Chapter 116: Deliberate Provocation

When Su Fan and his knights arrived at the mountain gate of Jingnian Zen Temple, the battle inside had already reached a white-hot state. Liaokong's strength was ultimately a notch weaker than Shi Zhixuan's.

Even if he tried his best, he could not threaten Shi Zhixuan.

Shi Zhixuan's martial arts were too powerful; both the Phantom Demon Movement Technique and the Undying Seal Method could be said to be Grandmaster-level martial arts.

Back then, it was precisely by relying on the Phantom Demon Movement Technique and the Undying Seal Method that he was able to escape from the siege of the Four Holy Monks.

Now that his strength had advanced further and he had broken through to Grandmaster, these two martial arts made his strength increase even more.

The Phantom Demon Movement Technique made him like a ghost, and the Undying Seal Method, by reversing the two energies of life and death, could absorb and transform the enemy's attacks. Unless your attack could break its limit, it was almost impossible to hurt him.

Precisely because of this, Shi Zhixuan could slowly consume him.

It was as if he were teasing someone, relaxed and comfortable.

Bang!

"Let's end it here!"

Seeming to be tired of playing, Shi Zhixuan flicked a finger, unleashing an extremely fierce and overbearing finger force, containing rich True Qi of death.

Pfft!

Master Liaokong's handsome and outstanding face suddenly flushed, and then, in the eyes of the crowd, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. His originally extraordinary demeanor immediately dissipated.

"What?"

The martial arts veterans outside the arena were all shocked. They only saw Shi Zhixuan flick his finger in the void, and an energy force erupted, yet Liaokong didn't dodge or evade, just taking the hit head-on.

"Master Liaokong, why didn't you dodge?"

"Because he couldn't dodge. His energy was firmly suppressed by the Evil King."

"The Evil King has such powerful mental suppression."

An abrupt laugh interrupted everyone's thoughts. A group of knights walked into the mountain gate of Jingnian Zen Temple with their heads held high.

The youth in the lead looked at the Evil King Shi Zhixuan with a smile.

"Eh!"

Hearing this, Shi Zhixuan immediately turned his head to look at the newcomer.

"What strange martial arts. The True Qi in his body is clearly only innate, yet it can threaten me."

"Who are you?"

Shi Zhixuan was very curious. This youth could actually make him feel the threat of death, something even Liaokong couldn't do.

"I am Yuwen Chengji."

Su Fan smiled faintly.

"What? He is Yuwen Chengji?"

"The most talented disciple of the Yuwen family? Is it said that he killed Du Fuwei in one move?"

"That's just a rumor. Being so young, how could he defeat Du Fuwei in one move? Du Fuwei is at least a super-first-class expert. Could it be that he is a Grandmaster?"

Someone clearly didn't believe it; after all, Su Fan looked too young.

"You are Yuwen Chengji."

Shi Zhixuan had clearly heard of Su Fan's name, so he nodded toward Su Fan. No matter how young the other party was, his perception was not wrong.

"Did you come here this time also for the Imperial Jade Seal?"

Although Shi Zhixuan was asking, his tone was certain, because he knew the Yuwen Clan had ambition and would definitely not let go of the treasure that was the Imperial Jade Seal.

"Correct! The Evil King is also here for the Jade Seal."

"It seems that coming here this time will require some effort."

Su Fan said honestly. However, outsiders hearing this immediately felt that Su Fan was extremely arrogant. Requiring some effort—what did that mean? This was looking down on Jingnian Zen Temple.

"Hahaha!"

"Fine! Then let's see who can finally obtain this Imperial Jade Seal."

At this moment, in Shi Zhixuan's eyes, only Su Fan remained. As for the others, even Zhu Yuyan, he didn't take them seriously.

Although Zhu Yuyan had also made a breakthrough, he sensed that the other party's spirit still had flaws. If they really had a great battle, he had an eighty percent chance of finishing her off.

Only this person before him could give him a feeling of danger.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, the Four Holy Monks and the martial monks protected Monk Liaokong on one side, while on the other side, the people of the Yin Kui Sect also walked into the white jade square.

The square of Jingnian Zen Temple was very large, as large as four or five football fields. The group of people was divided into several parties, each warning the others.

As for Shi Zhixuan, he stood alone in a row.

However, soon, several figures came to Shi Zhixuan's side.

The leader was a middle-aged man dressed like a wealthy tycoon.

"An Long!"

"Senior Brother!"

Shi Zhixuan also had people behind him; he was no longer fighting alone. An Long was, after all, one of the Demonic Sect's experts.

Of course, as the number one expert of the evil path, even if he were alone, his momentum would not fall behind any party.

"Old monks, hurry up and hand over the Imperial Jade Seal. How can you, people outside the world, covet this thing?"

"Hurry up and hand the Jade Seal to your grandfather, otherwise I will bring troops to tear down your temple."

Just as the parties in the square were hostile and vigilant toward each other, Pei Yuanqing, who was behind Su Fan, suddenly rode his horse and shouted at Liaokong and the others with an arrogant face.

"Correct! Pei kid is right. You bald donkeys actually dare to occupy the Jade Seal; it is simply rebellious."

