Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 306 Fengrui
The elder Chuan Gong shouted an order, and Tao Yuanqing and Zhao Lin moved at the same time.

Tao Yuanqing flew back and opened his hand to cast a spell: Divine Walking Technique!
Yun Jingda, who was watching the battle, grinned and thought, isn't this the same tactic I used the day before yesterday?

This opening... I'm afraid it's more ominous than good!
Zhao Lin stretched out his body and strode forward, holding a formula in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped seven or eight feet, quickly closing the distance between the two.

"Ice Knife Technique!"

As soon as the spell took shape, Zhao Lin waved his palm and chopped out a skate.

The silver light flowed straight to Tao Yuanqing's chest!
"How come so fast?"

Pang Zhangyuan's heart skipped a beat. Tao Yuanqing's skill in divine movement was a minor success, and he could complete the spell within half a breath. Zhao Lin took the same amount of time, which meant that his ice knife skill was also a minor success.

How can this be?

Didn't this martial artist just join the sect for a year?

Compared with the proficient level, the Xiaocheng level ice blade technique not only doubles the casting speed, but also can control the ice blade with spiritual consciousness.

It would be fine if Zhao Lin only mastered the former, but it would be troublesome if he had both!

The two elders, Zhou Hongfang and Nie Wu, were also taken aback. They knew that Zhao Lin was proficient in ice blade skills. Could it be that he had broken through in the past two days?

This detail was only noticed by the foundation-building monks and a few experienced Qi-refining monks. Ordinary disciples only felt that Zhao Lin's spells were issued a little faster than expected.

Tao Yuanqing, possessed of magical skills, dodged lightly to avoid the skates, then turned around and ran towards the side of the field.

The shape of the hand changed rapidly, preparing to use the cane whip technique to prevent Zhao Lin from approaching.

Although he has never fought Wu Xiu before, it is common sense not to let Wu Xiu get close. Zhao Lin has already released a spell, and it is impossible to cast another spell in a short time.

Just as he was thinking about it, Tao Yuanqing suddenly felt vigilant, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a silver light appearing out of sight, and shot towards the right flank quickly.

The skates went around in circles, going back and forth!
"Small level ice knife technique!"

"Oh, martial arts masters spells, how can I stop this?"

The disciples on the sidelines saw it clearly, and they all exclaimed.

Tao Yuanqing turned sideways fiercely, and the skates flew past his waist and skirt, but his steps became chaotic, and his spells also faltered.

The competition that followed was almost a replica of the fight between Zhao Lin and Yun Jingda the day before yesterday.

Zhao Lin approached quickly, and Tao Yuanqing had no time to cast the second attack spell, so he could only buy time with defensive spells.

But Zhao Lin's fist was extremely hard, and he blasted away the defense three or two times, and directly hit a Tianshuang fist.

The cold smoke condenses into a column, the strength turns into frost, and the strength of the fist is as real as it is.

With the protection of the wood-soil phase formation formation, Zhao Lin did not hold back, and punched out 20 years of martial arts skills.

Tao Yuanqing felt cold all over his body, dizzy for a while, and his body was dragged out by a strong force.

The foreground changed, and when he came back to his senses, the man had already come outside the field, and beside him was the goat that was used to test the magic circle just now.

"Junior brother Zhao is profound in martial arts and brilliant in spells, I admire you."

Tao Yuanqing's face turned green and pale for a while, and he regretted it secretly.

If I had known this before, I might as well just attack directly, regardless of victory or defeat, at least I can hold on for a while longer.

"Assignment."

Zhao Lin clapped his hands in response, and walked to the sidelines to rest.

The disciples who watched the battle sighed for a while. They didn't expect the competition to end so soon. The whole process lasted less than ten breaths. Tao Yuanqing didn't even cast a decent spell, and Zhao Linsheng pierced through the defense.

Yun Jingda felt a little better in his heart, and it seemed that he was not wronged. At this moment, thinking about it, unless he cultivated a proficient spell, he would not be able to be Zhao Lin's opponent with any tactics.

