So What If You've Been Reborn?

Chen Ho tossed the lotus lantern in his hand, and jumped onto the ring steadily.

This non-smoky agility, in the eyes of mortals, is an extremely wonderful lightness kung fu, but to monks, it is just another sign of a fellow man.

Everyone in the arena is watching the excitement, they don't care about the outcome, seeing someone challenge a "long time no opponent", a master who is about to win ten games in a row, and the comer is not weak, they are all refreshed at the moment.

Venerable Huanjian squatted on the tree with a smile on his face.

Nan Hongzi entered Taoism with martial arts, and Chen He, who was taught by his apprentice, is of course capable enough to watch.

Although Chen Ho had the ability to cover his eyes, but when he moved his true energy, his aura couldn't be concealed from others.

Jindan late stage——

The monks who watched the excitement became excited.

Among the casual cultivators in the low-level circles of the comprehension world, this is a rare master. At the Nascent Soul stage, he is qualified to start a sect, and there are not many who can still save money to make offerings.

Baishan Academy and Dabaoguo Temple recruit enshrinements every year, which can be called a grand event in the cultivation world.

Without him, there are too many ordinary monks who are stuck in the foundation establishment stage, and there are very few opportunities to see the golden core stage practitioners compete.Although the strength of the monks in the ring is not even scum in the eyes of Venerable Shi Feng Huanjian, they are actually very "close to the people". They lack opportunities, skills, and everything. This is the state of the bottom monks in the cultivation world.

There were thunderous cheers under the arena, but Chen Ho didn't even look at him. He wasn't here to show off, nor was it itchy hands. He really wanted to sharpen his martial arts skills and advance to the Nascent Soul Stage early.

"Fellow Daoist, please!"

The monk who was standing on the ring also bowed his hands solemnly: "Please!"

This man's magic weapon is a sword. Speaking of which, monks love to use swords, even if they are exorcising demons and catching demons, they like to carry mahogany swords.

Chen He was empty-handed——because his brother said, don't win to the end, what's the use of fighting with Kui bow?

The cultivator raised his sleeves, and several pale talismans shone with light. At first glance, it looked like swords glowing, and won the applause of the unknown people.

"This sword is tempered by Geng Jin, and it is extremely sharp. Fellow Daoists, be careful."

Because of this reminder, Chen He felt a good impression, and signaled to the other party to do whatever he wanted.

They don't care, those idlers who watched the excitement quit.

"Without weapons, victory is impossible!"

The two of them turned a deaf ear to the yelling from the audience, and Chen He didn't look at the monk's appearance. On such an occasion, everyone used blindfolds, seeing is not seeing, and even the expressions and eyes were not accurate.

With a flash of the sword's light, the whole row of lotus lanterns hanging up and down behind Chen He were cut off in unison.

The skeleton of the lantern fell to the ground, but none of the lamps were lit. It turned out that the fractures were all at the wick, and the flames went out instantly.

It is easy for the Dharma sword to extinguish ordinary fires, but the Dharma sword tempered by Gengjin can cut off many open flames in an instant without the slightest error. You can see the character of this person at a glance.I'm afraid it's that unrestrained, unrestrained casual cultivator who goes his own way.

The monks all stared blankly, they were watching the doorway, and those who watched the excitement could only slap their hands and shout.

Shi Feng nodded slightly, apparently he didn't expect the monk on the ring to be so capable.

Venerable Huanjian paused holding the camellia oleifera bowl, his eyes rolled around: Good seedling, not bad, but why does it belong to the Zheng family!

Chen He didn't care that the other party made such a move.

In the fragments of the small world, there are many beasts that can breathe fire, ice and poisonous mist.The most bizarre thing is that the nostrils spray water, and the four hooves step on the flames. What kind of thing is mutual generation and restraint.Anyway, if you encounter the same desperate person, don't mind him!

Turning around to avoid it, the true essence was released along the palm of the hand, and the sharp sound pierced the air. At the same time, the left palm drew a half circle, and the spiritual energy gathered into a vortex.

"what?"

The monk was quite surprised, he also protected his body with invisible true energy, and kept his body low to avoid the palm that struck his face.

However, the attack was not over yet, Chen He took a step forward, the real power of the "Hunyuan Palm" was only now coming, the aura shock affected the body's true essence, the opponent was caught off guard, and retreated dozens of steps one after another.

Seeing the edge of the ring, he stepped on the air and was about to fall.