"Especially these nuns of Cihang Jingzhai, actually dreaming of subverting the world and selecting the co-lord of the world. Who gave them the courage?"

Kou Zhong, as the Commandant of Wu County, was ostensibly an official of the Great Sui. Of course, he had no loyalty to the Great Sui.

He only wanted to be a Great General.

But no matter which court he was loyal to, in his heart, the imperial court was still sacred, and the Imperial Jade Seal was a symbol of the country. Now it was actually held by a group of monks and nuns.

And the nuns actually wanted to rely on the Jade Seal to select an emperor. Wasn't that a joke?

Emperors were selected? Do you think this is selecting a concubine?

Although Kou Zhong had no intention of being emperor, he wanted to be a Great General. If the emperor could be selected at will, what would happen to him as a Great General?

"Bold!"

Buchi, one of the Four Great Vajras, roared. He had been suppressing his anger because Master Liaokong was injured.

Pei Yuanqing and Kou Zhong kept provoking him, and he could no longer suppress it.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, his palms pushed out, True Qi erupted violently, and energy force shot out.

"Well come! I was waiting for you."

Pei Yuanqing did not show the slightest fear, but instead had a bit of joy on his face, his silver hammers meeting the attack directly.

He provoked deliberately, just waiting for these monks to make a move.

Boom!

The air waves raised by the wind came rolling in, impacting the four directions. The two, one old and one young, both trembled all over. The terrifying power shook them both backward.

Monk Buchi's terrifying palm force was smashed to pieces by Pei Yuanqing's hammer, which also caused the expressions of everyone present to change.

"What a powerful youth."

Monk Buchi was a super-first-class martial artist, cultivating the Vajra Palm force, smashing monuments and cracking stones with ease.

"Haha! Monk, not bad palm force."

"Come again!"

Pei Yuanqing laughed up to the sky, the sound shaking the wilderness. The bronze hall in front of the square buzzed and trembled, and the green leaves of the surrounding trees fell one after another.

After speaking, Pei Yuanqing spurred his horse forward again, his silver hammers dancing, the air vibrating, and shockwaves roared toward Buchi.

Its power was visible to the naked eye.

Pei Yuanqing didn't care; he had already entered the Blood Refining Realm. For him, the True Qi of martial artists was not a great threat.

The energy transformed by blood and Qi after blood refining could directly shatter the True Qi unleashed by martial artists.

Moreover, when physical strength reached a certain level, any sword Qi or blade light could be shattered by force.

Now Pei Yuanqing was using the horse's power to increase his strength, constantly attacking Buchi. After more than a dozen moves, Buchi felt something was wrong.

He originally cultivated external skills, and his body was also very strong, his tendons and bones far exceeding ordinary martial artists.

However, he was ultimately cultivating True Qi martial arts. Compared to Pei Yuanqing, who had been polishing his body, he was still far behind.

His strength was even less advantageous.

Using one's own weaknesses to face the other party's strengths—wasn't this looking for death?

So after more than a dozen moves, Buchi immediately changed his fighting style, starting to move around with his movement techniques.

However, it was not easy for him to get close to Pei Yuanqing.

After all, Pei Yuanqing's silver hammers were long weapons compared to his flesh palms—one inch longer, one inch stronger.

No matter how his movement techniques were, he couldn't get close to Pei Yuanqing. Relying on palm force and True Qi was even less effective. Even if he brought out the dragon-shaped True Qi of the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, it would be scattered by the latter's hammer.

In this way, the two were deadlocked. Buchi chose to move around and not fight Pei Yuanqing, and Pei Yuanqing couldn't hit him either.

"Alright! Yuanqing, come back!"

Su Fan saw this situation and said: "You've done well enough. Being able to fight to a draw with Master Buchi of Jingnian Zen Temple is already not easy."

"Big Brother, I can still fight."

Pei Yuanqing was somewhat unwilling. "This old bald donkey is too cunning, actually not daring to fight me, just constantly fleeing. And he's one of the Four Great Vajras? I think they are the Four Great Rats."

Unable to hit the other party, Pei Yuanqing's mouth was unforgiving, and he started spouting nonsense.

Hearing this, Monk Buchi's face flushed red, even turning purple.

This was out of shame.

Being an old monk of several decades, facing a youth under twenty, and having to rely on moving around to hold on—how could it not be shameful?

"Alright! Don't push your luck. People cultivate True Qi, not like you, only cultivating the body. Fighting you head-on—isn't that looking for a beating?"

"Haha! Pei kid, come back. Let your grandfather show you what a real expert is."

Kou Zhong couldn't help it either, watching Pei Yuanqing display his divine might just now, with the surrounding martial arts people all looking shocked.

He also wanted to show off.

The admiration of the young girls from the Yin Kui Sect made Kou Zhong's heart itch. He also wanted to let those youths show him looks of worship.

"Hmph! Just don't embarrass yourself."

Pei Yuanqing returned unconvinced. In fact, he also knew that he really couldn't take down that old monk.

Although the old monk couldn't take his attacks head-on, the other party's palm force was not to be underestimated.

Every collision made his tiger's mouth numb, and at this moment, it was even cracked. ===== CHAPTER 117 =====