Chapter 245 Preparation

The Seven Intent Sacred Spirit Skill can only be taught to seven people for simultaneous cultivation. If others want to practice the Sacred Spirit Skill, they can only wait for one of the seven to die and vacate their position.

The cultivation of the Sacred Spirit Skill requires Sacred Writing to establish a foundation and enter the threshold.

But he knew this, and others didn't.

So, he followed Li Changgu, to his heavily guarded secret residence.

Through Xiaonan, he and Li Changgu vaguely established a connection, becoming potential allies.

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Outside Chaoyu, an ancient red and black building stood silently.

A flock of birds circled overhead.

Dark clouds were constantly drawn to the rainy area, passing over this place.

Inside the courtyard.

Teams of young disciples dressed in white robes and black trousers were practicing a rhythmic series of linked palm techniques in formation.

All the disciples moved their feet while striking with their palms, and after sixty-four moves, the footwork cycled, drawing a circle on the ground.

This was the Hongyan Eight Trigrams Palm of the Wild Goose Eight Trigrams School.

The Eight Trigrams formation had been around for a long time, but Chen Ting, the founder of the Wild Goose Eight Trigrams School, improved and integrated it on the basis of the original Eight Trigrams formation, forming the first set of Eight Trigrams Palm.

Using the formation to transform the palm technique, presenting the changes of the Eight Trigrams, based on the study of Yi, Chen Ting, after creating this palm technique, won every battle, step by step using the Eight Trigrams force contained in the palm technique to temper himself, training himself into copper skin and iron bones, striking like a knife, unparalleled in sharpness.

The Wild Goose Eight Trigrams School was founded on this basis.

At this time, deep in the courtyard, in a small separate room.

Zhao Qianrou, whom Li Chengyi had seen in the bar before, was kneeling respectfully on a futon, waiting for the answer from the tall man opposite her.

"Dragon Whiskers School? It should be the one founded by Yulong, who was very active a few years ago, right? Just a new sect, does Shimei (Junior Sister) want me to help you vent your anger? Cripple their contestant?" the man said in a deep voice.

"Just a small test of them will do. After all, the person who found me spoke with great confidence, so he should have real talent." Zhao Qianrou smiled.

"Want to get Shimei (Junior Sister) to join the Dragon Whiskers School? What arrogant words, and he's from Fan City, so he probably hasn't seen much of the world. He cultivated some realm and thinks he's invincible among his peers, unparalleled under the heavens." The man smiled.

"I understand Shimei's (Junior Sister's) intentions. Very well, now that Senior Apprentice Brother is in seclusion breaking through the final realm and cannot be disturbed, it is up to us junior apprentice brothers to fight in the preliminary rounds of the competition. If we encounter that person, giving him a lesson, crippling a few people is a small matter."

"Senior Apprentice Brother is about to step into the final realm?" Zhao Qianrou was shocked when she heard this.

The Wild Goose Eight Trigrams School was the number one fighting style in Yi Country, and also the strongest and most populous.

Among them, the eldest disciple Chen Jiahan, was known as the strongest fighting genius in a century.

He reached the limit of the human body at the age of thirteen and defeated two modified humans with his bare hands.

At the age of seventeen, he cultivated the Wild Goose Eight Trigrams Palm to the seventh level. You must know that the entire Eight Trigrams Palm only has nine levels in total.

Now, at the age of twenty-one, his soft and hard energy are integrated into one, combining strength and softness, turning into Yin and Yang two energies of the Eight Trigrams, with infinite changes between shots and unparalleled power. He has successively won the championship of the Liezhan Competition for two consecutive years.

Now, hearing that Senior Apprentice Brother was about to break through to the ninth level, even Zhao Qianrou was slightly surprised.

The ninth level of the Wild Goose Eight Trigrams Palm, like many other styles, was a legendary, ideal, perfect level.

Like the Dragon Realm of the Dragon Whiskers School, it was similar.

Apart from the founder Chen Ting, no one in the entire Eight Trigrams School had reached that realm in hundreds of years.

