The road is vague

Chapter 39: Spiritual Eye Signal
After just one day of assessment, Li Mo had completely confirmed why the Advanced Studies Hall had grouped the first and second year disciples together for assessment.

Since entering the Lingmumen Enlightenment Hall during the Dragon Boat Festival in May, the first-year disciples have only been practicing for about ten months.

During this period, they also have to learn various basic common sense and do not have access to too many resources for cultivation. Therefore, most people are only at the second level of Qi training, and there are even some disciples at the first level of Qi training.

With this level of cultivation, after releasing two or three low-level spells, all the magic power would be used up.

Not to mention that some people haven't even mastered magic.

If the first-year disciples were grouped together and outsiders saw them randomly casting spells or even punching and kicking each other, it would be like a fight between villagers, a hideous scene that would really damage the reputation of the sect.

However, with this arrangement now, the ones who suffer the most are not the individual disciples, but the disciples from the aristocratic families who have a relatively better foundation.

They could have achieved good results among the first-year disciples, but now they can only compete with the independent disciples with poor foundations on luck. Many powerful disciples from aristocratic families were defeated in the first day of the fighting assessment, but some independent disciples with weaker strength were lucky enough to win.

After feeding.

Li Mo, Ma Ling, Niu Li and Yang Guang came to Shenshu Square again and watched the final examination of the third grade group for a while.

Afterwards, Li Mo went back to his room to rest early because his spiritual consciousness was damaged.

the next day.

Li Mo's mental state has improved slightly, at least he doesn't have to worry about fainting at any time.

However, he discovered that his mana recovery speed was significantly slower than usual, and it has not yet fully recovered. This was obviously due to the damage to his spiritual power.

Seeing this, Ma Ling showed a look of joy.

"That's great! Actually, I didn't dare tell you yesterday. I heard that people who have damaged their souls will slowly become insane. Seeing that you are starting to recover now, there should be no problem."

Li Mo was speechless at first, but then he began to take it seriously in his heart.

What the other party said is not nonsense.

From a medical point of view, severe convulsions can indeed damage the mind and gradually lead to dementia and insanity. From this point of view, although the thunder tribulation in the ethereal dream is an opportunity, it is also accompanied by huge risks.

It is indeed necessary to carefully study the various methods of overcoming tribulations recorded in the "Piao Miao Box".

Li Mo already had a vague guess that every time he survived the thunder tribulation in the ethereal dream, he would spit out something related from his body.

This should be a kind of purification and rejection.

To others, this may seem like an epiphany, but it is definitely not what is called an epiphany.

After all, the so-called enlightenment is based on the various past experiences of the person who has gained enlightenment, and is integrated and sublimated in an instant, rather than this kind of bizarre and irrelevant things spit out from the mouth.

This seems to be related to the nature of ethereal dreams.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night.

The things obtained after the thunder tribulation seem to develop in this direction, rather than being random products. This also means that there must be many options in the "storage device" of the Piaomiao Dream. It may very well be something from ancient times, something that is difficult for today's monks to understand. This is related to the Piaomiao Dream, or the operating mechanism of the Piaomiao Box.

This is the result that Li Mo speculated after using his divergent thinking as much as possible.

However, he had too few clues and his knowledge was insufficient, so he could only think of these for now.

With all sorts of thoughts in their minds, Li Mo, Ma Ling, Niu Li and Yang Guang gathered together and came to the hall to look at the list of today's fighting assessment.

Ma Ling and Niu Li, as yesterday's losers, naturally did not appear again.

Yang Guang's luck is still good.

His opponent turned out to be Yang Zhiman, the scholar Yang who had reprimanded Shi Yazhou and stood up for Zhao Huaxue, but was later bullied by Ye Xunhuan, a disciple of a noble family. However, Li Mo was not present.

Li Mo's opponent is a disciple named Zhao Liang.

"Zhao Liang?"

"never heard of that."

"I haven't heard of it either. Maybe he's a second-year disciple."

Li Mo's expression became slightly solemn.

After breakfast, the four of them came to the Shenshu Square, which was still bustling with activity. It was said that the third-year group of disciples fought until midnight before completing the first round of competition.

Yang Guang was both excited and nervous.

"If I win one more game, I'll be in the top 200!"

