is the best at swordsmanship among the nine disciples of the Taoist sect, said cold words between his teeth and walked away with his sword without looking back.

"Same as above." Hua Yulong, another young Taoist priest of the Wudang sect who was good at swordsmanship, was told what he wanted to say before Ji Ran said it. He murmured these two words for a long time, then turned around and walked away with his sword. The remaining few look at me and you with somewhat moved expressions.

"Before, my father was a little prejudiced against him when he saw him arranging other people's choreography, but now he is convinced. Humph, I can't beat this kind of pervert anyway. Do you like to fight with this son of fate?" The little princess of Tianya Haige glanced at Long The three people from Hushan, Maoshan and Gezaoshan had half-hearted smiles on their faces.

"You have to give it a try, otherwise you won't give in." Shi Chongming, the little mage of Gezaoshan, had firm eyes.

"I won't be stupid enough to fight him physically." Maoshan little zombie Li Renyu's words seemed a bit harsh. With the restriction of foreign objects, he actually had nothing else to fight with except his physical body.

"It depends on whether his physical body is strong or my lightning skills are sharp." Little Heavenly Master Zhang Xuanling has an extraordinary bearing, and he still maintains considerable confidence at this time.

Several people of the same age said a few words and then dispersed. This competition deeply touched everyone. In the past three days, they had to think carefully about how to deal with Zhang Chen, a lunatic who was not afraid of pain.

At the VIP table, Abbot Yukong took out the relic promised before the competition and handed it to the head of Kunlun. There was no trace of emotion on his skinny face: "Congratulations to Kunlun for winning such a good disciple. We are convinced that we lost."

"Don't dare, don't dare, you just got lucky." After saying that, he smiled and put the golden relic into his arms.

"Don't be modest, little old man. The Eight-nine Mysterious Skills are indeed miraculous, but Zhang Chen's bloody bravery is even more rare. It is very rare for a cultivator to have such a bloody spirit. I'm afraid there will be another one who will explain the teaching in a few hundred years." Erlang shows his true sage."

"This type of general is the most suitable for me in Wudang. When I go to the upper world, I can join the army of Emperor Zhenwu to slay demons. Wouldn't it be great?"

"What's the difference between your hand and my Western teaching? It's better not to learn from it." Zhang Chen took Chen lightly, which greatly reduced the pressure on the senior leaders of the Taoist sect. Several old friends even joked with each other.

"After fighting against the legendary Buddha Maitreya who came to the world, he still has his trump card. It seems that the overall situation of this Dragon Gate trial is decided." From the corner, a long sigh came from the Dragon Gate Sect's Ding Yanshui, "Fortunately, I was born more than a hundred years ago, otherwise it would be despairing to think about being in the same era as such a monster."

"It's not like he didn't reveal any of his trump cards. During the fight with Liao Chen, Zhang Chen's injuries gradually worsened, but in the end, except for the parts burned by the glazed pure fire, the other injuries were almost healed. This kind of The ability to recover cannot be explained by the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills." There was an attentive leader at the table who had already noticed Zhang Chen's strangeness.

"So what if you can see it? This kind of physical strength and recovery ability is completely unsolvable without the use of external objects."

"It's over, let's go home and think of some countermeasures, hahaha"

The Taoist side was laughing and talking, but the Buddhist side seemed a little solemn. After emergency rescue, Liao Chen's injuries were under control and his consciousness gradually regained consciousness.

"Buddha, how do you feel?" A middle-aged monk wearing the same monk's robes as Liao Chen half-knelt in front of him and asked in a low voice.

"I'm fine. The person who deserves the disaster is indeed extraordinary. I lost unjustly. It's a pity that I couldn't find out his trump card." The angry look on the little fat monk's face had long disappeared at this time, and he looked like he was smiling. Maitreya Buddha appears in the temple.

"Buddha, don't worry, you haven't tried your best, right?" the monks comforted.

"It's not that I don't want to try my best. I don't have the chance to try my best in this match. I really didn't expect that he could defeat me even though he was carrying Liuli Jinghuo. I'm really unwilling to do so."

"Since we know that his eight-nine mystical skills are extraordinary in defense and recovery, we directly crushed him with powerful Tao techniques during the Longmen test, allowing him to take advantage of not being able to fight for a long time."

"Don't worry, I have a countermeasure in mind." After Liao Chen said this, he took the Great Return Pill and fell asleep.

Let's talk about it again. Elder Gu carried Zhang Chen and flew back to the monastery. He took out a one-turn golden elixir and two healing elixirs and fed them into Zhang Chen's mouth. He helped him put his five hearts in the sky and started healing.

After a while, Liu Tong walked in with two antique wooden boxes. After saluting the ancient elder, he handed the wooden boxes and said: "Elder, one is the healing holy medicine sent by Taiqing Temple, and the other is the Buddhist gift." The relic, the headmaster asked you to look at the arrangements."

Before Elder Gu could say anything, Zhang Chen spoke first: "Keep the healing one for me. It will be used to save lives in the future. Master Renjiao's elixir cannot be wasted."

"Take it easy, the Phoenix bloodline's recovery ability is not unlimited, it always consumes the source." Elder Gu did not express any negative opinions after hearing this.

"I know, the golden elixir will be enough to make up for this injury this time. The old relic monk said that the foundation period can at least improve one level of cultivation. So should I wait until I reach the ninth level before taking it?" Zhang Chen is definitely more concerned about the relics that can improve his cultivation.

The ancient elder took the wooden box containing the relics, opened it, looked at it, and said, "It's not necessary. It contains the cultivation of a three-turn eminent monk for one lifetime. What's rare is the immortal body of the Ming King cultivated by this eminent monk. The relics are inside It contains a trace of immortality and will be very helpful to you. The sooner you eat it, the better.”

"Then I'll eat it now." Zhang Chen couldn't wait to reach out and take the relic.

With a sound of "Dang", Elder Gu lost his mind and knocked Zhang Chen hard, "Are you stupid? Now that you have taken the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills, you will at least rise to the seventh level immediately. How can you control the Dragon Gate test three days later?" You think the higher the cultivation level, the more powerful it is. This is a conspiracy. You can eat it after the Dragon Gate test. I will keep the relic for you first."

"Damn, luckily you have experience and almost fell into their trap." Zhang Chen spat hard and continued to meditate to recover.