"The people from Jiu Yi came once before and had a long secret talk with Senior Apprentice Brother, after which he announced his seclusion to try to break through to the highest realm. Now it seems that this Liezhan Competition may have some trouble. There may be unexpected opponents appearing." The man said in a deep voice.

"Senior Apprentice Brother was able to rely on a special military knife with his bare hands before, and even cope with the assassination of a Flying Instrument.

Now, if he breaks through... I really don't know how strong he will be!?" A trace of longing appeared in Zhao Qianrou's eyes.

"No matter who the opponent is, we are the strongest in pure martial arts competition." The man smiled. "And Senior Apprentice Brother is completely in another dimension compared to other contestants. It is even difficult for them to understand the level at which Senior Apprentice Brother is."

"So, no matter who it is, no matter where he comes from, no matter what cards he has, facing our Eight Trigrams School, there is only one ending."

Zhao Qianrou didn't speak, but the look of longing in her eyes became stronger.

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In the blink of an eye, time flew by, and another week passed.

The annual Ji Wu Lie Zhan (Extreme Martial Fierce Battle) Competition in Yi Country was once again launched at the Chaoyu Central Martial Arts Hall.

This event did not cause too many ripples in the eyes of ordinary people, and seemed no different from other sports events.

But in noble circles, it caused a lot of fluctuations.

In today's weak fighting style, technological hot weapons represent the strongest martial power.

Martial arts, on the other hand, have gradually become supplementary and auxiliary skills.

However, with the rise of the Liezhan Competition, fighting is gradually transforming towards celebrity and sports.

More and more schools of martial arts are beginning to rely on the gambling of large and small aristocratic competitions to maintain their survival.

The event was about to begin.

With the introduction of new rules, many fighting styles that had long been retired had to come out of retirement due to the pressure of the new rules and send disciples to participate in the competition.

Planes from all over the country landed in Chaoyu one after another.

April 14th.

The official registration day for the Liezhan Competition.

Inside Chaoyu International Airport, the old man Yulong dragged his heavy suitcase and walked out of the airport gate with a sigh, to the taxi queue.

Behind him, his daughter Yu Yanxiao wore a black tube top, revealing her fair waist, and a pair of gray tights with dark blue strap shoes, outlining her perfect leg curves. She looked like a sports goddess.

With her good figure and enchanting face, she attracted a lot of peeping from the opposite sex just by following slowly behind.

With her good figure and enchanting face, she attracted a lot of peeping from the opposite sex just by following slowly behind.

Zhuang Yijing on the other side was much simpler, with her long hair tied into a ponytail, a gray sweat-absorbent T-shirt, black trousers and small black shoes, and a bare face. Her eyes were full of expectation.

In terms of appearance, she was inferior to Yu Yanxiao, but in terms of figure, even with this simple outfit, she was hotter than the other party.

"Shifu (Master), who are we waiting for here? Why don't we queue at the taxi point? Look, those who came later have already lined up there." It was Zhuang Yijing's first time in Chaoyu, and she found everything new and interesting.

"It's your Senior Apprentice Brother Li." Yulong said helplessly. Although Li Chengyi had not been officially accepted into his school, it was nothing to call him Senior Apprentice Brother.

"Some time ago, he called me and said that he had taken a disciple and asked if I would allow him to teach the basic techniques of the Dragon Whiskers School. I agreed. He will also let that disciple come and join us this time."

Yulong felt a little tired.

Li Chengyi made it very clear to him that he wanted the newly accepted disciple to participate together.

Just like Zhuang Yijing and Yu Yanxiao, they formed a three-person group. The competition mode of the Liezhan Competition was a three-person elimination system.

Two wins in three battles could advance.

Yulong knew his state. His skills had declined severely, and he did not dare to go on stage.

Although Zhuang Yijing was talented, she was a novice with very little practical experience. Therefore, his arrangement this time was that although she participated, she only needed to barely win and enter the top 100.

Originally, he was thinking about muddling through, and if it didn't work, he would pin his hopes on Li Chengyi.

