Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Although he was hit at the same time, Zhao Lin was prepared in advance and resisted with the strength of the tortoise shell, almost unscathed.

Wei Shi, on the other hand, used his physical body to carry it hard. His shoulder was cut, and his body was staggered.

Zhao Lin didn't give Wei Shi a chance to catch his breath, he rubbed his body, pumped his energy and blood to attack continuously, within less than ten rounds, he punched Wei Shi in the chest.

"Dengdengdeng..."

Wei Shi retreated seven or eight steps in a row before stabilizing his body, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward again.

"What a powerful body!"

Zhao Lin was secretly surprised, the punch just now used [-]% of his strength, even if he was hit by himself, it would be very uncomfortable, Wei Shi was still able to stand upright.

If it hit Faxiu, this punch would probably kill someone, and the magic circle would have moved him out long ago.

Immediately, he launched a fierce attack with all his strength. With years of actual combat experience, he quickly turned his advantage into victory. In a short while, he punched Wei Shi again.

thump!
This time Wei Shi finally couldn't hold on, and fell down and sat on the ground.

Even so, the magic circle was still not triggered.

"Zhao Linsheng!"

The elder arbitrator shouted in time, and then added: "Wei Shi fell to the ground and sentenced to lose."

"Wonderful!"

"rare!"

There was thunderous applause at the scene. It was the first time for many people to see such a fierce melee combat. They couldn't help but look at martial arts and physical training with admiration, and put away their contempt.

"Brother Zhao is very strong in martial arts, I admire you."

Wei Shi stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened, patted the dust off his body and said.

"Brother Wei has such strength at such a young age, I should envy you."

What Zhao Lin said was from the bottom of his heart. Although he was stronger than the other party, he was nearly twice as old. There was really no reason to be complacent.

The winner of the first round remained on the court, so the two sides in the second round were Zhao Lin and Fang Qinglu.

"The battle just now was very exhausting, let's use spirit stones to assist in recovery."

The elder arbitrator said, and handed Zhao Lin a spirit stone.

"Thank you elder!"

Zhao Lin thanked him, held the spirit stone with both hands, sat down cross-legged, pressed the spirit stone against his abdomen, and recovered his physical strength while replenishing his spirit power.

At this moment, the spiritual training picture in his mind flashed, releasing countless tentacles, trying to grab the spiritual energy in the spirit stone.

"The spirit stone is mine."

With a thought in his mind, Zhao Lin pushed back the claws.

After about two quarters of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes.

Fang Qinglu was already standing on the field at this time, and said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, we will compete after you recover."

"As it should be."

Zhao Lin is also polite, the outcome of this game is related to whether he can win the first place, and the opponent is so strong, it is definitely not a loss to rest for a while.

Taking advantage of the rest time, he deduced how to deal with Fang Qinglu in his heart.

The battle is changing rapidly, and the deduction cannot be accurate to every move, but to think about the most basic strategy and way to win.

Against sword repair, the way of fighting is completely different from physical repair, and it is also different from law repair.

In fact, no matter who confronts Sword Cultivator, he will feel a headache.

Because the first hand is always on the side of the sword repairer, which is a bit like the saying in martial arts that only speed can not break.

After a while, Zhao Lin stood up and put the unused spirit stones into the lock bag.

"If you achieve a small success in a spell, your physical body is not inferior to physical cultivation. You are a good opponent."

Fang Qinglu said with burning eyes.

Zhao Lin understood what he meant. A swordsman needs to be sharpened in battle to grow, so he is extremely eager for battle. Every time he meets a good opponent, he will be happy to see Lie Xin.

This is treating yourself as a whetstone.

"After three years of cultivating sword energy, you are also a good opponent."

While talking, the two walked to their respective positions and stood still.

As everyone expected, Fang Qinglu raised his hand and released the flying sword as soon as the elder arbitrator gave an order.

I saw a white spot gradually enlarged, chasing light and electricity and coming directly.

Zhao Lin stepped forward, and when Feijian came within three feet of him, he suddenly took a step forward obliquely, and his body turned into a phantom.

The flying sword fell through!

Huh?
Fang Qinglu was taken aback. Zhao Lin's step seemed ordinary, but it implied a mystery. The timing and steps were extremely precise. While dodging, he took a step closer to himself.

Zhao Lin's movement method is the skill of overturning the rain and turning the clouds, but this step is based on the step hexagrams he practiced when he was practicing martial arts, from the "Lin" position to the "Wu Wang" position.

In fact, Zhao Lin was also very careful, because the flying sword was so fast, doing so was like dancing on the tip of a knife, and if he was not careful, he would be stabbed by the flying sword.

But this risk must be taken, otherwise you will only be beaten.

This is the disadvantage of low-level monks. Limited by their spiritual power, their attack range is only [-] feet, which is half as close as Fang Qinglu. They must get close before they can attack.

Fang Qinglu snorted softly, and backed away from Zhao Lin. At the same time, he commanded Feijian to make a sharp turn and stab at the back of Zhao Lin's head.

Zhao Lin kept on stepping, stepping on the hexagrams such as "Feng", "Ben", "Jiji" and "Qian". opened.

"It's so hanging, it's almost there!"

"Obviously about to be stabbed, but I dodged."

"What's the situation, is this the legendary qinggong..."

The monks who watched the battle didn't know why, and they were amazed. Only a few monks who had practiced martial arts in the mortal world probably knew the reason.

Fang Qinglu frowned deeply. If this continues, once Zhao Lin gets close, his advantage will be gone.

"Swirling Light Flying Sword!"

Fang Qinglu's lips moved slightly, and the flying sword immediately spun rapidly around the center of the sword body, like a boomerang.

At the same time, a sword aura several feet long was released from the tip of the sword.

The flying sword's speed was a bit slower, but the length of the sword and the extremely long sword energy covered an area of ​​more than one foot, and there was a faint buzzing sound.

As a result, it is impossible for Zhao Lin to avoid it through body skills.

Zhao Lin imagined the situation where he couldn't avoid the flying sword, and he also had a countermeasure in mind, so he dodged sideways and pinched out a formula in his hand.

In an instant, the aura of Tuxing frantically gathered.

Rock Armor!
The casting time of defensive spells was much faster than that of offensive spells. Just as Feijian was about to get close, a yellow light appeared in front of Zhao Lin, which instantly turned into an inch-thick rock wall.

Zhao Lin deliberately released only half of his mana, and halved the thickness of the rock armor, making it look like it was only at the proficiency level, not at the Xiaocheng level.

After one year of cultivating the Tao, one can become a magic genius by mastering only one minor level spell, and two spells are unreasonable.

And Zhao Lin has other plans.

Seeing this situation, there was a sigh outside the arena, and many people began to shake their heads.

The armor cannot be moved until the rock armor technique is completed.

In other words, once this spell is used, the monk can only stand still.

Facing the sword cultivator using such a spell, it is tantamount to binding his own hands and feet, and the possibility of winning is extremely slim.

Fang Qinglu frowned, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. (end of this chapter)