"The Demonic Emperor is unparalleled, unifying the martial world for thousands of generations, and the Demonic Sect will be immortal!”
"The Demonic Emperor is unparalleled, unifying the martial world for thousands of generations, and the Demonic Sect will be immortal!”
"The Demonic Emperor is unparalleled, unifying the martial world for thousands of generations, and the Demonic Sect will be immortal!”
……
In the luxurious and spacious underground palace, the shouts of the Demon Sect disciples echoed in the air.
Night fell, Qing You City.
Ning Chen stood on the roof of the inn with one hand behind his back.
The other hand turned the prayer beads and looked at the black silhouettes of the mountains outside the city.
That was Mount Jiuyi.
The Demon Cult's headquarters was hidden here!
At the same time, it was also the location of the Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou.
"Holy Monk, what are you thinking about?"
Lan Yingying climbed up the roof and came to Ning Chen's side.
"It's nothing."
Ning Chen retracted his gaze and glanced at Lan Yingying. He smiled and asked,""What are you doing here?"
Lan Yingying picked up a jar of Five Poison Wine and answered,""When I entered your room just now, I realized that you weren't there. I looked around and found you on the roof.”
"Sneaking into This Penniless Monk's room?"
Ning Chen revealed a stunned expression.
Lan Yingying smiled generously and replied proudly,""In our Gu clan, if we fancy a man, we will go through his room window at night!”
“……”
After a long while, Ning Chen forced out four words: ”
Lan Yingying opened the wine bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls. She wiped the corner of her mouth in satisfaction.
"Here."
She handed the wine jar to Ning Chen and glanced at his side profile under the moonlight. She asked bluntly,"Have you considered my suggestion during the day?”
Ning Chen took the Five Poisons Wine, flipped his wrist, and directly lifted the wine jar upside down, taking large gulps.
The sparkling and translucent wine flowed down Ning Chen's chin and down his neck, wetting his frock.
"How refreshing, hahaha!"
Ning Chen put down the wine jar and sat on the roof. He turned his head and asked,"Benefactor Lan, what did you suggest earlier today?”
Lan Yingying wrapped her hands around the long dress that resembled the Miao costume on Earth. She sat down beside Ning Chen and said,"It's this young lady's proposal to marry you and make you the wife of the chief.”
"I'm a monk…" Ning Chen couldn't help but laugh.
"But you don't quit drinking and sex!"
"That's impossible."
"Can't we discuss it?"
"There is no room for negotiation."
Lan Yingying took a deep breath and said with a sweet smile,"Holy Monk, I added the Seven Step Soul Dissipating Powder to the Five Poison Wine just now. As long as you take seven steps, your soul will definitely dissipate.”
Ning Chen's expression froze, then he said calmly,""Amitabha. This Penniless Monk has mastered the divine technique and is immune to all poisons.”
" I've also added the Golden Silkworm Poison," Lan Yingying continued." As long as I whistle, the Golden Silkworm Larva will hatch and wriggle in your body, gnawing at your internal organs."”
"By the way, the Golden Silkworm is invulnerable to swords and spears, water and fire. Ordinary zhenqi can't do anything to it.”
Ning Chen replied expressionlessly,"Buddha is merciful. This penniless monk has already circulated the Maha-Vairocana Divine Technique to burn the Gu worms to death and expel them from the body."”
"Presumably, no matter how powerful a small golden silkworm is, it can't withstand the true qi of extreme yang.”
Lan Yingying suddenly stood up and pounced on Ning Chen. She pretended to be fierce and said,"Don't force me to use force!"
Ning Chen circulated his cultivation technique and released a wisp of protective zhen Qi to push Lan Yingying away.
"If you want to use force on This Penniless Monk, you have to become a land god.”
Lan Yingying jumped down from the roof. Only her voice could be heard,""I won't give up!"
Ning Chen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He sighed and said,""Amitabha. I didn't expect such a strange woman to exist in this world.”
The next day.
A rare gale blew in the south, sweeping through the streets of Qing You City, causing the flags in the open space to flutter.
The open space was extremely vast, and the martial arts arena had been built yesterday.
All kinds of flags were planted around the arena, embroidered with the names of various sects.
For example, Wudang, Shaolin, Mingjian Villa, Black Tiger Hall, Five Poison Sect, Beggar's Sect, Huashan, Weizhen Bodyguard Agency, and so on.
? When the Martial Arts Circle Convention was held, each faction only needed to stand in line according to the flag of each sect.
Qing You City in the early morning seemed a little deserted.
As the saying goes, when the martial world does things, mortals retreat.
Swords and knives had no eyes. If the common people wanted to watch the show, they had to think twice. How many lives were there that they were not afraid of losing?
Only the restaurants and inns opened early.
The waiter removed the door panels one by one.
People from various sects and clans gathered in groups of three to five and swarmed onto the street.
Sects that were familiar with each other would exchange a few pleasantries.
If they were hostile sects, they would directly curse at each other and draw their swords, almost cutting each other.
Fortunately, today was an important day for the election of the leader of the martial arts world, so no one really went to have a conflict.
Ning Chen sat in the lotus position, cultivating the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture for the entire night.
When he left the palace, Ning Chen took the jade bottle that he had received as a reward for signing in at the Shaolin Temple. He filled it with a lot of dragon energy, which was enough for his cultivation.
Naturally, this jade bottle could not be the original one in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but it still had some magical qualities.
The dragon energy contained within could allow Ning Chen to cultivate the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture to the initial level.
After washing up, Ning Chen did not forget to sign in.
However, the system rewards for signing in at ordinary places were also extremely ordinary.
For example, the system had rewarded Ning Chen with one tael of silver for signing in today. It was better than nothing.
According to Ning Chen's experience, the longer the history of a scenic spot or a blessed land, the better the rewards.
If it was just a normal place, even if he signed in, he wouldn't get any good rewards.
"Holy Monk, are you up? The Martial Arts Circle Convention is about to begin…"
A warrior monk shouted from outside the guest room.
"This Penniless Monk is up."
Ning Chen got off the bed and opened the door with both hands.
The martial monk in the apricot robe put his palms together and bowed."The Divine Monk Du Ku and the two Chiefs have been waiting for a long time. Please follow me.”
Ning Chen followed behind the monk and arrived at the Martial Arts Circle Convention.
The wind blew in the Jianghu, and the flags fluttered.
From a distance, Ning Chen could see a black mass of people dressed in all kinds of clothes. They were all armed with swords and sabers, surrounding the arena.
This was the martial world.
Wherever there were people, there would be martial arts.
Ning Chen met up with the Divine Monk Du Ku and the others.
Different from other sects, the four great righteous sects in the pugilistic world not only had their banners placed near the front, but they also had four armchairs.
Those who could sit on the armchair were naturally famous grandmasters in the martial arts world!
One of them belonged to the Wudang Sect.
Perfected Zhang had yet to enter seclusion, so his eldest disciple, Taoist Master Taiwei, was sitting on top of him.
One of the chairs belonged to Mingjian Villa.
However, Yi Shuihan, the eldest senior brother of Mingjian Peak, did not sit on it. Instead, he left the chair empty, as if he was waiting for an even more important figure from Mingjian Peak to arrive.
One of them belonged to Beggar's Sect.
The Sect Master of Beggar's Sect, Elder Hong, came personally and sat on the armchair.
The last seat naturally belonged to Shaolin Temple!
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