The Savior's Handbook of Destruction

Chapter 235 Physical Cultivation Is Tyrannical!

Dingtianzong, the annual martial arts competition started again.

Shang Yang got up very early today because he was going to sign up to participate in this martial art competition.

Arriving at the Zongmen Square, the Great Elder is counting the members of this sect competition. According to the division of realms, the sect competition will start with the weakest disciples.

Moreover, direct disciples, elders, etc. are not allowed to enter.

Shang Yang found the Great Elder early in the morning. The Great Elder knew Shang Yang, and he was quite famous in the past two years.

The famous sandbags in the sect have rough skin and thick flesh and are resistant to beating. It is said that an inner sect disciple broke his hand because of beating him for a long time.

"You said, you want to participate in this martial art competition?"

The Great Elder was a little surprised, a handyman disciple who had never practiced, had no aptitude and no spiritual root.

This is more than self-sufficiency, it is simply ignorant.

Shang Yang nodded, "Yes, elder, you must promise me that as long as you can enter the top [-], you can become an outer disciple. Does this count for me?"

The Great Elder thought for a while, "It's not impossible, if you can really make it into the top [-], it doesn't matter if you become an outer disciple."

Shang Yang nodded excitedly when he heard the words, "The disciple thanked the Great Elder!"

Seeing Shang Yang's sideways face, the Great Elder shook his head, let him go, he can't kill his dream.

Soon, the time came to noon, and all the personnel of the sect competition were counted.

As the weakest Shang Yang, he was naturally the first to play.

But his opponent was an outsider disciple who had just started, and he only had the second level of Qi training.

As Shang Yang came on stage, many disciples exclaimed in surprise.

"Who is he? Is he also a new disciple?"

"Why does he look so familiar to me?"

"He is Shang Yang!"

"That handyman disciple?"

"What is a handyman disciple doing here?"

"Yes, he doesn't even have spiritual roots. He is just an ordinary person who really overestimates his abilities."

"A bunch of idiots, what do you know?"

"I have personally seen an inner sect senior brother compete with him, and in the end, that senior brother was directly crippled by him with his left hand!"

"No, the version I heard doesn't seem to be like this."

"No, I heard that it was Shang Yang who stood still. Was it the inner disciple who broke his own hand?"

"Is it so scary?"

"Yeah, you don't know how scary Shang Yang is. He is like a monster. I have seen him carry a boulder of more than 80 kilograms up and down the mountain with my own eyes before!"

"Really or not, if that's the case, then this junior brother is in bad luck!"

On the stage, Shang Yang and his opponent clasped fists together.

Seeing Shang Yang, the opponent thought that his realm was higher than his own, so he couldn't see through his cultivation, and was a little wary for a while.

"Wu Yong has met senior brother and asked him to show mercy!"

Shang Yang nodded, "Shang Yang, Junior Brother, please!"

Having said that, Shang Yang instantly launched an offensive. His punches were so fierce that every move he made could arouse a burst of energy!
Wu Yong was beaten so badly by him that he didn't even make a move at all!

This is not a state of Qi practice, Shang Yang is at least in the foundation period!

Wu Yong gritted his teeth, and he knocked him off the ring with the last three moves, "Pfft, Wu Yong, thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy!"

Shang Yang cupped his fists, turned around and walked off the ring without saying much.

This battle made many people know Shang Yang, but they didn't think too much about it, after all, his opponent was just a junior who had just started at the second level of Qi refining.

A person with a low cultivation base and mortals is meaningless, and he cannot be called an immortal cultivator without learning the magic of immortality.

But as night fell and the day passed, Shang Yang was completely dumbfounded by everyone!

From the elite disciples of the outer sect in the foundation building period to the famous disciples of the outer sect practicing energy, no one can survive the six strokes in his hands!
Shang Yang stood out and entered the top [-] within one day, and almost all of them were inner disciples after that.

The highest one even has the cultivation base of Nascent Soul, and the low one is also the cultivation base of Jindan.

If Shang Yang wants to enter the top [-], it can only depend on luck, as long as he wins the next game, he can enter the top [-].

It was also this night that Shang Yang returned to the house after exercising, and then began to burn his blood to practice.

He didn't sleep all night, and when Shang Yang opened his eyes again, it was almost dawn.

But his face was pale and he was extremely weak, "Burning Blood Realm Level [-], the confidence is a little bigger."

Shang Yang took a small red pill to adjust his breath. He has saved this small red pill for more than a year, and now is the time when he needs it.

When he came outside the yard, he had been unable to lift the [-]-kilogram boulder before, but now he broke through.

You can give it a try.

I saw Shang Yang suddenly hugging the boulder, using his hands and feet at the same time to lift the boulder over his head!
His strength has doubled again!
When he reached the Burning Blood Realm, every time Shang Yang raised his realm, he could raise his flesh and blood power by a generation!
Today he is completely different from yesterday, but when Shang Yang was about to find some meat to satisfy his hunger, the elders of Chuan Gong Hall suddenly found him.

"Long time no see, Shang Yang."

The elder of Chuan Gong Hall was Shang Yang's savior, so he respected the elder of Chuan Gong Hall more than anyone else.

"Disciples see elders!"

Shang Yang bowed his head very piously, and the elder Chuan Gong nodded in relief, "That's right, Shang Yang, do you know why I'm here today?"

Shang Yang shook his head, "I don't know, so I ask the elders to clarify."

The elder Chuan Gong slowly stretched out his right hand, "Give me your hand."

Shang Yang did not hesitate and directly handed his right hand to the elder.

The elder frowned after taking Shang Yang's right hand, "It's true that you have no qualifications, it's strange, Shang Yang, please tell me carefully, are you hiding your cultivation?"

"Don't lie to me. If you are qualified, there is no need to hide it. I have seen your hard work over the years."

Shang Yang was surprised when he heard the words, "I'm afraid this will disappoint the elder. The disciple really has no qualifications and cultivation base."

The face of the elder Chuan Gong seems to be full of you teasing me, you have no qualifications and no cultivation base, how did you beat up those disciples who lived in the foundation?

"I hope to hear the truth and don't lie. I saw every move you made yesterday. If you really have no cultivation, how did you defeat those outer disciples?"

Shang Yang just smiled when he heard this and said, "It is true that this disciple has no cultivation, but he was lucky enough to win against several senior brothers by virtue of his bravery of flesh and blood."

"These are all tricks of ordinary people. The disciple knows that his qualifications are dull, but he doesn't want to be depressed, so he insists on exercising every day, and now he has achieved some success."

"So the disciple wanted to try."

The Elder Chuan Gong heard the words and nodded, "Well, I have noticed all these years that you are indeed very persevering, and it is a good thing that you can make a small achievement in another way."

"But the courage of a man of flesh and blood is always limited. There are really not many people who can train flesh and blood to your level."

"Shang Yang, I hope you don't lie to me. Did you get any adventures, or did you get advice from an expert?"

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(End of this chapter)