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The vitality around him vibrated slightly, Zhuo Zangfeng saw that the palm power was coming rapidly, his body rotated rapidly, and there was a loud bang, and the strong force of his palm all hit the wooden box behind him.

Zhuo Zangfeng's body technique was very ingenious, the palm force did not hit his body directly, and the wooden box withstood most of the power. Even so, the Xuan Jin coming from the wooden box almost shattered him. The pain was so intense that he almost fainted.

At this point, the wooden box began to tremble violently.

Zhuo Zangfeng felt a greater force coming from the wooden box behind him, tearing apart the Xuanjin of Monk Yuande like a mountain. The vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated, and his whole person rose into the air, spinning like a top.

In mid-air, all the internal organs seemed to be about to shatter, and he endured the blood foam that surged to his throat, Zhuo Zangfeng slowly flattened his body and fell to the ground.

When the people saw the monk slamming the young man in the air with one palm, they exclaimed again and again, and they were all in awe and fear of Yuande.

"The vitality in the monk's dantian qi sea is so powerful!"

"The young man is more than lucky!"

Liu Daci smiled, "Congratulations to Master Yuande for reaching the seventh rank of martial arts!"

This is actually just a compliment, Yuan De was shocked inexplicably, his own Xuan Jin could not drive the vitality of heaven and earth, but with the not very strong vitality in the sea of dantian qi condensed in the palm of his hand, seeing that the young man was full of vitality around him, it was not his own ability, could it be that he was inadvertently affecting the surrounding vitality, and accidentally bumped into the realm and ascended to the seventh rank of martial arts?

In fact, there are too many luck elements in his heart, where is it so easy to practice in the world?

The rising force was dissolved by the vigorous vitality, and Zhuo Zangfeng slowly lowered and stood firmly on the ground.

He himself was equally surprised, and his body was not hurt much except for a slight pain. Although he could rely on the spinning top to dissipate part of the monk's palm power, such a result was unexpected by him. Even if it is said that the wooden box heals wounds, it will never have such a quick effect.

He stood on the ground, his body straight, and the huge vibration still made blood spill from the corners of his mouth, but his face was calm, his eyes were clear, and he had a fearless spirit.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, the boy could still stand?

This is the Seven Qualities of Martial Arts?

Is it possible that even a young man who can't practice in the Seven Grades of Martial Arts Realm is helpless?

The crowd was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into a tidal wave of applause.

Knowing who everyone applauded, Yuan De's face was pale, and the pride had disappeared, replaced by deep hatred. I can't wait to make up for it and smash the other party.

He was also puzzled, his Xuan Jin could be shattered with a single blow even if the bluestone was blown, and this young man was unscathed, why was the wooden box behind him as strong as iron, what was it?

Liu Daci squinted and watched, and also had questions about the wooden box behind Zhuo Zangfeng. His eyes were firmly fixed on the inconspicuous wooden box, pretending to be generous, and he lifted his beard and laughed: "Okay! Come up!" and then said to the people downstairs: "If anyone is confident that he can be slapped by Master Yuande, he can also go upstairs." ”

The Tang Dynasty used martial arts to win warriors, and the most important martial arts grade. Due to the arduous cultivation of martial arts and the need to spend huge energy and financial resources, the probability that ordinary people can cultivate martial arts is extremely low.

Therefore, even a nine-rank martial artist will be regarded as a genius in cultivation and will be treated like a moon by the stars.

Just like Zhuo Zangfeng, although he is talented, he can't comprehend the mysteries, absorb the vitality, and no one to guide him, so that he is confused, and he hasn't touched the threshold of cultivation at the age of fifteen.

Entering the attic tower as an ordinary person, he was the first. The other people could only look at the tower and sigh.

Zhuo Zangfeng held his head high and strode up to the attic.

The upstairs is spacious and tidy, with many seats, Liu Daci sits in the middle, and beside him are all celebrities.

In the middle of the square table was placed an object, covered with a delicate silk, and the outline of the sword was faintly visible. Next to it is an incense burner, and the cigarette smoke curls. In Zhuo Zangfeng's view, the taste is no different from the incense in the Taoist temple.

