On the ring, Lu Chen knocked someone off the ring again.
"If your cultivation level is only at the middle level of Breath Control Realm, then there is no need to suppress your cultivation level."
Lu Chen held the giant sword of the sacred tree, looked at the people in the audience, and said: "If you are above the advanced level of breath regulation, you only need to suppress your cultivation to the level of breath regulation."
When the monks in the audience heard that Lu Chen told him not to suppress his cultivation anymore, they felt that Lu Chen was looking down on him, and the scene suddenly became riotous.
"What do you mean? Look down on us?"
Dozens of monks who had not yet entered the battle directly pointed their weapons at Lu Chen and said, "Although you are really strong, we are definitely not weak either."
"I'm not looking down on you, but if you forcefully suppress your cultivation now, it has no meaning for the battle."
Lu Chen looked at everyone, and slowly spread out his cultivation aura, and a majestic pressure of spiritual energy appeared: "And I also want to see where my current peak strength is."
"How come you have such momentum?"
The monks under the ring were forced to retreat by Lu Chen's aura. Some monks who were seriously injured in the secret realm had to mobilize their spiritual energy to resist.
"This has really become a stage for Lu Chen alone. Have we really been abandoned by the times?" Sun Xiaohu felt the momentum emanating from Lu Chen, sighed deeply, and left the cabin directly.
Boss Wang, the leader of the God-killing team, stared at Lu Chen closely, thought for a moment and said, "This pressure of spiritual energy is already comparable to the level of spiritual energy at the eighth level of the Breath Control Realm, or even stronger."
At the round table, Sun Laoer looked at Lu Chen and slowly spoke: "On the first level of the Breath Control Realm, you can have the spiritual energy level of the eighth level of the Breath Control Realm. We didn't have this kind of power back then."
Wang Laowu grabbed a pot of wine and drank it in one gulp: "It's not just us, even the adults don't have such powerful power when they are at the first level of the Breath Control Realm."
"Youngest, the prosperous age is about to begin, and it's time for you to go out and practice."
Boss Wang touched his chin and said: "You challenge him now. It's just right that you go and test his true strength first, and also let me see your recent strength."
"Youngest, youngest?"
Leader Wang didn't hear the youngest's response and began to look around: "Where did this little thing go?"
"Boss, I'm downstairs."
A round-faced monk slowly appeared under the round table: "I just watched his battle. However, I still look down on him."
"He has no skills at all. All he shows is that he is powerful. And I suspect that these auras are just something he got by chance."
The round-faced monk sat on the steps, slowly stretched his body, and spoke lazily.
"With these things, he can be invincible against ordinary monks, but in front of geniuses like us, what matters in the end is the quality of spiritual energy and the skill in using it."
"My maknae, how many times have I told you to be more serious in your work? If it was a coincidence, how could he end all these battles with one move?"
"In the face of these people, I can also end it in the same way. It will not affect it at all." The round-faced monk did not understand the meaning of Boss Wang's words at all.
Boss Wang slapped the round-faced monk on the back of the head: "Okay, if you are also defeated by his one move, you don't have to go back to the God-killing Team."
"Oh, I know boss."
The round-faced monk touched his head and stood up reluctantly: "I am almost thirty years old. Can you please stop patting me on the head all the time? I will become stupid."
Boss Wang kicked the round-faced monk on the butt and cursed angrily: "Go on, why did he talk so much?"
"Boss..., stop kicking, I'll go right away."
The round-faced monk touched his butt and walked towards the ring again.
Boss Wang looked at the leaving round-faced monks, shook his head and said, "Song Ping, Song Ping, don't let us down next time."
…
What Lu Chen did was like an extreme contempt in the eyes of the monks in the audience. These monks couldn't wait to rush up and beat Lu Chen up.
However, due to the rules of Fengtian Mansion, the monks in the audience slowly looked at Jun Wudi, seemingly asking for advice.
Lu Chen used the giant sacred tree sword in his hand to dance a sword flower in front of him: "No need to think about it, there are still forty people who have not shown up. Come up one by one quickly. The celebration banquet is about to end."
Master Jun looked at the stalemate in the audience, poured a glass of wine into the wine glass in front of Jun Wudi, and said, "Second uncle, let them go. I also want to see how strong little Lu'er is."
Jun Wudi took a sip of wine and said silently: "Since Xiao Lu'er wants to give it a try, you can go ahead. Until the point is reached, you can only use martial arts. It is absolutely forbidden to use large-scale killing techniques."
Lu Chen raised the sacred tree sword again and looked at everyone: "Come on, Uncle Jun has agreed."
"My lord, do you agree?"
The monks in the audience looked at Jun Wudi and nodded, took out their weapons, roared and wanted to rush to the ring.
"Brothers, please wait."
A fat man who had been eating meat was sitting next to the ring. He directly inserted the pig leg in his hand on the table: "Let the old pig go first. My old pig has a strong body and is best suited to take the lead."
