Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Zhao Lin's heart sank. He didn't expect that he would be so careful, and after going around in a big circle, he still encountered these two bandit cultivators.

The terrain here is relatively flat and overgrown with bushes, so it is not a good ambush location.

Obviously, the two had known for a long time that they were going to pass by, one blocked the way ahead, and the other hid in the bamboo forest to intercept.

How did they find themselves? Is it possible that they can pinch and count?
Zhao Lin was puzzled, and suddenly saw a black and yellow bird resting on the shoulder of the bully-eyed man, and he understood it all at once.

Spiritual bird tracking is a very common method. I have been observing the movement on the ground, but I didn't pay attention to the air, so I need to pay more attention in the future.

Zhao Lin didn't act rashly. Under the observation of the qi-watching technique, the handsome monk's cultivation was at the seventh level of qi refining, and the man with the big eyes even reached the eighth level of qi refining.

The halberd tip and the folding fan held by the two of them are magic weapons, no matter how fast they move, they cannot be faster than the magic weapons.

The bully-eyed man looked smug, and shouted: "Boy, why don't you run away?"

Brother Junlang opened the folding fan, and said in a relaxed tone: "Don't tell me, brother Song, he runs quite fast. If I hadn't ambushed here in advance, he might have escaped."

The glaring-eyed man shook his face, and immediately retorted: "Impossible, my Heavenly Diamond Halberd is not a vegetarian!"

The two talked from a long distance away, completely ignoring Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin thought to himself that he regarded himself as a rookie in the early stage of Qi refining.

The appearance of Wuxiu's spiritual power is very similar to that of Faxiu, with only minor differences. In addition, Zhao Lin deliberately restrained his blood. The two bandit cultivators saw that his cultivation base was only the third level of refining Qi, and they didn't take it seriously at all. The appearance of a sure-fire winner.

"Two fellow Taoists, my younger brother has only practiced Taoism for a few years, and he doesn't have much property on him. Please give me your hands. If you refuse to let me go, I can only release this talisman!"

Zhao Linwei cupped his hands, took out the Hongyan Talisman from the lock bag, held it in his hand and showed it to the two of them.

He is not the character of calming down, but facing the two monks in the late stage of Qi refining, it is best not to make a move.

The color of the swan goose symbol is black and gray, and it is shaped like a piece of goose feathers, which is easy to distinguish.

Each county of Chenghuazong has a teleportation tower, which is dedicated to receiving various messenger symbols. After the Hongyan symbol is activated, it will find the nearest teleportation tower by itself.

"Swan Goose Talisman?"

The bully-eyed man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, as if he saw something funny.

"Let go if you have the guts. Anyway, both of us have been wanted. You see, the person who rescued you came sooner, or Lao Tzu's magic weapon."

The bully-eyed man shot a greedy look in his eyes, unexpectedly Zhao Lin would casually take out a Swan Goose Talisman worth [-] spirit coins, so it can be seen that there must be a lot of good things on him.

Brother Handsome also thought of this, and deliberately persuaded in a gentle tone: "The two of us are only asking for money, and we don't want to hurt our lives. Obediently put down the lock bag, and we will let you live."

One of them sang red faces and the other sang bad faces, deceiving Zhao Lin not to release the Hongyan Talisman.

Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, knowing exactly what the two of them were thinking.

During the performance meeting last year, he was able to defeat a monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Now that his level has been raised by one level, and he holds two proficient level attack spells, he is not without the power to fight.

The combat strength of a monk depends on one's cultivation base, second on spells, and third on auxiliary equipment such as treasures, armor, and talismans.

Although the two bandit cultivators are in the late stage of Qi refining, they are not very old. They are only about 30 years old. They have only practiced Taoism for more than ten years. The late monks are not the same.

More importantly, the two of them still don't know their identities as martial artists, so they can use this to surprise them in battle.

Zhao Lin experienced many dangers when he was practicing martial arts. He was chased and killed by bandits many times, and he was also surrounded by warriors from the Western Regions.

In the world of cultivating immortals, he has been acting in a low-key manner, but his bloodiness has not been wiped out because of this.

"At this point, all we have to do is give it a go!"

If you just want to seek stability and subdue softness when encountering problems, what way should you cultivate?

Zhao Lin could also see that the Hongyan Talisman could not threaten the two of them, but it had an unexpected effect: the Talisman was very valuable, and the two of them were a bit wary.

Since they don't want to tear their faces apart, I can just make them insensitive first and take the opportunity to get rid of one of them.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin intentionally showed hesitation, and said timidly: "As long as I put down the lock bag, you can let me go? You won't lie to me, will you?"

When the bully-eyed man heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, "Of course, wouldn't it be possible that the two of us will lie to you as a junior in the late stage of Qi refining?"

Brother Junlang also echoed: "Don't worry, little friend, you put the things in your hands and the lock bag on the ground, and you can leave immediately."

"We keep our word and never break our word."

The two of them didn't want to force Zhao Lin too hard. If the Hongyan Talisman was released, the thousand spirit coins would fly away.

"Let me think."

Zhao Lin paced and said, pretending to be thinking, holding the Hongyan Talisman tightly in his hand.

The two bandit cultivators didn't urge them. From their point of view, Zhao Lin was just a fish on the chopping board.

But neither of them noticed that Zhao Lin was pacing back and forth, approaching Brother Handsome deliberately.

Thirty feet, 27 feet, 24 feet...

Brother Junlang's cultivation level is slightly lower, so Zhao Lin decided to kill him first!

"Okay, I can give you something, but you have to throw the magic weapon on the ground first."

Zhao Lin suddenly stopped and said.

Now that you decide to do it, try to weaken your opponent's strength.

The bulging-eyed man turned cold and said, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Lin said nervously, "What if you don't let me go after I put down my things? You all have magic weapons in your hands, I... don't feel at ease."

"It's understandable, it's up to you."

The handsome monk hurriedly agreed, threw the folding fan aside, and secretly gestured to the bully-eyed man.

"Okay, we agree, but don't play tricks, or you will suffer."

As the bully-eyed man said, he also threw the tip of the halberd a dozen steps away.

From their point of view, there is no need to use magic weapons to deal with Zhao Lin. They just do it for peace of mind. When Zhao Lin puts down the Hongyan Talisman, he can be knocked down with just a single spell. Wouldn't it be up to him then?

"Then I'll put my things down now, and you don't want to come over."

Zhao Lin pretended to be nervous, carefully put the Hongyan Talisman into the lock bag, raised his hand and threw it out.

While speaking, without anyone noticing, he walked to less than twenty feet away from the handsome monk, retracted his hands into his sleeves, and quietly squeezed a formula.

With a "click", the lock bag fell to the ground.

The eyes of the bully-eyed man and the handsome monk were attracted at the same time.

At this moment, Zhao Lin suddenly waved his arm, and shot out an ice knife, which went straight to the throat of the handsome monk! (end of this chapter)