Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

The fat monk looked at Zhao Lin's hiding place and looked around at the same time, for fear that more than one person came.

At this moment, Yinhun used illusion.

Two monks suddenly appeared in the fat monk's line of sight, less than twenty feet apart, and he couldn't help being shocked.

There are no foundation-building cultivators in the Yinfeng Realm, and if these two people can appear beside them silently, their cultivation level must not be inferior to his own.

What made him even more frightened was that the two monks were holding a flying sword with a cold light in their hands!

Sword repair, there are still two!
The big fat monk's heart beat violently, his body hair stood on end, he didn't care to check the cultivation of the two of them, and immediately retreated.

"Two friends, I have something to say..."

The two sword cultivators didn't talk to each other, they raised their hands and threw the flying swords, and two cold lights rushed straight at them.

The big fat monk hastily sacrificed the antler blade, met one of the flying swords, and at the same time pinched the magic formula with his hand, and cast a wooden defensive spell: the fence technique!
The aura of Mu Xing was condensed, and it turned into countless tough black bamboos in an instant, densely packed, intersecting and overlapping.

The bamboo clumps were spread in four consecutive layers from the inside to the outside, enclosing the fat monk like a cage.

Facing the two sword cultivators, he didn't dare to spare even a sliver of energy, all his energy was spent on manipulating magic weapons and defending spells.

The thorns technique that besieged Wei Shi lost its mana support and began to shrink and dissipate.

Wei Shi still didn't realize it, and was still staring blankly at the big fat monk and the two sword repairmen, wondering in his heart: "Who are these two people, why haven't I seen them before?"

"Brother Wei, come here!"

Zhao Lin came out from the dark, and sound transmission reminded him.

Wei Shi turned his head and saw Zhao Lin, he immediately reacted and ran over.

"Looking for death, dare to lie to me!"

The big fat monk released the magic weapon, but he didn't hear the expected sound of metal collisions. The flying sword that stabbed him disappeared as soon as it touched the bamboo bushes.

When he realized something was wrong, he used the Qi Watching Technique to see that the two sword cultivators turned out to be illusions. Knowing that he had been fooled, he couldn't help being furious.

When he saw Zhao Lin on the hillside, he understood everything.

"Oh it's you!"

The big fat monk was furious, but he was still very cautious. He scanned around with his divine sense, making sure that no one else was present, and then removed the fence technique.

But also because of such a delay, Wei Shi had already run to Zhao Lin.

"Okay, I'll clean it up with you!"

The big fat monk was furious, and the antler blade spun in the air, and shot straight at Zhao Lin from the air.

When the cultivation base has reached the ninth level of Qi refining, the spiritual consciousness can reach ninety feet, and all within this radius are its attack range.

This is the advantage of high-level monks. Zhao Lin can only be beaten passively, and the opponent cannot be reached by spells.

Zhao Lin waved his hand to signal Wei Shi to step aside, while he stood still, his eyes fixed on the magic weapon that was shot at fast.

If you use the rock armor technique, you can certainly defend against magic weapons, but if you have mastered the rock armor technique to the first level, you can still only defend at a fixed position.

In other words, if you use the Rock Armor spell, you have to stand still. If you want to move, you can only withdraw the spell.

Facing the ninth-level Qi Refining monks, fighting in this way will inevitably consume their spiritual power quickly, and put them in a passive position.

The only way to take a risk is to knock the opponent's treasure into the air with an iron ruler, so as to gain a chance to breathe.

The big fat monk saw Zhao Lin's intentions, smiled coldly, and manipulated the magic weapon up and down, left and right, making it difficult for people to figure out its route.

The antler blade flew to a distance of three zhang away from Zhao Lin, suddenly circled outwards, then accelerated sharply, and went straight to Zhao Lin's left rib.

Zhao Lin's eyes were fixed, and he swung out the iron ruler with his cross arm, and then raised it upwards, drawing an arc, and the head of the mace hit the antler blade fiercely.

Clang!
The two weapons collided with each other, making a piercing metal clashing sound, and the antler blade turned into a white light, flying straight into the sky with a shrill tremor.

Zhao Lin was shocked and took two steps back, feeling numbness in his palms. Although the antler blade was not big, the force it transmitted was astonishing.

"it is good!"

Wei Shi's eyes lit up, and he blurted out praise, thinking that he would also get a portable weapon in the future, so that he wouldn't have to use his body to resist the magic weapon every time.

The big fat monk was shocked, he didn't expect Zhao Lin to have the ability to blow away his magic weapon.

Unable to be frightened and angry, he immediately cast a divine movement spell on himself, recalled the magic weapon, and chased after the two of them.

"go!"

Zhao Lin gave a low shout, turned around and ran quickly.

Wei Shi knew that the time was pressing, so he immediately followed up.

