Chapter 47 Wait!
It’s no secret that cultivators can stay alive and have secret ways to maintain their skin. The foundation-building period is usually over several dozen years old.
"Very good, then let's continue to choose the opponent."
Jia Yan waved his hand magnanimously.
Jia Yan's subordinates here all sighed bitterly.
Boss, just because you are strong, it doesn't mean that we are also strong. Let's not mention that we have to deal with the masters of these sects. We even gave the other party the right to choose people. Doesn't this mean that we are waiting for others to die?
Being generous to others is a bit too much.
Jia Yan never considered the thoughts of these descendants of black believers.
In other words, buying them is already a huge favor, and this favor may change their lives.
With such a favor, if Jia Yan still had to consider whether they were willing or not, he might not be able to accomplish his task.
"I choose this friend."
The strong man who came up first didn't take advantage of others.
Instead, he chose a middle-aged man who was relatively powerful among the descendants of those who believed in black people.
Although the man is not a strong man, he is still muscular. I am afraid that he was doing hard work before becoming Jia Yan's subordinate.
As long as the descendants of black believers are male, they will be engaged in hard labor, so their power is limited.
In other words, Jia Yan thinks that the descendants of the black believers he purchased have more potential than the girls in the castle.
Even in the temple, the girls' families suffered a lot, but few of them were engaged in hard labor.
"Okay, I'll just do it."
The middle-aged man was also somewhat silent.
He was strong, but in his heart he was even more uneasy about the strong men that ordinary people were afraid of.
"You also use fists? To tell you the truth, during my foundation building period, even if I didn't use the magical flying sword, this wooden sword is enough to cut iron like mud."
The strong man who went out to fight pointed his finger, and a long sword flew to his side.
Although it is a wooden sword, it looks like a real sword.
The middle-aged man's expression changed.
He also wanted to use weapons, but Jia Yan had not taught them weapons within this week and had no time at all.
And if weapons are used, their combat effectiveness may be weakened.
"I don't need it."
After thinking for a while, the middle-aged man shook his head.
"Arrogance."
The strong man looked ugly, thinking that the other party looked down on him.
So after the elder referee on the sidelines shouted and started fighting, the strong man activated the wooden sword, raised it and stabbed the middle-aged man.
"Not as fast as expected?"
The middle-aged man subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for death, but after blinking his eyes open, he realized that the sword had just arrived in front of him.
He thought of something and quickly took up the footwork that Jia Yan had taught him.
He actually dodged away in an instant.
What?
The strong man in the foundation building stage was dumbfounded.
Are these really ordinary people who have only been taught for a week?
This footwork is quite common, but his speed...
"The power of black is so weird!"
"What level of power is this!"
The strong man once again used his sword skills, and the sword was like a deadly assassin that followed him like a shadow, chasing and killing around the middle-aged man's body from time to time.
But the middle-aged man kept repeating the three steps because Jia Yan only taught him three steps.
"Your moves are already worn out. Let me finish you off with my sword."
The strong man's face changed wildly. He raised his sword and stabbed at the empty door while seeing through the middle-aged man's dodge method.
But he saw the middle-aged man raise his fist and hit the sword edge back.
On the surface of his fist, a force of yin and yang that only belongs to the positive and negative exploded.
boom.
After the confrontation between the two sides, the man who retreated suddenly was the strong man with foundation strength.
There was some blood on the middle-aged man's fist, and he took two steps back.
But the strong man holding the weapon took seven steps back.
"Let's count this one as our loss."
Jia Yan looked at the blood on the middle-aged man's fist and said indifferently.
"This...I was knocked back by his fist, so I should have lost."
The strong man's face turned red and he apologized to Jia Yan.
He believed that he was repulsed even though he had taken a weapon, and the weapon only left a little blood on the middle-aged man's fist. He was afraid that the skin had just been broken, and there was no damage at all, so he was the one who lost.
"If I say lose, then I lose. You don't need to say any more."
Jia Yan drank coldly, making everyone present shrink their necks.
The power in this shout was like a volcano erupting. Anyone who was yelled at by the shout would probably be seriously injured.
