Chapter 247 Nothing more than that

Chapter 247 Nothing more than that

Chapter 247 Nothing more than that
Lingjue's mind was full of question marks.

He looked at Chu Qing who was standing not far away and glancing at him, and then looked at Guan Changying who was standing beside him.

All the question marks in my mind turned into little flies, buzzing around in my head.

I couldn't help but look back at my mentor.

It's like looking at your own guiding light...

Little did he know that at this moment his mentor's head was also buzzing.

But at least he ate vegetarian meals and recited sutras for a few more years.

His cultivation level was far beyond that of a young monk like Lingjue, so he immediately spoke in a deep voice:
"Third Young Master, you are joking. How can a humble disciple like me be your opponent?

"What's more, today I, as a disciple, want to find a master from Tai Heng Sect to learn from..."

"It's just a sparring match, so stop there. Master Lingjue, are you worried about getting hurt?"

Lingjue felt that these words were too familiar to be true, and the boomerang finally returned to him.

Then I heard Chu Qing say:

“As for… the martial arts of the Tai Heng Sect, I have some understanding of them.

“Everyone knows that before Luochen Villa, I had the order of Senior Beichenling to teach me the sword intent of [Seven Absolutes, Seven Turns, Seven Injuries Sword].

“No one in Tai Heng Sect has mastered this martial art so far… I think it will be more inspiring than other martial arts. Today, I will use this sword technique to learn from Master Ling Jue. I hope Master Ling Jue will give me some advice.

"I also want to see the unique skills of the Vajra Sect!"

Guan Changying had brought me the wound earlier, but it was not convenient to leave it in the room, so he happened to be carrying it with him now.

Chu Qing casually drew his sword, and the sharp edge turned, making the eyes cold and causing everyone present to be shocked.

"What a sword!"

Someone couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

“The name of the sword is Shangyin, and it was originally the sword worn by Senior Ling Beichenling.

"Now I have given it to me... I hope Master Lingjue can help me, so that the sword will not return empty-handed!"

Chu Qing held the sword and saluted, his eyes deep.

Lingjue really wanted to turn around and run... Only a fool would fight Chu Qing.

Not to mention that it is hard to find an rival among his peers, it is estimated that there is no one among the older generation who can get any advantage in front of him.

Not to mention myself, even if my mentor took action personally, I am afraid I would fail.

Now this person clearly wants to beat me up, so I have to let the sword return empty-handed... What I mean is that I have to let this sword see blood today?
Therefore, not only did he not take action, he also took two steps back.

Chu Qing frowned slightly:

"You were the one who said we should compete, and you are the one who has not taken any action until now... What do you want to do?

"If you don't take action now, I will!"

"It was my fault!"

Seeing that Chu Qing was really going to take action, Ling Jue immediately said:

"I shouldn't have provoked Senior Brother Guan with words at this time. Please don't take it personally, Third Young Master!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present had strange expressions.

The King Kong Sect came in full force, and Yu Taiheng challenged Guan Changying in front of the gate, clearly wanting to slap him in the face...

But now he got scared.

In fact, if he just faced Chu Qing, he would be timid.

The younger generation of disciples from the two gangs, three halls, five schools and one village were timid in front of Chu Qing. It was understandable and justified for them to be timid.

But the problem is that he was aggressive towards Guan Changying before, but now he is arrogant at first and respectful later, which makes people laugh at him.

After saying this, the first person to speak was not Chu Qing, but Wu Dao:

"Since Lingjue has already known that he was wrong, please do not argue with the younger generation."

Chu Qing smiled dumbly:
"Junior? So, I can now be considered as an equal to Abbot Wudao?"

"Given the Third Young Master's martial arts attainments, it is unworthy for me to be able to be friends with him on the same level as you."

Wu Dao said this in a cold tone, with a sense of resignation.

Chu Qing thought for a moment and said:
"But, I really want to see the unique skills of the Vajra Sect...

"Oh, right, how about this? I have a friend who also has a great sword technique. Since I am too senior to fight against Master Lingjue, Abbot Wudao said that I am bullying the weak. So, let my friend take action, right?"

Hua Jinnian was eager to try.

Wu Dao was stunned:
"Who is this friend of yours?"

Chu Qing handed the wound to Wu Qianhuan.

Hua Jinnian rolled his eyes, retreated quietly, and looked around, afraid that someone would discover that he was eager to try just now.

Wu Qianhuan was stunned and couldn't help but look at Chu Qing.

Chu Qing smiled and said:

"Don't hold back, just beat him up."

