Because of the actions of the disciples of the Inner Mountain, the originally boring outer mountain competition gradually became exciting in the eyes of everyone.

Chen Feng just arrived and disappeared after announcing the start of the competition. He didn't know where to drink.

At this time, all the competition was led by He Xirou and several elders from the outer mountain.

These elders of the outer mountain are the best choices in terms of qualifications and cultivation. They have unique vision. Because of their age, their experience is much richer than those of the ordinary disciples of the inner mountain, and their judgments are the most fair and just.

Among the disciples who are competing in martial arts, in addition to some older people, some of the disciples' performances are eye-catching.

For example, the famous rice bucket on Qingzhu Peak, the fat white man.

At this time, his opponent was a disciple in his twenties. His cultivation level was probably mid-level spiritual realm, with a thin face and slender fingers, which were very suitable for holding a sword.

The fat white man slowly walked into the venue with his belly outstretched. The disciples watching the game seemed to see a meatball squeezed out of the crowd and rolling to the venue.

The fat white man was five feet tall and four and a half feet wide. The fat on his face was entangled, and even squeezed his eyes into two gaps.

The disciples sighed and said that the sect's management hall was indeed powerful, and that they could find a disciple who matched this guy's figure.

"I'm so good. Every time I see this fat boy, I'm shocked. I'm still not used to it. How can there be such a fat person in the world?"

The sick girl carried her hands on her back and hunched her back, and said with a tsk sound: "This guy reminds me of the rich breeders in my hometown who gather the fattest animals together every year and elected the pig king!"

Lu Yingfeng smiled and said, "Hundreds of years ago, there was a master named Wang Miao, who was as fat as meatballs. He once fought with the monster master who was known as the number one in a thousand years. Although he was defeated, he became the first person to seriously injured him. It was very amazing."

Sick girl smiled and said, "How can Fat Bai compare with those senior masters?"

Lu Yingfeng smiled and pointed to the belly of the fat man Bai and said, "His food was not eaten for nothing. The ingredients of Changmingzong were grown in a place with rich spiritual energy. The undiluted spiritual energy in the food was not excreted from him, but accumulated into fat."

"So what? Fat needs exercise to burn to produce energy and use it. If you don't lose weight through exercise, the aura in it will not be extracted."

The sick girl coughed a few times, making people wonder if he would cough out his lungs. Then he continued: "After all, there are too few perverts like Feng Xiaohan, who have amazingly efficient spiritual transformation. It is probably necessary to make great efforts to extract those spiritual energy."

Lu Yingfeng thought for a while and suddenly said, "I saw him last night."

The sick man raised his eyebrows, but didn't understand what this had to do with this matter, so he asked, "So?"

Lu Yingfeng pointed at the belly of the fat man Bai, turned his head and said to the sick man: "I could never see it wrong yesterday."

The Lu family has been doing business for generations and is also the leader in the business world. Lu Yingfeng has followed his father to travel around the world since childhood and has developed a vicious vision.

He can tell the distance at a glance the size of things.

The sick girl knew that he would never see it, and her eyes suddenly burst and almost fell to the ground. The cough that had just reached halfway through was also stopped in her throat, almost choking him to death.

Lu Yingfeng quickly pushed his back and calmed down, pulled off the gourd around his waist and fed him a small sip of medicine juice before he could calm down.

"This is impossible!"

The first sentence after the sick girl recovered was not thanks, but continued to be shocked.

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"Junior Brother Bai, you'd better... admit defeat."

The disciple who was confronting him said slowly: "You probably can't beat me."

The fat man Bai smiled and patted his belly, and said in a silly voice: "How can you not win if you don't fight? Besides, my father said that people are fat and not lose their strength. I am fatter than you, so I will be much stronger than you, and I may not lose if I see it like this."

The disciples watching the game sighed. How could one achieve the victory or defeat by brute force? What is really determined is the cultivation level and martial arts foundation.

The disciple was unmoved, obviously thinking so.

The fat man Bai seemed to see what he was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Do you know Junior Brother Feng?"

The disciple thought for a while and said, "Feng Xiaohan?"

"That day I found a hole in the wall of the diner's residence. On the other side of the wall was a chicken bone. Later I found out that it was done by Junior Brother Feng. In the same cultivation level, no one can catch that bone with his bare hands. This is power."

The disciple listened quietly, and at the same time put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, starting to accumulate sword intent.

"Maybe in your opinion, brute force is the lowest power, but I forgot that you hold the sword's hand because of this kind of strength."