Ma Ling looked at Li Mo with some concern, and saw that Li Mo didn't say anything. If he lost this match, he would have to participate in the so-called loser group competition. However, in his current state, he couldn't fight in close combat, couldn't use his spiritual power, and his mana recovery speed was reduced. There was no need for him to participate anymore and he could just admit defeat.

Boom!
Zhou Zheng was actually the disciple who took part in the first combat test today, which attracted a lot of onlookers.

Competing on the same stage with him was a second-year female cultivator. What surprised Li Mo, Ma Ling, Niu Li and Yang Guang was that the two of them actually used their magic weapons at the same time after they came on stage.

Zhou Zheng's magic weapon is a folding fan. When he waves it hard, the fan will emit a transparent wind blade.

The female cultivator's magic weapon is a bronze gong. When she hits it hard with a small hammer, it will emit a sonic attack. It seems that the power of the magic weapons is evenly matched.

At the same time, while activating their magic weapons, the two of them released different spells to attack each other, while also dodging each other's attacks.

have to say.

Zhou Zheng's Fengqing body is indeed full of mysteries.

His magic power has reached the middle stage of the third level of Qi training, while this second-year female cultivator has reached the middle stage of the fourth level of Qi training. However, Zhou Zheng, relying on the various mysteries of Fengqing Body, seems to be able to still be on equal footing with her.

Ma Ling whispered, "Look, that female cultivator has been using spirit stones to restore her mana since the battle began."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang pondered and nodded.

"Zhou Zheng also just swallowed a pill!"

The two sides fought for a full quarter of an incense stick of time, and even sacrificed talismans during the battle, which was rare for a first-year disciple. In the end, Zhou Zheng was outmatched and was defeated by the second-year female disciple.

"Tsk, tsk."

Niu Li sighed, "He can be said to have won an honorable defeat. It's good to have a master."

Others in the audience were also talking about it.

Afterwards, many powerful warriors who had been highly regarded by the first-year disciples were defeated by the second-year disciples.

Until Jiang Sheng appeared.

After a few rounds of probing attacks, Jiang Sheng shouted from within the barrier. A two-foot-tall firebird soared into the air, wings spread, and pounced on the second-year female disciple. The female disciple dodged and cast defensive spells.

However, the firebird made a big turn, then flew into the air flexibly, opened its big mouth and spit out two fireballs, disrupting the female disciple's dodging space, and pounced on her again.

boom!
Astonishing flames were everywhere.

The female disciple's defensive spell was amazing, and she barely managed to withstand the firebird's self-explosion. But in the distance, Jiang Sheng shouted loudly, and a flaming spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

This is not a magic weapon, but a spell.

The fire spear was thrown out, and the trajectory flew at an extremely fast speed, disappearing almost instantly. The female disciple screamed in fear and was teleported out of the barrier in the firelight by the refuge talisman.

"Is this the Jiang Sheng with the Three Yang Body?"

"The Jiang family's True Yang secret technique is indeed extraordinary!"

Many of the second-year disciples who were watching also showed expressions of amazement after seeing this scene.

Relying on powerful fire spells, Jiang Sheng actually defeated the second-year female disciple without either side using any magical weapons. This immediately lifted the spirits of the first-year disciples from aristocratic families and greatly encouraged them.

Although the strength of this second-year female disciple was not outstanding and she was only at the peak of the third level of Qi training, everyone believed that Jiang Sheng must have some tricks up his sleeve.

At least he must have some magical weapon on him.

Jiang Sheng, who returned victorious, was warmly celebrated by the disciples of the aristocratic families.

Even Li Mo, Ma Ling, Niu Li and Yang Guang in the audience could not help but marvel at this Jiang Sheng, speculating that he might have reached the fourth level of Qi training, but had not yet fully activated his magic power.

Li Mo took another look at the female cultivator with a cloud-like bun standing next to Jiang Sheng in an intimate posture, and guessed that she should be Chen Lan from the Chen family, a disciple of a wealthy family whom he had never met before, and who was fond of Jiang Sheng.

"By the way, why haven't I seen Miss Ye?"

"You're talking about Ye Yimeng, right?"

Yang Guang smiled proudly and said, "I saw her yesterday. When she was about to make her debut, Hall Master Ye personally brought her over. You were so engrossed in watching the third grade group at the time that you missed it. Tsk tsk, what a pity."

Li Mo frowned.

"Is she more powerful than Jiang Sheng?"

