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Chapter 7 Humility and Respect
"Spiritual practice is not such an inconvenient thing!"
As soon as Lin Xiaoyou finished speaking, the area around the martial arts arena fell silent for a moment.
The crowd erupted in chaos.
"It's really broken!"
"Three levels of embryonic breathing, circulating throughout the body!"
"He was only on the second floor just now, right?"
Is this book authentic?
Chen Shou trembled as he held the booklet.
It wasn't fear, it was excitement.
He discovered a business opportunity.
It was as if he could see countless spirit stones beckoning to him.
He suddenly raised the book in his hand.
"See that!"
"Chapter One is guaranteed authentic!"
"Chapter Two, Live Serialization!"
"Buy now, only four Spirit Shards per book!"
"Didn't you just have three?"
Chen Shou turned around and blurted out, "That was a pre-sale, this is the official sale!"
"Buy it or don't, it's up to you!"
In the system space.
Li Xun looked at the screen and suddenly stood up from the rattan chair, almost falling to the ground.
"What a talent!"
"It's a real loss to the cultivation world that Chen Shou isn't doing operations."
"I'll definitely get him a card sometime!"
However, considering his appearance and what he had learned about him over the past two days, Li Xun quickly fell silent again.
Poverty is not a problem.
The problem is that they are consistently poor.
This guy goes to the market when he has money, and spends all his money on women.
On the stage.
The smile on Liu Ye's face had vanished.
He stared at Lin Xiaoyou, his fingers clenching tightly.
"A breakthrough in the heat of battle?"
Lin Xiaoyou nodded: "Mm."
Liu Ye's eye twitched: "You've been pretending for three days?"
"I didn't install it. I just broke through, didn't you see?"
Lin Xiaoyou spread his hands.
Some people in the audience couldn't help but laugh.
Liu Ye's face turned red.
This is what he can't stand the most.
Zhao Cheng sat on the side of the table and tapped his fingers on the surface.
He looked at Deacon Wu.
Deacon Wu put down his teacup and finally looked up.
"That's interesting."
Zhao Cheng whispered, "Perhaps he swallowed some kind of pill and broke through the barrier in a short time."
Deacon Wu did not respond.
The six chakras of the fetal breathing realm.
Xuanjing, Chengming, Zhouxing, Qingyuan, Yujing, Lingchu.
The first three rounds focus on circulating qi and blood and stabilizing the foundation.
Breaking through a skill barrier in the heat of battle is not uncommon.
But a servant who had been stuck at the second level of fetal breathing for years suddenly stepped into the cycle of rebirth in full view of everyone.
This isn't a big deal.
It's not small either.
On the stage.
Liu Ye took a step forward.
"So what if I break through to a higher realm?"
"I'm also at the third level of fetal breathing!"
Before he could finish speaking, he raised his fist and threw a punch.
The menial disciples didn't possess any particularly advanced magical abilities.
Most of them are basic techniques such as fist and foot fighting, short swords, and basic qi control that can be practiced by everyone in the sect.
Whoever has a strong foundation and the greatest courage will win.
Lin Xiaoyou did not back down.
He stared at Liu Ye's fist, with only one thought in his mind.
Liu Ye's monthly allowance.
Half a shattered spirit.
A bottle of Peiyuan Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine).
There's also a spirit stone discount.
This punch was not a punch.
It's money.
boom!
The two fists collided.
Lin Xiaoyou's arm jerked, and he took a half step back.
Liu Ye also took a half step back.
The audience lowered their voices.
"This doesn't seem like someone who has just broken through to a higher realm."
"His breathing is quite steady."
"Could his talisman seed in the mirror be real?"
Liu Ye's expression turned even uglier.
He originally intended to punch Lin Xiaoyou off the stage.
But he didn't gain any advantage in that last move.
Lin Xiaoyou shook his hand.
pain.
But I can endure it.
He wasn't incapable of playing before.
It's just that my cultivation level is too low, so I'm not qualified to reason with people.
Things are different now.
With the same level of cultivation, he believed he feared no one.
What's more, he also has a data plan to protect him.
Even if it's a head-on confrontation, he's not afraid at all.
Liu Ye gritted his teeth and charged forward again.
This time, he didn't use his fists.