Although the big fat monk was bulky and full of fat, he was faster than a galloping horse after performing the magic movement.

However, Zhao Lin and Wei Shi are both martial artists and physical practitioners, and their physical bodies alone can defeat spells.

Seeing the distance getting farther and farther, the big fat monk patted the lock bag without hesitation, took out a talisman from it, and slapped it with his palm.

"Wind Riding Talisman!"

Zhao Lin turned his head and saw the movement of the fat monk, and immediately recognized the talisman used by the other party, and his heart sank.

As a student of Lingdao Academy, one of the homework is to identify spells and talismans. Otherwise, when fighting spells, wait for other people's spells to take shape, and then respond temporarily when they call, and it will be too late.

Moreover, Zhao Lin also seized two Chengfeng Talismans from the third bandit Xiusong, and he recognized them at a glance.

"Haha, let's see where you are going!"

With the addition of spells, the big fat monk slowly lifted into the air, shouting triumphantly.

Riding the wind technique consumes a lot of mana, and only monks at the ninth level of refining Qi dare to squander it like this.

Zhao Lin frowned. The flying speed of riding the wind is not fast. If it is on flat ground, there is no need to worry.

But here is a mountainous area, the road is rugged, and you need to keep going up and down, but you can avoid all obstacles in the air, so you will be overtaken in a short time.

"How to do?"

Wei Shi asked while running, he is a physical trainer, he only knows a few auxiliary spells, and he is helpless in this situation.

Zhao Lin looked around and saw a valley not far ahead, with two mountain walls on the left and right, and only a small road more than ten feet wide in the middle.

"See that valley ahead? Control your speed and wait for him there."

Wei Shi thought that Zhao Lin was preparing for a big fight, so his heart sank, and he said, "Okay, let's do it with him!"

The two deliberately showed that they were exhausted, slowed down a little, and rushed into the gap between the two mountains.

The fat monk passed over the heads of the two of them and landed thirty feet ahead, with a grin on his face: "Now let's see where you are going!"

Zhao Lin's cultivation is at the third level of Qi Refining, and this distance is just within reach of him. As for physical training, there is no need to worry.

Seeing that the big fat monk withdrew the Wind Riding Technique, Zhao Lin was sure, and released a spell with a trick.

The spiritual energy gathered, and dozens of cyan air balls shot out.

"Trap!"

The big fat monk was like a duck with its throat choked, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

Such a difficult spell, a martial artist at the third level of Qi Refining has actually mastered it!

In the blink of an eye, the air mass spun rapidly and turned into huge cyclones.

Zhao Lin didn't hold back, and directly pushed his mana to the top, because he was worried that the big fat monk still had the Wind Riding Talisman, and the air mass released even took care of the air.

Due to the thinness of the spirit energy in the Yinfeng Realm, the air trapping technique's cyclone is a little smaller, but the power of the proficient spell is still astonishing.

Zhao Lin and Wei Shi turned around and ran wildly. Before leaving, Zhao Lin injected another spiritual power into the spell to make it last longer.

Played again!

The fat monk's face was bruised and purple, and he used a thorns technique in a rage, blocking the way of the two, and shot out the magic weapon in his hand at the same time.

"Om..."

As soon as the antler blade came into contact with the cyclone, it was immediately sucked into it, and finally broke free, only to be sucked in by another cyclone.

The big fat monk had no choice but to calm down, driving the antler blade to stir in the cyclone for a while, breaking through several cyclones in a row.

But when he broke through the cyclone formation of the air trapping technique, Zhao Lin and Wei Shi had already rushed out of the thorn bushes, where were there any people left?

"If I don't catch you two brats, I swear I won't be human!"

The fat monk raised his head to the sky and roared.

……

An hour later, Zhao Lin and Wei Shi got into a dense jungle.

"Thank you Brother Zhao."

Wei Shi saluted solemnly, "If brother Zhao Lin hadn't acted in time, my little brother would suffer today."

Zhao Lin waved his hand, "You're welcome, this guy hates the two of us, and he will trouble me sooner or later."

"Now is not the time to talk, let's recover our spiritual power first."

"it is good!"

The two of them each took out their spirit stones and sat down cross-legged.

The trapping technique just now consumed [-]% of Zhao Lin's spiritual power, so he must recover as soon as possible.

Spiritual power is the source of strength for monks, and if you have food in your hands, you will not panic in your heart.

After about half an hour, Zhao Lin and Wei Shi received their merits successively.

"After the last dharma meeting, my little brother was still not convinced, but when I saw you today, brother Zhao is much better than me."

Wei Shi came over and said sincerely.

"Brother Wei has won the prize."

Zhao Lin casually said modestly, intentionally changing the topic, "How is your injury?"

Wei Shi said indifferently: "My little brother is a physical trainer, a little injury is nothing."

