Liang Dong picked up a pen in front of the Earth Gate and wrote his name and the sect he came from on the sticker in front of the gate. He sneered and strode into the Earth Gate.
Behind him were his three fellow disciples, who also strode into the mountain gate with their heads held high.
Nan Hua Sect had a total of fifty-seven people, seven of whom were inner disciples while the rest were registered disciples and servants. Guangyuan Sect also had forty-two people, five of whom were inner disciples. When they arrived, there were nearly a hundred of them riding on horses and carriages, looking very aggressive.
However, they were not in a hurry to reach the top. Instead, they sent a few disciples including Liang Dong up the mountain to test the attitude of Qincang School.
If they reached the top without any problems, then the disciples of the two sects would not be polite and completely humiliate the Sect Master. If Liang Dong and the others were blocked, they would be able to detect it in advance and not panic.
After Liang Dong passed through the mountain gate, he saw that both sides were unusually quiet. His gaze followed the mountain path up and it was even more empty. There was not a single person in sight. It was a strong contrast to the scene of disciples from various sects outside the mountain gate. He couldn't help but laugh, "Indeed, an eye for an eye. This time, it is our Guangyuan Sect's turn to humiliate Qincang School. The humiliation we suffered three years ago must be repaid today."
The fellow disciples behind him nodded in agreement.
Liang Dong was even more pleased. He waved his sleeves and said, "Fellow disciples, follow me up the mountain! We will pave the way for Big Brother Wenjun. "
He thought that there was no one here to stop them, so his voice was extremely loud and spread all the way up the mountain path. At this moment, a cold voice came from a big rock not far away. "Are you the senior from Guangyuan Sect?"
Liang Dong was taken aback. He raised his head and saw a man sitting on top of the boulder, looking down at him from high above.
He was unhappy to be looked down at like this. He snorted coldly, "Yes, who are you?"
The person stood up and said in a deep voice, "I am from Qincang School, Zhang Yan."
Liang Dong unconsciously took a step back. As the person's back was facing the sun, he couldn't see the person's face clearly. He squinted his eyes and said, "What do you want?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Nothing else, I'm just inviting you to a duel."
Liang Dong hesitated for a moment before asking, "Do you want to fight with words or martial arts?"
The Literary Battle was like Mo Yuan's sparring in Erosion Runes and Derivations. The Martial Battle was a contest of skills and techniques.
After entering the Essence Building Realm, a cultivator's arms would have the strength of a thousand jin, they would also have the ability to fight with lions and tigers, they would also have the ability to break open stone tablets. The cultivators of the Profound Sect practiced the Profound Way, before they opened their meridians, in order to prevent their body from decaying during the long years of meditation, they would often practice some martial arts to strengthen their muscles and bones.
Although the Xuanwen Dharma Assembly was mainly written, cultivators were not scholars. The cultivators of the upper house fought and killed each other to snatch the treasured land and immortal pills. Therefore, the Dharma Assembly often had a battle technique competition.
However, there were also many disciples who disdained this. The reason was that after opening their meridians, they would be able to learn superior techniques, such as beheading with flying swords and turning soil into steel. A cultivator's strength was mostly reflected in their magic weapons and flying swords. Therefore, physical skills and techniques were only a small matter.
However, they were not disciples of aristocratic families. Not to mention magic weapons and flying swords, even medicinal pills and talismans could not be easily obtained. They could only rely on their own bodies. Therefore, there were still many people who valued their skills and techniques.
Zhang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Either is fine."
Liang Dong's spirit was shaken and he could not wait to continue, "Then let's have a martial battle!"
He was not from an aristocratic family and had almost no achievements in the Erosion Runes Path, so how could he dare to have a Literary Battle? For a nominal disciple like him, if he wanted to stand out in the Dharma Assembly, he could only rely on his skills and techniques to gain fame. Therefore, he did not hesitate to choose a martial battle.
