Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 209 Suspicion in the Mountains
Liu Feiyang turned pale with fright, he had already exhausted his power of catching wind and catching shadows, yet Zhao Lin still saw through his true body.

How did this guy figure it out?

But he didn't have time to think, because Zhao Lin's elbow was gradually enlarged in his eyes.

Liu Feiyang dodges back and at the same time leans his upper body backwards.

Zhao Lin stepped forward to keep up, flipped his elbow, opened his forearm like a beast trap, and punched his fist between his eyebrows.

Liu Feiyang shook his head violently, his fist brushed the tip of his nose, before he was glad that he had escaped, Zhao Lin opened his four fingers and savagely swept towards his cheek.

Elbow, fist, and finger three-stage combo, one ring and one ring, the moves are cleverly used, and the timing is precise. Both the disciples and the elders are greatly moved.

Seeing that the fingers were coming towards him, Liu Feiyang raised his head desperately and managed to dodge it, only to feel his face hurting from the sweeping force.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Lin grabbed his long hair and held it in his hand.

"Ah..." Liu Feiyang screamed in pain.

Zhao Lin was also polite, grabbed his hair and pulled it back.

Of course Liu Feiyang might not want hair, even if he was willing, he couldn't stand the pain.

Zhao Lin took Liu Feiyang's long hair and pulled him to him, raised his knee and slammed into his handsome face.

"Zhao Lin, live..."

When Liu Shengnian saw that Zhao Lin was about to attack, he immediately stopped him.

But Zhao Lin didn't stop, just retracted his knee slightly, hit Liu Feiyang's forehead, and then pushed him down, knocking him to the ground.

"Huaquan embroidered legs!"

Zhao Lin snorted, his tone full of disdain.

Liu Feiyang sat on the ground in embarrassment, dying of shame and anger, his face turned blue, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't speak a word.

He wanted to get up and fight Zhao Lin, but he couldn't muster up the courage.

Zhao Lin ignored him, looked up at the stands, nodded slightly, and strode out of the venue.

The corner of Yang Lin's mouth twitched, wondering if it would be too much to do so?He turned his head and glanced at Chu Hong.

Chu Hong gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "That's fine, it's better than dying in the arena of the martial arts competition someday. I hope he can realize his shame and be brave!"

Among the disciples of the Xingyun Sect, Yao Chong couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "One day, Junior Brother Zhao will break through to the first level of the Blood Realm, and my senior brother probably won't be able to keep his reputation."

Lu Zhenglong, Miao Tianfeng and Xiao Jin didn't speak, they all thought in their hearts: "Don't say it's you, we are probably the same."

Liu Shengnian sighed secretly, walked over to help the distraught Liu Feiyang, and sent him back to the student seat.

After the turmoil is over, Nebbi will continue.

Afterwards, the disciples who appeared on the stage had their own winners and losers. When it was close to noon, all the competitions were over, and Xingyunzong's overall record was firmly ranked first.

Zhong Yuntian and Chu Hong didn't delay, they got up immediately to say goodbye, and took the disciples of the sect back home.

The elders who came to watch the battle didn't speak a word from the beginning to the end, they came to congratulate Yang Lin at this time.

Such good results proved that he taught well, and several elders were finally convinced.

The Neibi meeting ended here, and Yang Lin asked his disciples to stay in the inner courtyard for a day, analyzing their performance one by one, and providing suggestions for cultivation.

At the same time, he also asked the top twelve disciples to strengthen their strength training.

The reason is simple, the martial arts competition will be grouped in order of strength.

The stronger the strength, the lower the possibility of encountering strong opponents in the group, and the greater the possibility of breaking through and advancing.

Although strength is not completely equated with strength, this rule is valid most of the time.

Throughout the previous martial arts competitions, the one with the greater strength will always have the upper hand.

For Zhao Lin, Yang Lin suggested that he try his best to break through the realm.

"Your actual combat ability and skills are sufficient, but your cultivation base is too low. If you can advance to the first level of the blood realm, maybe you don't have to wait a few years, and you will be able to make achievements in this martial arts competition!"

Zhao Lin also thought so, and readily agreed.

Ancient Rock Mountain.

The winter festival has come, the sky is twilight, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers are falling from the sky.

This year, the amount of snow is extremely abundant. Since the beginning of winter, there have been three consecutive snowfalls, almost without stopping, and the entire Guyan Mountain is completely white.

The heavy snow covered the ground tightly.

The drug farmers no longer went to the mountain to collect herbs, Zhao Lin was the only one on the whole mountain.

It was just dawn, and Zhao Lin walked to the top of the mountain to practice as usual.

There is silence in the mountains and forests, only the occasional sound of snow breaking branches.

The snow on the ground was more than a foot thick, and when I stepped on it, there was a "creaking" sound under my feet.

It has been some time since the end of the Neibi Association, and Zhao Lin has devoted himself to practicing Returning to the Sea, hitting the first level of the blood realm.

However, the progress was not smooth, and the boundary barrier showed no sign of loosening, which made him a little uncomfortable with his cultivation that had been going smoothly.

"Don't worry, everyone will encounter bottlenecks...Huh?"

Halfway through the journey, Zhao Lin suddenly saw a wild pheasant lying motionless on the ground.

I stepped forward and kicked it, and found that the wild pheasant was frozen hard and dead.

The wild pheasant was kicked over, exposing a blood hole the size of an egg in its chest.

Zhao Lin approached curiously and found that the internal organs of the wild pheasant had been taken away and eaten by some animal. The heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney were all gone, but the other parts were intact.

"Who did it?"

Zhao Lin raised his eyebrows, feeling a little strange. As far as he knew, there were indeed some beasts in the forest that liked to eat internal organs.

For example, leopards, wolves, and hyenas, but these beasts will eat other parts after eating the internal organs, and only occasionally pick and choose when the food is not exhausted.

But now it's winter, food is hard to find, how can it be so extravagant and wasteful?

Zhao Lin walked for a while with doubts, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

Along the way, I saw the corpses of seven or eight wild pheasants, all in the same death condition.

"No, it must not have been done by ordinary beasts!"

Wild pheasant, commonly known as pheasant, has colorful feathers and a slender tail.

As the saying goes, a pheasant flies three wings, which means that its flying ability is not good.

But in fact, wild pheasants are very capable of running, and can fly over a hundred feet when they spread their wings. Even leopards have to rely on sneak attacks to rarely catch one.

Killing so many wild pheasants at once, what kind of beast has such a great ability?

"These wild pheasants should have died not long ago. If it happened yesterday, they would have been found and eaten by other wild beasts before dawn."

The more Zhao Lin thought about it, the more he felt strange. He picked up a wild pheasant and carefully inspected the wound. He found that the wound was a piercing wound, which meant that the beast that hunted it had sharp claws.

"Strange, where are the footprints?"

There was not a single footprint around the wild pheasant's body, as if it had fallen from the sky.

Zhao Lin's nose trembled slightly, looking for the smell of blood, he came under a big tree.

Look up to see a few fresh claw marks on the trunk.

Zhao Lin was slightly startled, and this scene appeared in his mind: a flying beast caught the wild pheasant, enjoyed the food on the tree, dropped the body, and then flew away.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the "strange bird" he met in the woods when he went home at night a month ago.

(End of this chapter)