Then he said bitterly: "This kind of person is the scum of the world of cultivating immortals. It is estimated that he has not been able to break through the foundation building. There is something wrong with his heart. He takes pleasure in bullying low-level monks. Sooner or later he will go crazy!"

Zhao Lin nodded, "Heavenly madness will bring rain, and human madness will bring disaster. There is no need to compete with this kind of mad dog."

After talking for a while, Wei Shi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Brother Zhao, what happened to the two sword cultivators who suddenly appeared just now?"

"It's an illusion."

Zhao Lin looked around, thinking that Yinhun was quite authentic, and before leaving, he performed an illusion as promised, which helped him a lot.

"I guess it's also an illusion..."

Wei Shi nodded, and then asked doubtfully, "Brother Zhao, why do you know illusion? Your Spiritual Academy still teaches this?"

"actually……"

Zhao Lin hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to explain it.

Just as the two were talking, there was a rustling sound in the forest.

Zhao Lin and Wei Shi turned their heads together, and saw in the dim light, a ghost with a seven-foot-long tentacle and a canopy more than ten feet wide swaggered towards it.

"Li sting?"

"Ghost!"

Zhao Lin and Wei Shi spoke at the same time.

Wei Shi stood up in a jerk, clenched his fists, and was about to rush forward to fight.

Zhao Lin hurriedly stopped him, "Brother Wei, don't rush, this ghost... I know it."

"What?"

Wei Shi looked astonished, thinking he had heard wrong.

"Li Zing, why are you back?"

Zhao Lin beckoned, feeling strange in his heart, this ghost finally had a chance to escape, and came back to look for him, could it be that he really regarded himself as a person?
"Let me see how you are doing, that person just now is very powerful."

Li Zing replied naturally.

Wei Shi's jaw dropped in shock when he heard Yinhun spit out human words. He looked at Yinhun and then at Zhao Lin, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Brother Wei, didn't you ask just now, where did the illusion come from? It was created by it, and it's called Li Zing."

Zhao Lin introduced.

Wei Shi was stunned for a long time, put down his fist, and habitually cupped his hands at Yinhun and said, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

Li Zing raised ten tentacles, crossed them into palms, and saluted back.

The corner of Wei Shi's mouth twitched, and he turned to look at Zhao Lin.

"This is the case. On the first day I came to the Yinfeng Realm, I met a Yinhun..."

Zhao Lin briefly explained the matter.

"So it is."

After Wei Shi heard this, he felt it was unbelievable, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he asked, "Brother Zhao, what should we do next? That mad dog must be looking for us everywhere."

Zhao Lin thought for a while, and said: "The monks on the ninth floor of Qi Refining must have many tracking methods, so it is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Neither Wei Shi nor Li Zhe had any objections, and the "three of them" walked out of the forest together.

Just as he was about to step out of the woods, Zhao Lin suddenly heard a rushing sound above his head, as if something was flying quickly through the air.

"Hold on."

Zhao Lin raised his hand to signal Wei Shi and Li Zing not to move, took two steps forward, and looked up to the sky through the gap between the branches and leaves.

I saw a gray-white talisman hovering in the sky tens of feet high, cruising back and forth.

"Brother Zhao, how is it? What's outside?"

Seeing Zhao Lin's gloomy face, Wei Shi asked in a low voice.

"Patrol character."

"I'm afraid this guy is crazy."

When Wei Shi heard this, his face turned ugly.

The Patrol Talisman is similar to the Swan Goose Talisman, which contains a jade slip of true meaning, which can record the sounds and sights along the way.

The difference is that there is a mark of the cultivator's own spiritual consciousness on the inspection talisman, and the talisman will return to the cultivator's hands before the aura is exhausted.

The monks can view everything they observe from the true meaning jade slip, which is mainly used for investigation and inspection.

The price of the inspection talisman is comparable to that of the swan goose talisman, and one talisman costs more than 1000 yuan of spiritual coins.

Fat big monk spent so much money just to catch the two of them, his sanity can no longer be described as a normal person.

Wei Shi hesitated for a moment, and suggested: "Why don't we go back, don't do this task, don't be as knowledgeable as this kind of mad dog."

Zhao Lin glanced at the stars in the sky, shook his head and said, "It's just past noon now, we won't be able to return to Zhongyin Mountain before You hour, and tomorrow will be the soonest."

Wei Shi said again: "Why don't we hide here all the time?"

Zhao Lin still shook his head, "I'm afraid it won't work. Just now we were only on our way, so we might leave some traces."

"It would take a long time to search for the trace, but with the help of the Patrol Talisman, he should find it soon."

"It's safest to continue on your way."

Wei Shi was right after thinking about it, and immediately agreed.

Li Zhe had been quietly listening to the conversation between the two, and at this moment he suddenly said: "Someone rushed over from a place five hundred feet away from the forest." (End of this chapter)