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“Fan Hua Temple is not a place for showing off and arguing. We have no right to give way. Please leave and do not disturb the peaceful cultivation of the Taoists in the temple.”
This is surrender!
The people gathered together looked at each other, as if their fists had collided. Some of them even turned their gazes to the boy standing in front of them, wondering how he would react.
Without saying a word, Zhu Di walked to the door and swiftly took down the plaque hanging on it.
"you dare!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest was furious. He waved his long sleeves, but seeing no opportunity to exert his strength, he suddenly swooped down in front of A-Jiu. In the next instant, the sound of bones breaking was heard. The Taoist priest flew back even faster, clutching his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Ju's answer was no.
"Didn't you admit defeat?"
According to Xu Fu's teachings, he had to remove the doorplate to make up for the loss, and in the eyes of this simple-minded boy, there was nothing wrong with that.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was both angry and furious: "Fanhua Temple has been around for nearly a thousand years and is one of the key points of the Taoist sect. If we take down the sign on the door, won't we be laughed to death?"
Zhu Diwen ignored his thoughts, hoisted the door panel onto his shoulder, and turned to leave.
The expressions on the faces of the people gathered together turned to one of extreme surprise. They wanted to laugh but dared not, and simply clapped their hands silently, thinking to themselves that this kid was too arrogant, daring to even slap the face of the Dao Sect.
"Stop!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest roared, endured the excruciating pain, and stood up, muttering one word after another.
"Didn't you want to find someone to compete with? You wait here, I'll go find someone to compete with."
After saying that, he turned and went back to the Taoist temple.
Zhu followed the orders: he placed the plaque on the door and then patiently stood in front of the two men.
A dozen minutes later, a group of people dressed as Taoist priests appeared at the door. The leader was an old Taoist priest with a baby face, white hair and a youthful appearance. He had a whisk wrapped around his wrist and had the demeanor of a reclusive monk.
The old Taoist priest's real name was Zhao Hongyi, and his Taoist name was Xuanzhen.
He first scanned the crowd, then strode to the plaque on the ground, finally fixing his gaze on Aju. The sacred halo in the boy's eyes truly shocked him.
To have cultivated to such a high level in fifteen years is truly remarkable.
Ju stepped forward.
"Who among you wants to compete with me?"
Zhao Changqing sighed, "Taoism is a place of quiet cultivation; people don't know how to interact with others."
Ju replied, and then closed the door again.
Zhao Changqing "..."
He finally understood what the student was saying. The boy's mind had no foundation; he only recognized one cause of death. Words were useless; only action could solve the problem.
"Daoyuan, keep moving forward, and don't hurt anyone."
"Understood, Master."
A Taoist priest in his thirties stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of Aju. He had a short beard, wore a simple Taoist robe, and had an ancient face that made it impossible to discern his true nature.
Zhu asked as Xu Fu had instructed.
How many games do we have to play?
Dogen said, "One game."
Simple words convey powerful confidence.
"Can we start now?"
Maybe.
As soon as he finished speaking, a tiger's roar suddenly erupted, the boy's eyes turned blood red, and a terrifying killing intent surged in all directions like a tsunami. His inner force burst out from his pores, swirling around his body and transforming into a faint red tiger shadow.
Unlike Linda, whose Kryptonian body is a battery that absorbs the sun's energy—an energy without any inherent properties—he utilizes his inner aura, possessing the will of his own body, and manifests a more ferocious and majestic tiger shadow.
In a sense, Zhu Di was practicing orthodox techniques, while Linda was just a small hut.
Everyone was stunned by this scene and couldn't help but back away, their faces showing deep fear.
The old Taoist priest's expression changed drastically, and he cried out.
"The journey is long, step back."
Unfortunately, it was too late: Dao Yuan, shrouded in the tiger's shadow, had no time to move before being struck in the chest by A Zhu, who rushed over with lightning speed.
The energy from the red fist tore through his clothes, pierced his body, and then landed on the distant wall, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on it.
