"Taozi is so majestic! Let me, He Xufa, a man from Mangshan, be the first to come and learn from me!"
A tall man eight feet tall, with thick arms and a round waist jumped down from the stands, with yellow light flashing on his body, and disappeared into the ground!
"What a skilled earthbending technique!" the monks in the stands cheered.
Lin Yuan was surprised for a second. He didn't expect that this burly man who called himself Mang Shanhan would take the route of a sneak attack.
On the empty ground, Lin Yuan lost He Xufa's figure for a moment.
"Got you!"
Two holes suddenly opened on the ground, and a pair of big hands covered in yellow light grabbed Lin Yuan's ankles like lightning.
He Xufa was overjoyed. If he wins Daozi, his status in the sect will be greatly improved, and his training resources will be several levels higher than they are now.
"You lose, Michiko!"
He Xufa used both hands to pull hard into the soil. But in the next moment, his expression changed wildly.
That Daozi's feet were actually covered with a thin layer of wind film. His long-planned attack pulled Lonely away.
"You want to pull me into the dirt? It's a good idea, but it's a pity that you don't have enough strength."
Lin Yuan looked at the big hand sliding down the wind film, chuckled, and stamped his right foot hard on the ground.
The cyan mana was released and poured into the ground. First, many small cracks opened on the ground, and then violent airflow spurted out.
"Ah!" He Xufa screamed in shock, and his whole body was blown from the ground to high in the sky by countless whirlwinds.
"Earth Armor Technique!"
boom!
Dao patterns on the ground lit up, and all the potholes became smooth again. He Xufa who was in the potholes was also teleported to the outside. He had fainted and the earthen armor on his body was shattered into pieces.
"whispering sound!"
"It's better to call him a gopher than a rough guy like this."
There were boos on the court, obviously dissatisfied with He Xufa's performance.
"I come!"
Another young man in the stands jumped onto the field.
"It's him! Song Tianzhu, who cut off Tiefeng, once killed three monsters of the same level with his Wind Chasing Sword! He is a master in the late stage of Qi refining!"
People who recognized the young man outside the court became serious. This was not a parallel import like He Xufa. It was supported by real achievements.
"The 8th level of Qi refining is not bad." Lin Yuan commented to Song Tianzhu in front of him.
"Zhan Tiefeng Song Tianzhu. This sword of mine is a middle-grade magical weapon, the Wind Chasing Sword. Daozi, where is your magical weapon?" Song Tianzhu looked at the empty-handed Lin Yuan and said.
Lin Yuan shook his head and said, "Come on."
"Hmph, arrogant!" Song Tianzhu snorted coldly, and his sword merged into one, turning into a cold light and attacking Lin Yuan.
A magic weapon can greatly improve a monk. Daozi Lin Yuan is only at the 9th level of Qi Refining, which is one level higher than him. He seems to have seen Daozi's defeat.
"Wind Blade Technique, go!"
Lin Yuan waved his hand towards the void, and a crescent-shaped cyan wind blade flew towards the sword light at high speed.
"Reckless! Using spells to beat the edge of a magic weapon, the wind blade technique is notoriously expensive. Daozi seems to have little fighting experience, it's difficult, it's difficult." In the attic, a man in Chinese clothes commented with a sigh.
When Song Tianzhu saw Lin Yuan's attack with the wind blade technique, he sneered and said:
"Hmph, just a wind blade, chop!"
As he expected, the Wind Chasing Sword easily cut through the Wind Blade.
"Wind Blade Technique."
Before the sneer on Song Tianzhu's face disappeared, a wind blade flew over again.
"cut!"
Song Tianzhu looked at Lin Yuan with disdain. The sword light defeated the wind blade and got closer to him.
Lin Yuan was not angry and threw out three more wind blades.
Song Tianzhu's face suddenly turned pale.
How much magic power does this Taoist have? Why is he still looking like that, not even breathing? It must be resolved quickly!
"The third form of the Wind Chasing Sword, chase the wind with just one thought!"
Song Tianzhu didn't care about hiding his clumsiness, gritted his teeth, activated the magic power in his body, and used his strongest move.
