ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

"How do you want to fight?"

Du Xinghe drew out his sword and swung it twice.

"Of course I want you to do your best, even if I have to lie in bed for half a month afterwards, it will be my honor," Jiang Zeman paused, thinking of the gap in realm between the two sides, and did not dare to be arrogant: "However, we still have to go on the stage tomorrow, so I have to ask you to hold back a little and stop when you are done."

When his barbarian blood was not activated, he spoke appropriately, like a polite scholar.

When he was fighting with Shenshui just now, although he beat the horse man so hard that he cried for his parents, he really held back. The injuries were only superficial. A medical practitioner could give him a few touches and he would be back to life.

"no problem."

Du Xinghe readily agreed.

She remembered when others treated her apprentice well: "Come on."

As soon as she stepped onto the martial arts arena, the other monks who were sparring stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her. Some even took out their camera stones to secretly record the scene.

Jiang Zeman roared, and his body swelled again. Blood-mist-like hot air rose from his body, and his blood vessels bulged. Du Xinghe's eyes were filled with purple, and through his purple pupils, he could see the ferocious remnants of the barbarians looming behind him.

It is said that in ancient times, racial conflicts were frequent in the Pingyun Continent, and there was no such thing as sparring. When they met, the only things they would do were life-and-death battles and reproduction. The barbarians, like many monster tribes, had to stick together to survive, and they evolved many blood-inherited skills that allowed them to invoke their ancestors' power during battles.

"Blood Soul Dragon Elephant Golden Body!"

A discerning cultivator blurted out and commented with envy: "My family doesn't have such an inheritance, and the ancestor of the sect can't help me fight. It's amazing to have a background... What about the other side?"

"You don't know the other side? The first person to cross the galaxy."

Those cultivators did not avoid people when they talked, and Du Xinghe heard it all clearly. After skipping a lot of the content that boasted about her, she roughly understood the inheritance of Brother Daoist Jiang's martial arts.

When you go out as a shaman, you have to offer sacrifices to the gods, but it doesn't cost anything for the ancestors to help their descendants.

The only way Du Xinghe could think of to ask his ancestors for help was to sprinkle his grandmother's ashes into the enemy's eyes during close combat, blinding them.

The amount of milk is not enough to cause a dust explosion.

While Du Xinghe was daydreaming, the giant axe and the human figure suddenly attacked her.

It jumped up quickly and dodged to the left.

Physical training is not only about training the body to the extreme, but also a very obvious feature when fighting is that the spiritual power will be wrapped around the body. When she opened the purple wisdom pupil, the trend of Jiang Zeman's spiritual power was clearly visible in her eyes, and she could see clearly which muscle would be affected first when she raised her hand.

In the first three minutes, Jiang Zeman couldn't even touch a corner of her sleeve.

He shouted again, and countless axe shadows surrounded him. The dense rain-like attack could not be dodged by agility alone. Her pupils turned, and she retreated to the back, but she gave up the light sword, and Chi Xiao flew out of the sheath, spinning like the wind in Wushan.

As the sword flashes up and down, the murderous aura makes people's hair stand on end!

After activating the Blood Soul Golden Body, Jiang Zeman had lost the fear that an ordinary person should have. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and his giant axe hit Chi Xiao. In a flash, the giant axe was broken into pieces by the remaining force of the sword, and the broken fragments were embedded in the wall for three inches, which shows its power.

But the heavy sword did not change its momentum and went straight towards Jiang Zeman's head!

At that critical moment, Jiang Zeman's fighting instinct made him gather all his spiritual power to his neck, just to save his life.

Is this the true strength of Senior Du?!

He suddenly realized that under the influence of the Blood Soul Golden Body, he felt very happy.

It was a good decision to come to Xihe Garden as we lost to such an opponent!

Du Xinghe shook his wrist, and Chi Xiao swooped up diagonally, just brushing his cheek and cutting off a tuft of hair. The sword energy was like thunder, and a deep crack was created on the ground behind him!

The difference between life and death is only half a finger.

Du Xinghe sheathed her sword and saw the silly boy staring at her blankly. There was a bloody scratch on his handsome cheek, and he looked like he was stunned. She couldn't help but laugh:

"We agreed to stop fighting."

The deacon of the martial arts arena hurried over, looking embarrassed.

We are just competing, why are you destroying the house?

But this is a Jindan cultivator. If a Jindan master takes action, it would be just playing house if he doesn't demolish your venue. They hesitated whether to ask Du Xinghe for compensation. Jiang Zeman came to his senses as if awakened from a dream, took out the spirit stone and told them that he would take all the compensation.

Du Xinghe was pulled by Xinyue to sit down, and he carefully checked it from head to toe. The Xueming that was originally thrown to the ground also flew back into the sheath by itself.

Shenshui protested: "Senior sister, you didn't examine me so seriously just now!"

Xinyue was touching her master all over, while glancing at him: "Can you compare with the master?"

Shenshui whimpered and leaned on his master's shoulder in grievance: "Master, I am so weak."

Du Xinghe was sandwiched between the two of them, and felt that fighting a battle with a physical cultivator was not as tiring as dealing with these two.

Jiang Zeman also came from a Xuan Dynasty immortal cultivation family. Although he was not as noble as the Ji family, he still paid the compensation for the martial arts arena. He quickly dismissed the people from the Nine Yang Sect and came over to bow deeply to Du Xinghe: "Thank you for your guidance, senior! I originally wanted to ask my ancestor to possess me so that I could fight with you for a few moves... Now I finally understand the gap between you and me. You were holding back the whole time, which is probably more tiring than fighting with all your strength... It's great to be your disciple."

He obviously understood why Du Xinghe agreed to give him another chance to compete with him.

It's just an opportunity to teach my disciples.

Shenshui nodded seriously: "Master is still good to me, don't be too frustrated, you are very strong, but my master is even stronger."

"Thank you for your comfort,"

Jiang Zeman laughed and said, "Senior, if you want me to fight your disciple again in the future, just tell me on the Jade Book. I can fight you as many times as you want."

"……what?"

Shenshui turned around and looked at Du Xinghe with tears in his eyes: "Master, is it too late for me to take back my words of comfort now?"

It's definitely too late.

After two rounds of sparring, Du Xinghe finally warmed up, but Jiang Zeman was completely convinced.

The way she was addressed also changed from fellow Taoist to senior.

During the conversation, he also showed his respect for his predecessor. He said that he had seen other sword cultivators before, but this was the first time he encountered such a strong one.

Du Xinghe was puzzled: "There are so many masters in the Xuan Dynasty, how come there is no sword cultivator with higher cultivation than me?"

"You must have heard what other cultivators said. I have barbarian blood, although it is not as pure as my predecessors... The strength of a cultivator is not only determined by his cultivation, but also by his physical strength." Jiang Zeman touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly, "You are so strong. Although I don't understand why your physical body is so strong, I just can't beat you. You are so powerful."

Every word of simple praise comes from the heart.

Du Xinghe asked: "That axe, is it your magic weapon?"

Jiang Ze was quite dazed when he picked up the giant axe. After a moment, he uttered an "Ah" and showed an anxious look, but he quickly put on a smile and said, "It doesn't matter! We are body cultivators with weapons all over our bodies. We don't rely on magic weapons. I can fight just the same with any weapon I change."