Liu Feiyang was shocked. He had already used his ability to catch wind and shadows to the extreme, but Zhao Lin still found out his true identity.
How did this guy figure it out?
But he didn't have time to think, because Zhao Lin's elbow gradually enlarged in his eyes.
Liu Feiyang stepped back while leaning his upper body backwards.
Zhao Lin advanced to catch up, turned his elbow, opened his forearm like a trap, and punched him between the eyebrows.
Liu Feiyang shook his head fiercely, and his fist passed by the tip of his nose. Before he could feel lucky that he had escaped the disaster, Zhao Lin opened his four fingers and swiped hard at his cheek.
The three-stage combo of elbows, fists, and fingers, one link after another, was skillfully used and the timing was precise. Both disciples and elders were greatly moved when they saw it.
Seeing the fingers coming towards him, Liu Feiyang raised his head desperately and barely managed to avoid it, only to feel his face hurt by the force.
Just when he was relieved, Zhao Lin fished it out and held his long hair in his hand.
"Ah..." Liu Feiyang screamed in pain.
Zhao Lin was not polite and pulled his hair back.
Of course Liu Feiyang might not want his hair, but even if he gave it up, he wouldn't be able to bear the pain.
Zhao Lin pulled Liu Feiyang forward by his long hair, raised his knees and bumped into his handsome face.
"Zhao Lin, live..."
When Liu Shengnian saw that Zhao Lin was going to be cruel, he immediately stopped him.
Zhao Lin didn't stop, he just pulled his knee back slightly, hit Liu Feiyang's forehead, then pushed him to the ground.
"Flower fists and embroidered legs!"
Zhao Lin snorted, his tone full of disdain.
Liu Feiyang sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, dying of shame and anger, his face turned purple, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.
He wanted to get up and fight Zhao Lin, but he couldn't muster the courage.
Zhao Lin ignored him, raised his eyes to the stands, nodded slightly, and strode out of the venue.
The corner of Yang Lin's mouth twitched, wondering if this would be too much? He turned around and glanced at Chu Hong.
Chu Hong gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "It's better to do this, it's better than dying in the competition arena one day. I hope he can realize his shame and become brave again!"
Among the disciples of the Xingyun Sect, Yao Chong couldn't help but sigh: "One day, Junior Brother Zhao breaks through to the first level of the Blood Realm, and my senior brother's reputation may not be preserved."
Lu Zhenglong, Miao Tianfeng and Xiao Jin didn't say anything. They all thought in their hearts: "Don't say it's you, I'm afraid we are the same."
Liu Shengnian sighed secretly, walked over, helped up the distraught Liu Feiyang, and sent him back to the disciples' table.
Once the storm has passed, Nebi will move on.
After that, the disciples who appeared each had their own victory or defeat. Near noon, all the competitions ended, and Xingyun Sect's overall record was firmly ranked first.
Zhong Yuntian and Chu Hong did not waste any time, immediately stood up to say goodbye, and took their sect disciples back home.
Several elders who came to watch the battle were silent from beginning to end, and now came over to congratulate Yang Lin.
Achieving such good results proved that he taught well, and several elders were finally convinced.
This was the end of the Nei Bi Conference. Yang Lin asked his disciples to stay in the inner courtyard for a day, analyze their performance one by one, and provide training suggestions.
He also asked the top twelve disciples to strengthen their strength training.
The reason is simple. The competition will be divided into groups based on strength.
The stronger the strength, the lower the possibility of encountering strong opponents in the group, and the greater the possibility of breakthrough and advancement.
Although power is not completely equated with strength, this rule is effective most of the time.
Throughout all previous military competitions, the one with greater strength always has the upper hand.
For Zhao Lin, Yang Lin suggested that he try his best to break through the realm.
"Your actual combat ability and skills are sufficient, but your cultivation level is too low. If you can be promoted to the first level of blood realm, you may not have to wait until a few years later to make achievements in this martial arts competition!"
Zhao Lin thought so too and happily agreed.
Ancient Rock Mountain.
The winter festival has arrived, the sky is dim, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers are falling from the sky.
The amount of snow this year has been extremely abundant. It has snowed three times in a row since the beginning of winter, with almost no pause. The entire Guyan Mountain is completely covered in white.
Heavy snow covered the ground, covering the ground tightly.
The drug farmers no longer go up the mountain to collect herbs, and Zhao Lin is the only one on the mountain.
At dawn, Zhao Lin hiked to the top of the mountain to practice as usual.
The forest was silent except for the occasional sound of snow breaking branches.
The snow on the ground is about a foot thick, and when you step on it, you will make a "creep" sound under your feet.
It had been some time since the Naibi Conference ended, and Zhao Lin devoted himself to practicing the Return to the Sea Art to reach the first level of the Blood Realm.
However, the progress was not smooth, and there was no sign of loosening of the realm barrier, which made him a little uncomfortable with his cultivation, which had always been smooth.
"Don't worry, everyone will encounter bottlenecks... Huh?"
Halfway through the journey, Zhao Lin suddenly saw a wild pheasant lying motionless on the ground.
He stepped forward and kicked it, and found that the wild pheasant was frozen to death.
The pheasant was kicked over, revealing a bloody hole the size of an egg on its chest.
Zhao Lin came closer to take a look curiously, and found that the internal organs of the wild pheasant had been taken out and eaten by unknown animals. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all missing, but other parts were intact.
"Who did it?"
Zhao Lin raised his eyebrows, feeling a little strange. As far as he knew, there were indeed some beasts in the forest that liked to eat offal.
For example, leopards, wolves, and hyenas, but these beasts will also eat other parts after eating their internal organs. They only occasionally pick and choose when they can't finish the food.
But it’s winter now and food is hard to find, so how can we be so extravagant and wasteful?
Zhao Lin walked for a while with doubts, and gradually realized that something was wrong.
Along the way, I saw seven or eight dead pheasants, all in the same dead state.
"No, it must not have been done by an ordinary beast!"
Wild pheasants, also known as pheasants, have colorful feathers and long tails.
As the saying goes, a pheasant flies with three wings, which means that its flying ability is not good.
But in fact, wild pheasants are very capable of running and can fly over a hundred feet with their wings spread out. Even leopards have to rely on sneak attacks to catch one.
Killing so many wild pheasants at once, what kind of beast is so capable?
"These wild pheasants should have died not long ago. If it happened yesterday, they would have been discovered and eaten by other wild animals before dawn."
The more Zhao Lin thought about it, the more strange he felt. He picked up a wild pheasant and carefully observed the wound. He found that the wound was a puncture wound, which showed that the beast that hunted it had sharp claws.
"Strange, where are the footprints?"
There were no footprints around the pheasant's body, as if it had fallen from the sky.
Zhao Lin's nose trembled slightly, looking for the smell of blood, and came under a big tree.
Looking up, I saw several fresh claw marks on the tree trunk.
Zhao Lin was slightly surprised, and a scene like this appeared in his mind: a flying beast caught a wild pheasant, enjoyed the food in the tree, dropped the body, and then flew away.
Somehow, he suddenly remembered the "strange bird" he met in the woods when he went home at night a month ago.
(End of chapter)
