Deliveryman of the Heaven

Xuanyuan Shiba's name was known everywhere, the moment he led the crowd, who did not know what had happened, they actually thought that Weiqing was the champion, and had surrounded the stage. However, when the judge introduced the information of the contestants with his loud and clear voice, the audience burst into laughter.    

Weiqing stood on the stage and did a few pushups and claps on the ground.    

The crowd burst into laughter. Was he here to make a fool of himself?    

Weiqing took the drum and weighed it in his hand, it was pretty heavy, and imitated Xuanyuan Shiba's actions, walking three rounds around the stage, and after about five minutes, a few of the good people started to sour talk about how Weiqing was deliberately mystifying the drum, but Weiqing turned a deaf ear to them, and stared at the Tremor Kui s on the drum stand instead, and started to carefully study it.    

This was something that Weiqing had learned from Zuo Ci. Maybe Weiqing could not figure it out, but he had to nurture the habit of observing things beforehand.    

These few days, Wugong Wenzhi had been giving some books on drums, it was just a normal market book, he more or less knew a little about them.    

The Tremor Kui in front of him was clearly different from a normal drum.    

The ordinary drum was cast out of bronze, it was shaped like a round seat, it was hollow without bottom, the waist of the drum was bent inside, the ornament on the drum was also relatively simple, it was mostly goldfish, gold dragon, golden lion, and the Tremor Kui in front of him was shaped like a large drum, with a light tap, it was actually made out of wood, the skin of the drum was somewhat rough, it had a picture of a yin yang fish, with half black and half white, the body of the drum was coated with a layer of red robe, a black monster pattern, a single horn, a dragon, fish fins, and fish fins, it was in the shape of a dragon.    

"Hmm? "This should be the mysterious inscription that Cang left on the drum god?"    

Other than the shape of a Kui dragon, there were also some ancient elephant shaped inscriptions on the body of the drum. It looked like a piece of paper, but if one looked carefully, they would not be able to recognize any of the words.    

"There must be some other profound meaning to this inscription. Unfortunately, I can't understand a single one of it." Weiqing heaved a long sigh.    

As a Taoist of the mortal world, Cang had killed the War God of Heaven Realm with this Tremor Kui. The inscriptions on it were obviously added by the heavens, and if one could comprehend it, it would be much more precious than any divine weapon in the world. Perhaps these inscriptions could be the method to control the Tremor Kui!    

Weiqing studied the stage attentively, and as if he had understood something, he nodded his head slightly.    

When this scene occurred in the eyes of the onlookers at the side of the arena, it was undoubtedly a formless act. With your little cultivation, how could you see through this?    

Whooosh.    

After observing for a while, Weiqing circled around the Tremor Kui again. Not to mention the people who were waiting to watch the show, even his master, Wugong Wenzhi, felt that Weiqing was putting on a show was a little too much. He could not help but cough and said: "Disciple, do not be slow.    

Only then did Weiqing grab the two drums to release himself, and lightly tapped on them to make a sound. However, Weiqing was bounced back by a huge force from the drums, and his blood started to churn. The people on the scene all laughed, this kind of situation where they missed, it was not that there were no one, but if they could not defeat the Tremor Kui, they would suffer a backlash.    

"I never thought that the Kui dragon soul would have such a powerful consciousness …"    

The Tremor Kui was a treasure, and the most important thing was that the drum had the soul of the Kui dragon sealed inside, anyone who played the drum had to use all their strength, otherwise, the Qu Long would be enraged. Similarly, the harder the drum beat, the more enjoyable the Kui dragon's soul was, and the stronger the power emitted would be.    

Dong!    

Weiqing slightly adjusted his strength, ignoring the ridicule from the audience, he did his best to strike the Tremor Kui, causing the blood in his body to immediately have a reaction, and he immediately activated True Dragon Art with a smile, to let the blood in his body calm down, and then slowly hit the Tremor Kui!    

"What's wrong with this person? His Fusion Period cultivation level should be around ten times, there shouldn't be any problems, right? His f * cking hammer strikes are so exhausting, right?"    

"The results aren't important, at least they're good enough to catch the eye."    

"He came here to show off his presence. I think he's here to embarrass himself. Is he even the disciple of a martial arts elder at this level?"    

"Hehe, maybe he has a good mouth?"    

Facing the scene of people jeering, some were shouting "Three", some were mocking and others were mocking, but Weiqing turned a deaf ear to them, he continued to follow his own tempo with his hammers.    

When this scene landed in Xuanyuan Shiba's eyes, his eyelids could not help but twitch, the scene in front of him was extremely similar to the preliminaries, and it was also a mistake from the very beginning, and it did not catch anyone's attention. Looking at Weiqing's calm expression, Xuanyuan Shiba frowned and muttered: "Could it be that this brat is really one of the few monstrous geniuses in this world!"    

A minute passed.    

The rhythm of Weiqing's hammer strikes was very stable. It had already reached the tenth hammer, and as he swung his arm, he stopped to catch his breath.    

Zuo Ci's guess was right, this Kui dragon should also have a pure Yang bloodline. Every time it activated the blood in his body, it would cause the blood in his body to boil up, and it would always give him an inexplicable impulse to advance. He would need to use the《 True Dragon Art》 to refine the berserk blood inside him, which was much stronger than simply using the《 True Dragon Art》.    

Simply put, the sound of the Tremor Kui's soul drum was like a raging fire, allowing Weiqing to refine blood even faster!    

Therefore, the Tremor Kui had a great effect on helping Weiqing to break through the next level, and the effect was not obvious. After all, Weiqing's cultivation was not high yet, and it would be easier to advance, but after Nascent Infant Stage, levelling up would become very strenuous, and it was not something that could be done just by hard work.    

Every participant had thirty minutes, and now that Weiqing was thinking about it, ten minutes had already passed.    

Fifteen minutes of time, for a monk with Fusion Period, to be able to fight ten times was something that could only be expected, but according to Weiqing's current performance, let alone thirty attacks, even twenty attacks would be extremely difficult. After all, the further one fought, the more impact the soul would have!    

Dong dong dong ~ ~    

Weiqing slightly nodded, he raised his two drums and instantly beat them twice!    

Hmm, still okay?    

Weiqing comforted her. The berserk qi and blood in his body surged once again! Then, he suddenly retreated, flipped over his body, flipped up in the air, and hammered down twice! Then, he took a deep breath, did another somersault, and hammered down twice more!    

In one breath! A combo of six drums!    

Sixteen times!    

The scene became unnatural. Someone shouted, "Eighteen times!"    

"As you wish!" Weiqing let go of the drum and struck down together, the drum sound was like thunder, filled with power!    

The atmosphere immediately turned strange!    

Everyone looked at Weiqing who was on stage, his face did not turn red nor gasp for breath, and the mocking voices slowly quietened down!    

These people who came to watch the show had mostly been on stage, so they were very clear about how unbearable it was for their bodies to endure this strike. The impact of that soul sound was like the erosion of ten thousand insects, causing one's entire body to have the urge to explode, yet Weiqing just stood there smiling, and casually arrived at the 18 Dragons!    

Isn't this kid's warm-up too long?