Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Seeing the goat, the disciples on the sidelines muttered.

"Why did you get a goat to come up? Is this going to be slaughtered to celebrate?"

"Hey, don't you understand? The magic circle is related to human life. It's best to test it with livestock before using it. Otherwise, if it doesn't work at the time, wouldn't it be a big accident!"

"It makes sense, but the elder uses a second-level spell to deal with a goat, isn't it a bit of an overkill..."

Amidst the discussion, the elder Chuan Gong kneaded the formula and waved his palm, and a black log as thick as a giant urn suddenly appeared in midair.

The giant tree turned rapidly and made rumbling noises, and even the disciples standing on the sidelines could feel the strong airflow.

baa...

The goat seemed to know that the danger was coming, so it was so frightened that it forgot to run away.

"Xiao Xiao Luo Mu!"

The elder Chuan Gong let out a low drink, and slapped his fingers forward.

With a sound of "buzz", the giant tree suddenly accelerated and fell down with a thunderous force.

boom!
The giant tree hit the ground with a deafening sound. Despite the protection of the magic circle, everyone could still feel the vibration coming from their feet.

At the moment when the giant tree hit the goat, there was a flash of red light and a wave of mana, and the goat disappeared out of thin air.

The disciples searched around, but saw the animal standing in an open space on the side of the field in good condition.

The scene was silent, followed by thunderous applause.

"It's amazing! Look at that goat, it hasn't lost a single hair."

"Yeah, I clearly saw that the giant tree fell on top of the goat's head, and I was rescued by the magic circle."

"That's a Tier [-] spell..."

Zhao Lin nodded secretly, more determined to practice the magic circle.

"Invite the six disciples to come on stage."

The Elder Chuangong smiled, he arranged the magic circle, hearing these praises, he couldn't help feeling complacent.

Zhao Lin and Yue Shengluan, another disciple representing Nanhezhou, looked at each other and walked towards the field at the same time.

Walking halfway, suddenly saw a figure flashing, a disciple in blue rushed to him, it was the sword cultivator from Juyanzhou.

"Sure enough, it is a sword cultivator, and he must be the first in everything."

Zhao Lin didn't care either, and glanced over to Xiniuzhou, just in time to see that body repairer also walking onto the stage.

According to the rules of the fighting method, self-declared family name before the competition.

Lanyi Jianxiu was the first to stand up, "Juyanzhou, Fang Qinglu!"

Qinglu means short sword, and this person's name complements his way of practice.

"Juyan Prefecture, Tao Yuanqing."

"South Hezhou, Yue Shengluan."

"Nanhezhou, Zhao Lin."

"Xiniu Prefecture, Wangjing."

Ti Xiu was the last one to speak: "Wei Shi, Xiniuzhou."

"Why is there a body repair? There is also a sword repair! Ah, there is also a martial arts..."

Among the crowd of onlookers was a monk who was proficient in qi-watching techniques. When he saw something wrong, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

One spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and soon everyone learned about it, and there was a commotion at the scene.

"Good guy, one martial arts cultivator, one sword cultivator, and one body cultivator, what kind of fighting technique is this?"

"The three major repairs are gathered together. It's the first time we've seen each other in so many years. It's worth watching!"

"What's the point, Faxiu can't survive one round..."

Seeing this, Pangzhang Academy in Dongyang County also had a toothache. His Lingdao Academy had a poor record in fighting skills in the last session. This time, he wanted to save face, so he sent a sword repairer to play.

I didn't expect that the other two were not vegetarians either. One sent physical training and the other sent martial arts. If this news got out, it would make people laugh out loud.

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have notified it in advance.

"Is Pang Zhangyuan worried that he won't be able to win the first prize? There is no need for it!"

The Taoist next to him thought he was worried about the result of the fight, so he came over to comfort him.

"Qinglu has already cultivated sword energy, and even the sixth-level disciples who have been practicing Qi for seven or eight years are not opponents. It is no problem to deal with two fledgling physical and martial arts."

"What Li Daodu said is true."

Pang Zhangyuan replied casually, thinking that as long as he wins the fight, he doesn't care what others say.

Next, the elder Chuan Gong announced the rules of fighting.

The rules are simple: in the first round, six disciples from three states will cross-compete, three will be eliminated, and three will remain.

In the second round, the three faced each other in pairs.

"Every time you win a game, you will get twenty good deeds."

"The final winner will be rewarded with another chalcedony pill!"

Hearing the words Chalcedony Pill, there was an uproar at the scene.

"My God, it's actually chalcedony pill?"

"Dongyang County has spent a lot of money!"

"From my point of view, they sent a swordsman to play, and they felt that winning the championship was a sure thing, so they were willing to offer such a high reward."

"So that's the case, it's really a good plan..."

Chalcedony pill is a rare high-grade pill, which can temporarily improve the rank of a monk's spiritual root.

For example, a monk with a middle-grade spiritual root can directly improve the quality of the spiritual root to a top-grade one by taking a chalcedony pill, and the effect of the medicine lasts for a month.

Chalcedony pills are usually given out as Zongmen rewards, and it is difficult to buy them on the market.

The market can only buy chalcedony liquid diluted with honey wine. One bottle needs three good deeds and three spirit stones, but the effect of the medicine can only last for three days, and the medicinal properties are also discounted.

However, chalcedony pills cannot be taken endlessly, at most one pill per year.

Zhao Lin had already researched the elixirs needed for the Qi Refining Realm, and he couldn't help being moved when he heard this reward.

"Good deeds, pills, and spirit stones are all what I want! Such a good opportunity can't be missed!"

In the first round of competition, draw lots to select opponents.

The acting disciple took out six wooden cards with the words A, B, and C written on them, and they were paired with each other, and those with the same words would fight against each other.

Zhao Lin drew the No. A card and was the first to appear on the stage. His opponent was Tao Yuanqing from Juyan Prefecture, a disciple of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Elder Chuan Gong, Fang Qinglu and others walked to the sidelines and waited.

Because of the protection of the magic circle, there is no need for a referee to be present, and the outcome is easy to decide: falling to the ground, voluntarily admitting defeat, or being removed from the magic circle is considered a loss.

"Senior Brother Tao, we must win!"

"Senior Brother Tao, defeat him!"

Tao Yuanqing has the advantage of the home court, and the cheers resounded overwhelmingly before the competition started.

Zhao Lin turned a deaf ear, walked to a circle in the venue and stood still.

There are two circles drawn by white lines on the ground, [-] feet apart. Both sides of the competition stand in the circles, and only after the fighting begins can they leave the circles.

This is a common rule of fighting skills, to prevent the two sides of the competition from getting too close, and there will be an uncontrollable situation before casting spells, and the distance of high-level monks fighting skills will only be further.

Such a long distance is not good for Zhao Lin.

Because Zhao Lin's cultivation is only at the second level of Qi Refining, and every time he goes up to one level during the Qi Refining period, his spiritual consciousness will increase by ten feet.

The limit of spiritual consciousness is the furthest attack distance of spells and magic weapons.

This means that as long as Tao Yuanqing takes a step back, Zhao Lin's spells can't help him, but the former can cast spells at will without being affected at all.

Zhao Lin and Tao Yuanqing stood still and held hands together.

"Please advise!"

"Please!" (end of this chapter)