Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 218 Ancient Rock Peak
The wind hummed in my ears, and the scenery in my field of vision retreated rapidly.

Tuza's energy and blood were running at full speed, and he galloped down the mountain, looking back from time to time.

After running for a while, I suddenly noticed a series of footprints I had left on the snow, and thought to myself: "Oops, no, this mountain is full of heavy snow, and footprints will be left wherever you flee."

"If that kid finds a helper to catch up, I'm afraid he will break here."

Looking around, I saw a large stretch of reeds in front of me, stretching along the river, and I couldn't see the edge at a glance.

"Have it!"

Tuzha had a plan in his mind, he went up and down a few times, got into the reeds, traveled horizontally for several miles, turned around halfway, and ran directly to the mountain.

"This kid must think that I am going down the mountain, but I want to do the opposite."

In less than half an hour, Tuza came to the top of Guyan Mountain and saw the big rock where Zhao Lin usually practiced.

He boarded the boulder, looking at the scenery down the mountain, suddenly felt that his heart was open, and he couldn't help but secretly proud of himself.

"There is a saying that the most dangerous place is the safest, and that's exactly what it is."

"Let them search the entire Yanyun Mountain Range, they probably wouldn't expect Lao Tzu to be on this mountain, haha..."

The more he thought about it, the more complacent he became, and he couldn't help laughing lowly.

"You hide here, do you think I can't find it?"

A slightly teasing remark was heard, and the smile on Tuza's face froze instantly.

Turning his head, he saw Zhao Lin walking over leisurely, looking at him with a half-smile.

"You... how did you find it?"

A tinge of fear grew in Tuza's heart, and he felt more and more elusive about the young man in front of him.

Of course Zhao Lin would not tell him that he found it by smelling the scent, so he slowed down and stopped five or six feet away from Tuza. He stretched out his palm and put away four fingers.

"Five people, only you are left."

"Stop making unnecessary struggles, seal your acupoints, and I will save your life."

Tuza's face sank like water, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "You are so sure that you can defeat me? Do you know the truth that the poor should not chase after the poor?"

Zhao Lin sneered disdainfully, "Sure enough, he is a barbarian. He can use a few idioms indiscriminately after learning two idioms. How can anyone compare himself to a poor beast and a poor bandit?"

"But having said that, this metaphor is quite appropriate."

In fact, with Zhao Lin's original personality, he doesn't like talking nonsense when fighting with others, especially in the face of life and death, he needs to stay focused as much as possible.

However, after practicing in the inner courtyard for more than a year, I gradually understood a truth: language is also a weapon.

He once read such a passage in a notebook: "Competition does not start from the moment the move is made. Sometimes a look or a movement can bring great pressure to the opponent."

"Using words to put pressure on the opponent can also increase the chances of winning."

Zhao Lin deliberately showed that he was sure of winning, in order to put pressure on Tuza and gain a psychological advantage.

When Tuza heard the word barbarian, his temples twitched twice, and he snorted coldly: "You Da Yue is known as the top country in the Central Plains, but your performance in the martial arts competition is not very good, it is not as good as..."

Zhao Lin stared at him and said, "It's not as good as your Witz, is it?"

Tuza's expression changed slightly, and he remained silent.

Zhao Lin didn't bother, and smiled slightly, "Hearing what you said, I seem to understand."

"What do you understand?"

"You don't care about my strength, you worry that no one will be my opponent in the martial arts competition, so you want to get rid of me?"

Tuza was startled and remained silent.

The Great Elder thinks that Zhao Lin is growing too fast, and worries that no one will be able to control him after the age of 25, but now it seems that, let alone a few years later, he is frighteningly strong now.

Zhao Lin glanced at him and continued, "Unfortunately, you seem to have overestimated your own abilities. If you double the number of people, maybe you can succeed."

Tuza felt inexplicably anxious, and shouted: "It's useless to talk about the matter now, and the worst is to fight to the death!"

As he spoke, he leapt forward, a distance of several zhang was reached in the blink of an eye, and his right leg swept out with strong vigor.

Zhao Lin saw that he was approaching fiercely, so he took a step back to avoid his sharp edge, and when the opponent's long legs swept past him, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed a claw.

Tuza's next move was unexpected, he didn't care about Zhao Lin's attacking claw, before his right leg hit the ground, his left leg jumped out quickly and kicked towards Zhao Lin's lower body.

Zhao Lin was taken aback. This was a desperate fight. Although his catch could seriously injure his opponent, but he couldn't take it anymore if he got hit by the kick.

Hastily leaped away horizontally, and dodged.

Tuza was so powerful that he kicked the third kick, the fourth kick, and the fifth kick one after another.

Every time he kicked a leg, his whole body shook slightly, as if there were endless back moves.

The shadows on his legs made Zhao Lin unable to retreat, and he couldn't spare his hands to attack.

Zhao Lin's heart trembled.

Master Zhu Huaishan once said that when fighting, the more desperate you are, the less likely you are to die, and the more you cherish your life, the sooner you will die.

This is the reason why when two powers meet, the brave wins.

Tuza tried desperately to save his life. If he was afraid, he might capsize in the gutter.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Zhao Lin's eyes were fixed, and a wave of vigor in his heart was aroused. Seeing that Tuza attacked again, he simply pinned his left leg to the ground and did not move.

Tuza didn't expect that Zhao Lin would dare to go all out with him, so he couldn't help being shocked, but it was too late to change his moves at this time, and he was using energy to protect his body and add strength to his legs.

There were two "bang bang", and the two flew out sideways at the same time.

After landing, his body smashed into the snow, plowing out two deep ravines.

After a while, Zhao Lin got up slowly.

After moving my body, I felt that my left arm was swollen and numb, and I couldn't use any strength at all, and my chest also had a dull pain.

But in comparison, Tuza was even worse, his face was blue, and blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth. Although he barely stood up, he was staggering, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Lin spit out the snow foam in his mouth, and walked towards Tuza step by step, gradually getting faster and faster, and galloped.

This body has been transformed by the spirit beast map, and its ability to resist attacks is far superior to that of ordinary people. If I feel a little uncomfortable, then the enemy must have a harder time.

Tuza bit his lip to calm himself down, and staggered forward.

With force, he turned his palms and drew an arc, dragging out a red knife to chop, and the energy lingered like a flame.

Zhao Lin's fist was filled with cold air, as if covered with a layer of frost, and two streams of energy, one green and one silver, could be vaguely seen hovering in it.

boom!
When the flame knife hit Tianshuang's fist, dozens of air currents were stirred up with strength, and snowflakes flew on the ground and fell profusely.

The two figures collided, their bodies intertwined, and the sound of fists and feet colliding continued to resound.

Frost and dust filled the air, and snow and fog billowed.

The fight lasted for more than ten breaths, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and a figure fell out of the white mist.

Tuza was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He tried to stand up with his hands on the ground, but he didn't have any strength in his hands, so he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)