Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

"【Stone Armor Technique】?"

Song Youping's expression changed slightly.

Everything in the world has its nemesis.

Half of his strength comes from the use of poison, a quarter from hidden weapons, and a quarter from physical strength.

This [Stone Armor Technique] is invulnerable to swords and spears, and cannot be harmed by water or fire. Many of his methods were wasted before they could even be used.

Now there is only one way left for him, and that is to find a way to break the "turtle shell" on Song Youlin.

My brain was working rapidly, and soon, a plan came to my mind.

Song Youping's wrist turned inadvertently, and then he threw out an inch-high blue and white porcelain vase with lightning speed.

Although his movements were subtle, Song Youlin's insight was so sharp that almost at the moment he threw the porcelain bottle, a spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips.

The blue and white porcelain vase exploded in mid-air instantly.

"Pong"

A white-gray mist suddenly spread out, blocking the view.

As the arena's barrier was activated, the mist was trapped in the arena. In just a blink of an eye, the entire arena space was covered.

"What is this?" Song Youlin frowned slightly. Because he didn't know what the fog was, he didn't dare to act rashly for a moment. He could only use his spiritual power to force back the fog that was constantly pouring in.

At this moment, Song Youping had already merged into the mist and lost his trace, and his spiritual sense could not capture his location.

Song Youlin suddenly realized that this was the opponent's means of confusing him. In order to guard against the opponent's poison, even his eyes were covered when he cast the [Stone Armor Technique], and he could only rely on his spiritual sense to assist in the battle.

But now, his consciousness was blocked by this strange fog, and he became completely blind.

Song Youping blended into the mist, walking silently, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. An excellent assassin would never be restricted by the environment and would create opportunities when there were none.

This is his home court.

"This thing looks familiar..."

On the judges' panel, Song Changsheng looked at the fog filling the arena, thinking deeply.

He soon remembered that in order to obtain the dragon scales, he, under the guidance of Zhan Tianxia, ​​went deep into the Shiwanda Mountains with Xu Yunhe and Zhuang Yuechan and came to a place called Xianxian Valley.

The sky above Xianxian Valley is shrouded in such fog all year round, which can block spiritual consciousness.

Although there are many ways to achieve this effect, there are still differences in details. Song Changsheng could tell at a glance that this was the kind that covered the sky above Xian Valley.

"Where did this guy get this?" Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart full of confusion.

He remembered that he had heard Zhuang Yuechan say that the fog was unique to Xianxian Valley. Song Youping was not yet an adult and had never been down the mountain, so it was obviously impossible for him to have obtained it in Xianxian Valley.

Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel interested. He didn't expect that he would have an unexpected gain when the competition was coming to an end.

Just as he was thinking, Song Youping, who was hiding in the thick fog, finally found a suitable opportunity.

"Swish"

He came to Song Youlin's side like a ghost, waved his sleeves, and sprinkled a cloud of red powder, which silently flew towards the direction where Song Youlin was.

"boom--"

Song Youlin, who had been standing still, suddenly had his spiritual power gushing out like a flood, forcing all the mist and the red powder that had silently approached to the other side of the arena.

The powder fell to the ground, and the surface of the ring made of fine iron made a sharp crackling sound, as if a cup of concentrated sulfuric acid was poured on it, and it quickly corroded the ring into pits and holes.

The people watching this scene in the audience immediately broke into a cold sweat for Song Youlin. Such a strong corrosive substance would be hard to resist if it got on the body.

Song Youlin's expression was calm, and he was not affected by this scene. Instead, he took the opportunity of Song Youping's reappearance to rush towards Song Youping at an extremely fast speed. A flash of cold light arrived first, and the long sword in his hand was like a green dragon pointing directly at his heart.

"So that's what you think." Song Youping instantly understood Song Youlin's thoughts. A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he tapped his toes and retreated at an extremely fast speed, re-merging into the thick fog and pushing the fog to spread to the opposite side again.

Having lost his target again, Song Youlin was not annoyed. Instead, he restrained his breath and stopped using his spiritual power to block the fog. He even learned from Song Youping to hide his body with the fog.