The cultivator surged to the soles of his feet, and jumped back lightly.

"Daoyou is skilled, I don't know what sect he comes from?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it's a small sect with only two people." Chen He said casually.

This is true.

After making a nonchalant greeting, the man simply broke through the invisible vortex with six swords in unison.

Knowing how to marvel at Chen Ho's opponent, who has excellent eyesight and is very decisive, but he opened his mouth wide open to watch the excitement, and appreciate the "sword energy" that only appeared in storytellers.

There are as many spells in the world as there are stars in the sky. After all, the essence is nothing more than the flow of true energy. If that point is broken, it will be done.

The Beixuan faction is simply cheating in this respect, you don't need to look at it, you just need to feel it with your body - practicing kung fu on weekdays, all [-] orifices and acupuncture points in your body are opened, and you are extremely sensitive to the true energy.

Chen Ho had never fought against a monk who used weapons.

Even though he met a guy who tempered the magic weapon well when he came up, he was not in a hurry, he tried slowly with each move, the sword came to divert him, and he took advantage of the gap to fight back.

For a while, the two seemed to be evenly matched, and the fight was lively.

At first, people applauded the sword-wielding monk, because he was so good at fighting. Slowly, even the spectators figured out some tricks.

Because Chen He did it too obviously, as long as the opponent repeats, he will rush forward unceremoniously, and fight with tricky angles, forcing people to change their ways to block.

Low-level cultivators often either learn thaumaturgy because they don't have good skills, or use the boxing and palming techniques of ordinary people to save face.

In the ring next door, a monk kicked twelve times in a row, tossing his opponent down.

Compared with this entertaining kick, Chen He has learned a lot, and it was Nan Hongzi's killing skills without fancy when he was a side defender.

At that time, there were many wars on the frontier, and some weapons were rusted, and it often didn't take long to go into battle.It depends on whether you can take down the enemy's weapon and continue to fight. The more flexible your figure, the better. If you are riding a horse, you must have a more stable foot. If you can kill with one blow, you will never make a second move.

The more Chen Ho fought, the smoother he got. Who made his opponents in the previous 40 years not human!

The sword-wielding cultivator was under increasing pressure, and what made him feel particularly bad was that in Chen Ho's true essence, there was a faint violent aura of flames—either the kung fu method was a fire attribute, or it was a magic weapon of the fire attribute——Huo Ke Jin, Even if you are not afraid, Geng Jinjian will always be more difficult than other types of exercises when encountering fire attribute exercises.

I can only fight with the ability to press the bottom of the box. Fortunately, I have rich experience, and I have successfully avoided several dangers.

Chen He didn't get nothing, he almost figured out all the ways of the opponent's weapon.

If he has been serious and serious for 40 years, no matter how much experience he has, it will be difficult to see and squeeze out the opponent's ability in a short period of time, let alone such a relaxed and unhurried attitude.

After many years of fighting, there are countless ferocious beasts in the ancient desolation, and there is no chance of regret between life and death.

Seeing Chen He like this, Shi Feng let go of even the slightest worry.

He was relieved at first, then frowned, very heartbroken.

"Stop...stop!" The cultivator was a little embarrassed, and more frustrated. To be honest, it was really unlucky to meet an opponent like Chen He.

Chen He naturally didn't listen to him.

Glancing quietly around, the other arenas were no longer playing.

"..."

The monks watched with great interest, while those people from the Jianghu who didn't know the truth and just joined in the fun were already sweating profusely.

Including the big man who met Chen He when he was buying lanterns, they all put the lanterns in their hands beside the ring at this moment - don't be ashamed to go up, the level difference between them and the top masters is too much!

"Poor thing." Venerable Huanjian kept shaking his head in regret.

The sword-wielding monk is actually quite skilled, adaptable, and even the best of his peers, but he met Chen Ho.

Neither Shi Feng nor Venerable Huanjian knew that by the window of a certain restaurant on the street, there was a young man dressed in a brocade robe and dressed as a scribe, with a gloomy expression on his face, staring at the ring, trembling slightly.

This person is not Ji Hong, not even a monk.

The people who drank at the same table with him were attracted by this dazzling competition, but no one noticed that he was wrong.

"No, it can't be...it won't be him."

"Brother Zhong, what did you say?"

The literati surnamed Zhong coughed in disguise, and said in a hoarse voice, "There is such a martial art in the world, I don't know where it is from."

"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed.

