Chapter 189

After Zhang Chengyue walked away, Zhang Xiaohua turned around and saluted the little monk in snow-white clothes. "I'm Zhang Xiaohua from Huan Xi Mountain Villa. Please enlighten me."

The little monk also put his palms together and said, "I'm Yuan from the Law Enforcement Hall of the Dalin Temple. Please enlighten me."

Zhang Xiaohua saw that her opponent had also finished saluting. She crossed her fists and was about to attack with the Big Dipper Magical Fist when she heard Na Liao say, "Please wait."

Zhang Xiaohua was stunned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Na Liao asked, "Aren't you a disciple of the Misty School?"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded and said, "Yes.

How do you know? "

Na Liao smiled and said, "I heard what you said to Senior Brother Zhang just now. And didn't you introduce yourself as Huan Xi Mountain Villa?"

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly realized that she really didn't pay attention to these details.

Then Na Liao asked again, "Since you're not a disciple of the Misty School, how are you qualified to participate in the Martial Arts Exhibition?"

Zhang Xiaohua blinked and said mysteriously, "This is a matter between our Huan Xi Mountain Villa and the Misty School. It's confidential. Please forgive me for not being able to answer."

Na Liao seemed to be endless and asked again, "Just now Shishu Zhang asked you if you had the confidence to defeat me. Why did you say that you only had the confidence to draw?"

Zhang Xiaohua said angrily, "You little monk are so unreasonable. What I say to others is my privacy. You eavesdropped without my permission. Isn't that an invasion of my privacy?

Even now, you're still curious about the reason. Do you want to compete or not? Look at the other rings, they're already fighting. "

Na Liao said kindly, "Know yourself and know your enemy.

I also know your situation. Later, I'll tell you about me. What do you think? "

Zhang Xiaohua shook her head and said, "I'm not interested."

Na Liao said, "My information is a secret. Do you want to hear it?"

Hearing the word "secret," Zhang Xiaohua's eyes lit up. She said, "Well, you have to tell me your secret after that."

Yuan nodded in agreement.

Zhang Xiaohua said, "Because I participated in the Martial Arts Exhibition and competed in twelve matches. Ten of them ended in a draw, so I said that I was very confident in a draw.

Do you understand? "

Hearing this, Yuan Liao rolled his eyes and casually asked, "Then how did you enter the third stage with such poor results?"

Zhang Xiaohua didn't care and said, "I was the worst one to enter the second round. My number was 705, and I was the last one to enter the third round. It was all due to luck that I got a bye. Do you know that?"

Yuan pursed his lips and said, "I understand.

Oh right, let me ask you one last question. "

Zhang Xiaohua was extremely anxious, and said, "Are you done yet? Do you really not want to compete?"

Yuan Liao smiled and said, "This is the last question. You only need to answer yes or no."

Zhang Xiaohua frowned and said, "It's really the last question."

Yuan Liao asked, "Do you not know Qinggong?"

Zhang Xiaohua's face turned red. She could actually use the Levitation Technique last time, but it was still very immature. If she said no now, it would be a bit far-fetched.

Zhang Xiaohua could only nod and say, "Yes."

Then, she quickly changed the topic and asked, "Tell me your secret."

Na Liao smiled mysteriously and said, "My secret is very simple. Don't look at me coming to the fifth arena. My martial arts is the highest among the three."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua laughed and naturally looked at the other arenas that were in the midst of fighting. She said, "I don't believe it.

You don't know me. "

Na Liao did not correct her, and only said, "Since you don't believe it, then fine. Number 705 Zhang Xiaohua, take this move of mine!"

After that, he immediately floated up. His figure was like a wisp of smoke, and immediately arrived in front of Zhang Xiaohua. His figure left a few blurry afterimages in the air. His Qinggong was actually extremely brilliant.

Zhang Xiaohua secretly knew that it was not good. She said, "You little monk, you actually cheated!"

As soon as her words fell, Yuan Liao had already closed in. His hands were like playing a pipa. He waved his fingers and pointed at all the acupoints on Zhang Xiaohua's body. In just one move, he had sealed 81 major acupoints on Zhang Xiaohua's body. Then, Yuan Liao's figure flashed, and he appeared behind Zhang Xiaohua. He stood tall with his hands behind his back, and looked at the crowded heads under the arena with a lonely face.

