Yang Zhen held the wooden stick in her hand and her thoughts returned to yesterday afternoon.
After he won the first ranking match, his mother-in-law came to the academy in person and took him and Zhao Yuer back to the Zhao Mansion to celebrate that they both successfully qualified for the sect examination.
After that, they went to the nearby Fangshi.
In the entrance examination, it would be difficult for Yang Zhen to go further with just a pair of fleshy palms. He must choose a suitable weapon.
He chose the stick without hesitation.
It's not because he learned basic stick techniques from Tie Zhu. In fact, since he found out that he has a wood spiritual root, Yang Zhen has determined his future weapon——
sticks.
A suitable wooden magic weapon can maximize the power of his magic.
Therefore, during the two years in the academy, during the days when he was unable to practice, practicing stick techniques became his only choice to improve his combat effectiveness.
The academy has many such books, and after some selection, he chose a martial art called [Thousands of Sticks].
The so-called "Thousands of Stick Techniques" refers to practicing a certain action of the stick technique thousands of times, such as chopping, sweeping, picking, plucking, etc., not only to achieve the effect of practice making perfect, and to follow the thoughts, but also to repeat it countless times. After that, every movement must be fast, brave, powerful, and have a sweeping spirit.
He has been practicing this stick technique for nearly two years, and has practiced every move at least ten thousand times.
At the time of the preliminary competition, he did not have any magic power yet, and the wooden stick in his hand was just an ordinary weapon, not as convenient as bare hands.
Now, with more than twenty strands of wood spiritual energy in his body, he can already control such a magical weapon.
In Fangshi, he bought a five-foot-long ebony tree.
This is a first-level spiritual wood with tough texture and suitable weight. It is the most commonly used material for making magic weapons such as spears and sticks.
Yang Zhen asked someone to carve a seal on the wooden stick on the spot, so that when mana was input, it would temporarily become heavier, thereby greatly increasing the damage of the wooden stick.
With his current mana, it could probably last for a quarter of an hour.
This kind of first-level material with only one restriction is usually classified as a first-level low-grade magic weapon.
That night, after returning to her room in the academy, Yang Zhen brought the newly purchased weapon to the bluestone space.
One of Yiyi's leaves turned into a long stem, tightly wrapped around the stick.
Two hours later, the stick remained unchanged on the surface, but its inner texture had become stronger. At this time, not to mention ordinary sharp blades, even ordinary first-level magic weapons would be difficult to cut off easily.
This is another new ability of Little Thing. She can enhance or reduce the internal solidity of wood-type spiritual materials without changing its attributes.
However, with her current cultivation level, she can only target first-level spiritual materials, and it takes a long time.
Yang Zhen named this wooden stick [Qianwu], which means Qianbai stick method and ebony wood.
Before the game started, his Qianwu stick had been inspected by the supervising Foundation Establishment monk and judged to be a first-level low-grade weapon and could be used.
Soon, the game begins!
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Zhao Lian held a spear in his hand, shouted loudly, and took the lead in attacking.
Among Junguan schoolchildren, not many are truly proficient in using weapons. After all, in addition to practicing, they also need to learn and master various cultivation basics, techniques, and common knowledge such as astronomy, geography, and history. The time to practice martial arts is very limited. …
In just two years, it is difficult to become proficient in a weapon.
Another reason is that immortal cultivators generally despise these mortal martial arts, especially as their cultivation level increases, mortal martial arts become more and more useless.
Only those from big families like Yang Zhen and Zhao Lian, who already have a certain foundation and are willing to spend time, can hone their martial arts skills.
Zhao Lian has been learning marksmanship in the past two years.
In the previous preliminaries and rematches, he defeated one opponent after another by relying on this set of marksmanship that was like a dragon playing in the water.
Today, facing the guy he hates and disdains the most in his life, he used everything he had learned in his life and never held back!
He stepped on the Wuyuan Step under his feet, using his magic power to move the rabbit boots. He walked as fast as flying. With the help of his body's speed and strength, he held the gun barrel across his chest, pointing the gun tip directly at Yang Zhen, ready to go!
Where is Yang Zhen?
He showed no sign of weakness and stepped forward as well. The moment the Qianwu stick touched the tip of the spear, he lifted it up!
He has practiced this move tens of thousands of times. Not to mention the tip of a spear, he is also confident in deflecting the crossbow arrows that are fired at high speed.
The two weapons suddenly formed a right angle, facing the sky on one side respectively.
Just when Zhao Lian was slightly startled and was about to put away his gun and attack again, Yang Zhen jumped forward and was already in front of him.
Then, punch and pound!
He prefers fists to wooden sticks, and likes the feeling of close combat and close combat.
When Yang Zhen's fist almost hit her chest, Zhao Lian's robe lit up, and a halo blocked him.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and Zhao Lian staggered back a few steps.
Although he blocked the attack, the halo was too close to his body, and the backlash made him temporarily unable to control his body.
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Yang Zhen rushed over, hugged Zhao Lian, and pinned him down.
The Qianwu stick had been thrown aside by him. Zhao Lian was holding a spear in one hand, but he couldn't reach him.
Yang Zhen's energy surged through Changhong, and her fists violently struck the person beneath her like iron.
Zhao Lian's face was red, ashamed and angry. He did not expect that due to his negligence, he would be pinned down by this hateful man, and he would be unable to use any of his martial arts.
He desperately mobilized his robe to protect his body.
The protective shield formed by this robe can last as long as spiritual power continues to penetrate it when it is attacked.
The disadvantage is that once the shield is broken, the cassock will also be damaged.
Despite the protection, under the impact of Yang Zhen's punch after punch, the backlash of the shield still made Zhao Lian's chest feel tight and almost vomiting.
He forced himself to be patient, secretly made a seal with his left hand, and a water arrow was generated out of thin air, and then stabbed towards Yang Zhen's forehead.
He has three elements: water, earth, and fire. For close attacks, water arrows seem to be the most convenient.
The two of them were so close to each other, how could Yang Zhen not notice? He tilted his head to let go of the water arrow, and continued to beat with both hands without stopping.
If Zhao Lian had participated in the fight in Cuizhuyuan, he would have been very familiar with this scene. This was how Yang Zhen, who was less than ten years old at the time, dealt with Zhao Dezhu.
Yang Zhen felt uncomfortable, her fists seemed to hit the hard bark of a tree, and soon her ten fingers were covered with blood.
A quarter of an hour later, his hands were covered in blood and flesh, and Zhao Lian's mana was nearly exhausted.
Finally, with a heavy blow from Yang Zhen, the protective cover of the robe finally broke, and the robe turned into rags.
Under Zhao Lian's eyes that were almost blazing with anger, Yang Zhen shouted loudly and hit him hard in the chest with her fist.
Zhao Lian is in coma, Yang Zhen wins!
PS: A fight accidentally leads to another chapter, Khan.
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