Yuan De went upstairs and let him sit down, he stared at the cup of hot tea in front of him, his expression was unhappy, and sometimes he looked sideways at the wooden box behind the young man, looking uneasy.

Zhuo Zangfeng's status is low, and he was lucky enough to go upstairs, but he has long been despised and disliked by everyone upstairs, and no one cares about him at the moment, let alone any seats.

He could only stand, looking at the high-ranking people in the building touting each other, with an indescribable disgust in his heart. When he turned his head, he found that Liu Chuian was by his father's side, staring at him viciously.

He must have been wondering why I'm still alive. Zhuo Zangfeng guessed what Liu Gongzi thought, but responded with a more aggressive gaze.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Liu Chuian's eyes became uncertain, and finally stopped looking at him, and said nothing with a cold face.

Liu Daci stood up and raised his glass to drink, but his face was full of spring breeze, and it seemed that his official position had been restored.

Zhuo Zangfeng took a few steps forward and said in a loud voice: "Lord Liu, can you allow the kid to describe the matter in detail?"

Before he could finish speaking, one of the guards rushed up and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him back.

Behind him was a large drum, and he was unsteady on his feet, and his head hit the drum directly, making a "thump" sound.

There was a sound of laughter in the building, Liu Daci waved his hand to stop, only then did he remember the young man, looked at Zhuo Zangfeng and asked: "You don't know how to practice, and you have to go upstairs desperately, just for the old Taoist priest of Qingyunguan?"

Zhuo Zangfeng said: "Yes." ”

Liu Daci asked again: "Are you sure that the person who burned down the Taoist temple is Master Yuande." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng raised his head, looked at Liu Daci's eyes, and said absolutely: "If it weren't for him, I would be willing to offer the head." ”

Someone immediately answered: "Bastard, how much is your head worth?"

"It's a great kindness that you can go upstairs, and then make noise here and pull it to fill the army. ”

Liu Daci closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then scolded: "Ignorant boy, dare to make a big fuss about the 'Xiangjian Conference', tie me up!"

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't expect Liu Daci to turn his face like a book, and when he saw the two soldiers approaching, it was too late to take off the bow and arrow, so he hurriedly picked up the drum hammer on the ground and threw it hard.

Although those soldiers are not the masters of the Nine Rank Martial Arts Realm that Liu Fu boasts, they can be regarded as battle-hardened, and their martial arts are naturally not weak. The two of them stepped forward separately, and with one hand, the drum hammer had already fallen into the palm of their hands.

Zhuo Zangfeng had already taken the opportunity to jump on the drum, and the two soldiers jumped up and gave chase. On top of the big drum, one left and one right grabbed his arms, fell down, and the three of them fell to the ground at the same time.

In the interval between the landings, Zhuo Zangfeng's muscles and bones shrank, he broke away from the two of them like a fish, and stood up on the ground with one hand, about to draw a bow and arrow, but he didn't prevent Yuande's big sleeves from fluttering, and he had already sent out a mysterious strength and knocked him to the ground.

One said: "This young man is very agile. ”

One person retorted: "The apes on the mountain are spirited, what can they do if they don't know how to cultivate?"

Liu Daci snorted and said, "I don't know the current affairs! With my friendship with the mage, how can I believe your words?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Zangfeng had been tied to a thick nanmu pillar. The Xuanjin of the monk Yuande made him hurt even more, and he endured the pain in his heart, and looked at everyone in the building angrily.

Liu Chuian came to his senses, ran to him in a few steps, tore the bow and arrows from him, and then broke the feather arrows in the quiver one by one, and scolded while folding: "Let you shoot arrows!"

Liu Daci gave a look, and the soldier took off the wooden box behind the young man, hugged it to his chest, and solemnly placed it in front of him.

His eyes fell on the box, and when he saw that the wooden box was beautifully carved and there was no hinge lock, he looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help frowning: "This box is really weird? ”

Zhuo Zangfeng was extremely sad and indignant, this time he believed Liu Daci, not only did not find justice for the old Taoist, but also lost the wooden box.