So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 65: Arena (Part 2)

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Chen He tossed the lotus lamp in his hand and steadily jumped to the ring.

This body technique without pyrotechnics is a superb light skill in the eyes of mortals. For the monks, it is just another sign of a fellow man.

All the people in the ring are watching the excitement, and they don't care about the outcome. Seeing someone challenged the "long-time rival", he was about to win ten games in a row, and the players were not weak, so they were all refreshed.

Venerable Huanjian squatted on the tree with a smile on his face.

Nan Hongzi entered Taoism with martial arts, and Chen He, who was taught by his apprentice, was of course skilled.

Although Chen He is blindfolded, he cannot hide his aura when he moves his true energy.

Later Jindan——

The monks who watched the excitement were all excited.

In the low-level circle of the cultivation world, this is a rare master. By the Nascent Soul Stage, he is qualified to start a school, and there are not many people who can even pull the bottom to make sacrifices.

Baishan Academy and Dabaoguo Temple invite worship every year, which can be regarded as a grand event in the cultivation world.

Without him, there are too many ordinary monks stuck in the foundation-building period, and there are very few opportunities to see the Jindan-stage cultivators compete. Although the strength of the monks in the ring is not even a scum in the eyes of Venerable Shi Feng Huanjian, they are actually very "close to the people", lacking opportunities and skills and lacking everything, which is the state of the bottom monks in the cultivation world.

The cheers under the ring were thunderous, but Chen He didn't even look at it. He didn't come to the limelight or itchy hands. He really wanted to sharpen his legal skills and martial arts and be promoted to Yuan Ying stage earlier.

"Friends, please!"

The monk who originally stood on the ring also solemnly bowed his hands: "Please!"

This man’s magic weapon is a sword. The monks love to use swords. Even if they are to remove demons and catch demons, they like to carry peach wood swords.

Chen He has his bare hands--because the brother said, don’t win to the end, what else would you use to fight Kui bow?

The monk rallied his sleeves, and a few light talismans showed a faint light. At first glance, it looked like a sword of light, and won the unclear people's cheers.

"This sword is tempered by Gengjin, and it is extremely sharp. Fellow Taoists are careful."

Because of this reminder, Chen Hesheng had a good impression and motioned to the other party to do it.

They don't care, those idle guys who watch the excitement quit.

"Without weapons, victory is not martial!"

The two of them turned a deaf ear to the shouts from the audience, and Chen He didn't look at the monk's appearance. On this occasion, everyone used blindfolds, seeing illusions, and even the expressions and eyes were inaccurate.

The sword light flickered, and the whole row of lotus lanterns hung up and down behind Chen He cut off.

The frame of the lantern fell to the ground, but none of the lanterns ignited. It turned out that all the fractured holes were in the candle wick, and the flames disappeared.

The magic sword is easy to extinguish the common fire, but the magic sword tempered with gold can accurately cut off many open flames in an instant, without the slightest error. It is clearly "although the fire will overcome the gold, but the fire will come to the fire." Demonstration, this one can see the personality of this person. I'm afraid it's the unrestrained and unrestrained, casual repairs that do their own way.

The monks all stared together, they were watching the doorway, and those who watched the excitement were shouting except slapped hands.

Shi Feng nodded slightly, apparently he didn't expect the monk on the ring to do so.

Venerable Huanjian grabbed the oil tea bowl and his eyes rolled around: Good seedlings, not bad, but how come it belongs to the Zheng family!

Chen He didn't care when the other party showed such a hand.

In the fragments of the small world, there are more fierce beasts that can breathe fire and ice and emit poisonous mist. The most weird thing is that there is water spraying from the nostrils, and the four hooves stepping on the flames. What kind of thing is mutual growth and restraint? Anyway, I encountered the same desperateness, let him go!

Turning over and avoiding it, Zhen Yuan released along the palm of the hand, breaking through the air with a sharp sound, and at the same time, the left palm drew a half circle, the spiritual energy gathered into a vortex, this strong force brought the Gengjin magic sword to be slightly offset——

"Huh?"

The monk was amazed. He also protected his body with invisible true essence, and was short to avoid the palm of his face.

However, this attack was not over yet. Chen He took a step forward. The real power of the "Hunyuan Palm" has only arrived. The shock of the aura affected the bodyguard Zhenyuan, and the opponent was caught off guard, and withdrew dozens of steps.

