Even without the divine artifact or magical power, Deng ChanYu is a top-tier warrior in this era. The fighting instinct of the Feng race, which is usually unused, has now been stirred up by this high-frequency battle.
Deng ChanYu defeated the tenth enemy and was exhausted physically and mentally. She felt that she needed to take the initiative, and could not simply allow enemies to appear randomly from the Wuhuan side.
The enemy side was familiar with her moves and the ones who volunteered were those who thought they had some chance. If she continued to fight in this way, she would have no time to recover her strength, so it was necessary for her to choose the opponents.
At this moment, her record of ten consecutive victories had drawn the attention of the entire Wuhuan village, and all the Wuhuan people had come out to watch.
She picked a small man who looked only about a meter tall among the crowd, "That little guy, you, come out. You've been staring at me all this time. I've had enough of you!"
Under Deng ChanYu's gaze, "the short guy" stood up and was over three meters tall! The guy had been sitting on a short stool before.
Deng ChanYu: ""
In the HongHuang world's Wuhuan, most are over ten meters or even twenty meters tall, but under the pressure of the Pangu world, they are almost all normal size. To be able to grow to three meters can only be said to be very strong!
She hurriedly corrected herself: "Incorrect, incorrect, I was referring to the auntie beside you!"
The aunt looked ordinary, but once her Qi and blood started flowing, her muscles swelled all over, making her look like a living female Kinnara.
Ta Ji was introducing from the side: "This aunt seems to be the mother of the Wu Mountain."
Is it the so-called "likes farming" Wu Mountain? Is her mother so fierce?
Deng ChanYu wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Auntie, it's not you, not you, it's that, that old man with the bamboo fan!"
That's right, she just wanted to take on an old man to satisfy her desire.
The Wuhuan side exclaimed in surprise. She didn't understand what they were saying because of their fast speech. It wasn't long before the Wuhuan people whispered to each other for a few sentences, and then the crowd dispersed. A towering, extremely muscular, giant shaman warrior emerged from the crowd, with arms thicker than Deng ChanYu's waist and a white beard that reached his navel, resembling an enlarged dwarf.
Deng ChanYu's heart skipped a beat. The "old man" I was talking about isn't like this at all.
As the top-tier human warrior versus the Wuhuan old warrior, it is difficult to say who is stronger.
Deng ChanYu's answer is that in twenty moves, the opponent dropped his fan and wielded two large hammers, swinging vigorously as if possessed. She gave her utmost performance, driving her Qi and blood to their peak, with faint phoenix illusions floating behind her. Nonetheless, the old warrior found a loophole and struck her Dragon Sword Qing Long with one hammer before sending her flying over ten meters with another. She landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust that filled the sky. It took a long time for her to get up.
The Wuhuan side mumbled a couple of words, and the defeated Wuling brought over a bowl of somewhat turbid, greenish substance that looked like vegetable soup.
Ta Ji took the soup bowl, holding back laughter, and walked over to Deng ChanYu, speaking softly and specially gentle: "Da Lang, it's time to drink the medicine."
She had heard someone tell this story before.
Deng ChanYu: "What is this medicine?"
"This is..." Dai Ji secretly translated in her mind, and then spoke in Yin language: "It is a concoction developed by the ancestral Wuhuan, Shabi, which can quickly restore one's vitality and strengthen the origin."
Dai Ji hesitated for a moment and spoke in a low voice: "They said you're a bit weak and need to be replenished."
Deng ChanYu's eyes widened. "I'm weak? If I'm weak, then what about the guys I defeated just now?"
Dai Ji shrugged, it was them who said it, not me.
"Will this really have no effect when taken down? And will there be any price to pay?" Deng ChanYu was hesitant. She remembered that Shabi was the ancestor of the poisonous Wuhuan. Can she really drink this greenish stuff?
This time, Dai Ji was very confident, assuring that the Wuhuan people would not resort to poisoning and that it was safe to drink without hesitation.
Deng ChanYu defeated ten opponents, so she had a small reward. Dai Ji, who was defeated by only three moves, had not yet received any reward.
"Alright!" Deng ChanYu took the large bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The anticipated pain soon descended, but it was not the usual kind of pain. Instead, it was a pain felt in every drop of blood and every muscle in her body.
Even without magical power, she refused to abandon the refined demeanor of an Xuan Men Xian Ren. She sat cross-legged on the ground, closed her eyes, and tried her best to endure the searing pain within her body.
On the other side, her ten defeated opponents were being scolded by the Wuhuan old man, Wu Zhan. They were being reprimanded so severely that they were howling like young wolves.
Dai Ji once again challenged the Wuhuan warrior.
This time, she was better prepared and had also accumulated a lot of experience in dealing with Wuhuan warriors. It took her until the thirtieth move before she was struck in the ankle by Wuling's staff, causing her to fall defeated.
The body is a ferry boat for crossing the world, and everyone who practices cultivation knows this. Deng ChanYu wouldn't claim that she was a complete beginner in cultivating her body with the Nini-Shenqiu method. However, she was not a newbie on this path.
The XuanXian and JinXian grades were hard to say. Regardless, when she attended the PanTao Festival in heaven, she saw that none of the true immortals she saw had practiced body refinement to match hers. Even so, she received a "weak" evaluation from the Wuhuan side, which frustrated her to the point of wanting to curse.
Now, she can curse if she wants to. The Wuhuan people are not gentlemen by any means. If you curse at me, I'll curse back; that's quite normal.
The key is still to have a strong fist.
Deng ChanYu has no problem defeating a few "kids." However, fighting against experienced Wuhuan warriors is quite challenging, requiring some luck. Facing ancient Wuhuan warriors with no physical decline, who have reached the peak of their martial arts and combat experience, she has no chance at all. Their skills and battle experience are so advanced that she can only hope to endure their attacks for a bit longer.
"Try to cut off her middle path!"
"Attack her lower body!"
"Grab her face!"
With Deng ChanYu's on-the-field guidance, Dai Ji was beaten up until she looked like a mud monkey. Finally, she bit her teeth and defeated the first Wuhuan female warrior.
Deng ChanYu sat by her side, clapping for her.
"Great job! Well done!"
"That's it! You did a great job!"
Now, Dai Ji has reached the level of a first-class warrior. Twenty-three years later, during the expedition to Xie Wang, she might even have a chance to spar with Xie Wang on the battlefield.
Dai Ji recovered some strength and did not continue the challenge. Instead, she went to the side to ponder the stick techniques, reflecting on her mistakes in the previous battle and learning from them, preparing for her next challenge.
Deng ChanYu placed her hands on her knees, closed her eyes for ten breaths, and then opened them with eyes full of battle intent.
A vivid Phoenix phantom began to appear behind her.
This was not the Buddha of Molizitian's form, nor was it the three flowers of the Xuanmen sect. If one had to say, it was somewhat related to the Five Qis Congruent with Yuan.
As her control over her body became more comprehensive, every cell in her body was fully mobilized to the maximum extent. The power between Qi and blood underwent a transformation through her five internal organs, and finally completed the transformation in the form of red light within her heart, which was then channeled into her entire body, thus forming this Phoenix illusory image.
The "Five Qis Congruent with Yuan" has not yet been achieved, but the five Qis in her chest have, through continuous battles, become fully realized.
