Chapter 12 Struggle for the Heavenly Gate on Swing

　　Liang Dong picked up a pen in front of the door of the earth, his name and origin of the door in front of the door of the stickers, brush a write, he sneered, striding into the "earth door" road. 　　Behind him followed by three companionable brothers and sisters, also striding into the mountain gate with their heads held high. 　　The South China Sect has a total of fifty-seven people here, including seven initiated disciples, the rest are all registered disciples and servants first-class, while the Guangyuan Sect also has forty-two people, including five initiated disciples, nearly a hundred people will come to the horse and carriage, imposing. 　　However, they are not in a hurry to reach the summit, but first sent a few disciples, including Liang Dong, up the mountain to test the attitude of the Mingcang Sect. 　　If all the way to the top without any obstacles, then the disciples of the two factions naturally do not need to be polite, a breath of air to completely sweep down the face of the Eastern Lord, if Liang Dong and others are blocked, they can also be detected ahead of time, and will not be in a state of disarray. 　　After Liang Dong passed the head of the mountain gate, see the two sides of the cold exceptionally, the line of sight along the mountain road all the way up, it is empty, can not see a silhouette, and the mountain gate outside the disciples of all sects of the scene formed a strong contrast, he could not help but laugh: "really is a payback for the payback, this time it is also the turn of my Guangyuan faction to fall a drop of the face of the Mingcang faction, three years ago the insults suffered by the dynasty will be a time to get back! I will definitely get back the insults I suffered three years ago." 　　Behind him, several brothers and sisters nodded their heads in agreement. 　　Liang Dong was even more pleased with himself, waved his big sleeve and said, "All senior brothers, follow me to the peak! Pave the way forward for Senior Brother Wen Jun." 　　He thought that there was no one here to stop him, so his voice was extremely high and traveled all the way out on the mountain path, when a clear and cold voice came from not too far away above a large boulder, "But is it Senior Brother of the Guangyuan Sect?" 　　Liang Dong was taken aback as he looked up, only to see a person sitting on that boulder, looking down at himself. 　　Being looked down upon like this, he was displeased in his heart and coldly grunted, "Precisely, who are you?" 　　That person stood up and said in a deep voice, "I am Zhang Yan of the Dimming Cang Sect." 　　Liang Dong unconsciously took a step back, due to the other person's back facing the sunlight, he didn't see the other person's appearance clearly for a while, narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you want?" 　　Zhang Yan smiled sparingly and said, "Nothing else, inviting a fight." 　　Liang Dong hesitated for a moment and said, "A civil fight or a martial arts fight?" 　　A literature fight was to cut and dice etchings and deductions as Mo Yuan did, while a martial arts fight was to compare techniques. 　　After building Yuan, the cultivator's arms have the strength of a thousand pounds, but also the ability to wrestle with lions and tigers, breaking rocks and opening monuments, Xuanmen cultivators practiced to the human way, before opening the veins in order to prevent in the years and years of meditation in the muscle decay, unbearable to use, but also from time to time to practice some of the strong muscles and bones of the art of fighting. 　　Xuan Wen will be, although the main text, but the cultivator is not a scribe, the upper courtyard of the cultivator for the grabbing of the treasure land of the immortal pills, fighting each other to kill more fierce, so the law will also often have than fighting skills. 　　But there are also many disciples do not care about this, the reason is that after the opening of the vein, you can learn the superior method, flying sword decapitation skull, handful of soil into steel, most of the cultivator's strength is reflected in the treasure and flying sword, so that the physical skills is a small road. 　　However, not the family disciples, not to mention the magic treasure flying sword, even if the potion talisman book can not be easily obtained, rely on only their own body, so in the technical attack on the road is still a lot of people value. 　　Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "Both are possible." 　　Liang Dong's spirit lifted and he couldn't wait to pick up the conversation, "Martial combat then!" 　　He was not from a worldly family, and had almost no accomplishments in the Eroding Arts, so how would he dare to fight in a martial arts battle? If a named disciple like him wanted to make a name for himself in the Dharma Assembly, he could only rely on skillful fighting to gain fame, so he chose martial combat without hesitation. 　　