Seeing that everyone was fascinated, the scribe couldn't help but squeeze his wine glass tightly.

The competition in the ring is still going on.

Even Chen Ho was a bit impatient, not because he wanted to win, but because of his posture, if he won, if no one continued to challenge him, would he just stand on the ring foolishly?

The monk of Dabaoguo Temple, shouldn't he directly announce that he is the one to enshrine?

Chen He glanced at the crowd quietly while taking advantage of the shift, and sure enough, he caught a glimpse of three or five monks in cassocks, with palms folded and eyes shining.

He shivered, and almost cast Shi Feng's help-seeking eyes.

—Brother, it’s not my fault, I only hit one!Didn't win all the time at all!

Chen Ho slowed down his attack and messed up his steps. The opponent managed to seize the opportunity, and immediately swung his sword forward. The light of the sword poured out like mercury, concealing the sharp aura. Dozens of moves.

Inadvertently, several traces were left on the ground of the ring.

Chen He controlled the tempo and prepared to lose in a reasonable way—this sword-wielding monk is not bad, Chen He wanted to thank him, so naturally he wouldn't do that kind of thing, so he jumped into the ring, "Come and beat you, and leave after beating you!" , the one who wins is you" This kind of hurtful drama.

The accident happened suddenly.

The real energy in Chen He's body was flowing, and he played freely, but he woke up Shi Zhonghuo, who had been sleeping in his dantian leaning on the golden elixir due to too much effort in breaking the boundary.

The fireball slid away, and the natural and terrifying breath of Samadhi True Fire gushed out along Chen He's orifice.

Before seeing Huo Zi, the fiery air had already disturbed the momentum of the two people's confrontation.

The unlucky monk had a serious look on his face, apparently thinking that Chen Ho was about to use his taboo fire-attribute magic weapon.

Chen He couldn't laugh or cry, he couldn't stop holding his hand, and he tried his best to appease the restless Shi Zhonghuo.

"Chirp."

"..." The sword-wielding monk looked around in amazement, what a strange sound it was.

Chen He almost gritted his teeth: This fireball doesn't sleep when it's supposed to, what kind of mess is it making?

Shi Zhonghuo was not happy anymore, he broke free, and a circle of flames emerged from Chen He's back, followed by a deep breath, all the candle flames were separated from the wax wick in the lantern in an instant.

Chen Ho was shocked, this fireball was about to swallow all the fire around it, chew it like a snack.

With a cold snort, he forcibly suppressed it.

The fireball tweeted unwillingly all the way, and was beaten back to the dantian abruptly.

It was too late, it was so fast, the onlookers didn't even see the fire behind Chen He, they saw the sword lights on the ring, full of power, suddenly all the lanterns shook together, people rubbed their eyes, and found some lanterns above the candles It burned up.

"It's not good, put it out quickly, don't go into the water!"

During the Lantern Festival on the first lunar month, Jing Zhaoyin had already prepared for the fire, and people didn't care about the pity of the lanterns. They just threw them on the ground, and they were extinguished with a few bold feet.

The lotus lanterns that Chen He raised around the arena had long since been scratched, and the rest were on fire. The monks of Dabaoguo Temple were busy pouring water to put out the fire. The sword-wielding monk (who saw the whole process) waved his hand and immediately jumped off the ring.

Those who still stared at Chen He with divine thoughts felt their eyes go black for a moment, as if they were hit by something, and they were terrified. They guessed that Chen He had such a remarkable background, that he could do something like this, and that he was so isolated from his spiritual thoughts. A magic weapon, or an elder who protects him.

Chen Ho ran up to Shi Feng, the two of them didn't speak, and took advantage of the chaos to leave in a tacit understanding.

The scribe in the restaurant slumped on his chair. With his eyesight, it was of course impossible to find someone in the chaos.He didn't bother with that either, he just kept murmuring: "It's him, it's really him."

People in the restaurant stretched their heads to look around, worried that the fire would spread.

Fortunately, there are not too many places where the fire started, and most of the crowds were monks and people from the rivers and lakes, so the fire was quickly extinguished. Fires are lit during the Lantern Festival every year. Every street and every store has a large tank of water. Also sprinkle with salt to prevent freezing.

Scholar surnamed Zhong was in a trance, when someone bumped into him, he suddenly felt a ball of paper was stuffed into his hand.

He pinched it subconsciously, and managed to regain his senses to unfold it, his face turned white again.

"Your secret, I know everything. If you want to kill Chen He, follow my orders."