I saw the edge of the ring and stepped on the empty space, and I was about to fall.

The cultivator was so angry that he jumped back lightly.

"Tao's friendly skill, I don't know which faction it comes from?"

"Don't mention it, it's a small school of only two people." Chen He said casually.

This is the truth.

After a word of greeting, this person also simply started to use the six swords to break through the invisible spiritual energy vortex.

The knowledgeable person marveled at Chen He's opponent, with superior eyesight and decisiveness, but he opened his mouth while watching the excitement, and experienced the "sword spirit" that only appeared among the storytellers.

There are so many spells in the world like the stars in the sky. In the end, the essence is just the flow of true essence. If you break that point, it will be done.

The Beixuan School is simply cheating in this respect. You don't need to look at it, you just need to feel it physically—if you practice qigong on weekdays, you have all 108 orifice points open all over your body, and you have a keen sense of true Qi.

Chen He has never confronted a monk with a tool.

Even though he met a guy who tempered the magic artifacts well as soon as he came up, he was not in a hurry, he tried his tricks slowly, the sword came to induce the deviation, and he fought back.

For a time, the two of them seemed evenly matched, and they were playing very well.

At first, people cheered the monk who used the sword, because he played so well, and slowly, even those who watched the bustle, figured out some ways.

Because Chen He was too obvious, as long as the other party repeated it, he unceremoniously rushed forward, with a tough angle and a good fight, forcing people to change ways.

Low-level cultivators often do not learn thaumaturgy because they don’t have good techniques, or they pull down and use general fist techniques.

In the next ring, there was a monk who just kicked it twelve times in succession, tossing his opponent down.

Compared with this art-like legwork, Chen He has learned a lot, and when Nan Hongzi was a side defender, he didn't have any fancy killing skills.

At that time, there were many wars in the frontiers and rusty weapons. It often didn't take long to get into battle. It depends on whether you can seize the enemy's weapons and continue to fight. The more flexible the body, the better. If you are riding a horse, you have to be more stable in the bottom plate. If you can kill with one blow, you can never make a second move.

The more Chen He fought, the better he was. Who made his opponent for forty years not human!

The pressure on the sword monk is getting heavier, especially what makes him feel uncomfortable is that in Chen He Zhenyuan, there is a faint violent flame atmosphere-either the practice is the fire attribute, or the fire attribute magic weapon-fire Kejin, even if you are not afraid, the Gengjin sword is always more difficult than other methods when it encounters the fire attribute exercises.

I can only use the ability to fight at the bottom of the box. Fortunately, I have rich experience and several dangers, but I still managed to avoid it.

Chen He didn't get nothing, he was about to figure out all the ways the opponent could use the weapon.

If he has been earnestly practicing for 40 years, no matter how much experience he has, it will be difficult to see and squeeze his opponent's abilities clearly in a short time, let alone such a degree of relaxation. slow.

For many years of struggle, there are countless ancient wild beasts, and between life and death, there is no chance of regret.

When Shi Feng saw Chen He like this, he even went away with only so much worry.

He was relieved at first, then frowned, very heartbroken.

"Stop...Stop!" The cultivator was a little embarrassed and more frustrated. To be honest, encountering opponents like Chen He was simply unlucky.

Chen He naturally wouldn't listen to him.

A quiet glance around, the other ring is no longer playing.

"..."

The monks watched enthusiastically, and those people who didn't know the truth and were purely participating in the fun were already sweating profusely.

Including the big guy I met when I was buying a lamp with Chen He. At this moment, he put the lantern in his hand on the side of the ring-no need to go up and shame, because there is too much difference between the level of the top master!

"Poor." Venerable Huanjian kept shaking his head, very sorry.

The monk who uses the sword is actually good at adapting to changes, and he is even a leader of his generation, so he met Chen He.

Neither Shi Feng nor Venerable Huanjian knew that by the window of a restaurant on the street, a young man dressed in a brocade robe and a scribe, looked gloomy and stared at the ring, shaking slightly.

This person is not Jihong, or even a monk.

The people who were drinking at the table with him were attracted by this dazzling match, and no one found his fault.

"No, it's impossible...it won't be him."

"Brother Zhong, what did you say?"

The scribe surnamed Zhong concealed a cough, and said dumbly, "There are such martial arts in the world, I don't know who it is."

