Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 176
Everyone rushed to help Bi Hongpeng up, only to see that his body was cold, his face was pale, and one arm was dangling, as if he was seriously injured.

Everyone took a deep breath.

One punch, one punch!
Zhao Lin knocked away the eldest disciple of the third level of the Lingshan School's aura.

What kind of overbearing technique is this?
Zheng Yuanzhuo's expression changed, and he blurted out: "Sky Fist!"

He was the only blood warrior on the scene, and his senses were far more sensitive than others.

When Zhao Lin punched just now, the strong wind blew up, and Zheng Yuanzhuo immediately sensed a chill, and his reaction was the same as Xiang Shaofeng, thinking that Zhao Lin was using Tianshuang Fist.

Which sect's practice is Tianshuang Fist?
Zheng Yuanzhuo's eyelids twitched, and there was a trace of panic in his heart.

"go!"

He knew that if he stayed any longer, he would only embarrass himself in vain, so he quickly left with the three apprentices.

When they came, they were full of majesty, but when they left, one of the three apprentices walked unsteadily, and the other had his arms hanging.

"I didn't expect Zhu Huaishan to cultivate such an outstanding disciple. This old man admires you! But Tianshuang Fist is a blood-level skill, and it will hurt the root if you practice it forcibly. You should do it yourself!"

After all, Zheng Yuanzhuo was still not reconciled, and left without saying a word.

"What Sky Frost Fist?"

"What's the meaning of what Master Zheng said just now?"

Hearing the word "Sky Frost Fist", people from all martial arts schools felt puzzled, but no one came forward to ask Zhao Lin.

If Zhao Lin's easy defeat of Hou Gui was only admirable, then the punch just now had already made them feel awe.

Yuan Cheng didn't care, and asked Zhao Lin with a smile: "What kind of Tianshuang fist is that old guy talking about, are you okay?"

"It's just a matter of occasion, Senior Brother Yuan doesn't need to worry."

Zhao Lin didn't explain much, neither admitted that it was Tianshuang Fist, but also didn't deny it.

I believe that with Zheng Yuanzhuo's knowledge, he can probably guess where he came from, and he will not dare to provoke Liuhemen even if he has ten guts in the future.

……

Outside Qinghe County, Wulingyuan.

The sky was clear and the clouds were long. The horse was grazing leisurely by the stream with its head down and its tail twitching from time to time.

Zhao Lin put three burning incense sticks in front of Zhu Huaishan's tomb, bowed three times, got up and took three steps back, turned around and walked to the stream, and gently took the reins.

It's time to go back to Xingyunzong.

The martial arts medicinal materials I brought with me are almost finished, and any delay will affect my cultivation.

The horse raised its head obediently and arched against his chest.

Just as Zhao Lin was about to get on his horse, he caught a glimpse of the clear stream flowing slowly by his feet. It was clear and bright, and he felt a sense of relaxation and comfort in his heart.

He could clearly feel that his state of mind merged with the green mountains, beautiful forests, and streams in front of him, and a fresh and tender breath grew in his body.

"This is……"

Zhao Lin's heart moved, he stopped getting on the horse, walked to the stream and sat down, watching the gurgling water, grabbed a grass stalk and twisted it between his fingers.

"Energy is like water, and meridians are like the Yangtze River. The water flows continuously in the flesh and blood of the human body, and the air orifice is the vortex formed by the intersection of the water..."

Zhao Lin recalled what Elder Shui Jing said in his mind.

He suddenly realized in his heart that the two pulses of Ren and Du were deep and obscure, like a gurgling brook, and the method of forceful impact might not be suitable for him.

Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently……

Zhao Lin remembered two poems from his previous life, and then, a certain string in his body suddenly "collapsed" and broke.

The Huiyin acupoint of the Ren Meridian and the Changqiang Acupoint of the Du Meridian seemed to have life and began to absorb energy spontaneously.

It's finally done!

Zhao Lin was both surprised and delighted, he didn't expect that he would have a sudden epiphany here, and he would be able to get a glimpse of the door to the third level of Qi.

"The world is impermanent, and God's will exists somewhere!"

Zhao Lin couldn't help muttering to himself, thinking that if he stayed in Xingyunzong all the time, he might still be working hard.

After a while, he got on his horse, bowed towards the master's grave, and galloped northward.

……

Ten days later, Zhao Lin returned to Yanzhou.

Xianjincheng reported his family's safety, then came to Xingyunzong, and found Elder Shuijing immediately.

"The disciple pays respects to the elder."

"Well, you're finally back."

Elder Shui Jing looked indifferent, and there was no wave in the ancient well, but Zhao Lin heard a hint of displeasure from his tone.

Is it because I came back late?

Zhao Lin originally wanted to ask Chunbi from the Shui Jing Department how the result was, but immediately said nothing.

Elder Shui Jing glanced at him, and said, "It's been two months since you've progressed in the assessment of your cultivation, so stretch out your hand."

"Yes."

Zhao Lin stretched out his palms according to his words.

Elder Shui Jing stretched out two fingers, placed them on his wrist, and swept them with the Jade Lighting Kung Fu, and immediately found that the acupoints of Ren Du's two meridians were opened, and said in surprise, "Have you entered Ren Du's acupuncture points?"

"On the way back, the disciple accidentally realized the breakthrough."

"That's right, it's an accident for you..."

Elder Shui Jing originally wanted to say that it was an unexpected joy, but Zhao Lin went back to attend the funeral, so it was inappropriate to say so, so he immediately changed his mind.

"The most difficult thing in the third level of Qi is actually getting into the body. Since you have achieved this step, I believe that the third level is perfect. The next level is the blood level."

"You are extremely talented, and you have taken five or six pills. I have great expectations for you!"

"The elders have been rewarded."

Zhao Lin thought to himself how could he have any talent, if it wasn't for the picture of the spirit beast, he might be the big brother of the monkey - the baboon.

Elder Shui Jing looked a little brighter, and said: "This time, the head of the spring competition is also present to watch, and he is very dissatisfied with the performance of the disciples of the Wuxiang Academy."

"Evaluate them as weak and bloodless, so let's sweep the mountains together this year, and our hands will be stained with blood."

"Mountain sweeping?"

Zhao Lin was refreshed when he heard the word "sweeping the mountain", but he quickly hid his excitement.

He is not a newcomer who has just arrived, and he already has a general understanding of many things in the sect.

Sweeping mountains does not mean sweeping, but to be precise, clearing.

There are many mountains in the Yanyun Mountains, among which there are many herb mountains. According to the grade of herbs in the mountains, they are divided into first-grade herb mountains and second-grade herb mountains...

Most of these medicine mountains have strange beasts.

Some exotic animals are also precious medicinal materials, such as bear gall bladder, red hideous tendons, painted antlers, etc., which are not allowed to be hunted before they reach adulthood.

But there are also some strange beasts, whose whole body can't find a part with medicinal value, and their temperament is fierce and aggressive.

There are so many mountains of medicine, it is impossible for warriors to pick all of them. Ordinary medicine farmers enter the mountain, and encountering these ferocious strange beasts will probably encounter accidents.

So cleaning up these strange beasts on a regular basis has become a routine task of Xingyunzong every year. Most of them are completed by high-level deacons or disciples with blood realm cultivation, so that ordinary drug farmers and disciples with low cultivation can also go to the mountain to collect herbs.

When Zhao Lin knew about this, he had a sense of déjà vu from Journey to the West: all the monsters without the background were killed, and the monsters with the background were at large.

"This is a good opportunity, maybe we can add new spirits to the spirit beast map, or upgrade the original spirits!"

(End of this chapter)