At that time, the bald little monk Yuan Liao, wearing clothes whiter than snow, floated at the edge of the arena. The only thing missing was a swaying fan, and it would be even more perfect. His charm was comparable to that of a talented scholar. He was simply the legendary jade tree facing the wind.

In fact, one could not help but say that Yuan Liao was showing off. He had the ability to show off. Not to mention how divine his body was, just this exquisite technique of sealing acupoints was something that few of the Misty School's commoners could compare to.

As everyone knew, the technique of sealing acupoints required internal energy to be injected into the body's acupoints in order to produce an effect. If one could condense their internal energy into the size of a needle, without ten years of hard practice, it was simply impossible to achieve.

In the Misty School, only the commoner fourth rank disciples, whose internal energy cultivation had reached a certain level, would pass the internal energy assessment and be taught according to the circumstances.

This was also the reason why Zhang Xiaohua had never encountered an acupoint sealing technique in the commoner first rank competition.

The Ethereal Sect also had some talented disciples who were able to reach the standard of the acupoint sealing technique when they were at the third rank of commoner clothes. However, those who were as proficient as Yuan Liao and had such deep inner strength were hard to find. Only the fourth rank of commoner clothes could compare to him.

Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to say that Yuan Liao was the most powerful of the three.

It was no wonder that he stood to the side, allowing the wind to blow at his monk robe. His face was filled with loneliness. Geniuses were lonely.

Just as Yuan Liao was standing at the edge of the arena in satisfaction, freely showing off his naked body, he felt the increasingly amazed gazes of the Misty School disciples below the arena. He also felt the increasingly quiet atmosphere around the fifth arena. He enjoyed it very much. He thought to himself, "What a bunch of country bumpkins. Have they never been geniuses before?"

Sigh, what kind of realm was this? What kind of subduing was this? Wasn't this the realm that Elder Changgeng wanted him to reach?

However, Yuan Liao, who was intoxicated in his self-satisfaction, suddenly discovered a trace of disharmony. Yuan Liao discovered that the increasingly astonished gazes of the crowd below the stage weren't focused on him, but had instead bypassed him and concentrated behind him. Suddenly, he felt a trace of unease. Just as he was about to turn around to take a look, he heard a loud shout from behind him, "Get down!"

Following that, he felt a huge force coming from his buttocks. He felt a foot kick his buttocks, kicking him straight out of the arena. Yuan Liao cursed inwardly and immediately wanted to get into a horse stance to stabilize his body. However, the strength of the kick on his buttocks was too great. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand still.

In an instant, his figure had already fallen outside the arena.

However, at this moment, the little monk, Yuan Liao, used the tip of his right foot to tap the instep of his left foot. The inner strength in his dantian expanded and his entire body rose up. With a somersault, he landed on the arena. The disciples below the arena could not help but exclaim in unison.

However, before he could land on the arena, he saw a small fist suddenly appear in front of him, smashing towards his face. Yuan Liao sneered. He raised his palm and was about to place it on the fist, preparing to use the force to leap back onto the arena. However, just as he was about to place his palm on the fist, the fist retracted and another fist struck towards his face. At this moment, Yuan Liao's old strength had dissipated and his new strength had yet to be generated. The circulation of his inner strength had also stagnated. His figure stopped there. If he wanted to return to the arena, he could only place his hand on the fist. Yuan Liao made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and stretched out another hand towards the fist.

This time, the fist did not retract. It was still straight as it struck towards Yuan Liao's palm. Yuan Liao snickered in his heart. If his palm were to meet this fist, even if he could not return to the arena, he would still pull him down. It was hard to say who would win or lose.

However, when the fist and palm met, an even greater force than before immediately struck Yuan Liao down. Normally, if Yuan Liao's inner strength was endless or if he was standing on flat ground, Yuan Liao had hundreds and thousands of ways to dodge. However, at this moment, his new strength had yet to be generated. His inner strength had stagnated and his figure was still in midair. How could there be any other outcome?

Yuan Liao's white figure was helplessly struck down to the ground.

