my fairy man simulator

Chapter 12
"This son is called King Wolf. He grew up among wolves since he was a child. He drank blood like a fur. Five years ago, when Ben was out hunting, he happened to meet him, so he was rescued from the wolves, adopted as his adopted son, and named Wang Lang, teach him martial arts and kung fu, and learn morality and etiquette.

Calculated according to bone age, this child is exactly 15 years old this year.I originally sent him here as the candidate for the third game, but I don't know who you sent, Master Abbot? "

Looking at Wang Lang with crazy eyes, like a mad wolf, General Wang said to Fang Zhang Benzhen as if he had seen his most proud work.

"Amitabha, General Wang is very good at planning."

Seeing this ferocious beast-like king wolf, Benzhen frowned, and took a deep look at the king wolf.

Such a terrifying character, who resembles a human and a beast, seems to be born for killing. Even if his martial arts level is equal to or even slightly higher than his, he may not be an opponent.

And since General Wang sent him as the finale, his martial arts cultivation is definitely not ordinary, and he is definitely a terrifying person!I'm afraid there are not many young disciples in the temple who can fight against him.

However, if he admits defeat at this point, wouldn't Baozhu Temple's thousand-year reputation become a stepping stone for others?How can Benzhen be willing to let this go?Even if he achieves a positive result in the future, how can he face the many senior monks who have already reached bliss in the temple?
"Everyone, among the disciples under the age of 15 in this temple, who is the strongest disciple who can face this king wolf?"

Ben was really unwilling, so he turned his head and said to the leaders next to him.

"Returning to the abbot, Jingyan, a disciple of the Bodhidharma Academy, joined the hall three years ago. He made a breakthrough in skin refining in one and a half years, and he broke through in Yijin in one year and eight months. .Now I have practiced through the two big tendons of my whole body, and I am moving towards the great success of Yi Jin, and my strength is extraordinary. According to the old monk, Jing Yan can be the one who gambles in the third game, and win glory for my Baozhu Temple!"

As soon as Benzhen's words fell, Bender, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, stepped forward and offered a recommendation.

"Senior Brother Bende's words are wrong. Your Bodhidharma Academy's Jingyan is indeed good, but when it comes to martial arts, my Prajnatang Jingyuan is even better."

Hearing Ben De's words, Ben Yin, the head seat of the Prajna Hall, quickly retorted:

"Senior Brother Bende, you said that Jingyan broke through to the great achievement of skin refining in one and a half years, but you know that Jingyuan only took one year and four months to achieve such an achievement.

You said that Jingyan made a small breakthrough in Yijin five months ago, but Jingyuan achieved it eight months ago, and now he has practiced through the five major tendons of the human body, and has gone through the road to Yijin. Half, far better than net extension! "

Ben Yin spoke with a smile, his face full of pride and joy.

Don't think that monks don't have the heart to compare. In fact, even the saints in myths and legends have seven emotions and six desires, and they are extremely embarrassing and lucky.

In Baozhu Temple, Prajna Hall and Bodhidharma Hall have been hard to distinguish since they were established thousands of years ago. During these thousand years, either you overwhelm me or I overwhelm you.

For example, among the Yuan characters of the previous generation, Bodhidharma Academy has been firmly suppressing the Yuan Shen of Prajna Hall by relying on the Yuan Yin just played.

But now that the feng shui is turning, the current disciples of the Jingzi generation in my hall have finally produced such a peerless genius as Jingyuan, whose talents are even stronger than the previous generation's Yuanyin and Yuanshen, so it is natural to be careful. Show off.

"Amitabha, it's because my junior brother is really powerful. I didn't expect that your Prajna Hall is not showing off mountains and dews. Among the disciples of this generation of Jingzi, there is such a talent as Jingyuan. If you train well in the future, I am afraid that there is hope for great success in your inner energy. Fan, the brother lost."

Bender proclaimed the Buddha's name when he heard the words, his eyes were full of envy.

The way to change tendons is to cultivate the 36 large and small tendons in the human body to make them as strong as a cow and as tough as a tiger, and can withstand the strong pressure and wear in the warrior's body.

Among them, the beginning of Yijin is to cultivate 24 small tendons, and only after the 24 small tendons have been cultivated can one officially enter the Yijin Xiaocheng, and then start to practice the twelve large tendons of the human body.

That Prajna Tang Jingyuan is only 15 years old now, but he has successfully cultivated all five major tendons of the human body. He is afraid that he will be able to achieve the great success of quenching blood before the age of 25, and start to break through the inner energy. Such a talent is really amazing.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Bende is honored. Although Jing Yuan is a rough jade, but he is still young, he still needs to be well-crafted. Now he is talking about the inner qi, but it is a bit far away. Don't let him feel proud. So as not to miss his future."