Daoyuan angrily spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly sank into the ground.
The boy, acting like a madman, even bit the neck of the person he was talking to, but at that moment, a sharp pain shot through his head, a green light flashed in his eyes, the murderous intent vanished, and the blood light dissipated.
The boy reverted to his former innocent and carefree self, scratching his head, looking around blankly, and only answering after a few seconds.
Did I win?
His response was silence.
The experience on screen was completely different from the experience in person, and the audience finally understood why someone wet their pants in the stadium.
This guy is a demon on earth.
Several Taoist priests rushed to Dao Yuan, who was lying on the ground severely injured. One of the priests felt his pulse and, after examining him, his expression turned extremely grim.
"His internal organs were severely damaged; he was barely clinging to life."
The Taoist priests were furious and stared at A'Zhu with predatory eyes.
The boy hesitated for a moment.
"Didn't we say we'd only fight one match?"
"You are..."
"there!"
Zhao Changqing walked over and stared intently at Aju.
That was a game we lost.
"I want to take that plaque with me."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes, his lips trembling slightly.
Zhu Di didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up the door panel, and under the stunned gazes of everyone, he raised his head and walked away.
Chapter 1433 World's Number One
Analysys is very famous, but nobody knows him or anyone knows him.
This was the perfect stepping stone for Zhu Di to transition from successfully practicing martial arts to cultivating immortality.
As one of the major branches of Taoism, Fan Hua Temple holds an extraordinary position in the world of supernatural abilities. However, even such a place had its nameplate removed by a fifteen-year-old child.
Trees have life, and people have appearances.
The gate plaque represents the face and dignity of a sect. Now, the dignity of Xiaoyao Temple has been trampled on, making it a laughing stock for many.
Those in the ancient martial arts world who were initially hostile to Ajiu couldn't help but gloat: It turns out it wasn't that we were weak, but that the enemy was too strong. Even cultivators couldn't defeat them, let alone martial artists.
People's ideas are truly amazing.
They used to hate Zhu Di with a passion, but now they are secretly cheering him on, hoping that he can consolidate his gains and defeat all the Taoists.
At this point, the second challenge also emerged.
Objective: Castle view.
This time, without Dirk's shouts, the boxers spontaneously stood up to support and encourage each other. Although Aju had brought shame to many schools, it was undeniable that he was a native of China, the last disciple of the Lingxiu School, and practiced the ancient boxing technique, the True Tiger Fiend Scripture.
From any perspective, he is a representative figure in the world of ancient martial arts.
The ancient martial arts world is challenging the Taoist sect. As equals, how can we not support them?
In addition, the people who gathered together wanted to see just how powerful the "Tiger Demon Scripture" really was.
More than a thousand people, accompanied by fans and reporters, appeared in a grand procession at the entrance of Qingcheng Temple.
The main gate of the Taoist temple slowly opened, and the temple master, Han Liqing, appeared in front of the gate with the help of his disciples. When he saw the dark mass of people, he couldn't help but frown.
"so many people!"
Senior disciple Cheng Lin said in a deep voice, "The other side came prepared, and this battle is probably unavoidable."
Han Liqing yielded and remained silent. Qingcheng Temple followed the talisman school, specializing in performing rituals to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits. They were not proficient in martial arts, so they were naturally not afraid of ordinary opponents, but it was a different story when facing someone like Ajiu.
"The Roar of the Tiger and the Cry of the Dragon" is a true story!
Han Liqing sighed and said to his junior brother.
Go save your life, win or lose.
The disciples' expressions changed slightly, and Cheng Lin sighed.
"Don't worry, Master, I will never lose, not even in death."
After saying this, he strode forward. Three minutes later, amidst cheers from the crowd, Zhu Di lowered a plaque inscribed with "Qingcheng Temple" down the mountain, leaving behind the seriously injured Cheng Lin and a group of Qingcheng Temple Taoists with complex expressions.