Ling Jue saw Chu Qing handing the injury to an unknown woman, and his courage was instantly doubled:

"If that's the case, please ask the donor to help."

Wu Qianhuan thought about it for a while. Although she didn't understand why Chu Qing asked her to take action, she didn't hesitate.

He took the wound and smiled immediately:
"Be careful."

"You can go ahead..."

Lingjue flicked his sleeves, but before he could finish his words, a full moon appeared behind Wu Qianhuan.

The sky is clear and the moon is round!

Ten thousand sharp rays burst out from the full moon...

The unfinished words turned into an exclamation in an instant.

Lingjue turned around and with a shout, a golden light enveloped his entire body.

Faintly visible was the shadow of an arhat, covering three inches around Lingjue's body, just enveloping him.

[Acalanatha]!
This is exactly the magical body-protecting skill of the Vajra Sect.

Ling Jue is a genius for being able to practice [Acalanatha] to such a level at this age.

However, facing Wu Qianhuan's [Moonlight Sword], he had no confidence at all.

The thousands of sharp edges arrived in the blink of an eye, the sword energy was like silk, like rain, like the Yangtze River, like the water of the nine heavens...

Ding ding ding, ding ding ding!!

The sharp edge surged above the phantom of the Arhat, making an extremely violent collision sound.

It even caused the sword's edges to fly everywhere, leaving sword marks all around.

Ling Jue struggled to hold on during this, thinking that Wu Qianhuan was young and had limited internal strength. After he managed to hold on for this move, it would be time to counterattack...

Little did they know that Wu Qianhuan was practicing [Moon-Pointing Mysterious Art] in order to catch up with Chu Qing, and was walking on thin ice throughout the whole process.

But this also made her internal strength advance by leaps and bounds. Although it can't compare to Chu Qing who has cheats, it is definitely not comparable to spiritual perception.

But within a moment, the spiritual sense that was trying to hold on could no longer hold on.

Cracks appeared on the phantom of the Arhat, and in the blink of an eye, they spread all over the phantom. With a loud crash, the phantom was completely shattered, and the figure could not help but fly backwards.

Wu Qianhuan took back the Yuehuaru sword. She couldn't really stab the disciple of the abbot of the Vajra Sect to death. But at the same moment she took back the Yuehuaru sword, she stepped on the ground and her body split into eight.

It is exactly the [Eight Directions] among [The Lone Shadow on the Cold River].

But then I saw these eight figures draw their swords at the same time, and the sword tips split into seven.

There were eight figures, each with seven sword beams, a total of fifty-six swords in front of him. His spiritual sense was still retreating, and his body's center of gravity had not yet stabilized, but he could see everything from the corner of his eyes, dizzy, and had no idea how to avoid it.

And these eight sword shadows covered his body in an instant, leaving him no chance to distinguish.

At this moment, he couldn't help but want to curse.

I thought that this little girl was so young, even if she was good at martial arts, she wouldn't be that good...

The result is good, it opens big right from the start.

He didn't even make a move before being blown away by her sword energy.

Now the person was in mid-air, being strangled by these heavy sword shadows.

This is not a little girl at all, she is an evil star!

If she stabbed him, he would surely die.

He immediately couldn't help but shout out:
"Master... help!!!"

This girl doesn't want to compete with me, she wants to kill me.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant resounded throughout the world, followed by a loud bang, and a palm stretched out from the sedan chair.

A huge golden palm print appeared in the air!

The palm print pushed forward, and in fact fifty-five of Wu Qianhuan's fifty-six swords were just fake moves. Urged by the palm print, seven of the eight figures disappeared, and the final sword touched the palm print.

A full moon rose again behind me and hung high above my head.

With this help, the sword tip leaped forward and actually penetrated the palm shadow, shattering it.

However, the strong wind that was stirred up also allowed Wu Qianhuan to return.

The competition ended here. After all, it was originally a competition with Lingjue, but Wudao took action instead.

The competition was naturally interrupted, and Wu Qianhuan turned back, wanting to end it there.

But he didn't expect to hear Wudao's sneer coming from the sedan chair.

"Great swordsmanship!!"

The moment he finished speaking, a figure suddenly flew out of the sedan chair:

"Take my punch too!"

He had used only 60% of his strength in the previous palm strike because he was aware of his status. He wanted to save Ling Jue, but also to let this young girl know how powerful he was.

But he never expected that this palm would be broken by Wu Qianhuan's sword.

What is his identity?
The abbot of the Vajra Sect and the leader of one of the five major sects.