After the test just now, he has confirmed that Song Youping's consciousness is also blocked by the fog, and his position can only be determined by the fluctuations of spiritual power in his body.

Now that he has taken the initiative to dispel the spiritual barrier and conceal his aura, Song Youping will also lose his target.

Now, both of them have become blind and are back to the same level. Even for Song Youlin, the current situation is more beneficial to him.

His original plan was to use the amazing defensive power of the Stone Armor Technique to engage in close combat with Song Youping, and then rely on absolute strength to defeat him with ease.

Unexpectedly, the other party possessed such a highly corrosive poison, which made him give up his original idea and choose a new tactic.

Now, no one can be sure of anyone else's position, and no one dares to act rashly.

In this way, Song Youping could not even use 30% of his abilities, so the threat to him was naturally much smaller.

If there was no layer of fog covering him, the opponent's endless hidden weapons and poisons would make him very passive.

Therefore, they are now waiting for an opportunity to see who loses patience first.

In the current situation, whoever exposes his position first will lose the initiative.

Both sides understood each other's thoughts accurately.

Even Song Youping couldn't help but sigh that Song Youlin's brain was indeed quick. With only one test, he turned the environment he created into a common protective color for both parties, and it also became a tool to restrict him.

"What a pity it happened on the ring." Song Youping felt a little regretful.

He actually has many ways to break the impasse, such as using some kind of poison to directly contaminate the entire arena. How can Song Youlin hide?

Or he could release a few of the poisonous insects he raised, so that they could get close to Song Youlin without anyone noticing.

No matter which one it is, he can guarantee with confidence that Song Youlin's death will be extremely miserable.

But none of these methods worked. He wanted to win, but he didn't want to win by stepping over the corpses of his own people, and he didn't want to ruin his own future for it.

"My father once said that for a good hunter, patience is the most basic thing."

"It just so happens that this is the area I am best at. Let me see who is the prey and who is the hunter." Song Youping smiled slightly, restrained his breath, and completely blended into the mist.

The hunt begins...

The arena was shrouded in a strange fog. Among all the people present, only Song Changsheng, Yuan Tianshu and other Purple Mansion cultivators could see the situation on the arena clearly. No one else could see through it.

It would have been fine if it had only lasted for a short time, but this situation lasted for two full hours.

The people watching the game have completely lost their patience.

When people lose their patience, they can't help but complain.

Song Changsheng suddenly had an idea and quietly unlocked some of the permissions of the arena's barrier. The complaints of the people in the audience clearly reached their ears.

Unfortunately, the two remained unmoved and were not affected at all.

Song Changsheng smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful. He made a seal and flew into the air. Ripples like water waves suddenly appeared in the air, forming a circle of light, and the scene in the ring was reflected in the air.

"【Water Mirror Technique】, when did you learn this?" Song Xianming asked with interest.

"I learned it casually before. Although the scene of their duel is still boring, it can at least calm the restlessness that arises in their hearts."

"After all, they are still young, so it's normal for them to have a bad character. They still have plenty of time to grow up, and you need to be more tolerant of them."

Looking at the gray-haired man sitting on the left, Song Changsheng's mouth twitched. Only Song Xianming could say this.

He shook his head and said, "I never expected anything from them, but...if they could have half the character of these two boys, there would be no need to worry about the prosperity of the family."

Cultivation is to cultivate the mind.

The composure of the two people on the stage has surpassed too many people, and they are just two teenagers under the age of eighteen.

"Do you think they will stay like this forever?"

"I don't think so."

"Why are you so sure?" Song Xianming looked at him curiously.

"Because they all want to win, they all have their own pride, they will look for opportunities to break through, and if I'm not mistaken, it should be soon."

Song Changsheng smiled slightly. Song Youlin has never been a person who wastes time, but he has wasted too much time today.

"How are you going to break the impasse?" Song Changsheng couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation...

Three hours had passed, and the two men on the field were still motionless. Song Youlin even dispersed the [Stone Armor Technique] and simply closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, like an old monk in meditation.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, people would even think he was asleep.

