cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 4
The originally silent venue suddenly caused waves because of this sudden voice.

Countless pairs of eyes followed the voice, and all turned towards the young figure in front of the Tibetan Pavilion, their eyes full of surprise.

"That person is..."

"By the way, there is still one of the uncles of Zhizi's generation who has not yet come out, and he has been cultivating in the Tibetan Pavilion all the time!"

"What subterfuge, that's a punishment, just because you set foot in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain."

Looking sharply at Chen Yu in front of the Tibetan Pavilion, Zhao Zhijing's pupils shrank suddenly, and an ominous premonition rose inexplicably in his heart.

He took a step forward, forced a smile and said, "So it's Junior Brother Zhen. If I remember correctly, you can't take a step out of the Tibetan Pavilion at will."

The appearance of Chen Yu surprised everyone present.

On the Xiangshi high platform, Qiu Chuji said in surprise: "Zhen Zhibing, have you mastered all the volumes of Taoist scriptures by heart?"

As soon as these words came out, all the third-generation disciples of Zhizi generation looked at him jokingly.

If Chen Yu did not complete the content of the punishment and forcibly stepped out of the Tibetan Pavilion, he would be ignoring the teacher's password, and the punishment he would face could be imagined.

No one thought that Chen Yu had really completed his punishment. Two months was too short, even Wang Chongyang, the founder of the religion, couldn't do it. How could he?

Chen Yu, who has been meditating in the Cang Pavilion for two months, is tall and straight. Although his appearance is ordinary, he gives people an inexplicable sense of being out of the world.

He respectfully bowed to the teacher and uncle on the high platform, and responded: "Naturally."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sneer in the crowd, obviously thinking that Chen Yu was lying.

Qiu Chuji also thought so, frowned slightly, and said, "Oh? If that's the case, then the head teacher will come to test you."

With a wave of the whisk, Qiu Chuji opened his mouth and asked him to recite the first two paragraphs of the fifth volume of Taoist classics.

Chen Yu smiled slightly, and answered without any haste.

Wang Chuyi's eyes lit up, and he looked at Chen Yu curiously. Qiu Chuji let out a light snort, and asked again.

In front of the Tibetan Pavilion, a young man in Taoist robes stood with his hands behind his back, and while answering, he thought about walking in the field.

In the arena, everyone looked at Chen Yu gloatingly, waiting for him to be speechless and be severely punished by the head teacher, as an example to others.

However, as time passed, the joking expressions on everyone's faces gradually stagnated, and it didn't take long for a look of surprise to appear on their faces.

On the white jade stone, Chen Yu walked steadily, facing Qiu Chuji's questions with witty words, with a calm expression, and answered 27 questions in less than half a stick of incense.

At the end, he even recited the last volume of the Taoist scriptures in full.

"hiss……"

Seeing that Qiu Chuji stopped asking questions and fell into silence, the expressions of all the low-level disciples changed drastically, and their mouths grew incredulously.

Did Chen Yu really memorize several Taoist classics in two months?

This is impossible, even Wang Chongyang and Qiu Chuji couldn't do it, how could Chen Yu...

"it is good."

After a moment of silence, Wang Chuyi was the first to break the calm, and chuckled lightly with relief.

He turned his head to look at Qiu Chuji beside him, and said with a rare smile: "Brother Master, it seems that Zhen Zhibing is not easy, he has really memorized several volumes of scriptures by heart, so he can walk out of Tibet." Pavilion, to participate in this chief disciple competition..."

Qiu Chuji looked at the young man in the distance with deep meaning, a trace of surprise flashed in his pure and restrained eyes, he nodded immediately and said, "Since you have completed the punishment, you are indeed qualified to participate."

With the permission of the head teacher, Chen Yu first took a long sword with a green edge, and immediately walked in front of Zhao Zhijing: "Brother Zhao is surprised that I can walk out?"

The corners of Zhao Zhijing's eyes twitched slightly, his face was a little ugly, and he snorted, "I really underestimated my junior brother before, but today it's about swords, junior brother, you have almost no chance of winning."

Chen Yu shook his head: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Seeing both sides enter the arena, Wang Chuyi didn't delay any longer, and immediately waved his fly whisk and shouted: "Zhao Zhijing vs. Zhen Zhibing, let's start the debate!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Zhijing's wrist trembled suddenly, and the three-foot long sword buzzed instantly, shaking out several silver flowers.

He stomped his right foot on the ground, bowed his whole body slightly, and in an instant, his figure swayed, and he quickly came to Chen Yu, and slapped his chest directly.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing's left palm attacking with energy, Chen Yu took a step forward without hesitation, and also stretched out his left palm, using his internal force to strike.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled high-five sound, and Zhao Zhijing and Chen Yu's palms collided, and a big air wave erupted immediately, blowing dust on the stone bricks.

With a strong shock, Zhao Zhijing took a step back, while Chen Yu retreated three steps in a row, then stabilized his figure and confronted him again.