The disciples below arena number five were baffled by what they were seeing. The two of them on this arena were muttering something to each other. The battles in the other arenas had been going on for a long time, but they had yet to start. Furthermore, as the two of them were chatting, this number two hundred and fifty from Ethereal Sect was looking at the other arenas. Just as he was distracted, the little monk in white executed his acupoint sealing technique and sealed all thirty-six acupoints of his opponent. The disciples who were watching were shocked. What kind of genius was this? To be able to seal acupoints at such a young age.

However, what shocked them was yet to come. The young monk who could strike acupoints stood naked at the edge of the arena. As for Number 705, who had his acupoints struck, he looked left and right as though nothing had happened. He looked up and down and scratched his head. Then, he looked at the young monk who was standing at the edge of the arena. It was unknown what had happened to make the young monk give up his attack and take the initiative to stand at the edge of the arena.

Facing the astonished gazes of the disciples below the arena, Number 705 shrugged his shoulders and made a face. Then, with a loud shout, he kicked the young monk out of the arena with the "Wild Goose Landing on Sand Style"!

When the young monk in white landed helplessly on the ground, the disciples beneath Arena No. 0 could not believe their eyes. Was this a competition or an act?

However, the young monk from the Dalin Temple had indeed landed on the ground. In other words, Number 705, who was rumored to be the weakest in Arena No. 0, was the first to kick the monk from the Dalin Temple out of the arena!

What kind of realm was this?!

The disciples beneath Arena No. 0 were stunned for a moment. Then, they no longer cared about the sect rules and their reputation as they cheered thunderously.

The thunderous cheers actually affected the competition in the other four arenas. Everyone was distracted. Even Tang Shi, who had been at a disadvantage in Arena No. 6, was inspired by the familiar cheers. He actually gained the upper hand in one fell swoop. The more he fought, the braver he became. In the end, he finally forced his opponent out of the arena and obtained his second victory.

In the other two arenas, the contestants from the Misty School were not in the mood to accept the challenge. They all passed the challenge.

Only the contestant from Arena No. 9 was indeed much weaker than the young monk from the Dalin Temple. That was why he failed his challenge.

The Misty School's achievement was beyond everyone's expectations.

As soon as Zhang Xiaohua climbed onto the arena, Ou Peng and Monk Chang Geng had already noticed the commotion in Arena No. 0.

Monk Chang Geng did not need to be mentioned. That Yuan Liao was his trump card, so it was definitely the focus of his attention. As for Ou Peng, he felt that Monk Chang Geng was especially looking at Arena No. 0. Whatever the enemy desired was also his own desire.

Since you're paying attention to the fifth arena, I naturally have to pay more attention to the fifth arena. Just the fact that the challenger of the fifth arena had not jumped onto the arena for a long time already made Ou Peng very angry. How could he not take a few more glances?

Ou Peng even wondered if it was because the last ranked disciple did not dare to accept the challenge due to stage fright.

However, when Zhang Xiaohua agilely climbed onto the arena, Ou Peng and Monk Chang Geng finally understood what was going on. As a result, their thoughts changed greatly.

Ou Peng's mood was one of astonishment and joy.

The reason for his astonishment was naturally because he did not know how this youth from the Huan Xi Mountain Manor came to the Martial Arts Exhibition. Moreover, he even made it to the third stage of the competition. Therefore, when he heard Zhang Chengyue mention Arena No. 0, he felt a little puzzled. He still had some understanding of Zhang Xiaohua's background. It was already praiseworthy for him to be able to make it to the third stage. If he was not the last, who else could it be?

The reason for his joy was also very simple. Since Monk Chang Geng was paying attention to the arena, it was naturally a battle that he was confident in. Not to mention, Tian Ji Horse Racing was avoiding the weak points and highlighting the strong points.

Zhang Xiaohua's last place had obviously attracted the attention of an expert from the Dalin Temple. Although he would fail the challenge, Ou Peng was still happy to see the inferior horse lose to the opponent's superior horse.

Moreover, this horse was not his to begin with. What did its life or death have to do with Ou Peng?

Ou Peng was secretly happy, but Monk Chang Geng's expression was ugly.