The sword light split into shadows, and the Wind Chasing Sword seemed to have transformed into a second sword. The two swords came down together, causing Lin Yuan's body to feel a faint tingling sensation.
Lin Yuan also became a little more serious. While using the wind control technique to distance himself, he continued to release the wind blade technique.
After cutting off 6 wind blades in a row, Song Tianzhu fell in front of Lin Yuan with eyes blank. The tiger's mouth was shattered by the shock, and the Wind Chasing Sword, which he regarded as life, fell to the ground, and he kept muttering "Wind blades, they are all wind blades."
The venue returned to its original appearance again, and Song Tianzhu was moved out together with his sword.
"There is something wrong with this Taoist mana reserve!" In the attic, the expressions of several young monks who were originally calm and composed became extremely solemn.
Other monks also talked about it.
The ninth level of Qi refining was everyone's judgment on Lin Yuan. But in the mere Qi refining period, where does the magic power come from to support the continuous release of more than a dozen wind blade techniques?
"Next!"
Lin Yuan Yufeng floated on the field, looking straight at the monks watching the battle.
"You don't hurry up and recover, but instead you provoke us?"
"Fuck him!"
This time, several monks in the attic put down their golden bottles. They are all at the peak of the Qi refining stage, their magic power has been polished to perfection, and they are also somewhat unknown among the lower-level monks.
After several people looked at each other, one of them took the lead.
When Lin Yuan saw someone being killed, he didn't pay much attention and raised his hand to activate three wind blades. The mana in his body suddenly dropped by less than half, but it was restored to full in the next moment.
Relying on his abnormal recovery ability, Lin Yuan transformed into a ruthless wind blade machine, allowing these immortal cultivators who are accustomed to calculating carefully and killing the enemy with one blow to experience what is called "wind blade torrent" and what is called saturation strike.
"No!" The man who was driven away and ran away roared, feeling extremely aggrieved.
He didn't expect that he would actually run out of mana just to avoid attacks from monks of the same level.
"This is not the Qi refining period at all!" He roared again, and the man was knocked out of the field by the wind blade, unconscious.
"I still don't believe you've run out of mana!"
Several monks who had reached the peak of Qi refining before left immediately, without giving Lin Yuan any chance to rest.
After a while, several more monks with torn robes and broken hearts appeared outside the venue.
In the sky, several obscure spiritual thoughts were colliding and communicating.
"Mu Xian, what do you think?"
"The control of Wind Blade Technique is superb. The most important thing is that his magic power is so powerful that it even surpasses the foundation building stage. This is incredible."
"No, his magic power is not powerful, it just recovers too quickly. By the way, does the Mountain Moon Mirror have this effect?"
"Maybe?"
Several spiritual thoughts gradually became quiet.
Xu Xiangong was silent at this moment. He had seen Lin Yuan's trial process through the illusion of Shanyue. So far, Lin Yuan's protective wind blade circle has not yet appeared. Lin Yuan still has reservations!
"After all, it's still just the Qi refining period. Fighting comes and goes, but it's always restricted by poor mana."
Lin Yuan dared to come to Dou Fa Peak with confidence. The near-infinite mana was the guarantee of his innate invincibility.
No matter how fancy you are, I will use Wind Blade Torrent.
By now, most of the monks have no resistance to this heaven-sent Taoist. In the previous rounds of duels, the magic power Daozi displayed was hundreds of times theirs.
Is this really the Qi refining period?
In the private room on the second floor of the attic.
"This Taoism is indeed quite famous. Brother Li, do you want to try it out?" An elegant young man asked with great interest, waving a paper fan.
The man known as Brother Li shook his head and said, "Daozi has proven his strength. I'm just humiliating myself by going up there."
"Brother Li is too modest. I think that Taoist is more than capable of attacking but not deficient in defense. With the exquisite Taoist techniques of our inherited pulse master, we can rush to his side in an instant without giving him a chance to show off!"
"Then I wish you good luck, Brother Wang." The man surnamed Li took a sip of wine and said nothing.
On the Dou Fa Peak, strong winds gusted, and all the monks whispered to each other, but no one dared to leave.
Lin Yuan and Feng Xu Yufeng looked calm and had a vague aura of invincibility.