"She is quite powerful, but she doesn't look as exaggerated as Jiang Sheng. She probably doesn't have any special spirit. I feel her magic power is very deep. She has used many low-level and intermediate-level spells, but she doesn't seem to have run out of magic power."

After hearing this, Li Mo decided to pay close attention to this mysterious young lady from the Ye family today.

Soon it was Li Mo's turn to appear on the stage.

Zhao Liang was a ruthless guy who looked a bit gloomy, with a defiant and arrogant expression on his face. He looked at Li Mo indifferently, and Li Mo was also looking at him.

Until the referee announced the start of the game, both men started fighting at the same time.

Li Mo once again cast the spell to summon Lei Nu, but then he ran out of strength and his body swayed as he took a few steps back. However, what surprised him was that Zhao Liang actually threw out a flying knife and chopped it towards Lei Nu in the air.

There was a bang.

After Lei Nu nimbly dodged the flying knife, he continued to rush towards Zhao Liang.

Seeing this, Zhao Liang sneered, clasped his hands together, and drove the flying knife into the air again, but it was aimed at Li Mo. At the same time, he jumped back lightly, and cast a light body technique on himself, which allowed him to stay in the air for a short time like a falling leaf.

Li Mo took a deep breath, as if trying to cheer himself up.

Then a flash of lightning appeared in his hand, and he suddenly performed the palm thunder spell, but the lightning flickered and was extremely unstable.

"Five breaths is the limit, no more."

Seeing the flying knife coming at him, like a guillotine falling from the sky, Li Mo shouted loudly and dodged it with his martial arts skills. The intense exercise made the veins on his forehead protrude and his lips turned a little pale.

Li Mo knew that this battle could not be delayed.

So he made a brief decision on the target of the palm thunder between Fei Dao and Zhao Liang, and finally rushed towards Zhao Liang. He took a deep breath and rushed towards Zhao Liang at full speed with the palm thunder in his hand.

He fought hard, hoping to win with one blow.

Zhao Liang seemed to see through Li Mo's thoughts, and the sneer on his face became even more pronounced.

Seeing Li Mo and Lei Nu approaching him from the left and right, Zhao Liang clasped his hands together and suddenly a sandstorm rolled up with himself as the center. Li Mo staggered and lost his direction and target. He reacted instinctively and planned to leave the sandstorm area first and make long-term plans. He pushed his weak body to the limit.

However, before he took two steps, he suddenly felt the space around him distorted, and he was actually teleported out of the barrier.

Li Mo came back to his senses and stared blankly at the arena within the barrier.

Only then did he realize that he had just been ambushed by the opponent's flying knife.

Zhao Liang was still standing in the center of the ring. The sandstorm subsided almost instantly. After retracting the flying knife, he pointed at his eyes with his right index and middle fingers in the direction of Li Mo.

Still with that signature arrogant smile, Zhao Liang then turned and left the ring.

"Spiritual Eye?"

Li Mo's face looked a little ugly, but he was also a little grateful to the other party.

In the critical moment just now, he actually forgot the Lingmu Sect's signature spell. Otherwise, even if he was defeated later, he should have been able to detect the sneak attack of the flying knife in the sandstorm.

But he had indeed reached his limit, and Ma Ling, Niu Li and Yang Guang, who were quick-eyed and quick-handed, rushed forward to support him.

"awesome!"

Wang Feng walked over with Zhu Yidan and looked at Li Mo in surprise.

Li Mo smiled bitterly.

"I lost so quickly, so stop mocking me."

Wang Feng said, "That's Zhao Liang. He's said to have reached the sixth level of Qi training and is one of the most powerful independent disciples among the second-year disciples. I even spent ten spirit stones to learn a beginner-level or intermediate wind-attribute spell from him. You're quite impressive for forcing him to use the Sandstorm spell."

"Six levels of Qi training?"

Li Mo was amazed, no wonder the other party was so powerful, and at the same time he laughed at himself, thinking that he had been daydreaming for so long.

At the same time, he also envied Wang Feng.

This guy was really generous. He was willing to spend ten spirit stones to learn basic and intermediate spells. The price he had agreed with Shen Yun was eight spirit stones, but later he only spent twelve spirit stones and learned basic and advanced spells from Tian Fen.

I really don't know whether to say that he was taken advantage of or sigh that I was lucky.

(End of this chapter)