"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed.

The scribes looked drunk when seeing everyone, and couldn't help squeezing the glass.

The competition in the ring continues.

Even Chen He is a bit impatient, not wanting to win, but looking at this posture. If no one continues to challenge him if he wins, would he stand stupidly in the ring?

The monk of Dabaoguo Temple, shouldn't he directly announce the place of worship?

Chen He glanced at the crowd quietly when he was wrong, and he really caught sight of three or five monks in cassocks, their palms pressed together and their eyes shining.

He fought a cold war all his life, and almost threw the look of help from Shi Feng.

——Brother, I’m not to blame, I only hit one! Didn’t always win at all!

Chen He slowed down the offensive and disrupted the steps. The opponent finally grabbed the opportunity, and immediately swung his sword up. The sword light poured out like mercury, concealing the fierce aura, invisible and invisible, the two were separate Dozens of tricks to control the aura.

If I didn't pay attention, there were several traces left on the floor of the ring.

Chen He controls the rhythm and prepares to lose sensibly and reasonably-this sword-wielding monk is also good. Chen He kind of wants to thank him, so naturally he will not do that. He jumps into the ring, "Come and beat you. Just leave, you will win this kind of hurtful drama.

The unexpected happened.

Chen He's true essence flowed in his body, playing happily, but he was awakened by the fire in the stone that had been asleep in the Dantian leaning on the golden core because of excessive effort.

The fireball slid, and the terrible breath of Sanmai True Fire gushed along the Chen Heqiao acupoint.

I haven't seen the sparks yet, and the hot air has disturbed the remaining force of the two people.

The unlucky monk looked awkward, apparently thinking that Chen He was going to use his taboo fire magic weapon.

Chen He couldn't laugh or cry, his hands kept on, and the fire in the stone desperately to calm the restlessness.

"Tweet."

"..." The sword-holding monk looked around in amazement, what a strange sound was this.

Chen He almost gritted his teeth: This fireball, don't sleep when it's time to sleep, what's the trouble.

Shi Zhonghuo was unhappy, and broke free, a circle of fire came out of Chen He's back, followed by a deep inhalation, and all the candles in a flash broke away from the wax core in the lantern.

Chen He was shocked. The fireball was about to swallow all the fire around it, chewing it as a snack.

He let out a cold snort and suppressed it forcibly.

Fireball tweeted unwillingly all the way, and was beaten back to the pubic area abruptly.

It’s too late. It’s fast. The onlookers didn’t even see the fire behind Chen He. They saw the sword light on the ring, full of power, and suddenly all the lanterns shook together. People rubbed their eyes and found something The lantern candle burned.

"It's not good, put it out quickly, don't walk the water!"

On the New Year’s Lantern Festival, Jing Zhaoyin was prepared for the fire a long time ago, and people couldn’t worry about throwing the lanterns directly on the ground, and their bold feet were stomped out.

The lotus lantern set up around the ring where Chen He was located was cut long ago, and the other whole faces burned. The monks of Dabaoguo Temple were busy splashing water to fight the fire. Chen He took advantage of the situation and retreated a few steps. The stunned monk holding the sword (seeing the whole process) waved his hand and immediately jumped off the ring.

Someone who is still staring at Chen He, instantly feels that his eyes are black, as if he has been hit by something, and his heart is horrified, guessing what Chen He has a terrific background, there is such a thing, and such isolation Spiritual instruments, or protect his elders.

Chen He ran up to Shi Feng, and the two of them didn't speak either, and left in a tacit understanding.

The scribe in the restaurant fell into a chair. With his eyesight, it was of course impossible to find anyone in the chaos. He didn't bother with that, he just kept muttering:

"It's him, it's really him."

People in the restaurant stretched their heads and looked around, worried about the spread of the fire.

Fortunately, there are not too many fire places. There are many monks and people from the rivers and lakes in the crowd. The fire is quickly extinguished. The Lantern Festival burns every year. Every street and every store has a large tank. Water and sprinkle salt to prevent freezing.

The scribe surnamed Zhong was in a daze. He was hit by someone and suddenly felt a ball of paper in his hand.

He subconsciously squeezed it, barely regaining his consciousness and unfolded it, his face was white again.

"Your Excellency, I know everything. If you want to kill Chen He, listen to my orders."

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