He is still confident in this, in order to collect the five elements of the divine sand, he also often walk in the desert mountains and swamps, fighting with tigers and wolves, not to say that and a few good at this path of the senior brother than, but just to deal with the never-heard of Ming Cang sect disciples, should be no problem. 　　However, after Zhang Yan leapt down from the boulder, Liang Dong's confidence was shaken, and in his heart, he marveled, "This Zhang Yan is so tall!" 　　Zhang Yan stood there, a head taller than any normal person, and just this aura didn't dare to let people underestimate him. 　　However, Liang Dong is also a sensitive mind, good at opportunistic generation, his eyeballs a turn, while Zhang Yan has not yet made a move, not even greeted, then a punch over, trying to hit Zhang Yan a surprise. 　　Zhang Yan's senses are sharp, see the other party's toes pivot, shoulder shrug, know that the other party to make a move, and from the direction of Liang Tong's pulling force he predicted the angle of this punch, even dodge did not hide, eyes open, shouted, fist "Boom" burst a sound of the air, but also a step ahead of the other party smashed into the door of the face. 　　Liang Tong did not expect Zhang Yan will suddenly open his voice to shout, and the fist actually came first, the mind could not help but tremble, the fist slightly lulled, only to hear a "bang" sound, Zhang Yan has already smashed his fist on the bridge of his nose, Liang Tong fell back to the sky. 　　When he looked at him again, he was already lying on the ground with a face full of blood, completely unconscious. 　　Zhang Yan took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fist, without the slightest change in expression on his face, and raised his eyes to look at the remaining three. 　　These people looked backward and drew a breath of cold air, hesitantly not daring to go forward, however, they were unwilling to retreat and could not help but freeze there. 　　Zhang Yan laughed and said, "You and the others should go up together." 　　Several Guangyuan Sect disciples looked at each other for a few moments and nodded, group fights were also within the permissible scope of martial arts fights, as long as the party competing in the competition agreed, three years ago, Chen Feng fought one against many, if not for his willingness, no one would have pulled the plug and surrounded him. 　　The three men exchanged a few words with each other and then had a plan, they divided into left, center, and right direction Zhang Yan slowly surrounded up. 　　Zhang Yan stood there motionless, only looking at the person in front of him, as if he didn't care about the people on either side. 　　The person directly across from him saw Zhang Yan's previous punching momentum, and did not dare to be careless in his heart, according to the pre-discussed plan, he suddenly took a step forward, and his fist wanted to strike, and his idea was to attract Zhang Yan's attention positively, and create an opportunity for his companions on the left and right sides. 　　How did he know that when he moved, Zhang Yan also moved at the same time, taking a step forward and punching him in the face. 　　This person was prepared, trying to fight, did not want to stop under the heart of the bitter, Zhang Yan's fist is powerful, punching the whole body's strength concentrated in a point, he simply can not block, his arms involuntarily disengaged a scattered, can only watch Zhang Yan's fist in front of his eyes zoomed in, and then heard a muffled ringing in his ears, mouth teeth and blood sprayed out, the whole person flying out in a whirlwind. 　　At this time, the left and right sides of the people have not yet come around, they saw Zhang Yan put down the first one, the momentum could not help but be taken for one, Zhang Yan has followed the impulse to take advantage of the momentum of a turn, a step, from the back of two people into the side of a person, the left side of the person did not have time to react, he was his palm chopped in the neck and neck, stumbled a few steps, "plopping" lying on the ground! He fainted. 　　Seeing that the situation was not good, the last person was also sensible and immediately opened his mouth and said, "I admit defeat." 　　Zhang Yan arched his hand with an indifferent expression. 　　That person sighed in relief and hurriedly went to greet several Daoist children to carry away the masters and brothers lying on the ground. 　　Although the injured people were full of blood and looked appalling, but Zhang Yan's hands were measured, plus these cultivators were also tough, including Liang Dong, they were only injured but not dead, just a short period of time is not able to fight with others. 　　Zhang Yan shook his head, in his opinion, these few people's skills were miserable, empty strength did not know how to use. 　　