He pulled a short stick from his waist.
The stick is jet black, with an iron cap at the front.
Immediately, someone in the audience shouted, "The young man can't use heavy weapons!"
Liu Ye sneered: "According to the rules of the servants' quarters, it's acceptable if the blade is not sharpened."
Zhao Cheng sat beside him without saying a word.
That's the default.
Lin Xiaoyou looked at Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng picked up the teacup, pretending to drink it, and avoided his gaze.
Lin Xiaoyou understood.
Liu Ye's arrogance isn't due to his strength.
It's because someone let him win.
In the system space.
Li Xun, who was watching the live broadcast, squinted.
"Okay, okay."
"So, it's a case of biased refereeing, huh?"
The user has been detected to be in a dangerous state.
[Should we activate the temporary boost service?]
[We can advance users 100MB of data for next month, with a 20% handling fee; 80MB will be credited to their account upon receipt.]
Li Xun touched his chin.
"No rush."
"Wait a little longer."
The user may be injured.
"I'm not afraid of getting hurt."
"What I'm afraid of is not being satisfied enough."
Li Xun paused.
"Let's wait until he's cornered before we talk about it."
On the stage, Liu Ye swept his short stick horizontally.
Lin Xiaoyou raised his arm to block it.
"Bang!"
His arm went numb, and he stumbled back three steps.
Liu Ye caught up and began to beat him with his stick.
a bit.
Two times.
Three times.
Each strike was aimed at the shoulders, ribs, and legs.
Not fatal.
But it's ruthless enough.
The laughter from the audience stopped.
"Bang bang bang!"
The blows landed squarely on Lin Xiaoyou's skin, leaving him unable to defend himself.
Chen Shou stood there, holding the book, dumbfounded, his throat dry.
"This isn't right."
"Chapter Two isn't written like that."
Someone nearby sneered, "Didn't you guarantee it was authentic?"
Chen Shou stubbornly insisted, "The competition isn't over yet."
He felt a sense of panic.
Brother, don't die.
If you die, I can't afford to refund your money.
Lin Xiaoyou was forced to the edge of the stage.
My heel was already on the edge of the court.
Liu Ye lowered his voice: "Young friend Lin, kneel down now, call me 'Big Brother,' and burn the book. I'll only break one of your legs."
Lin Xiaoyou looked at him.
Did you bring your monthly allowance?
Liu Ye was stunned for a moment.
The next moment, his face contorted.
"court death!"
A short stick came crashing down on his head.
At that very moment, a notification popped up in Lin Xiaoyou's mind.
Dear customer with outstanding payment,
[We have detected that you are about to encounter a significant purchase.]
[Do you wish to prepay for next month's basic package?]
[Advance payment of 100M, handling fee of 20M, 80M credited to account.]
[Friendly Reminder: Winning this match will waive one spirit stone of your outstanding fee.]
Lin Xiaoyou's eyes lit up instantly.
The senior has arrived.
The senior still felt sorry for him.
Although a handling fee is charged.
"Advance payment"
[Advance payment successful.]
[Current available bandwidth: 80MB.]
[Exchangeable: Fourth Level of Fetal Breathing - Azure Origin Wheel, requires 80M.]
[Redeem or not?]
Lin Xiaoyou did not hesitate.
"exchange."
boom!
Just before the short stick fell, Lin Xiaoyou's internal energy suddenly surged.
The fourth level of fetal breathing.
Qingyuan Wheel!
Liu Ye's short stick was powerful and heavy, but Lin Xiaoyou's speed suddenly increased.
"Click."
The stick struck the ring and broke.
The severed piece bounced back, heading straight for Liu Ye's face.
Liu Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively stepped back.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Xiaoyou raised his hand, grabbed the broken stick, and pulled it backward.
Liu Ye lost his balance.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiaoyou punched him in the chest.
"Bang!"
Liu Ye was sent flying backwards and crashed heavily off the stage.
Dust rose up.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Lin Xiaoyou stood on the stage, still holding half a broken stick in his hand.
He looked at Zhao Cheng.
"Senior Brother Liu."
"I'll still call you senior brother for now."
"From now on, when you see me, young friend Lin, in the sect, keep your head down and behave respectfully."