C7

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. He watched as the water in his pool became more and more turbulent, and the roar became louder and louder.

It was about time, Chen Yuan thought to himself. Suddenly, a large dragon rose up from the pool, within its roar, its invincible form could be seen. The dragon roared, writhed, and danced, following the spine of the large dragon, rising up against the sun, climbing up and down without end.

The challenge of the Gate of Heaven was a matter of life and death.

Chen Yuan knew very well that there were many big acupuncture points on this Sun Bladder Meridian. He could not afford to be careless. He did not want to fail in practising it, and make his eyes, ears, and knees go numb.

Therefore, he was very careful, Dalong did not exactly charge straight up, but instead, he crawled on many acupoints, stopped, and protected them. But even so, the consumption of Dalong was also very beneficial, it was only slightly higher than last time, and it was as if he had hit an invisible wall, unable to advance an inch.

Wei Yu Acupoint.

It was as if there was a layer of film here that was extremely flexible and tight, making it impossible to break through.

Couldn't he break through? Chen Yuan suddenly remembered the disappointed eyes of the scholar and Ye Xiong when he was unable to break through. He suddenly steeled his heart, clenched his teeth, forcefully took a breath, and ruthlessly rushed over.

With a "dong" sound, it was clear that there was no sound. However, Chen Yuan felt that he had indeed heard this sound. It was like the sound of a water film being pierced through by a finger, and also like the sound of a child puffing out his cheeks and opening his mouth.

"Cough cough." Perhaps it was because Chen Yuan was using his strong breath to pull at the wound, but before he could even enjoy the joy of breaking through, he felt another tearing pain in his chest, causing him to cough out blood.

Startled, Li Guotao threw the dying Han Zhong to the side. He then extended his hand and a burst of true energy once again protected the round heart.

"I'm fine." After that, he leaned back on the pillow, closed his eyes and experienced it for a while before saying, "Most of my seventh grade Qi has been lost during the absorption process, so I have only absorbed less than twenty percent of it. When I was using it to break through the barrier earlier, my loss was even more severe, but now the pool of water has gotten a little bigger, so the amount of water has decreased."

Li Guotao thought for a moment, and said, "Even if Han Zhong is seriously injured, and has suffered a few battles on the way, the power left behind should not be underestimated, after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but the young master's ninth grade body can actually absorb twenty percent of his power without having his tendons explode. This means that the young master's body strength is stronger than an ordinary person, and a seventh grade expert's strength can only support you to open one meridian, then …"

Li Guotao did not finish his sentence, but everyone in the room knew what he wanted to say.

That was, the strength that Chen Yuan needed to advance was probably astounding.

Based on this calculation, when Chen Yuan entered the eighth level, his internal energy was at least that of a seventh level middle stage expert.

From the looks of it, the advantages and disadvantages were obvious.

The advantage was that as long as he succeeded, Chen Yuan Yuan would be one of the best of the best in the same level. A monster whose actual combat power surpassed the same level, and could even kill someone one level higher than him — of course, Chen Yuan's level 9 or 8 was different from others'.

Not according to the mundane battle force.

Everyone knew that there were ten ranks against ten, nine ranks against fifty, and a hundred ranks against eight ranks.

For example, some people specialize in sword arts and would only nurture this sword for a hundred years. It was not good for group attacks, but when that sword was unsheathed, not to mention a grade eight martial artist, even a rank seven martial artist would find it difficult to defend against it.

In the end, who knew who came up with the idea? With the persistence of their auras and the abundance of their internal energy, they were able to materialize into their current appearances.

However, Chen Guotao and the others did not care about what Chen Yuan was thinking at the moment. He only signaled for Lin Ye and 'Chen Feng' to continue training and pull them up.

After all, there really wasn't much time left.

The sun moved and fell.

Darkness slowly engulfed the third-class state.

Chen Yuan lowered his head to look at Lin Ye and Tian Qing, who had their Qi destroyed but still had a breath left in them. He did not say a word, no one knew what he was thinking.

At the same time, he was also silently thinking about Zhou Xi, who had just arrived at the yamen.

Zhou JingJing was thirty-eight years old, the age of a man. His hair was already white on both sides of his temples, and his eyebrows were light white. His eyes were small, but his skin was very dark.

This could be seen from his every word and action. For example, right now, he was sitting motionlessly on the side seat. However, he was emitting a suffocating pressure, just like a lion that was napping.

Meanwhile, the sweat on the man's forehead had almost gathered into a ball.

Sitting in the middle was Zhang Wen Li, the third son of the Guo Family, who was in his forties. Looking at his terrified subordinates, he did not say a word. No one knew what he was thinking about.

"I can't believe it." The cruel Master Zhang might be scary, but for some reason, the pressure that he had just brought was no less than Master Zhang's. If Master Zhang's aura was like a flame, pressuring and dangerous, then this Master Zhang's aura would be like a deep abyss. It would be so dark and cold that one would never know what would climb out of the abyss to destroy them.

Lord Zhang continued, "There's actually such a person in this small city, able to escape from the hands of Lord Zhou's men …" Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Xuan, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up. He gave off a powerful pressure, and like a mountain, the coarse robed man who had been standing behind Zhang Wen Li the entire time frowned. His face darkened, but who knew, the moment he stood up, Zhou Yi lifted up his robe and dropped to his knees.

The coarse robed man's face darkened even more.

He had never liked people who were so soft that they would kowtow and grovel at every turn.

However, Zhou JingJing didn't give any instructions. The coarse robed man didn't do anything, one yard to one yard. The coarse robed man always distinguished between his emotions and what he did.

With both hands on the ground, like an old lion, Zhou Xi lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "This lowly subordinate owes it. I am sorry for the lord's trust." After he finished, he kowtowed a few times.

Zhang Wen Li once again fell into silence, like a stone statue.

Until the sun completely set in the western mountains.

Zhang Wenli opened his mouth to speak as a servant girl walked in and lit a red candle as thick as an arm.

"Disseminate the news of the peony house seed arrest, don't use official methods."

"I hope you won't disappoint me." With that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

Zhou Jing lay face down on the ground until Zhang Wenli walked out.