In this aspect, he was quite confident. In order to collect the Five Elements Divine Sand, he would often roam the barren mountains and great swamps, fighting with tigers and wolves. His skills might not be comparable to those of his Senior Martial Brothers who were proficient in this aspect, but it should not be a problem for him to deal with this Yue Cang Sect disciple who he had never heard of before.
However, when Zhang Yan jumped down from the boulder, Liang Dong's confidence was shaken. He exclaimed in his heart, "This Zhang Yan is so tall!"
Zhang Yan was a head taller than the average person just by standing there, but this aura was not to be underestimated.
However, Liang Dong was also a quick-witted and opportunistic person. His eyes turned and, taking advantage of the fact that Zhang Yan had yet to make a move, he punched out without even saying a word, hoping to catch Zhang Yan off guard.
Zhang Yan's senses were keen. When he saw his opponent's toes dip and his shoulders shrug, he knew that his opponent was about to make a move. Moreover, he had already predicted the angle of Liang Dong's punch from where he was pulling back. Without even dodging, he opened his eyes wide and let out a loud roar. Boom! His fist pierced through the air and smashed into his opponent's face first.
Liang Tong hadn't expected that Zhang Yan would suddenly shout, nor that his fist would actually reach him first. His mind couldn't help but tremble, and his fist paused for a moment. With a "bang", Zhang Yan's fist had already heavily smashed into the bridge of his nose, and Liang Tong fell backwards.
When Liang Dong looked at him again, he was already lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, completely unconscious.
Zhang Yan took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood off his fist. His expression did not change at all as he looked up at the remaining three people.
When they saw this, they sucked in a breath of cold air and hesitated to step forward. However, they were unwilling to retreat just like that, so they couldn't help but freeze there.
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "All of you can come at me together."
The few Guangyuan Sect disciples looked at each other and nodded their heads. Fighting as a group was also within the scope of martial arts duels as long as the competing party agreed. Three years ago, when Chen Feng fought against a group of people, if he wasn't willing, no one would put down their pride to gang up on him.
The three of them exchanged a few words and came up with a plan. They split into three directions, left, center and right, and Zhang Yan slowly closed in.
Zhang Yan stood there motionlessly, only looking at the person in front of him, as if he didn't care about the people on the sides.
The person in front of him saw the momentum of Zhang Yan's punch and didn't dare to be careless. According to the plan they had discussed beforehand, he suddenly took a step forward and raised his fist. His plan was to attract Zhang Yan's attention and create an opportunity for his companions on the sides.
Who knew that the moment he moved, Zhang Yan also moved at the same time, taking a step forward and throwing a punch towards his face.
This person was already prepared and tried to block, but he didn't expect to be blocked. Zhang Yan's punch was heavy and powerful, and when he threw the punch, all the strength in his body was concentrated on a single point. He couldn't block it at all, and his arms couldn't help but lose strength. He could only watch as Zhang Yan's fist grew bigger in front of his eyes, and then he heard a muffled sound in his ears. Teeth and blood flew out of his mouth, and his whole body was sent flying.
At this time, the people on the left and right hadn't come over yet when they saw Zhang Yan take down the person in front of them. Their momentum couldn't help but be taken away. Zhang Yan had already used the momentum to turn around, and with a step, he turned from facing two people to facing one person. The person on the left didn't even have time to react before he was hit on the neck by a palm. He staggered a few steps, and with a "putong" sound, he fell to the ground and fainted.
The last person saw that the situation wasn't looking good, and immediately said, "I admit defeat."
Zhang Yan calmly cupped his hands.
That person breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called over a few Taoist children to carry away his fellow apprentices lying on the ground.
Although the injured people looked terrible with blood all over their faces, but Zhang Yan had a sense of propriety, and these cultivators were also very tough. Including Liang Dong, they were only injured but not dead. It was just that they couldn't fight for a short period of time.
Zhang Yan shook his head. In his view, these people's skills were terrible, and they had a body full of strength, but they didn't know how to use it.