Fatty Bai looked at him, and a light flashed through the narrowed gap, and continued: "Brute force is the foundation of all power, and all powerful martial arts are based on the two forces of vitality and brute force."

"When the realm is the same, the level of vitality depends on. When the depth of vitality is the same, the brute force is the same!"

"I'm very fat, so I'm not very strong, so I have an advantage, so why should I surrender?"

The disciple shook his head and said, "Your cultivation is not as good as mine."

The fat man Bai smiled and said, "This is not necessarily the case."

The disciple said, "You are not as energetic as me."

The fat man Bai thought for a while and smiled, "This is a bit possible."

At this time, the sword intent that the disciple brewed was complete, and he said in a deep voice: "You have been talking for so long, just to explain why you don't want to admit defeat? That's too much nonsense."

The fat man Bai laughed and said, "The food I ate was not in vain, and what I said was naturally not nonsense. You just accumulated sword intent while I was talking, and I was not idle either."

The sword around her waist was unsheathed three inches, and a sword light suddenly illuminated the field, and a heavy breath came to her face.

The disciple was shocked and said to himself: "This fat man is actually accumulating sword intent! Judging from his posture, his cultivation should be at the level of the spiritual transformation realm. When exactly..."

The fat white man had a sword like a dragon, and the sword light enveloped the disciple.

The disciple was also very good and immediately came to his senses, with a solemn sword energy permeating the audience.

The two sword lights collided, making a crisp sound, and some sparks splashed.

The two were about to part with each other.

Because the sword light collision this time was just a test, and both of them had a full blow and were both shocked.

The disciple took a half step back from his previous position, but Bai Dapang was still standing in his previous position and looked at him with a smile.

Seeing this scene, the disciples around were moved.

It turns out that he has already reached this point.

"The secret technique of the Bai family, the white flesh turns into spirit."

The elder of the outer mountain who was the referee nodded slightly, and said that the Bai family might have many Bai families, but one of them was the most interesting.

The Bai family is all fat, and they have lived in the countryside for a long time and are rarely known. Even if ordinary people know each other, they will think they are just ordinary rich gentry. The elders of the outer mountain also read it from a lonely book by chance.

They have a secret method that is not included in the Taoist scriptures of the Tang Dynasty. They can directly extract the spiritual energy of food and fat for practice or combat.

He said he wanted to lose weight before because there was another secret. As for what secret it was, only he himself knew.

Because Feng Xiaohan is baptized by the golden light and has a special system, he can directly transform spiritual energy into spirits without accumulating into fat.

The fat man Bai smiled and asked, "It seems that I'm not bad now."

"It's indeed good, but you're still wrong. When the energy is consistent, you should look at martial arts skills and then strength."

The disciple said, "I'm a few years older than you. I happened to have been to some places, seen some scenery, and learned a few sword techniques."

With the wave of the long sword, Liuyunning in the sky made two balls of it as if it turned into a mountain peak. There was a turbulent flow in the mountain stream formed by the two peaks standing side by side, moving forward.

When it reached the turbulence, it turned out to be a sword light.

Someone who watched the game exclaimed.

"Beijiashanshui Sword!"

"Senior Brother Wu actually mastered the Eight Swords of Mountains and Waters!"

Several other disciples and the crowd who were watching the battle turned their heads and looked over. The Eight Swords of Mountains and Waters were extremely difficult to master, requiring great insight and a certain opportunity.

It is not easy for a disciple from the outside mountain to master a sword. He can be regarded as an extraordinary talent. He is definitely the top genius in an ordinary town.

"My family lives near Beijiashan. I know the scenery and landforms of Beijiajian very well. This sword is my strongest sword technique."

Senior Brother Wu stabbed his sword straight, with the roar of courageous advancement in the torrent.

The fat white man's fat body was like a duckweed leaf in the face of the huge turbulent flow, and could only go with the flow.

But then a cold light flashed in the fat fat man's eyes, and the long sword in his hand penetrated across the sky, leading his whole body out.

The elder of the Outer Mountain with a deep cultivation took a step back. The swords used by these two people were powerful swords. Can he completely ignore the sharp sword energy he brought with him?

This move is a sword recorded in the Changming Sect Sword Card. It is not in any sword technique, but is a completely independent sword, called "Armor Breaking".

He is very fat, so he weighs a lot.

Large mass so large inertia.

Therefore, his sword has increased its power countless times due to its own weight.

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Chapter completed!