The monks in the audience saw that it was the fat pig who was talking, and instantly made way for a direct path to the ring.
The fat man stood up quickly, raised his hands to Lu Shen and said with a smile, "My name is Fat Pig, I am at the fifth level of Breath Control Realm. Let me test your strength first."
After saying that, Fatty Pig took out a nine-foot nail rake with both hands, his spiritual energy circulated rapidly, and a full-body armor covered his body.
"boom……"
The fat pig exerted his strength on his feet and ejected directly into the air, landing heavily on the ring: "Young man, I am a few rounds older than you, so I can be considered your big brother for the time being."
"I advise you to regret now before it's too late. If you don't suppress your strength, the martial arts techniques I use will not be comparable to those of a person who has just entered the realm of breath control."
"It's not too early, just go ahead."
Lu Chen shouted softly, clenched the giant sword in his hand, and tentatively slashed a tiny stream of sword energy towards the fat pig.
The sword energy was accompanied by the wind element, rushing towards the fat pig as quickly and violently as a hurricane. This skillful use of the aura released made everyone in the audience a little surprised.
"What a good boy, you can turn your spiritual energy into a sword just after you adjust your breath. There is still some skill."
The fat pig directly waved the rake, smashing the spiritual energy into pieces, and shouted at Lu Chen: "Next, eat the old pig first and let me rake it."
Lu Chen controlled the giant sword of the sacred tree and slowly moved it in front of him: "Huh, just come up with all your strength."
The fat pig controlled the spiritual energy in his body and quickly spurted it into the rake in his hand. The nine barbs of the rake swelled in the wind and expanded two feet in an instant.
The nine-tooth rake sank toward the landing like a mountain bearing down on top.
This was also Lu Chen's first real level-crossing challenge after entering the Breath Control Realm.
"Come on, let me see where the gap between me and the world is now." Staring at the fallen rake, Lu Chen shouted, and the spiritual energy in his hand accelerated.
"boom……"
With a soft sound, the Green Emperor Sacred Tree instantly turned into a shield above its head, directly blocking this attack.
"Not bad, I'm going to be serious next time, old pig."
"Beast transformation."
Fatty Pig watched his first attack being blocked by Lu Chen. He laughed at Lu Chen and the spiritual energy in his hand increased in speed.
In an instant, the muscles on the fat pig's body grew stronger in the wind, and its body instantly became taller and stronger by three or four feet, like a monster beast.
"Physical training?"
At the round table, Mr. Jun looked at the changes in Fatty Pig and was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that there is physical cultivation in Jianghai Region?"
"Physical training? What does that mean?" Nan Tian Yijian looked at Mr. Jun, a little confused: "Why haven't I heard of it before?"
Jun Wudi looked at Fatty Pig's huge body and explained: "Physical cultivators are monks who specialize in body training. The current spiritual energy is enough for monks to use it, so it's normal that you haven't seen it before."
"This is a practice method unique to the Northern Territory. They mainly practice physical training."
"Although their cultivation is not very strong, their physical strength is at least forty or fifty times stronger than monks of the same realm."
"Forty or fifty times? So strong." Nan Tian Yijian's eyes widened when he heard this Jun Wudi's explanation.
"My current attack may not even have a scar on him. Is it still too late for me to switch to physical training?"
Mr. Jun looked at Nan Tian Yi Jian, thinking wildly, and poked him hard with his finger: "Stop thinking about it, body training is the most painful way to practice, and it is also the least effective practice."
"In one stage of physical training, people often work hard to refine the body for hundreds of years, but the improvement is far faster than practicing spiritual energy. Therefore, most people now choose to major in spiritual energy and minor in physical skills."
"Well, then I'd better work hard to cultivate spiritual energy." Nan Tianyi Jian nodded helplessly and looked at the ring again.
The fat pig's size has gradually stabilized, occupying almost a quarter of the arena: "Here we come, young man, don't underestimate the monks in the Breath Control Realm."
"Body refining cultivator?" Lu Chen looked at Fatty Pig, his eyes slightly closed: "Humph, I happened to meet an expert today, and I happened to try out my body refining results."
Fatty Pig roared, picked up the rake and rushed towards Lu Chen. Every time he took a step forward, a crack would appear in the ring under his feet.
"My strength has become much stronger, but..."
Lu Chen snorted coldly, slowly retracted the giant sword of the sacred tree, and looked at the fat pig with his bare hands: "The stronger the body becomes, the less sensitive the body becomes."
"Why did you put the weapon away? Was he frightened?" Seeing Lu Shen's actions, the monks in the audience began to discuss.
The round-faced monk glanced at the ring and said, "One minute, no, thirty seconds at most."
"What?" Everyone was confused and looked at the round-faced monk: "What do you mean by this?"
The round-faced monk looked at the faint golden light on Lu Chen's body and said, "I said Fat Pig's playing time will never exceed thirty seconds."
