Xiao Jin's gold-cutting skill is as its name suggests. The energy is released, forming a golden sword slash on the outside of the palm edge, which is dazzling.
"Cutting gold and cutting jade is as good as a weapon!"
Zhao Lin took a breath and sighed sincerely.
Xiao Jin's sword slashing energy passed by, and dozens of Miao Tianfeng's fist shadows disappeared instantly. The former was slightly better.
In fact, when it comes to martial arts attainments, Miao Tianfeng is not inferior to Xiao Jin, but when one has practiced martial arts to a certain level, especially when their strengths are close, there will be a situation where they are mutually reinforcing each other.
If you want to avoid being defeated by your skills, you must either deepen your skills and suppress the opponent with absolute strength. For example, water can defeat fire, but a glass of water is equally powerless when it comes to a car.
Or practice a non-attribute skill, such as Shi Xiaoquan, and there will be no problem of life and death.
The competition on the field ended in a draw. Although Xiao Jin had a slight advantage, he could not defeat Miao Tianfeng within seven breaths.
Yang Lin was generally satisfied with this examination. He walked to the field and said: "The Seven Breaths Battle is to train your spatial awareness and adaptability!"
"Today is different from the past. The old style of fighting between two people in the open field for hundreds of rounds has become outdated."
Then he commented on the performance of each disciple one by one, and finally said: "You go back and practice hard, use your strengths to make up for your weaknesses, and come back next month!"
"yes."
The disciples said goodbye and left one after another, returning to the Yaoshan garrison they were responsible for.
"Zhao Lin, Zhong Yewu, Xiang Bao, Li Liang, the four of you stay."
Yang Lin called Zhao Lin and several other disciples who entered the inner courtyard this year to his side and said, "In two days I will take you on a long trip. It will take about three to five days to go back and forth. If there is anything at hand, you can deal with it first."
Traveling far away?
The four of them were a little curious, but since Yang Lin didn't say anything, they didn't ask, and they all nodded in agreement.
Zhao Lin did not go back to the practice room directly. Instead, he sat down next to a big tree outside the school grounds and silently recalled what he had just seen and heard.
What strengths can be learned from the disciples and what weaknesses should be avoided.
The master leads me in. Cultivation is personal.
Although Yang Lin teaches well and the instructors are very responsible, you still need to think more about how to practice.
After so many competitions today, the biggest feeling that gave him was: once his cultivation reached the Blood Realm, the importance of martial arts became more and more prominent, and it was difficult to defeat opponents of the same level with just fists and kicks.
The strength of the four major disciples is indeed strong. Mountain Collapse Fist, Flying Leaf Hand, Shadow Shaking Fist, and Metal Cutting Slash are all top-notch techniques.
However, Zhao Lin did not feel that they were invincible, but was full of confidence.
Xiao Jin is twenty-eight years old this year, a full ten years older than himself. The other three are also six or seven years older than him, so there is still time to catch up.
"If you want to make achievements in the martial arts competition, you must practice to the first level of blood realm, otherwise the realm will be too different."
"You must also have one or two powerful techniques, otherwise no matter how powerful or fast you are, your strength will be suppressed."
When I was in the first level of the Qi Realm, I had almost no opponents in the same realm. Now that I am in the Blood Realm, I am confident that I can do this.
When noon was approaching, an acting disciple hurriedly came over and said to Zhao Lin: "Junior Brother Zhao, someone is looking for you outside."
"Okay, I'll go right away, thank you!"
Zhao Lin felt strange. He quickly walked out of the inner courtyard and saw a familiar figure standing outside the door. It was Gao Yuan, the senior brother of Liuhe Sect.
"Elder brother, why are you here?"
Zhao Lin was overjoyed, stepped forward, grabbed Gao Yuan's arm and shook it vigorously.
"I come to the sect to further my studies."
Gao Yuan said with a smile.
Zhao Lin understood as soon as he heard that Zhu Huaishan passed away suddenly and did not have time to teach Gao Yuan all the skills and prescriptions.
As the Liuhe Sect is a branch of the Xingyun Sect, it is reasonable for its successors to come here to study.
"When did senior brother come here? Where do you live now?"
