Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 342
Two days have passed...

Zhao Lin and Yinhun traveled to the south of the Yinfeng Realm.

There is no sun and moon in the sky, so it is difficult for beginners to distinguish east, west, north, south, but they can judge the direction and approximate time according to the stars in the sky.

There are detailed descriptions in the task rules, and Zhao Lin quickly mastered it after a period of comparison.

The mountains in the south are undulating, and there are no particularly tall mountains, but they are steep and steep, densely covered with forests, and monsters and beasts are gradually increasing.

Although the monsters have low intelligence, they also have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When they see Zhao Lin and ghosts, most of them will run away or hide.

Zhao Lin has no interest in these monsters, they cannot be eaten, nor can they be used as materials for making talismans and refining weapons.

Over the past two days, I have traveled through mountains and ridges, only to find two Yinfeng grass and one star peony grass, and the harvest is very little.

"Li Zing, we will rest here tonight."

Zhao Lin took out the tent and said to Yinhun.

Li Zing is the name of Yinhun.

Yinhun looks like a jellyfish, so Zhao Lin named it White Sting for convenience.

Yinhun proposed, "I want my surname to be Li."

Zhao Lin felt very strange, and asked, "Why is your surname Li, and not another surname?"

Yin Hun faltered, unable to answer.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Lin became even more suspicious that it had ingested the soul of a certain monk, so that his perception of himself was biased, and asked: "Who are you...?"

Yin Hun was stunned for a while, with a trace of confusion in his tone, "I...don't know."

Zhao Lin didn't go any further. After two days together, the relationship between him and Yinhun eased a lot.

It was its several reminders along the way that made Zhao Lin avoid other monks in time, and it was also because of this thousand-year-old ghost that those souls without wisdom dared not come to harass them.

Yin Soul seemed to be gradually getting used to staying with Zhao Lin, and never mentioned leaving again.

Zhao Lin became more and more sure that Yin Hun possessed humanity, so he was not as strict with it as before, and the amount of Sanyang Dan he was given was reduced to a quarter.

However, during the rest, Zhao Lin still tied up the ghosts, and the necessary precautions could not be less.

The twilight is deep and the stars are changing.

Zhao Lin meditated in the tent, while "Li Zing" stood guard at the door.

Yinhun doesn't need to sleep, so Zhao Lin simply let it be responsible for vigilance.

After finishing the work, Zhao Lin looked at the spiritual cultivation map in his mind, thought twice, and erased the Thousand Illusions and Mind-Calming Techniques.

Although these two spells are miraculous and can interfere with the enemy's sanity during combat, they are crooked ways after all. With the improvement of cultivation base, the effect of this illusion will become smaller and smaller.

There is also a very important point, the spiritual training map has limited space, and it is not realistic to occupy two grids to practice illusion.

On the fourth day, continue southward.

"Li Zing, this world is not big, what is the end like?"

Looking at the changing nebula in the sky, Zhao Lin suddenly thought of a question.

"There is an invisible barrier that cannot be seen or touched, but it cannot be broken through."

Li Zing replied.

Zhao Lin nodded slightly. He had heard a saying: compare the small world to a walnut, inside is the world itself, and the hard shell outside is the barrier.

Zongmen used a powerful array breaking technique to open a small hole in the walnut shell, which is the entrance to the small world.

"If it is extrapolated from this, the Xuanyuan Continent is probably just a walnut in the eyes of a higher-level world."

Zhao Lin pondered for a while, and felt that this question was too profound, and it was not something he could figure out at the moment, so he shook his head with a self-conscious smile, and moved on.

After passing a foothill, the roar of fighting skills came from below.

"Boy, why don't you run away? Obediently hand over Yinfengcao to me!"

With a loud laugh, a rough voice said.

Zhao Lin didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, and was about to leave immediately when he heard this.

Why is this voice so familiar?

After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that the owner of the voice was the fat monk he met on the spirit boat.

No need to ask, this guy must be relying on his advanced cultivation to do the business of robbing other people's harvest.

Zhao Lin has no ability to manage this kind of thing, the only thing he can do is to leave as soon as possible, so as not to get into trouble.

"Get out, I won't give it!"

A stubborn voice sounded.

Wei Shi!

Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment, and thought: "No, brother Wei was blocked."

"Very good, I'll see how long you can keep your mouth shut! Say it again, hand over the lock bag, and obediently pick the seven-day spiritual grass for me..."

Zhao Lin hesitated for a moment, moved down the hillside, and at the same time gestured to Li Zing to follow.

Go to the front of the hill and look down.

I saw that the big fat monk was controlling a small magic weapon "Antler Blade", patrolling back and forth in the air, constantly attacking Wei Shi.

Wei Shi was quite embarrassed, his clothes were torn in many places, and there were several wounds on his exposed skin, blood was constantly oozing out.

It stands to reason that even if the body repairer loses, at least he can choose to flee for his life.

But the big fat monk had already figured it out, and used a thorn technique.

Countless thorns grew wildly from the ground, dancing like a long snake, and rushed towards Wei Shi.

There were sharp thorns growing on the thorns, Wei Shi was also extremely afraid, and it took a lot of effort to break off one piece, but then new thorns grew out.

The big fat monk manipulated the law calmly, taking advantage of Wei Shi's unpreparedness to make a sneak attack from time to time, with a smile on his mouth, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Zhao Lin could see that although this big fat monk had a low character, he was an expert in fighting skills and knew how to deal with physical training.

"Surrender quickly, after cleaning you up, I'll catch that martial artist and slowly process you two!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lin's face darkened, and finally made up his mind, he turned to Li Zing and said, "This man is my friend, help me to interfere with the illusion, and I will rescue him."

"friend?"

Li Zing was startled, and asked, "What did you transform into?"

Zhao Lin thought quickly, and said, "Turn into two monks to scare him."

Li Zing replied: "Okay, I'll go around from one side, it's a bit far from here."

Zhao Lin didn't stop him, looked at Yin Hun's back, and suddenly asked, "You won't take the opportunity to run away, will you?"

Without waiting for it to answer, he added another sentence: "Even if you want to leave, you have to perform the illusion before leaving."

I made up my mind in my heart that if Yinhun escaped, he would have to force himself to do so.

"who?"

Zhao Lin moved down quietly, and when he was close to a distance of seventy or eighty feet, the fat monk suddenly looked over and shouted coldly.

"Which friend is it, do you want to meddle in business?"

The fat monk withdrew his magic weapon with a vigilant look on his face, but still entangled Wei Shi with the thorns technique.

"It seems that I am not of my race after all, I am afraid that I have already run away..."

Zhao Lin sighed softly, and when he was about to rush out, he suddenly saw the aura fluctuating around the fat monk, and two monks appeared out of thin air!
The two monks each held a flying sword, and without a word, drove the flying swords to stab the fat monk in the air!
(End of this chapter)