After all, there was no way. Not entering the top 100 would result in the cancellation of the sect's name. In addition, this guy Li Chengyi was extremely strong and becoming more and more perverted, to the point that he could not understand him at all.

Who would have thought that after hesitating and calling Li Chengyi, this guy would not participate!

He was numb when he received the news.

His only greatest hope was Li Chengyi, but when he arrived in Chaoyu and the registration form was submitted, he suddenly said that he would not participate!?

"Sigh"

Yulong sighed helplessly.

"Excuse me, are you the Dragon Whiskers School team?"

A calm female voice came from the right.

Yulong and the other two turned their heads to look.

In the bustling crowd, a young woman with a height of 1.8 meters, her long hair tied up high, and her eyes as sharp as knives, was looking at the three of them.

The woman had a slender and powerful figure, wearing a simple black tube top and long pants, with a large windbreaker over her.

From the open part of the windbreaker, it could be vaguely seen that her right shoulder was also wrapped with a circle of bandages and gauze, with faint traces of blood oozing out.

"We are, you are...?" Yulong was the first to reply.

"I am Li Chongnan, the teacher asked me to come here to meet the three of you." The woman said coldly.

Yulong blinked, scanned the other person's bulging muscle lines on her arms and thighs, and then looked at her undisguised sharp aura.

That was the residual aura of a large number of actual battles and killings in a short period of time, which had not yet been adjusted.

"Where's your Shifu (Master)?" He couldn't help asking. He, the sect master, was here, but the kid didn't even come to pick him up?

"The teacher has important matters to deal with and cannot come over for the time being, so he arranged for me to pick you up." Li Chongnan said in a deep voice. "Follow me, and you will see him soon."

"Okay"

For some reason, when Yulong spoke to this girl, even though the other person's attitude was very low and she spoke respectfully, there was a sense of inexplicable oppression.

It was like a chicken standing in front of a lion. Even if the other party's attitude was gentle, it would still be frightened.

"Can I call you Xiaonan (Little Nan) Sister? Hello, I am Zhuang Yijing, I should be considered your teacher's Shijie (Senior Apprentice Sister), she is Yu Yanxiao, she is considered our sect's Da Shijie (Eldest Senior Apprentice Sister)." Zhuang Yijing said with a gentle smile on her face, taking the initiative to close the distance.

".Okay." Li Chongnan seemed to realize her own problem, forced a smile, and let the familiar Zhuang Yijing hold her hand.

The two got closer and chatted softly.

With her easing the atmosphere, Yulong and Yu Yanxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Yulong helplessly took out his mobile phone again and called his disciple Li Chengyi.

Beep. Beep.

More than ten kilometers away.

In a dark alley.

A strange figure with a face like a flowing galaxy was holding a strong red-haired man by the neck with one hand, suspending him high in the air.

Beep beep beep.

The phone rang.

The figure crushed the neck bone at will, threw the person aside, skipped over the heavily injured people all over the ground, and walked to an empty place.

Connect the phone.

"Hello? Laoshi (Teacher)?"

"Xiaoyi (Little Yi), you stinky brat didn't come to pick us up, what's the point of your disciple coming?" Yulong's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't I have important things to be busy with?" Li Chengyi chuckled.

"What important thing could be more important than picking us up?"

"The competition is imminent, and I am also preparing for us to win a good ranking in the competition." Li Chengyi said with a smile.

"No amount of preparation is as good as internal practice. The competition starts tomorrow! You brat, come over here quickly!"

"Don't worry, there will be rankings, there will be everything." Li Chengyi hung up the phone before the old man could continue talking nonsense, and then turned it off.

Yes, the competition will start tomorrow...

Li Chongnan had only practiced for a few days. If he wanted her to get a good ranking and obtain internal permissions, it was obviously very difficult and there was no guarantee.

So, what should he do when facing teams that his disciples can't beat?

It's very simple.

If the disciples can't beat them, the Shifu (Master) will take action and kill the opponents first.

As long as all the guys that Li Chongnan can't beat are killed, the competition will naturally be hers.

(End of this chapter)