"Senior has lost this match, but the master under his command is really eye-catching. His boxing skills and footwork are both outstanding. It's hard to believe that he is someone who has only practiced for a week."
The middle-aged man who retreated to Jia Yan was stunned for a moment after being praised.
He doesn't think he is strong.
The fight just now was just because he had reached the level of strength and instinctively sensed the way to avoid the battle.
What he went back and forth with was only the most practical tricks taught by Jia Yan.
If he continues to fight, he will probably lose, which will be uglier than a broken fist.
"I'm sorry, sir, I lost."
The man bowed to Jia Yan nervously, as if he wanted to take the blame.
But Jia Yan was not angry with him or anything.
"If you lose, you lose. I'm not here to ask you to win. However, if anyone can win but doesn't win, he will be severely punished when he goes back."
"yes!"
Everyone behind him quickly agreed.
And the eyes of all of them seemed to be faintly radiant.
After all, before the middle-aged man, no one thought that they could really compete with the masters of the sect.
But with this middle-aged man in front of them, these people finally had the courage and confidence.
The middle-aged man seemed to be stronger, but within this week, everyone realized that he was just average among them all.
Even he can have a good fight with that foundation-building master. As long as the rest of them absorb the experience well, I'm afraid the results will be even more brilliant.
These people have it right.
"I choose this brother."
When the second female Foundation Establishment disciple came on stage and selected a boy who looked thin but was actually ranked among the top five among the twenty-two people, the power of the victory burst out.
Boo hoo hoo.
The lancet of the female Foundation Establishment disciple rolled and danced in the air, but the young man dodged it repeatedly. He was as light as a butterfly and dodged all the attacks.
Then he punched back, and the female foundation-building master sprinkled blood in the air and flew towards everyone in the Wutian sect.
Even those who responded couldn't help but vomit blood.
"I'm offended. These subordinates have only trained for a week, and they don't know the severity of their attacks."
Jia Yan looked at the female disciple calmly, waved out his energy, and healed her injury.
"this……"
The master of my field and the elders looked at each other in confusion.
Are you still talking about practicing for a week?
Who believes it?
If it is said that a disciple can reach a Qi refining stage in one week, they believe it, even though they seem to have never witnessed it with their own eyes, there are legends of such geniuses in the world of immortality from time to time.
Can you create a group of foundation-building masters in one week?
No one can believe this.
In the foundation building stage, he is already considered a master in the world of immortal cultivation.
Those who casually cultivate into teams cannot be considered masters at all, but rather lousy people.
Therefore, everyone at Wutianmen thought that Jia Yan was deliberately pretending to be funny.
You said that you want to find trouble with our Wutian faction and just want to see our jokes. On the contrary, we can't defeat you, so you can just come directly.
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It's nothing to beat around the bush and let such a subordinate come to trouble us.
These people all sneered at Jia Yan's methods.
Of course, no one dares to say it on the surface.
On the contrary, we must greatly praise Jia Yan's so-called 'subordinates who have been trained in a week'.
"I...choose this one."
Another disciple came on stage and chose an old man.
This old man is probably in his fifties or sixties. Due to years of labor and lack of maintenance, he looks like he is seventy or eighty years old.
Because of Jia Yan's cultivation method, his muscles and bones have become rejuvenated, but his apparent age looks like he will be around for a long time.
A person in the foundation-building stage can definitely beat such a character.
But it backfired.
pyridine——
The old man actually took out a short stick and blocked the opponent's wooden sword with one stroke. Then he dug his fingers into the waist of the foundation-building master, causing the opponent to scream in pain.
"This...this time, you won again."
"Well, it seems that someone has learned how to fight..."
Jia Yan's face also looked a little ugly.
Didn't I just say that no one on my side would use weapons? Why did this old man use a stick?
And take action...
Seems a bit shady?
"Puff puff……"
Suddenly, he heard laughter coming from his feet. He looked down and understood everything immediately.
It turned out that it was Edisha who was laughing.
Only then did he remember that he had asked Edisha to teach these subordinates.