In the second round, Fang Qinglu from Juyan Prefecture played against Wang Jing from Xiniu Prefecture.

With a calm demeanor, Wang Jing took out a judge's pen from the lock bag and held it in his hand.

The judge's pen is slightly larger than a common brush, long in a stick, thick and thin as a thumb, as black as ink, with a cold light shining on the tip of the pen.

It was the first time Zhao Lin saw someone using a magic weapon, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

Manipulating magic treasures requires certain knowledge, spiritual power, and spell attainments. The cultivation base must reach at least the middle stage of Qi refining, and the spell cultivation must be at least one level.

If the consciousness and spiritual power are insufficient, the magic weapon will not be able to be driven, and if there is no spell to cooperate with the control, the magic weapon will not be able to exert its power.

There are three key elements in fighting skills: mana, spells, and magic weapons.

If you use martial arts as a metaphor, mana is equivalent to power, and spells are equivalent to moves.

The magic weapon is equivalent to a weapon.

Mana and spells are indispensable, but magic weapons are not mandatory.

A monk with high fighting skills is just as powerful without a magic weapon, but a good magic weapon can increase the lethality.

The magic weapon will increase the consumption of consciousness and mana. For many disciples who have only practiced for a few years, the magic weapon will limit their performance.

The fact that Wang Jing dared to use the magic weapon in the fighting method showed that he had already used it proficiently and was proficient in this way.

And Fang Qinglu is a sword repairer, and the flying sword is also a magic weapon.

Two disciples with magic weapons faced each other, and the spectators couldn't help but widen their eyes. You must know that magic weapons are more dangerous than magic spells. They are often evenly matched one moment, and the winner will be determined the next moment.

"start!"

The elder Chuan Gong's voice fell.

Fang Qinglu squeezed the sword formula, pointed parallel to it, and shot out a flying sword from his sleeve.

Wang Jing frowned, seeing the flying sword coming through the air, knowing that the speed was absolutely faster than the sword cultivator, so he used a spiritual energy shield to cover himself in it.

Aura shields are not as effective as defensive spells, but are more time-efficient.

At the same time, he threw out the judge pen, driven by the spirit sword technique, and flew straight towards Fang Qinglu.

Sword cultivators are good at attacking, so they should avoid blindly defending against them. Wang Jing's cultivation base is the fifth level of Qi refining, and he still has extra mana to drive magic weapons while using the aura shield.

The speed of the flying sword was astonishing. Just as the judge pen flew less than ten feet away, the former sword had already slashed on the aura shield.

laugh!
The spiritual energy shield shook for a while, and the spiritual energy separated to both sides like water waves.

Wang Jing gritted his teeth, concentrated his spiritual power to repair the aura shield, and continued to manipulate the judge's pen to hit Fang Qinglu.

Fang Qinglu still stood still, ordered the flying sword to circle around, suddenly accelerated, and slashed down again.

There was another soft sound, and the spirit shield shook even more violently, Wang Jing had no choice but to increase the output of spirit power.

The spiritual power allocated to the judge's pen decreased, and the speed also dropped.

Zhao Lin shook his head secretly, wanting to defend but also reluctant to give up attacking, he may not be able to take any of them in the end.

But if you think about it, there may not be a better way, because the initiative is already in Fang Qinglu's hands.

The corner of Fang Qinglu's mouth twitched, turning a blind eye to the flying judge's pen, and directed the flying sword to take off again.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe", cut three swords in a row.

Slightly...

A crack finally appeared in the aura shield.

Wang Jing was shocked, he didn't care about driving the judge's pen, and increased his spiritual power to try to gather the spiritual energy shield.

But...it was too late.

Feijian seemed to have eyes, and stabbed straight at the gap. Before he could get close, a red light spewed out from the tip of the sword, passed through the gap, and went straight to Wang Jing's throat!
"what!"

After a burst of mana fluctuations, Wang Jing was removed from the field.

(End of this chapter)