Chapter 981

"As expected of a great sect with a legacy. It's not a joke to be able to stand for ten thousand years!" Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but admire them from the bottom of his heart.

Of the five sects with immortal heritage, Zhang Xiaohua had seen three of them. Among them, the Misty School was the one with whom he had the deepest feelings and the closest affinity. However, it was also the worst of the three. Basically, it only had martial arts and no traces of immortal heritage. Only a few forbidden areas in Ethereal Heights could prove that the Misty School was related to immortal heritage. Even Sect Leader Ou Peng was only at the level of martial arts, and not even at the peak. He didn't even have a trace of divine sense.

On the other hand, the Fragrance Cult was full of immortal heritage. Zhang Xiaohua's series of immortal opportunities were all achieved in the Fragrance Cult. The Fragrance Cult's leader, Abbess Jing Yi, was even a cultivator of immortal heritage.

What about the Dalin Temple?

Although he hadn't seen Master Longevity yet, just by looking at the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth in the Dalin Temple and a few ordinary guardian disciples, he could already disturb the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth with the formation of martial arts. What was there to say about the immortal heritage in the temple?

The Fragrance Cult respected female disciples and their heritage was also strict. The Dalin Temple, on the other hand, only accepted male disciples. Although men and women were equal in this world, men's cultivation potential was many times stronger than women's. The number of men who could cultivate was a hundred or a thousand times more than that of women. Therefore, the Dalin Temple's strength should be above the Fragrance Cult. Of course, as for the mysterious Tenryū Sect, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't guess. After all, he had only seen Qin Shiyue and the Flood Dragon King of the Seas!

"Oh, right, I wonder how Xiaoyue and that A-Jiao are doing now?

Don't tell me they're buried in the sea! "

For a moment, Zhang Xiaohua's mind wandered.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua's gaze was somewhat sluggish, the monks in the Arhat Formation were overjoyed, thinking that they had a chance. Zhang Xiaohua was confused by the sound of the staff. One of the monks immediately raised the long staff and chopped down on her head!

That long pole was full of vigor. Not only did it cause the wind to howl, even the little Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth in the array surged along with the tip of the pole. Zhang Xiaohua snapped out of his daze and saw a series of afterimages flashing by the pole before his eyes. He exerted a little force in his legs, intending to use the Ethereal Steps to dodge. However, just as he exerted force in his legs, his heart skipped a beat. "The Great Master Chang Geng has been to the Misty School and watched the Martial Arts Exhibition. He should know about my Ethereal Steps. If I use it here, doesn't that mean that I am the kid he saw before?

Even if he can't confirm it, he must know about my relationship with the Misty School! "

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua's feet paused. At this moment, that wooden pole was already in front of his eyes. Zhang Xiaohua didn't hesitate and raised Hannya to block in front of his eyes. In his mind, although this long pole brought about a lot of wind, the strength of the pole was limited. Although he blocked it in a hurry, it should be more than enough.

Who knew that when the long pole struck Zhang Xiaohua's Hannya, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly felt a jolt. That long pole actually transmitted an incomparably huge force, as though it was going to knock Hannya out of her hands!

"Aiyo!"

Zhang Xiaohua was shocked. Without thinking, he clenched his fist tightly and released it forcefully. "Keng", Hannya was knocked back. Zhang Xiaohua felt as though he was hit by a huge rock and retreated a few steps. But before he could steady himself, "Wuwu", the sound of the wind rose again. The monk behind Zhang Xiaohua also raised his pole and mercilessly struck at the back of his head.

Luckily, after the long pole hit, it immediately retracted and didn't pursue. Only then did Zhang Xiaohua have some free time. He turned his body slightly and used Hannya to block the long pole behind him!

This time, Zhang Xiaohua didn't dare to be negligent. He used a total of seventy percent of his strength to block that long pole. It was still the same huge force as before. Zhang Xiaohua's arm was slightly sore and he borrowed the force to retreat a few steps. He wanted to dissipate the force.

Who would have thought that after the second strike, there would be another long stick coming from his left arm.

"My god!" After Zhang Xiaohua received the third strike, he couldn't help but be shocked, "Are you kidding me?

How can this Dalin Temple monk be so brave and powerful?

Everyone's arms have the strength of over ten thousand jin?

This … with this kind of strength, how can they not dominate the pugilistic world? "

Unknowingly, Zhang Xiaohua's yearning towards the Dalin Temple was like a torrential river …

But he was in the array and couldn't use his light body techniques. He could only use Hannya to meet force with force!

Another cup of tea's time had passed and Zhang Xiaohua didn't know how many strikes he had received. Luckily, his strength had always been his strength and the Big Dipper Magical Fist was a daily practice so he was able to cope with it.

But after such a long time, Zhang Xiaohua once again felt that something was strange.

Firstly, although there were eighteen monks in this Arhat Array, every time Zhang Xiaohua was attacked, there was only one person. The rest didn't join in. It wasn't like what he had thought, where everyone would rush up and attack together.

