Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

"Yes, Headmaster!"

Zhao Lin cheered up and responded loudly.

He is not afraid of competitions. He has practiced martial arts for many years, and it is no exaggeration to say that he has experienced hundreds of battles. Competitions are as common as eating and drinking, especially for such rare opponents as swordsmen and physique practitioners.

The last time I turned down the mission of the Zongmen to chase and kill Tixiu, although I didn't regret it, I was somewhat regretful. It was a good deed of ten thousand.

Just took this opportunity to weigh the weight of the body repairer.

"Don't rush to agree, I'm sending you on the field not only for fighting spirit, but also for winning the game."

Zhou Hongfang looked stern, "If you can win the first place, in addition to the original reward of good deeds, the old man will give you another 100 Yuan Lingshi."

Zhao Lin was greatly moved when he heard the words. With this 100 yuan spirit stone, he can practice a spell to the point of proficiency, and there is still room left.

At this time, a quiet voice sounded, but it was extremely firm: "Headmaster, I want to compete with Junior Brother Zhao."

Everyone turned their heads to look, and it was Yun Jingda who spoke.

Yun Jingda lowered his eyebrows, with unwillingness shining in his eyes.

"Why, are you not convinced?"

Zhou Hongfang asked in a deep voice.

"No, this disciple wants to see Junior Brother Zhao's skills, so I am very convinced."

Yun Jingda said it very tactfully, of course he is not willing to give up this quota, good deeds are only one aspect, more importantly is face.

And he really thinks he has the ability to fight Zhao Lin.

He possesses three minor-level spells, excellent in offense and defense. Among the disciples who joined the sect in the same year, there are also Qi-refining fifth-level practitioners. Except for Yue Shengluan, the other two are not his opponents.

Zhao Lin is good at martial arts, but after all, he has only practiced for a year, so he might have a chance to win.

"can!"

Zhou Hongfang readily agreed. In fact, he also had this intention. A fight would at least convince the crowd, and at the same time confirm Zhao Lin's strength.

"You two compete."

"Thank you, Headmaster!"

Yun Jingda heaved a sigh of relief and clenched his fists.

Wuxiu is strong in close combat, so don't give him a chance to get close!

Let the headmaster and the elders see clearly that he is the one who is qualified to fight!
Zhou Hongfang didn't say anything else, he took the initiative to walk to the eaves of the corridor on one side of the courtyard, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this situation, the disciples also retreated to the corner of the courtyard one after another, leaving the entire courtyard empty.

The spell competition requires far more space than warriors.

"Zhao Lin is a martial artist, do you think Yun Jingda has a chance?"

"Of course! What's wrong with Wuxiu? As long as you don't let him get close and block him with long-range spells, isn't it a sure win?"

"I also think, just like the rangers in the mortal world against infantry, use kite flying tactics to fight against him..."

Hearing the disciples' discussion, Zhu Cong was a little worried, and turned to Dong Lingcheng, "Senior Brother Dong, can Senior Brother Zhao win?"

Zhao Lin has been an apprentice for a year. Although he has the name of a martial artist, he seldom shows his martial arts. The last time he killed the katydid he also used magic. Even Zhu Cong, Li Sancai and others who have good relationships don't know his true strength.

"The martial arts competition and the spell competition are two ways. As long as Junior Brother Zhao knows how to make use of his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, I believe he should be able to win."

Dong Lingcheng was not sure about the authenticity.

At this moment, only Zhao Lin and Yun Jingda were left in the yard.

"Senior Brother Yun."

Zhao Lin bowed his hands and saluted, and quickly deduced the tactics in his mind. He has experienced countless fights, and he can already be calm and calm in the face of this kind of competition.

"Junior Brother Zhao."

Yun Jingda deliberately took a few steps around, came to the opposite of Zhao Lin, and intentionally or unintentionally opened the distance between the two.

When fighting Wuxiu, distance is very important. The farther the distance is, the longer time is left for oneself to cast spells.

Zhao Lin didn't care either. If the distance of these few steps could determine the outcome, then it would also be a defeat if he met a stronger opponent.

"let's start."

Zhou Hongfang waved his hand lightly.

"God's Walk!"

Yun Jingda retreated immediately, and at the same time cast a magic movement on himself.

Divine Walking Technique is an agility-like spell. It treats oneself not others. After casting the spell, within a period of time, one's body is as light as a swallow and moves like a rabbit, gaining extraordinary movement speed.

This was Yun Jingda's strategy before the competition. If he used offensive spells first, if he missed one hit, Zhao Lin might get close and it would be difficult to get a chance to make a move.

With the God Walking Technique in hand, he can always keep a distance from Zhao Lin, advance and attack, retreat and avoid, and remain invincible.

The idea was good, but Zhao Lin's speed was beyond his expectation.

Overturning the rain and turning the clouds skill!
Zhao Lin's figure flashed, pulling out a series of phantoms.

"So fast!"

"What kind of martial art is this? The speed is faster than the divine movement!"

The disciples let out a burst of exclamation.

Yun Jingda was taken aback, and jumped continuously, not only did not get rid of Zhao Lin, but the distance was getting closer and closer.

He originally had an attack spell in his hand, but seeing Zhao Lin following him like a shadow, he had to temporarily change it to a defensive spell.

Zhao Lin approached to a distance of ten feet, raised his arm, and punched a punch that weighed more than a thousand pounds.

"Stone Howling Fist!"

Yun Jingda's defensive spell was ready to go, and he gave a light drink when he saw it.

"Wrapping the rattan technique!"

Mu Xing's aura gathered crazily, and dozens of vines as thick as arms appeared out of thin air, separating the two of them.

Originally, the simplest and quickest defensive spell was the aura shield, which came and went as soon as it was called, but it was too passive to only defend but not attack.

The vine entwining technique, a wooden spell, can not only defend, but also can separate vines to entangle the opponent within a certain range, and quickly turn defense into offense.

boom!
Under the bombardment of heavy punches, more than a dozen vines shattered and splashed immediately, and the spell immediately showed signs of collapse.

The moonlight is like water, and the feldspar on the pillars shines brightly.

One punch, two punches... three punches!
Yun Jingda's mind was so excited that he couldn't tell the spiritual power to control the vines to wrap around Zhao Lin.

During the two attempts to knead the formulas, they failed.

There was no other reason. He had to gather all his spiritual power to maintain the vine-winding technique. If he used his spiritual power to cast the spell, then Zhao Lin could break through the defense with a single punch.

Even so, when the rattan technique received the third punch, it finally couldn't hold on and collapsed!
All the disciples were stunned, every time Zhao Lin punched, it seemed to hit their hearts.

Think about it differently, what would you do if you were in this situation?
escape?Can't escape!
Defend?Can't help it!
attack?Can't attack!
The spell dissipated, Yun Jingda turned around and fled.

Zhao Lin was not in a hurry, and punched Yaoyao.

Frost Fist!
I saw a white smoke gushing out, carrying a cold breath, hitting Yun Jingda's back.

Yun Jingda staggered and was about to fall down immediately.

Zhao Lin rubbed his body forward and reached out to support him.

"Zhao...Junior brother Zhao is amazing, I...convinced."

Yun Jingda's teeth were chattering when he spoke, and he sighed secretly, thinking: If he used attacking spells from the beginning, would the result be better?
The disciples were stunned for a while, but no one said a word, even Elder Wu, who was most familiar with Zhao Lin, showed surprise on his face.

Zhao Lin only used three punches to end the fight, and the whole process only took a few breaths from the beginning to the end.

"good."

Zhou Hongfang said lightly. (end of this chapter)