In fact, as long as they calmed down and observed carefully, they might find that Song Youlin's breathing frequency was suppressed to an incredible level.

His breathing and heartbeat were also controlled to the slowest possible level.

Only the ears were trembling slightly.

"Found you." Song Youlin smiled slightly.

"Chong-"

[Green Bamboo Sword] was unsheathed in an instant, like a flash of green lightning.

"How can it be."

Song Youping's pupils suddenly shrank and he let out a cry of surprise.

He lost his temper.

The [Green Bamboo Sword] came at him extremely fast, and he had no other way to react. He could only choose to confront it with his physical body.

Just when his fist was about to collide with the tip of the sword, it turned a corner and directly hit his neck.

Defeat the enemy with one strike!
There was an uproar at the scene. They had never expected that the victory or defeat would be decided so quickly.

It was as simple as Song Youlin getting tired and then standing up and placing the Green Bamboo Sword on Song Youping's neck.

No, the sword flew out by itself, and Song Youlin even maintained a cross-legged sitting posture.

"Am I seeing things? The Green Bamboo Sword flew out by itself and even turned a corner?"

"Could it be that it is a magical weapon with a spirit?"

"You are stupid, this is [Object Control Technique]!"

"Isn't that a high-level spell that can only be practiced by foundation-building monks?"

"If you put it that way, I'd rather believe that the sword has a spirit."

……

At this moment, Song Youping was no less shocked than the crowd of onlookers.

Looking at Song Youlin who was slowly walking towards him through the fog, he said with a complicated expression: "How did you find me? I think I have done my best."

Song Youlin summoned the [Green Bamboo Sword] back into his hand, looked at Song Youping who looked puzzled, and said truthfully: "In fact, it was your breath that betrayed you."

"Breathing? Impossible, I have tried my best to restrain myself." Song Youping's face was full of disbelief. He learned the art of hidden assassination, so it was impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake.

“No matter how much you try to control yourself, you can’t really stop breathing.

Because of the barrier, this arena is completely isolated from the outside world. In the absence of airflow and human disturbance, the impact of breathing on the mist will be infinitely magnified. I carefully felt it for three hours and finally mastered the pattern.

If you use this method, you can find me as well."

"So that's how it is...why didn't I think of that?" Song Youping scratched his hair in annoyance. There is always a loophole in a perfect plan.

After a moment, Song Youping sighed and said, "No wonder Song Youqing lost to you. It's not unfair for him to lose, and it's not unfair for me to lose either."

"Don't underestimate yourself. It's this arena that limits you. If it was a life-and-death battle, I'm afraid I would have died on the spot."

In fact, Song Youlin was also wondering, Song Youping's methods were obviously not limited to this, so why did he choose to sit with him in the thick fog.

He had already made preparations for prevention, but who would have expected such a poor outcome.

Song Youping laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "I was too conceited. I thought I could find you first, but who would have thought...

If this was a life-and-death battle, I would have been beheaded. Today, you taught me a profound lesson. I have learned from you."

As he said this, he bowed to Song Youlin very solemnly.

"There's no need to do this, brother." Song Youlin quickly reached out and helped him up. He couldn't help but feel more favorable towards Song Youping. Although the other party's methods were rather insidious, he was an open-minded person.

At this time, Song Luzhou stood up and said loudly: "The winner has been decided.

First place in Group B, Song Youlin.

The rewards are a first-class top-grade magic weapon, ten bottles of [Qi Gathering Pills], and one thousand family contribution points.

Second place in Group B, Song Youping.

The reward is a top-grade magic weapon, 500 family contribution points, and the ability to practice in the cold pool for five hours."

Having experienced too many shocks before, everyone was no longer interested in these conventional rewards, and their main focus of discussion was basically on Song Youlin.

He is one of the biggest dark horses this time.

The family competition was gradually coming to an end. Song Changsheng had already drawn up a list and told Song Qingqing beside him, "Qing'er, let these people come to the General Affairs Hall to see me."

...(End of chapter)