This little monk Yuan Liao was just as he said. He was the most powerful among the few little monks. Monk Chang Geng wanted to use him to humiliate the young disciples of the Misty School. As soon as he stepped onto the arena, he encountered an opponent that could not be any weaker. (Of course, how could a disciple who did not even know Qinggong be weaker than him?)

Although he could easily win this match, he had also lost a great opportunity.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua and Yuan Liao began chatting like old friends. Monk Chang Geng, who was below the arena, rolled his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying to Ou Peng, "Chief Ou, this old monk suddenly thought of a problem. The rules we talked about just now seem a little inappropriate. This old monk would like to make some changes."

Ou Peng's heart skipped a beat. He carefully asked, "Master, how do you want to make changes?"

Monk Chang Geng smiled and said, "What we talked about just now was the result of a match. The loser naturally cannot compete again, but what about the disciple who won?

Can he still continue with the following matches? "

Ou Peng secretly gritted his teeth and thought, "This old bald donkey, you are the one who set the rules. What can I say?

You didn't even say anything about the following matches. What do you want me to say?

Aren't you just afraid that after seeing your disciple encounter a weak opponent, you won't be able to compete again after one match? "

Thus, Ou Peng pretended to be thinking and said, "Then let's do as Master says. If I lose a match, I won't be able to participate in the following matches. As for the winner of the match, he can still participate in the following matches."

In fact, while Ou Peng was pretending to be thinking, Yuan Liao had already activated his acupoint sealing plan. However, in the eyes of Ou Peng and Monk Chang Geng, such skills were not worth mentioning. Therefore, they watched while talking. As for Zhang Xiaohua, she was looking around mischievously. While she was not being sealed, Ou Peng was speaking.

When Ou Peng finished speaking, Zhang Xiaohua happened to kick Yuan Liao off the arena!

The cooperation between the two could not be said to be tacit.

On the other hand, when Monk Chang Geng saw Yuan Liao being kicked off the arena, he could not help but be alarmed. He actually lost his composure and stood up. However, just as he stood up, he immediately realized that he had lost his composure. When he sat down again, he heard the end of Ou Peng's words.

He could not help but be infuriated as he thought to himself, "Did this fellow collude with the little fellow in the arena? He waited for me to finish speaking before taking action. If he had taken action earlier, I would have been able to set a new rule to allow the loser to be revived. But now that the words have been spoken, it's like spilled water. How can I take them back?"

Monk Chang Geng looked helplessly at the arena and nodded heavily. He was extremely unhappy.

Ou Peng looked at Monk Chang Geng's embarrassed look and was overjoyed. He thought, "Could this be the legendary saying, 'Man proposes, God disposes'?"

At this moment, Zhang Chengyue also walked back to the reed mat shelter. He had jumped off the arena and it was not appropriate for him to use his qinggong in front of everyone. He could only walk back step by step. His back was facing the arena. Before he could reach the reed mat shelter, the match at Arena 0 had ended. Hearing the thunderous cheers behind him, Zhang Chengyue naturally turned around to look. All he saw was Zhang Xiaohua standing alone and cupping her fists back and forth. She looked smug and he was puzzled.

When Ou Peng saw Zhang Chengyue return, he beckoned him over. Then, he whispered into Zhang Chengyue's ear, "That Zhang something, what's going on?"

Zhang Chengyue also whispered into his ear, "It's Zhang Xiaohua. I'm not sure what the reason is.

Since I won, I'll ask again in the future. "

Ou Peng nodded with a smile.

Not long after, the matches in the five arenas ended. The disciples of the Misty School jumped off the arena. The three young monks of the Dalin Temple walked back to the reed mat shelter. The three young monks stood in order and bowed to Monk Chang Geng with their palms pressed together. Two of them looked ashamed while the young monk with snow-white robes was flushed red.

Monk Chang Geng was a straightforward person. He had a rare smile on his face as he said, "It's fine, it's fine. I brought you to the Misty School to learn from each other. It's to prevent you from closing your doors and not broadening your horizons, thinking that you're the best in the martial arts world. Now that you've competed with the disciples of the Misty School, you've realized that you're just a frog in a well. When you go back, you'll have to work harder so that you won't be disappointed by today's defeat."

It was unknown if the three young monks would listen to him. They only bowed and returned to stand behind Monk Chang Geng.

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