"This is the strength of the second level of the Mortal Realm. It's not easy, but it's not as difficult as I expected." Chen Yu thought to himself, releasing the force from his palm.

Seeing that Chen Yu fell to the bottom in the duel of internal strength, many disciples of the third generation shook their heads pityingly.

After all, Zhao Zhijing is still a big brother, with the strongest martial arts, and his internal strength alone surpasses all of them.

Although Chen Yu has excellent aptitude, the period of penance is still too short. Even if he can get out of the Tibetan Pavilion, it is impossible to have a chance of winning.

"Do you really think that if you can memorize a few volumes of scriptures, you will be able to improve your self-cultivation? This Zhen Zhibing is too big..."

Off the court, Zhang Zhiguang shook his head.

Slowly withdrew his palm, Zhao Zhijing smiled arrogantly: "Junior brother, you haven't made any progress in these two months, how can you beat me?"

"Brother, don't you feel that you are a little noisy?" Chen Yu said, raising his long sword in front of him.

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing's face sank, and he immediately grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and in an instant, the sword light rose horizontally, and as his figure moved, he stabbed at his left rib at a tricky angle.

The Quanzhen swordsmanship was unleashed from Zhao Zhijing's hands, which immediately aroused a lot of cheers from outside the arena.

"Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship is about to reach the top, given time, he will surely realize the sword intent." Hearing the exclamation of all the low-ranking disciples, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but nodded.

In the crowd, young Yang Guo clenched his fists nervously, sweating secretly for Chen Yu in the arena.

In front of his eyes, Zhao Zhijing's sword was full of lights and shadows, piercing the air with hissing sounds, and his power was extraordinary, but in Chen Yu's eyes, it was extremely slow and full of loopholes.

After reaching the realm of Quanzhen Sword Intent, he has long since gotten rid of the shackles of sword moves, the sword moves with his heart, and five or six ways to break it flashed through his mind immediately.

Also without retreating, under the stunned gaze of everyone, Chen Yu swung his sword out, facing the oncoming sword shadow in a nonchalant manner.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of Zhizi generation all let out a sigh, as if they had foreseen the end of Chen Yu's defeat.

"when!"

Fierce sparks erupted when the two long swords collided, and under the ear-piercing trill, Chen Yu's expected defeat did not appear.

Everyone raised their heads one after another, their pupils shrunk slightly, and they saw Chen Yu's sword swung in amazement, causing Zhao Zhijing's long sword to freeze and lose its sharpness.

Zhao Zhijing's complexion changed slightly when his confident sword fell to the ground. He had just fought at close range, and he suddenly felt that the junior in front of him seemed to be a different person.

His sword just now seemed ordinary, but he blocked his own sword shadow and lost most of his strength.

"Could it be that the opponent's attainment of Quanzhen swordsmanship is higher than his own?" Zhao Zhijing's mind suddenly flashed such a worrying conjecture.

However, in just a few breaths, Zhao Zhijing's expression returned to normal.

He frowned slightly, and snorted secretly: "This is impossible, I am the No. 1 Quanzhen swordsmanship, even if he really has a breakthrough, my internal strength is far superior to his, how can I lose?"

The blade twisted, Zhao Zhijing withdrew his long sword, and once again slapped Chen Yu's right shoulder with his whole body.

Chen Yu touched the ground with his toes, and quickly backed away. At the same time, he no longer exerted his internal strength recklessly, his footsteps swayed, and the long sword in his hand flickered coldly, and he made several moves in succession.

"when", "when", "when"...

In the arena, the two swords clashed with each other, the piercing metal vibrato continued, and the internal force flowed violently, which was extremely intense.

Everyone watched with bated breath, and stopped discussing for a while.

"This Zhen Zhibing was able to fight Zhao Zhijing for more than [-] rounds. It's really not easy. No wonder Master Wang Chuyi once praised his talent!" Ma Zhifang said concentratingly.

"It's a pity that Zhen Zhibing's cultivation level is still short and his internal strength is insufficient. After all, he still can't win..." Wang Zhitan told the truth, causing everyone to nod repeatedly.

"Oh!"

After several rounds, the two distanced themselves again.

Zhao Zhijing's face became more and more gloomy, obviously dissatisfied with himself for not being able to defeat the opponent within twenty moves.

"Enough, this sword debate should be over!"

Accompanied by a shout, the sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand was so strong that he circulated all his internal energy, causing the sword body to buzz continuously, and immediately stabbed at Chen Yu's vital point as fast as light.

"Guan Hemengduan! It's Guanhemengduan! The last move of Quanzhen's swordsmanship, Zhao Zhijing has mastered it unexpectedly!"

Outside the arena, Wang Zhitan and others were shocked by the light of the sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand, and couldn't help exclaiming. On the high platform, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi's expressions lifted, and they were equally surprised.

(End of this chapter)