Hearing Bender's praise, Benyin said humbly, although the joy on his face did not diminish.

In this way, the two of you talked to each other, and they selected the players for this battle, and only the head of the Arhat Hall was left envious, with a wry smile on his face.

The aptitude of his Arhat Hall disciples was the worst among the three monk halls, and the resources allocated, such as Baicao Pills and other cultivation elixir, were far inferior to those of the Dharma Hall and Prajna Hall, so his strength had always been ranked among the three monk halls. Worst of all.

Now, Jing Ming finally came out, and his talent and qualifications are not inferior to the disciples of Dharma Academy Jing Yan and even Prajna Hall Jing Yuan, but because the resources in the early stage can't keep up, he wasted two years in the realm of leather refining.

Although I had my own help in the next year, and often gave him cultivation pills, but every step was slow, every step was slow. Although Jingming has made amazing progress, he is still a little short of completely training the small tendons and breaking through the small tendons. Not to mention practicing through the large tendons of the human body and breaking through the easy tendons.

"Ah! Time is fate!"

Ben Guan sighed in his heart, looked at Gu Han with some guilt, and then didn't say a word.

But Gu Han felt Ben Guan's gaze, and after looking at each other, he didn't speak, and he didn't have the idea of ​​recommending himself to make such a show.

His current strength is still weak, and there is still a lot of room for improvement. Therefore, during this period of time, he will develop silently and lay a solid foundation for the real world in order to deal with the upcoming battlefield.

If he was noticed by General Wang because of his limelight, and insisted on joining his army and letting him fight for him, then Baozhu Temple must not be able to refuse.

After all, he is not the head of the school, but a small disciple of the pure generation. Although he has some talent, in the eyes of others, he can't even break through the internal energy in the future. It is not worth the whole Baozhu Temple to fight against General Wang for him.

If the abbot really sells him at that time, he will either betray the temple, or he can only waste time, and even risk his life to fight on the battlefield.

Although there may be a lot of resources in the army, life and death on the battlefield may also help him make a breakthrough quickly, but this is for him who has two worlds of martial arts and a solid foundation in martial arts, and he will almost certainly be able to reach the pinnacle of this world in the future. explain……

In fact, there is no need!
So now that the abbot doesn't choose him, why should he ask for trouble?Add to worry!
"Okay, since there are no other candidates for the first seat, let's send Banruitang Jingyuan to fight!"

After Bender and Benyin finished their recommendation, the abbot Benzhen waited for a while, and found that no one spoke again, so he made a decision and made a final decision.

"Yes! First seat! Jing Yuan respectfully obeys the decree of the first seat."

Hearing the true words, the little monk Jingyuan's eyes flashed with joy, and he strode forward.

He has practiced martial arts for several years, and now he finally has the opportunity to show his martial arts in front of everyone. For his undecided mind, he is naturally happy, and he is eager to show it in front of others.

"Please!"

In the arena, as soon as Jing Yuan stepped into it, he opened his mouth to remind Wang Lang, and then leaned forward slightly with his hands and feet, posing a starting gesture.

This is the opening gesture in the secret martial art "Bodhi Palm" of Prajna Hall, which is called: Bodhi Hug Zen!

It is said to be able to attack when advancing, and defend when retreating. It is loved by countless disciples in the Prajna Hall. Generally, when the disciples of the Prajna Hall compete in martial arts, they use it as a starting hand to make themselves invincible.

"Ow!"

Sensing Jing Yuan's aggressiveness, a tyrannical look flashed in Wang Lang's eyes, his animal nature instantly overwhelmed his rationality, his eyes became extremely cold, like a lone wolf in the jungle, he swung a single knife in his hand, stomped his footsteps In an instant, several green bricks under his feet were shattered, and his body rushed towards Jingyuan like lightning.

"Crash!"

Countless air was cut ruthlessly, and a white horse pierced through the void. The Werewolf king's sword was integrated into one, with a magnificent momentum, and the sword slashed straight down, as if it could open mountains with power. Split in half.

"What! Yijin Dacheng! This kid's martial arts talent is so high, but he is only 15 years old, and he has already reached such a level?"

Seeing Wang Lang's terrifying speed and explosive power, Abbot Benzhen of Baozhu Temple and the six chiefs looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Just now, the King Wolf's whole body was restrained, and he didn't breathe at all, just like an ordinary person. They haven't seen the difference yet, guessing that no matter how powerful his talent is, at most he can be as good as Jing Yuan, and he can break through Yi. Small tendons can be achieved, but it is extraordinary to practice a few big tendons.

