I want to plunder the heavens

Chapter 9 Gathering Crowds for Gambling
"Let me in, I want to see Mr. Li!"

Xia Chen, who smelled of alcohol, was stopped by a group of disciples outside the mountain gate.

"Who is making noise here!"

An old man in his sixties walked out with a shout, his eyes full of sharpness.

"Elder Zhang, please let me meet Elder Li!"

The person who came was none other than the law enforcement elder of the outer sect, Zhang Yongri!
"It turned out to be you, Shuzi, who was absent from the Zongmen Grand Ceremony for no reason, and you dare to send it to your door today!"

"Presumptuous! You still dare to drink excessively in the sect blatantly now, you don't take me, the law enforcement elder, seriously!"

Zhang Yongri sniffed his nose and snorted coldly.

suddenly!

The long sleeve stroked gently, and the thin hand bones were pulled out suddenly, and a palm struck.

"Elder Zhang, why is this?"

Before Xia Chen finished speaking, the latter's palm was already printed on his chest.

A powerful force surged through his body. If he hadn't possessed the ancient holy body, this palm would probably kill him [-]% of the time!

Xia Chen never expected that Zhang Yongri would take action against him. Even if he was absent from the sect ceremony for no reason and drank too much, the two things together were certainly wrong, but they would not make him take action!
According to Yanyuezong's gate rules, at most, he would be locked in a small black room and face the wall for a few days!
Xia Chen reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and struggled to get up.

On the contrary, Zhang Yongri was a little surprised. Just now, he used quite a lot of strength in his palm, and a small warrior in the tough skin realm can still stand up.

It's a slap in the face!
Just when Xia Chen opened his mouth to ask why, he caught sight of Zhu Wenhao inside the door.

I understood in an instant.

While drinking, I heard Zhang Lie say that Zhu Wenhao had a dirty PY deal with the law enforcement elders of the outer sect.

Seeing it with my own eyes now just proves that what Zhang Lie said is not true!

"Elder Zhang, you attack me like this! Aren't you afraid that I will report to the sect master and sue you for perverting the law for personal gain?"

Xia Chen actually saw the tricks inside, so naturally he wouldn't have too much respect for Zhang Yongri in front of him.

"Zhuzi, are you threatening the old man?" Zhang Yongri's eyes were fixed, with a murderous look coming out.

How could he fail to understand the meaning in Xia Chen's words.

If it is really necessary to report to the head, this year's elders will be promoted, he will definitely be the first to be eliminated.

After waiting for so many years, I don't want to be completely ruined by the boy in front of me!

Secondly, Xia Chen wanted to use the system to check Zhang Yongri's situation just now, but unexpectedly he got a message that the credit value was not enough. It seems that his strength has exceeded the range that the system can check.

This time!

The furious Zhang Yongri rushed out again and grabbed his throat with the transformed tiger claws. It seemed that he wanted to prevent Xia Chen from speaking again.

At the critical moment, a kind old man helped Wang Yongri out of the door and shouted angrily to stop Wang Yongri from taking action.

"Zhang Pifu, if you dare to hurt a hair of my dear grandson, even if I risk my life today, I want you to look good?"

Zhang Yongri stopped after hearing this, glared at Xia Chen, threw down his sleeves and robe angrily, and walked away.

Seeing Mr. Li come out, Xia Chen rushed forward and shouted joyfully, "Grandpa!"

Mr. Li's old and skinny old hands stroked his white hair lightly.

"Grandpa is getting old, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you for too long! It's a pity that I can't see the moment when you look down on the world!"

"No! Grandpa, nothing will happen to you!" Xia Chen's eyes were filled with tears.

"Silly boy!"

For his physical condition, Mr. Li knows better than anyone else.

"Okay! There are still three months before the martial arts meeting in the outer sect, so go and practice!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Li turned his back and waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

Xia Chen clenched his fists, brushed his gray robe and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa, my grandson will not disappoint you in this martial arts competition. He will come out on top!"

Then respectfully say goodbye.

Since Xia Chen left.

Old Li couldn't bear it any longer, and a mouthful of blood spilled out.

Waste half of your life, you will be old!
Chen'er, Grandpa has always believed that you are the future hope of the Yan Yue Sect!

……

After hastily leaving the Elder Pavilion, Xia Chen did not return directly to the firewood room, but came directly to the cultivation hall.

On the way, I met many disciples from the same sect, and they greeted him with smiles when they saw him.

It seems that the matter of obscene pants made many people change their original views on him.

For these people who showed friendly intentions, Xia Chen would naturally not be cold-faced.

"I'll treat you as you treat me." This is his style!

It is worth mentioning that the cultivation pavilion is indeed too crowded, and it may be difficult for those who arrive late to find a training venue.

Fortunately, at this point, there are not many people.

Xia Chen found a relatively quiet place, crossed his legs, and sat in meditation with all his attention.

He could clearly feel bursts of hot breath rising from under his body, burning his body all the time.

Although the process was very painful, Xia Chen was still a little happy with the changes in his body.

The skin on his body is gradually solidifying, which is a sign of a breakthrough!
The bast skin is mainly used to repair the skin, and those who have mastered it can make the skin as strong as armor.

Since merging with the ancient holy body, Xia Chen has never re-polished one or two, and the realm is actually a bit vain!

On the contrary, this burning breath helped a lot, he vaguely felt that the Holy Body was becoming more and more harmonious with himself.

At this moment, he was fully focused and had no idea what was happening outside.

"Junior Brother Xia, it's been three hours since I meditated!"

"Goddammit, how did he do it!"

……

A group of disciples were discussing in low voices.

"Three hours?" They definitely couldn't do it.

That scorching gas made them scream countless times.

Those who are weak may not be able to sit for even an hour, but those who can sit for two hours are already amazing.

Even though there was a lot of amazement in the discussion, there were also those bitter and sarcastic sarcasms.

"Hmph! What's the big deal! Brother Zhu has sat for five hours?" Most of the people who spoke were girls.

The strange thing is that no disciples refuted it, it was because there was nothing wrong with what these girls said!

When Zhu Wenhao was only at the early bast stage, he did meditate for five hours.

However, he himself did not get any good results. A moment of success could cause him to feel hot all over and lie down for several days.

After that, he only meditated for three hours every day!

Just like this, it only took Zhu Wenhao a short time to move from the early stage of bast to the middle stage and finally to the late stage of bast.

This astonishing speed of cultivation makes many disciples sigh!

Some warriors are unable to advance their cultivation throughout their entire lives, the reason is not that their talents are too poor, but their physique is too weak.

Time passed by minute by minute.

There are more and more disciples onlookers.

"It's five hours!"

Some disciples couldn't help being shocked.

The girl who had been bragging about Zhu Wenhao's power and brilliance had long since shut up and dared not speak.

What else can I say?This is almost breaking the record set by Zhu Wenhao!
What's annoying is that the Xia Chen in front of him doesn't seem to have reached his limit yet, his breathing is steady and he breathes out like a dragon.

The disciples who watched were all right, and some even started to gamble.

"I'll pay ten taels of silver, and bet that Junior Brother Xia Chen can sit for six hours!"

"I bet seven hours!"

The scene was instantly lively.

Fangzheng's table was covered with white pieces of silver, which amounted to about seven or eighty taels.

"Wait! I, Zhang, want to pay 100 taels, betting that my elder brother can sit for more than nine hours!"

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(End of this chapter)