"I just arrived today. It's in the outer courtyard."
"Master, are you okay?"
"Don't worry, it's fine!"
"How long do you expect to stay here, senior brother?"
"About a month."
Meeting an old friend in a foreign country, the two of them were happy and chatted non-stop along the way.
It was lunch time, so Zhao Lin invited Gao Yuan to his residence.
The servant had prepared the meal, and Zhao Lin ordered a pair of chopsticks.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly sensed that Gao Yuan's energy and blood were different from before, and said in surprise: "Brother, have you broken through to the third level of energy realm?"
"You saw it."
Gao Yuan smiled and said, "I am not worthy of my reputation as the leader of the sect. Maybe I was stimulated. I just made a breakthrough last month and am now consolidating my realm."
Zhao Lin picked up the tea cup and replaced the wine with tea, "Congratulations, senior brother!"
Gao Yuan raised his glass and clinked it with him, and said with a wry smile: "My family knows my own affairs. It's a fluke that I can enter the third level of the Qi Realm. I can't hope for the Blood Realm."
"Speaking of which, you are the most powerful one. I went to the Dance Elephant Courtyard to look for you this morning. I was told that there is no one named Zhao Lin in the Dance Elephant Courtyard, but there is one in the inner courtyard."
He said with emotion: "I remember you just entered the door the year before last, and you have cultivated to the blood realm in more than two years. It sounds like a dream."
Zhao Lin said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, don't mention this matter to others."
Gao Yuan looked at Zhao Lin's expression and knew that he didn't want to publicize it, so he said seriously: "Junior brother, don't worry."
After lunch, Gao Yuan stood up and said goodbye, "Junior brother, I have to learn the exercises from the deacon in the afternoon, so I won't disturb you for now."
"Okay, I'll give it to you."
Zhao Linzheng wanted to go home for a visit, so he sent Gao Yuan to the outer courtyard before going down the mountain.
…
"Qiu'er, call me uncle."
Zhao Lin was teasing his nephew in his arms in the yard of his home.
In July this year, my sister-in-law gave birth to a fat boy for her brother, and the whole family loved it. Because it was the day of the Beginning of Autumn, he was nicknamed Qiu'er.
"It's only been two months and he still can't speak."
Brother Zhao Shan said cheerfully.
I don't know why, but no one in the family can hold Qiu'er, but Zhao Shan cries non-stop when he hugs her. He can only look at her helplessly, feeling extremely greedy.
Qiu'er is pink and plump, with a nose and mouth like Zhao Shan's, and her eyebrows and eyebrows are as delicate as his mother's. At the moment, she is laughing in Zhao Lin's arms.
"The meal is ready, you two brothers, come in and eat." Sister-in-law Xiulan walked out of the house and said to the two of them with a smile.
During the meal, the family discussed naming the child.
Mother Zhao said: "This little baby is already two months old, and I haven't thought of a name for a long time. Lin'er, please help me think of a good name."
Zhao Lin glanced at his brother and said with a smile: "Children are given names by their parents, but I don't really understand them."
Zhao Shan scratched his hair and said, "I can't read a few big characters, so I'm afraid it will be spoiled by others."
My sister-in-law said: "I don't understand either. It's not appropriate to have several of them."
At this time, Father Zhao spoke, "There is a teacher in the workshop. I showed him my grandson's horoscope, and he helped me come up with a name. Please listen."
Zhao Lin put down his chopsticks and asked curiously: "What's your name?"
"Zhao Benshan!"
Zhao Lin almost spit out a mouthful of rice and coughed twice.
Father Zhao was surprised and asked: "Why, this name is not good?"
Zhao Lin took a sip of water, calmed down, and said, "This name... is pretty good, but my brother's name has a mountain in it. Isn't it appropriate for father and son to share the same word?"
"There is a saying that a son should not speak his father's name, and a disciple should not speak his master's name."
Father Zhao slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "I really didn't expect this, and I don't blame the teacher. I didn't tell him. I'll ask him again tomorrow."
Zhao Lin nodded, looked at his pink nephew, and thought to himself: "This little face will never look like a shoehorn, right?"
(End of chapter)