How could he have thought that his talent was beyond the expectation of himself and others, and he had reached the realm of Yijin Dacheng at a young age!
"Could it be that the king of Tang is really destined to be a potential dragon, and luck can't help him. Otherwise, it's only been a year since the incident, how could there be such geniuses as General Wang and Wang Lang joining him at the same time?"

Benzhen and many chiefs were shocked, and looked at King Tang and General Wang in amazement.

"Haha! Master Fangzhang misunderstood, Lang'er is not a great master of tendon-yielding, not even a small master of tendon-yielding, but has just broken through the limit of mastery of skin-refining, not long after he started Yijin, he just managed to get through two or three small tendons. "

General Wang laughed out loud when he saw the monks were surprised.

"Well, how is this possible? Whether it is strength or speed, this king wolf has clearly reached the level of Yijin Dacheng, and even belongs to the middle class among Yijin Dacheng warriors. How could it be possible that he has just broken through Yijin?"

Looking at the tiger-like king wolf, Bender, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, said in shock.

This sentence is really unbelievable, even with his state of mind of practicing Zen and reciting Buddha for decades, he couldn't maintain it at this time, and couldn't help asking.

"Haha! Master Bender has a picture, how can I lie to you? It's just that my son's talent is really extraordinary. I think that when I met him for the first time this time, he was only ten years old at that time. He can Chasing tigers with bare hands.

Now after several years of careful teaching by General Ben, even if Lang'er is a beginner in Yijin and can compare with ordinary Yijin masters, what's the difficulty?What's the surprise? "

General Wang looked at the many heads of Baozhu Temple and explained, his eyes were full of complacency.

It's just that he was proud, and in the field, the little monk Jing Yuan was really uncomfortable.

"This person is so scary, let's see if he can think of a way to delay a little longer, no matter what, he can't lose too quickly."

Seeing Wang Lang's speed and explosive power far surpassing his own, Jing Yuan's eyes flashed with solemnity, and his heart felt a little chilly, but he quickly made a decision.

You can't win this game, but even if you lose, it's better to lose.

Jing Yuan was certain in his heart, and then his body quickly retreated. At the same time, his palms moved in unison. A pair of fleshy palms seemed to be poured with fine iron, making palm shadows, and slapped the two sides of Wanglang's sword with incomparable precision, turning it in a different direction. , and at the same time constantly displaying body skills, entangled with Wang Lang.

The style of play was the same as that of Shi Rui and Yuanyin just now. In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for more than ten rounds and dismantled dozens of moves. It seemed that neither of them could do anything to the other.

But after counting breaths,

"Ow!"

There was a wolf howl, and Wang Lang saw that he was still unable to defeat him, his eyes became more tyrannical, and his murderous intent was soaring. The long knife in his hand was three points faster, like an antelope hanging horns. Changing from chopping to chopping, it was like cutting down trees with a huge axe, fast and fast, the power and speed were extremely terrifying, far exceeding Jing Yuan's expectations.

"not good!"

Seeing the sudden attack of this terrifying knife, Jing Yuan was so frightened that his brows twitched, his body's potential was stimulated, and he used an iron bridge in an instant as if he had no bones, narrowly dodging the knife, and then pushed his palms down hard With a push, he flew up like a flea and fell far behind.

"die!"

Just when Jing Yuan had just landed, before he recovered his senses, the thin body of the king wolf leaped vertically, stepped out in a few steps, and in a blink of an eye, it was more than ten meters away, and at the same time, the killing intent in his eyes was overwhelming, making it daunting , and finally slashed fiercely towards Jing Yuan's front door.

"My life is over!"

Feeling the sharp blade wind, Jing Yuan's face was ashen, thinking of his concern in the world of mortals, he lamented in his heart, and regretted that he had acted impulsively, but now, he can only close his eyes and wait for death.

"stop!"

"stop!"

"General Wang, tell him to stop!"

……

Seeing that the disciple in his temple was about to die under the long knife of the king wolf, the abbot Benzhen and all the leaders were furious, and they used lightness kung fu to rush over quickly, trying to save Jing Yuan's life.

It's a pity that Jingyuan retreated twice just now, and the current distance is already tens of feet away from many leaders. Even if the leaders burst out with internal energy and surpassed tigers and leopards, they still couldn't catch up for a while. When he stopped Wang Lang, he could only watch helplessly as his long knife fell.

"Zheng!"

A sound of gold and iron colliding sounded, as if pig iron hit bluestone, or as if two soldiers suddenly met, under the eyes of everyone present, either excited, or regretful, or indifferent, or indifferent.

Wang Lang's four-foot-long knife was firmly held by a pair of fleshy palms, like a sword firmly grasped by a blacksmith's tongs. No matter how Wang Lang stepped on the ground, his face was crazy, his hair was waving, and his mouth No matter how much he roared, he couldn't shake him half a point.

(End of this chapter)