Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 311
"What was the name of that punch you just made?"

Fang Qinglu pursed his lips and asked Zhao Lin a question.

"Thunder Fist."

Zhao Lin actually didn't want to use this martial art, but judging the form at the time, if he didn't use the Thunder Sound Fist, it would be almost impossible to defeat this swordsman.

What's more, with the spiritual training map in hand, as long as you gather enough spirit stones, you can secretly cultivate one or two, or even more perfection-level spells as a new trump card.

"Leiyin Fist, I remember."

Fang Qinglu nodded, "Let's fight again when we have a chance."

"it is good!"

Zhao Lin responded casually, and walked slowly back to his camp.

There is still a competition, but no matter who wins or loses, it will not affect his ranking.

Seeing Zhao Lin come back, the disciples of Nanhezhou, including senior brother Chuan Gong, all cast envious eyes at him.

A chalcedony pill, 100 good deeds, and the [-] yuan spirit stone rewarded by the master, Zhao Lin can be said to have gained the most this time.

Among other things, the elixir of light chalcedony pill, which is very beneficial to cultivation, cannot be purchased with spiritual stones or even good skills.

But envy is envy, and everyone knows that except for Zhao Lin, none of the disciples has the ability to defeat a Dharma cultivator, a Physique cultivator, and a Sword cultivator in a row.

The two elders, Zhou Hongfang and Nie Wu, were all smiling. Zhao Lin won the first place in this fight, which is considered to be a face to Nanhe Prefecture.

After a while, when the scene quieted down, the elder arbitrator raised his voice and said, "Fang Qinglu will face Wei Shi in the third fight."

"Elder, I don't want to compete, let me lose."

Fang Qinglu said unexpectedly.

"What, no comparison?"

The elder arbitrator frowned, "Were you injured just now?"

"If you can't get the first place, No.2 and No.3 make no difference to me."

Fang Qinglu shook his head, answering confidently.

"No difference?"

The elder arbitrator's face sank, and just as he was about to reprimand him, Zhang Zhangyuan stood up, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, there's no need to force it, Wei Shi will count as winning the third round."

Wei Shi was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "That's kind!"

The martial arts battle is over, and this year's performance will come to an end, and the disciples from the three states will go back to their residences to rest.

Silent all night.

The next day, Zhou Hongfang led a group of disciples to leave Dongyang County.

Before leaving, Zhou Hongfang smiled and said to Master Pang, who came to see him off: "Next year, we will host the performance in Nanhezhou, so please be sure to come to Master Pang."

Pang Zhangyuan smiled and said: "Even if Zhou Zhangyuan doesn't say anything, I also want to taste the taste of hidden sword cold fish."

"By the way, what is the regulation of fighting martial arts next year? Are monks other than Dharma cultivators allowed to participate?"

Zhou Hongfang asked with a half-smile.

Zhao Lin has just entered the sect for one year, while Fang Qinglu and Wei Shi have both been three years, which means that next year Zhao Lin will be even more invincible.

The corner of Pang Zhangyuan's mouth twitched when he heard the words, and he said in embarrassment: "Forget it, the fighting method is still based on the cultivation of the law, and it is more suitable for monks who are good at fighting to participate in the sect competition."

"Then we'll meet again next year."

Zhou Hongfang laughed lightly, and boarded the spirit boat after speaking.

……

Two days later, the group returned to Hanchi County.

The end of the year is approaching, and the disciples of Lingdao Academy will usher in a long vacation of about half a month.

The disciples whose family members did not come to Cheng Huazong went back to the small world to visit relatives, and the disciples whose family members lived in the mortal settlements also went to reunite with their families, and those who were alone like Li Sancai stayed in the county to practice.

Before the holiday, the elder Chuan Gong taught all the first-year disciples a method of exercise.

The exercise is called "Gushenjue".

The Consolidating God Art has only one purpose: to strengthen the consciousness and prevent the loss of the body!
"Gushen Jue is a compulsory skill for every monk, and the reason is very simple. There are many monks who have advanced in the world of cultivating immortals, but they have never been able to break through the realm, and they are on the verge of death."

"Some of these people are unwilling to give up the way. To put it bluntly, they don't want to die, so they set their minds on seizing the house, and want to borrow a physical body to be reborn!"

Elder Wu glanced at the crowd, and said slowly, "Are any of you willing to be taken away?"

Nowhere did the disciples agree, and they all shook their heads. Zhu Cong asked curiously, "Elder, if my house is taken away, what will happen to me?"

"As for me, my soul is gone, leaving only a piece of memory to be absorbed by the person who took the house."

Elder Wu replied.

"Is it easy to seize the house?"

Zhu Cong then asked.

"It's hard! Seizing a house is an act against the heavens, and there is a great possibility of being punished by heaven, but even so, some people still take risks in order to survive."

Elder Wu explained, "Even a mortal can unleash unimaginable willpower when faced with a major survival crisis."

"This is what makes the man angry, and the blood splatters five steps."

"However, if you seize the house, you can only seize the monk's house, because mortals are protected by the way of heaven, and monks cannot take away their house."

"Of course, monks generally don't take away the homes of mortals. Ordinary people can't practice Taoism, and taking homes can only live for a few decades longer. The gains outweigh the losses."

"It's also not easy to win the monk's home, but there are always some evil monks in the world who have researched various evil skills. In order to avoid this kind of thing, every sect has a formula, and my Chenghua sect's skill is the God-solidifying formula. "

Zhu Cong patted his heart, "Elder, if you practice the God Consolidation Art, you won't be taken away, right?"

Elder Wu laughed, "There are no absolutes in the world, but as long as you have practiced the Consolidating God Art, even if a Jindan cultivator comes, the possibility of successfully seizing the house is very slim."

"Although high-ranking monks have strong spiritual sense, they are in the home of the monks. As long as they have practiced the God-fixing Art, they can basically ensure no worries."

"Moreover, seizing the house is extremely dangerous. Once it fails, it will destroy both body and spirit."

"The reason why you didn't teach this method when you first joined the sect. For one thing, your cultivation was limited at that time, and it was a waste of time to practice."

"Secondly, you have been in the county this year, protected by the sect, so don't rush for a while."

"Now that some people go back to their hometown to visit their relatives and leave the county, they must practice this method, so as not to let the wicked take advantage of it."

After hearing this, Zhao Lin nodded secretly, the sect really considered it thoroughly.

After the explanation, Elder Wu began to pass on the formula of Gu Shen Jue to everyone.

The disciples did not dare to be negligent, and practiced seriously according to the formulas.

The formula of Gushen Jue is very simple, it is equivalent to setting up a fence at the outer layer of consciousness, doing the exercises three times a day, and persisting for three days will start to bear fruit.

Two days later, the rewards for this performance were distributed to Zhao Lin.

Considering that he was about to return to the small world, and the effect of the chalcedony pill would last for a month, Zhao Lin decided not to take the pill for the time being, and when he came back, he would try to break through to the third level of Qi refining in one breath.

A few days later, it was time to return home to visit relatives.

A total of 11 disciples came back to the small world to visit their relatives this time, including disciples from the Spiritual Dao Academy, and some seniors who had already left the Spiritual Dao Academy to practice in the county.

Elder Wu led everyone to board the spirit boat, and then said to the disciple who controlled the flying magic circle: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)