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Chapter 169 Defeating Zhao Lian

Yang Zhen held the stick in her hand, and her thoughts went back to yesterday afternoon.

After he won the first round of the ranking competition, Mammy came to the academy in person and took him and Zhao Yueer back to the Zhao Mansion to celebrate both of them successfully obtaining the qualifications for the Zongmen Examination.

After that, they went to the nearby Fangshi.

In the entrance exam, it is difficult for Yang Zhen to go further with only a pair of fleshy palms.He had to pick a suitable weapon.

He chose the stick without hesitation.

It's not because he has learned the basic stick technique from Tie Zhu, in fact, ever since she knew that she is a wood spirit root, Yang Zhen has determined her future weapon——

wooden stick.

A suitable wooden magic weapon can maximize the power of his magic power.

Therefore, during the two years in the academy, during those days when he was unable to practice, practicing stick techniques became his only choice to improve his combat effectiveness.

The college has a lot of books like this, and after some selection, he chose a martial art called [Thousand Hundred Sticks Technique].

The so-called [thousand-hundred-stick method] is to practice a certain movement in the stick method thousands of times, such as chopping, sweeping, picking, dialing, etc., not only to achieve the effect of practice makes perfect, but also to repeat countless times. After that, every movement strives to be fast, brave, and powerful, with an aura of sweeping everything.

He has been practicing this stick technique for nearly two years, and he has practiced each move at least ten thousand times.

At the time of the first round, he didn't have magic power yet, the wooden stick in his hand was just an ordinary weapon, not as convenient as bare hands.

Now, with more than 20 wisps of wood-type spiritual energy in his body, he can already control such a magic weapon.

In Fangshi, he bought a five-foot-long pear tree.

This is a first-order spiritual wood with a tough texture and suitable weight. It is the most commonly used material for making spears, sticks and other instruments.

Yang Zhen asked someone to engrave a restriction on the wooden stick on the spot, so that it could temporarily become heavier when inputting mana, thus greatly increasing the damage of the wooden stick.

With his mana at this time, it can last for about a quarter of an hour.

This kind of first-order material that only blesses one prohibition is usually classified as a first-order low-grade magic weapon.

That night, after returning to her own room in the college, Yang Zhen brought the newly purchased weapon to the Qingshi space.

A leaf petal of Yiyi turned into a long stem, tightly wrapped around the wooden stick.

Two hours later, the wooden stick remained unchanged on the surface, but its inner texture had become more solid.At this time, not to mention ordinary sharp blades, it is difficult to cut them off easily even with ordinary first-order magic weapons.

This is another new ability of Little Thing. She can increase or decrease the inner strength of wood-type spiritual materials without changing the attributes.

However, with her current cultivation, she can only target first-level spiritual materials, and it will take a long time.

Yang Zhen named this wooden stick "Qianwu", which means thousands of sticks and black pear wood.

Before the start of the competition, his thousand-crow cudgel had been inspected by the Foundation Establishment cultivator in charge of supervision, and it was judged to be a low-grade first-level one and could be used.

Soon, the game begins!
……

Zhao Lian held a long gun in his hand, shouted loudly, and took the lead in attacking.

Among the county school children, not many are really proficient in using weapons. After all, in addition to training, they also need to learn and master various basics of cultivation, techniques, and common knowledge such as astronomy, geography, and history. The time for practicing martial arts is very limited.

In just two years, it is difficult to practice a weapon to be proficient.

Another reason is that immortal cultivators generally despise these mortal martial arts, especially as their cultivation level increases, mortal martial arts become more and more useless.

Only those from big families like Yang Zhen and Zhao Lian who have a certain foundation and are willing to spend time can polish their martial arts.

In the past two years, Zhao Lian has learned marksmanship.

In the previous preliminaries and semi-finals, he relied on this set of marksmanship like a dragon playing in the water to defeat one opponent after another.

Today, facing the guy he hates and despises the most in his life, he even uses all he has learned in his life and will never hold back!

He was stepping on the black garden step, his mana urged the rabbit boots, and he walked like flying. With the speed and strength of his body, he put the gun barrel across his chest, and pointed the gun point at Yang Zhen, ready to go!
What about Yang Zhen?
He didn't show any weakness, and also stepped forward, and the moment the thousand-black stick touched the tip of the spear, he flicked upwards!
He has practiced this move tens of thousands of times, not to mention the point of the spear, even the crossbow arrows that are fired quickly, he has the confidence to throw it away.

The two weapons immediately formed a right angle, each facing the sky on one side.

Just when Zhao Lian was slightly taken aback and was about to close his gun and attack again, Yang Zhen took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, already in front of him.

Then, punch and punch!

Compared with wooden sticks, he prefers fists, and he likes this kind of close combat, the feeling of seeing flesh with fists.

When Yang Zhen's fist almost hit his chest, the magic robe on Zhao Lian's body lit up, and a halo blocked him.

With a muffled "bang", Zhao Lian staggered back a few steps.

Although the attack was blocked, the halo was too close to his body, and the power of backlash made him unable to control his body for a while.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Yang Zhen rushed over, hugged Zhao Lian, and pinned him down.

He had already thrown the Thousand Crow Stick aside, but Zhao Lian was holding the spear in one hand, but he couldn't reach it.

Yang Zhen's air pierced through Changhong, and her fists slammed into the person under her like iron.

Zhao Lian's face was flushed red, he was ashamed and angry, he didn't expect that he would be crushed by this hateful person because of a negligence, and he couldn't use all his martial arts.

He desperately urged the robe to protect his body.

The shield formed by this magic robe can last as long as there is spiritual power continuously penetrating into it when it is attacked.

The downside is that once the shield is broken, the vestments are also damaged.

Despite the protection, under the impact of Yang Zhen's punch after punch, the shock force of the shield still made Zhao Lian's chest feel tight, and he almost wanted to vomit.

He forced himself to be patient, and quietly made a formula with his left hand, and a water arrow was formed out of thin air, and then stabbed towards Yang Zhen's forehead.

He has the three elements of water, earth and fire, and it seems that only water arrows are the most convenient for melee attacks.

The two are so close, how could Yang Zhen not notice?He tilted his head to let the water arrow pass, but his hands continued to beat without stopping.

If Zhao Lian had participated in the fight in Cuizhuyuan back then, he would be very familiar with this scene. Yang Zhen, who was less than ten years old at the time, dealt with Zhao Dezhu in this way.

Yang Zhen didn't feel well, her fists seemed to hit the hard bark, and soon all ten fingers were covered with blood.

A quarter of an hour passed, his hands were bloody, and Zhao Lian's mana was almost exhausted.

Finally, with a heavy blow from Yang Zhen, the shield of the robe finally broke, and the robe turned into rags.

Under Zhao Lian's almost fiery glaring eyes, Yang Zhen let out a yell and hit his chest hard with her fist.

Zhao Lian is in a coma, Yang Zhen wins!
PS: A fight is another chapter if you are not careful, Khan.

　PS: Continue to code and try to finish the third volume today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)