Did it turn out that this little devil taught the old man such a shameless way of playing?
"Edisha, how do you teach them such fighting skills?" Jia Yan asked with a frown.
"Hehehe, because this move progresses faster. Isn't Adisha very powerful?"
Editha almost burst into tears as she responded with a smile.
"Next time, don't teach indiscriminately." Jia Yan did not respond directly, but shook his head calmly.
"Okay, Edisha doesn't teach randomly anymore, Edisha teaches seriously." Edisha nodded, jumped up and down in a happy song, and went to the group of descendants of those who believed in evil behind to whisper something.
Jia Yan's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he always felt that this little guy was not doing anything good.
Why, Adisha’s naughty child has become more and more naughty recently.
If I had known earlier I wouldn't have brought her here, it would have been a hindrance.
"In the next battle, I will choose this friend."
The person who jumped on the stage was a fat-headed man with big ears. He looked at the descendants of the black believers here for a long time, and recently he hesitated and chose an ordinary boy.
Jia Yan shook his head.
This fat man with big ears was lucky. He didn't seem to pick the one, but he picked the weakest one among the twenty or so people.
Although each of the descendants of the Black Believers under his command have been promoted to the prefectural level, the one who has been promoted the slowest among them and is also considered the weakest by Jia Yan is the boy in front of him.
Sure enough, after the fat master slapped him with his fleshy palm a few times, the boy couldn't resist and was slapped to the ground, looking dizzy.
"You win this time."
"It's the senior disciple who has given in."
The fat man with big ears quickly apologized: "I have offended you so much."
He walked off the stage happily. This victory also gave some people from the Wutian faction present a little confidence.
Because the previous battles were too weird, everyone present was already afraid of the descendants of the Black Believers.
Mysterious things are often scary.
But this crisp victory made them regain their confidence.
It's just that the next battle will not be the victory they want.
The weakest man can perform many moves at the hands of a foundation-building master, let alone those who are stronger.
The descendants of those who believe in evil are becoming more and more confident.
They realize their own strength.
Therefore, the Wutian faction found that it became extremely difficult to win another match.
In the end, after ten challenges between the two sides, Jia Yan's team won the final victory with an absolute advantage of seven to three.
"As expected, he is a disciple of senior, with extraordinary fighting ability."
"It's good if you think so too. It will also make it easier for us to discuss future cooperation matters."
"cooperate?"
Jia Yan and the convinced leader of the Wutian Sect continued to discuss matters.
I don't want to be here at this moment... [There are only a few hundred words left, look for the official version at Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and it will be refreshed in half an hour] Years of labor and lack of maintenance have made him look like he is seventy or eighty years old. .
Because of Jia Yan's cultivation method, his muscles and bones have become rejuvenated, but his apparent age looks like he will be around for a long time.
A person in the foundation-building stage can definitely beat such a character.
But it backfired.
pyridine——
The old man actually took out a short stick and blocked the opponent's wooden sword with one stroke. Then he dug his fingers into the waist of the foundation-building master, causing the opponent to scream in pain.
"This...this time, you won again."
"Well, it seems that someone has learned how to fight..."
Jia Yan's face also looked a little ugly.
Didn't I just say that no one on my side would use weapons? Why did this old man use a stick?
And take action...
Seems a bit shady?
"Puff puff……"
Suddenly, he heard laughter coming from his feet. He looked down and understood everything immediately.
It turned out that it was Edisha who was laughing.
Only then did he remember that he had asked Edisha to teach these subordinates.
Did it turn out that this little devil taught the old man such a shameless way of playing?
"Edisha, how do you teach them such fighting skills?" Jia Yan asked with a frown.
"Hehehe, because this move progresses faster. Isn't Adisha very powerful?"
Editha almost burst into tears as she responded with a smile.
"Next time, don't teach indiscriminately." Jia Yan did not respond directly, but shook his head calmly.
"Okay, Edisha doesn't teach randomly anymore, Edisha teaches seriously." Edisha nodded, jumped up and down in a happy song, and went to the group of descendants of those who believed in evil behind to whisper something.