A palm strike that used 60% of his internal strength was broken by an unknown little girl. If this gets out, how will he face people?
In a moment of rage, he definitely didn't want to let Wu Qianhuan get away easily.

Therefore, the force of this attack has reached 90% and what he used is the Vajra Sect's unique skill [Kasyapa Divine Fist]!
As he thrust his fist, a shadow of Buddha emerged from behind him, and shadows of arms spread out, as densely packed as the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. But at the same time, these countless shadows clenched their fists and gathered strength, drawing power from all directions and pouring it into one fist.

Wu Qianhuan hadn't even settled down when she felt a strong gust of wind sweeping past her, and her body drifted like willow catkins in the wind.

I immediately knew that something was wrong... If I beat the younger one, the older one would want revenge!
With her level of skill, it is difficult for her to take this punch head-on, but she is naturally competitive, and the stronger the opponent, the more it can inspire her fighting spirit.

He just waited for his body to settle down, regrouped, and used the [Moon-Pointing Mysterious Art] to gather all the strength in his body to see if he could break Wudao's punch.

But before her body landed on the ground, a hand had already wrapped around her waist.

Wu Qianhuan was stunned, and couldn't help looking at Chu Qing beside her. Then she remembered that she didn't have to fight alone...

Then Chu Qing sneered:
"The King Kong Sect is so powerful that they dare to attack my people right in front of me!?"

When being polite, Chu Qing likes to call himself a junior.

But whoever really dares to treat him as a junior...then he is making a wrong calculation.

With a turn of his body, Wu Qianhuan was pushed to the other side, and endless cold air was wrapped up like wind and condensed at one point.

The sound of the wind whistled, spreading with Chu Qing's body as the core, but in the next moment, there was a loud bang under his feet, and he stepped on the void and moved in the air.

A frosty fist shadow came out and hit Wudao's fist shadow directly.

The two forces suddenly collided and there was a loud bang.

The enlightened [Kasyapa Divine Fist] was very powerful, but the moment it collided with Chu Qing, the fist shadow shattered directly.

Even the shadow of the Buddha behind him shattered in an instant.

Wudao's face changed, and the next moment, Chu Qing suddenly changed his moves, and a huge fist shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

There was no time for him to think more, Wudao raised his hands to the sky, subconsciously blocking it.

However, the moment his palm collided with the phantom, he felt a surge of extremely cold force flowing along the palm of his hand into his meridians.

His meridians were almost frozen, and the huge force could not be stopped at all, pressing down on him completely.

In an instant, Wudao's mouth and eyes were crooked due to the pressure, and he fell to the ground involuntarily.

boom! ! !
There was a muffled sound, and the whole place shook.

A cloud of dust was stirred up on the ground. Several monks who were closer were blown away on the spot. Several young monks hugged each other and barely resisted the strong wind. They were not blown away, but the petals in the flower basket all flew away.

Even the roof of the sedan was blown away by the strong wind.

All the monks were horrified.

The disciples of Tai Heng Sect held their swords and stood on a high place to watch the fun.

When the dust settled, a fist-shaped pit was seen at the foot of Mount Taiheng.

The pit is not big, but enlightenment lies in it.

But he no longer had the mysterious and secretive look of a high-level monk as before.

I saw that his nose was blue, his face was swollen, his limbs were spread out like a toad, he was lying in the pit, and one of his legs was twitching subconsciously.

Chu Qing held Wu Qianhuan in his arms and dropped from mid-air. After landing on the ground, he asked Wu Qianhuan:
"Were you injured by this monk just now?"

Wu Qianhuan shook her head:
"He can't hurt me while you're here."

"I thought he was just sparring with his disciples, but I never knew that the abbot of the Vajra Sect would be so shameless."

Chu Qing looked coldly into the pit:
"Why don't you get up? You were bullying the weak before, are you planning to just pretend to be dead and hide from the world now?
"If I want to kill you... you won't have a chance to pretend to be dead here."

After he finished speaking, he heard a few whooshing sounds, and several monks surrounded the fist pit. An old monk first said "Amitabha" to Chu Qing:
"Please be patient, benefactor. It was our Vajra Sect that was at fault in today's incident.

"But now our abbot is seriously injured. Please show some mercy and don't kill him."

"Who is this old monk?"

"The behavior of this poor monk."

The old monk put his hands together.

Chu Qing squinted his eyes and glanced at him, sneering:
"If I want to kill someone, I won't allow you to talk nonsense in front of me...

"I have seen the Vajra Sect today. In my opinion... it is nothing special."

(End of this chapter)