noveltune Chapter 17 Perhaps, I have some talent?
Chapter 17 Perhaps, I have some talent?
With a loud bang, Zhu Si Niu slammed heavily against the side of the stone table several meters away, then was thrown back down at the foot of the table. His eyes bulged out in disbelief, and a trickle of crimson blood slowly spilled from the corner of his wide-open mouth.
Wang Yan then conjured up a divine inscription from his sea of consciousness: "A mountain presses down, suppressing all speech for a quarter of an hour!"
The profound energy that had just been mostly restored in his body poured out again, transforming into the phantom image of the Yunding Sect's gate, carrying a heavy pressure like a mountain, pressing down on the fallen Zhu Siniu.
As for the fact that this divine inscription doesn't exist in the combat techniques published within the sect... whatever!
As the towering, multi-story sect archway suddenly appeared, it grew to several feet tall and several feet thick in the blink of an eye, before crashing down on Zhu Si Niu on the ground.
The young man in the Buddhist robe, Hu Jingfa, Qiu Xuankuang, and Qiao Bendu were all astonished, their eyes wide with surprise.
Huo Erdan, Di Nan, Zhao Mingtong, and Zhong Jinghuo all subconsciously opened their mouths slightly, stunned.
Zhu Siniu's pupils also contracted suddenly in shock, and a combination of the character "神" (divine) immediately appeared between his eyebrows. He also shouted in a panic.
"Break through with a powerful punch!"
But the fist, which quickly condensed to the size of a bowl, immediately collapsed upon contact with the immense power of the sect's archway phantom.
Immediately afterwards, his lips moved erratically, but he couldn't utter a single word. His entire body was directly suppressed by the illusory image of the sect's archway, which had shrunk to half its original size but was now twice as thick.
Seeing Zhu Siniu's face turn red with panic, and he was whimpering urgently from his nose, looking directly at Zhong Jinghuo, Wang Yan narrowed his eyes, clenched his right fist, and stared at the astonished Zhong Jinghuo with a warning look.
Meeting his fiery eyes, Zhong Jinghuo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhu Siniu on the ground, and then looked at him again, his gaze immediately shifting away guiltily.
Just then, Wang Yan suddenly heard Zhao Mingtong shout in shock and anger, "Wang Yan, are you crazy? Stop it!"
Wang Yan's face was ashen. He tilted his head slightly, his still bloodshot eyes slowly turning a few degrees before he stared sharply at the resentful Zhao Mingtong. His tone was chilling, filled with a strong threat: "You shut up too, or I'll beat you up too!"
Zhao Mingtong was stunned for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. Then he saw his clenched fist and quickly blushed with embarrassment and anger: "What right do you have...?"
Di Nan suddenly walked over, put his hand on Zhao Mingtong's shoulder, and said with a serious expression, "Junior Brother Zhao, don't say anything!"
Zhao Mingtong was taken aback. He glanced at Di Nan's five fingers, which were like an iron fist, his eyes flickered, and then he looked at the young man in the magic robe beside him. His lips trembled slightly, but he ultimately did not speak.
Seeing that Di Nan looked at him with sympathy and understanding, without any anger or blame, Wang Yan's anger finally subsided a little.
A few breaths later, he turned his head again and saw that the young man in the Dharma robe still had his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, but the displeasure in his eyes had turned into doubt. He forcibly suppressed the many dissatisfactions in his heart and said indifferently.
"Grandmaster, there's no point in saying more. This disciple wants to apply now, and everything will be based on the results of the application."
Seeing the young man in the Dharma robe pause slightly, then a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, Wang Yan met his gaze head-on without flinching.
No matter who it is, if they dare to stop him from becoming powerful, he will remove them!
A few breaths later, as the young man in the Dharma robe frowned more and more deeply, the door to the room next to him with the character "Wind" suddenly opened with a creak.
The tense atmosphere paused, and everyone turned to look.
Then Hu Jingfa, dressed in a deacon's robe, walked out of the room with disheveled hair and a sullen expression.
Qiao Bendu was taken aback at first, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to greet him: "Uncle-Master Hu, are you also testing the Divine Character here!"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Mingtong hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Uncle-Master Hu!"
"Hmph!" Recognizing the two of them, Hu Jingfa immediately turned hostile towards Zhao Mingtong, glaring and coldly snorting, "If it weren't for the fact that the alchemy furnaces refined by your grandfather's disciples weren't very reliable, why would I have come here to test my new divine script!"
Seeing Zhao Mingtong's face turn red from the reprimand, Hu Jingfa looked at Qiu Xuankuang with displeasure: "Xiao Qiu, why are you letting them stay here? Make them leave!"
Qiu Xuankuang glanced awkwardly at the young man in the Dharma robe whose face was ashen, then gave a dry laugh and repeated his reasons.
Hu Jingfa looked at Zhu Siniu, who was still silent on the ground, with surprise, then frowned and looked at Wang Yan with great suspicion: "You, came here to apply for the new divine script?"
"Hey kid, you're dreaming! Even if you have the 'Endurance' spirit to help you and have great patience, have you ever considered that what you've created might have been created by others as well, just with mediocre results and without being publicized?"
"Just like now, you're using the sect's outer gate to suppress this kid and prevent him from speaking. In the inner sect, at least five disciples know something similar! Besides, your cultivation isn't as high as his, so you can't hold him off for long."
Wang Yan, who was getting impatient, looked at Hu Jingfa with surprise.
Yes, this expert has good judgment; he didn't doubt his originality.
However, considering that Hu Jingfa came out of the room with the character "风" (wind) in its name, and wind, to some extent, also means speed.
Wang Yan raised his head, stiffened his neck, and retorted loudly, "Perhaps, this disciple has some luck and talent in this combination of the character 'divine'?"
Hu Jingfa paused, then his face turned cold, and suddenly a flash of light appeared.
Wang Yan felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could react, his wrist was firmly gripped by Hu Jingfa. He was immediately shocked.
"What is he going to do?"
Just then, a burst of scorching energy swiftly flowed from Hu Jingfa's broad palm into Wang Yan's palm.
Then, through his Laogong acupoint, it surged like an electric shock throughout his meridians.
Wherever it passed, it felt as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron, causing excruciating pain.
again!
Wang Yan's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, and a surge of grief and indignation rose in his heart once again. Enduring the burning pain, he quickly summoned the four characters "God" from his mind.
"Cool as water!"
A moment later, a cool, powerful energy swept through his body, chasing after the scorching hot energy and soothing his burning meridians.
However, the difference in Xuan Qi was too great, and the cooling sensation was extremely weak. Wang Yan felt as if his whole body was a piece of charcoal that was rapidly igniting and about to burst into flames.
My hair is releasing heat, it's so hot!
Just then, Hu Jingfa suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
Then, as if the tide were receding, the intense heat quickly withdrew from Wang Yan's body.
Then, Wang Yan saw Hu Jingfa loosen his grip.
Moreover, looking at him, doubt replaced his previous displeasure, and he slowly said, "Your meridians are indeed wider than those of an ordinary level two spiritual sprout, and your sea of consciousness is indeed slightly larger than that of an ordinary town-level spiritual sprout..."
Wang Yan was slightly taken aback.
Is he praising himself?
He was just checking his own body, not there to punish someone?
With his mind racing, Wang Yan straightened his back solemnly once more, insisting firmly, "Uncle-Master, whether it works or not, we'll know once we try."