In his previous life, because of the lack of guns and ammunition, he could only use simple weapons to fight with mutated beasts, and people couldn't trust each other. Every day there were people dying on the street for a little bit of food and water. Living in that kind of world, you had to be careful even when you were sleeping to see if someone was trying to kill you.
As a member of the upper class of the survivor camp, all his fighting skills were learned through real killing, and he was extremely particular about efficiency. There were no tricks or unnecessary movements, and he only used simple moves to finish the fight in the shortest time possible.
This was the first time he fought after coming to this world, and he felt comfortable all over, and his long-dormant fighting spirit was awakened.
At this time, Ai Zhongwen walked out of the mountain gate, and he couldn't help but look at Zhang Yan a few more times, and praised, "I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhang to also be good at fighting, looks like I was worrying too much."
Zhang Yan shook his head, and said, "Fighting is a small matter, the flying swords of our Xuan Men are the real killing weapons."
Ai Zhongwen nodded, and then he reminded, "Guangyuan Sect is good at talisman books and incantations, I'm afraid they came prepared this time, Senior Brother Zhang must be careful."
Guangyuan Sect's talisman books were very magical, and could suddenly increase a person's fighting power by several times. However, it was not easy to make talismans, and using it on a lower house disciple would be a waste. But after the last spell gathering, they might not do the same this time.
Zhang Yan smiled, and said, "No worries, we'll deal with it when it comes. Besides, there's still Senior Brother to fill in the gaps, what's there to be afraid of? "
Although Ai Zhongwen came from an aristocratic family, he always had a heroic spirit, or else he wouldn't have been so excited by Zhang Yan's words, and come together to stop the disciples of the two sects. After hearing this, he was also excited, and immediately nodded in agreement.
Of course, rather than saying that he believed in Zhang Yan, it would be better to say that he believed in Zhang Yan's background, so he inexplicably had great confidence in Zhang Yan.
But he didn't know that the reason why Zhang Yan chose to stop the disciples of the two sects was definitely not for the glory of the sect, nor was it because of a moment of bravery. He had never been so kind, and he had other plans in mind.
After understanding Chen Feng's experience at the spell gathering three years ago, and knowing that Chen Feng's cultivation level was not much different from his own, he suspected that Chen Feng was using it to train his vitality, so he repeatedly asked Ai Zhongwen about Chen Feng's actions that day, not letting go of even the smallest details.
Ai Zhongwen thought that Zhang Yan admired Chen Feng's demeanor, so he patiently told him everything he knew in detail.
After listening to him, Zhang Yan had a deeper understanding of Chen Feng's actions.
Looking at what Chen Feng did at the Heavenly Gate of Nanhua Sect, he first did not sleep or rest for the first seven days, and he fought non-stop. Then, he was exhausted for the next seven days, and he almost could not hold on. After that, his vitality gradually increased, and he fought bravely. In the last seven days, he was in high spirits, and he was many times better than before.
Looking at the changes in the past month, it could only be described as mysterious.
Moreover, Zhang Yan also noticed that Chen Feng opened his immortal meridians and went to the Upper Academy not long after returning to Azure Parasol Mountain, and he actually leaped over the threshold of "Essence Entering Enlightenment". Therefore, he boldly speculated that Chen Feng must have obtained great benefits in the past month, so his cultivation level rose to another level.
However, Chen Feng had his own path, and it was impossible for him to copy it completely, let alone know the details. However, with the remnant of the jade in hand, he was not afraid of not being able to find the real way to train his vitality. If the first time did not work, he would try again. If the second time did not work, he would try again. If the third time did not work, he would try again. If the third time did not work, he would try again. He would eventually find the real way.
While he waited here, Liang Dong was carried out of the mountain gate. Instantly, the disciples of the various sects who had been sleeping for the past few days became excited, and they felt that a good show was about to begin. Soon, this news reached the ears of the disciples of the two sects who were still at the foot of the mountain, and their originally aggressive momentum was immediately dampened.
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