Secondly, the strength of each strike was the same. Which meant that the strength of the eighteen monks was about the same.

This wasn't much, but as time passed, the strength of the strike gradually decreased. What made Zhang Xiaohua very suspicious was that the strength of the eighteen monks was also decreasing. Could it be …. Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but ponder.

Following that, Zhang Xiaohua expanded his divine sense slightly. Not long after, he found something strange. He saw that when a monk raised his staff, two faint and mysterious waves were transmitted from his two sides. And when he struck out with his long staff, an even weaker wave was transmitted from his body to the monks on his two sides. Looking carefully, in the entire Arhat Array, between the eighteen monks, there was this strange wave that was constantly transmitted!

"Understood!"

Zhang Xiaohua's eyes narrowed slightly. "This is the legendary Force Transmission. In internal strength, one can transmit one's internal strength to others through the hand or other body parts, allowing one's internal strength to be used by others for a period of time. Or, one can attack others through other people's meridians, such as hitting a cow through a mountain.

And this Dalin Temple's martial arts seniors are even more powerful. They created this Arhat Array, which can actually connect everyone's strength together, using the strength of eighteen people to attack one person! "

"Aiyo, I can resist these eighteen people, but what if there are twenty-eight people, or one hundred and eight people?

How can I resist them?

Moreover, if there are ten thousand people in the Arhat Array, won't the Dalin Temple be invincible in Jianghu?

Perhaps only the Immortal Dao can deal with it! "

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He seemed to have thought of what Master Changxing said just now: "Seeing that you're still young, I won't use the real array!"

Of course, after receiving the attacks of the eighteen monks, the strength of the array was gradually weakening. Zhang Xiaohua gradually understood. Since he entered the array, the Dalin Temple's monks first used the sound of the rods to disturb his mind, then used the long rods to attack, creating a situation where the one who makes the first move gains the advantage. Stick after stick, the eighteen monks' strength flowed between the rods. If Zhang Xiaohua broke their coordination, or if he persisted until the eighteen monks' strength was exhausted, the Arhat Array would collapse on its own!

He understood this logic, but if he really wanted to do it, it would be difficult in the eyes of others. Because the eighteen rods in the Arhat Array had a tacit understanding, stick after stick, it was seamless, and there was no room for him to take a breath to counterattack. But if he had to fight against eighteen people and exhaust his strength, it was impossible for an ordinary person to even think about it.

He reckoned that Nun Jing Yi had also relied on her exquisite swordsmanship and the Qinggong of Chuanxiang Cult to gain the upper hand in the fight against the cudgel. From there, she broke the tacit understanding of the Arhat Formation and obtained the final victory!

However, these two methods of breaking the formation were as easy as drinking water for Zhang Xiaohua. Once he understood the true essence of the Arhat Formation, he naturally had a plan in his heart. Exhausting the strength of the eighteen monks was indeed a waste of time. Furthermore, he still had two more stages to pass in the future. There were still uses for him to conserve his strength.

As for Qinggong and swordsmanship, Zhang Xiaohua didn't want to embarrass himself with them, so the only thing left was to use strength to defeat the enemy.

Zhang Xiaohua let out a long laugh, and said: "Many thanks for the guidance of the senior brothers of the Dalin Temple, this one is going to make his move!"

While he was speaking, a long stick came attacking from under his armpit. Zhang Xiaohua held Bo Re horizontally, and used his strength to chop down diagonally. "Dang!" It hit the long stick. In his spiritual sense, he saw that the monk on the other side was about to make his move. Bo Re didn't stop, and directly waved. "Wu!" Before the monk made his move, Bo Re had already struck his long stick. Seeing that Bo Re had anticipated the enemy and suddenly appeared in front of him, the monk was greatly alarmed. His long stick trembled slightly, and before the other seventeen monks' strength could reach him, he made his move. Who would have thought that Zhang Xiaohua would only lightly strike Bo Re on his long stick, and then move his body to the side, Bo Re rushed towards another disciple who was about to make his move!

"Ah!"

That disciple was even more anxious. According to the Arhat Formation, the next one to make his move would be him. Moreover, this sequence wasn't the same every time. No matter what, he couldn't believe that Zhang Xiaohua would actually attack him before he was completely unprepared.

He had no choice but to fight back. As long as he waved his long stick, he would strike. However, he wasn't in a hurry to make this move, and the flow of his strength was interrupted. This strike only had his own strength, so how could it compare to Zhang Xiaohua's Bo Re?

Just as he was about to be hit by Zhang Xiaohua's Bo Re, he heard praise from outside the formation: "Good move!

Young benefactor, not only do your internal strength is profound, your mind is even more meticulous. You actually guessed which disciple made the move, and you can still maintain such a calm mind in this dangerous situation.

Even Abbess Jing Yi from that year couldn't compare! "

Hearing Reverend Chang Xing's words, Zhang Xiaohua held Bo Re in his hand and laughed: "Not at all, Reverend Leader's wisdom is as vast as the sea. This disciple can't compare to you. Being able to find a way to break the Arhat Formation is also a great fortune!"

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