In his previous life, due to the lack of guns and ammunition in the apocalyptic world, he could only use simple weapons to fight with mutated beasts, and people couldn't be trusted, every day, people would fall to their deaths on the streets in order to fight for a little bit of food and water, and living in that kind of world, you had to pay attention to whether or not someone was going to lay a hand on you when you were sleeping. 　　As a member of the upper echelon of the survivor camp, his fighting skills are all based on the real thing, and he is extremely concerned about efficiency, without any tricks or unnecessary movements, simple to the extreme, only seeking to end the fight in the shortest possible time. 　　After coming to the world for the first time, he only felt comfortable and relaxed, and his long-silent fighting consciousness also awakened. 　　At this time, Ai Zhongwen walked out from the Head Mountain Gate, and he couldn't help but look at Zhang Yan a few more times, praising, "I can't believe that Senior Brother Zhang turned out to be good at the Way of Technique Strike as well, so it seems that I was overly concerned originally." 　　Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "The path of skillful strikes, my Xuanmen flying swords and magic treasures are the most powerful tools for killing." 　　Ai Zhongwen nodded his head in agreement, and then he reminded, "The Guangyuan Sect specializes in talisman books and incantations, and I'm afraid that they are prepared this time, so Senior Brother Zhang must be careful." 　　The Guangyuan Sect's talisman books were amazing, capable of steeply increasing one's combat power by more than a few times, it was just that talisman making was not easy, and it was a pure waste to use it on the disciples of the Lower House, but there was no guarantee that they wouldn't do so this time after suffering a loss at Chen Feng's expense at the previous meeting. 　　Zhang Yan smiled brightly and said: ''There is no harm in it, the soldiers will come to stop the water and cover up the earth. Besides, there's still a senior brother who's there to fill in the gaps, so what's there to be afraid of?" 　　Although Ai Zhongwen came from a family, he always had a heroic feeling in his chest, otherwise he wouldn't have been told by Zhang Yan in two or three sentences that his blood would surge, and he would come together to block the disciples of the two sects, and after listening to these words, he was also in a stirring mood, and immediately nodded his head in the affirmative. 　　Of course, rather than believing in Zhang Yan, he believed more in the background behind him, so inexplicably, he had great confidence in Zhang Yan. 　　It was just that he didn't know that the reason why Zhang Yan chose to block the disciples of the two sects was definitely not for the sake of any honor or disgrace of the sects, nor was he trying to show off a moment of bloodthirsty bravery, he had never been so kind, but had other plans in mind. 　　Understanding Chen Feng's experience at the Dharma meeting three years ago, and learning that there was not much difference between Chen Feng's cultivation and his own, he suspected that this was the other side of this is taking this opportunity to polish the yuan qi, so he asked Ai Zhongwen repeatedly asked Chen Feng what he did on that day, and refused to let go of even the slightest detail. 　　Ai Zhongwen thought that Zhang Yan admired Chen Feng's demeanor, and did not tire of telling him what he knew in detail. 　　After listening, it deepened Zhang Yan's judgment. 　　View Chen Feng that day in the South China Sect Tianmen Road, he first seven days of sleeplessness, inviting more than fight, and then seven days of exhaustion, a few difficult to support, and then seven days of growing vitality, more and more courageous, to the last seven days instead of radiant, twice as good as before. 　　Look at the changes in this January, simply can be described as a mystery. 　　Zhang Yan also noted that Chen Feng returned to Cangwu Mountain not long after the opening of the Immortal Vein to the upper courtyard, surprisingly, from the "Yuan Cheng into the real" threshold of a leap, so he boldly speculated that Chen Feng must be in the month of January to get a great benefit, so the cultivation straight to the next level. 　　However, Chen Feng's path had its own method, so it was impossible for him to copy it completely, and it was even impossible for him to know the details. Just have the remnants of the jade in hand, he is not afraid to find the real method of quenching yuan qi, once failed to try twice, twice failed to try three times, three failed to try ten times, always try out the real method. 　　He waited here, and Liang Dong was carried out from the mountain gate, immediately let these few days of sleepy disciples of the sects excited, feel the good show is about to be staged, this news did not take long to also spread to the two sects of the foot of the mountain in the ears of the disciples, the original momentum of the momentum suddenly for a setback.