It was as if a pebble had fallen into Zhao Lin's sea of consciousness, causing ripples to ripple in all directions.
Light and shadow flow, and the spiritual pictures flicker in and out.
Suddenly there was a "boom" and the woman's body turned into countless silver light spots.
The light spots split and merge, intertwined and gathered together to form various words.
"The art of looking at the air, the art of controlling water, the art of gathering rain, the art of pioneering..."
"The art of promoting growth, the art of transformation, absorbing spirit and cultivating the earth, collapsing mountains and cracking the earth..."
Zhao Lin moved his lips slightly as he read out the name of the spell, and his brows gradually wrinkled.
Obviously, the woman specialized in spiritual cultivation and did not practice any spells suitable for killing.
I traveled thousands of miles to bring the bones back, and spent more than a hundred spiritual stones to trace the spells, which seemed to be a useless effort.
The woman is indeed a foundation-building monk, and she has spiritual roots of water and earth. She has more than twenty spells, including six second-level spells, and they are all in the water and earth elements.
"Don't worry, let's see again."
Zhao Lin calmed down and carefully observed each spell to analyze whether it could be used in actual combat.
"The mountains collapsed and the ground cracked."
When he saw the last second-level spell, Zhao Lin's eyes narrowed and he remembered the introduction to this spell in the book.
The mountain-breaking and ground-breaking technique is mainly used to clear up wasteland, leveling the undulating terrain to create spiritual fields on it.
If compared, the Mountain Collapse Technique is somewhat similar to the "Mountain Collision Technique", but it is more powerful. It can not only destroy obstacles on the ground, but also underground.
It is the nemesis of defensive spells such as "Thorns" and "Fence".
"It seems that although the original intention of this spell is to open up wasteland, it can also be used as an attack spell."
Zhao Lin's thoughts changed. In the first grid of the spiritual cultivation map, the words "Collapse of Mountains and Earth" suddenly appeared above the Rock Armor Technique.
Next to the font, there is a four-petal plum blossom.
Earth element second level mastery level spell!
"If you don't find a better earth-moving spell in the future, just practice this spell."
Zhao Lin made a decision, glanced at the first-order spells, and finally settled on the water-bending technique.
With the mentality of giving it a try, he followed the same method and moved the waterbending technique into the spiritual chart.
The waterbending technique in the seventh grid flashed for a moment, and then changed: the plum blossom changed from four petals to five petals.
"Advanced Level Waterbending Technique!"
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "Very good, this alone is worth it!"
He looked down at the ground and saw that the remains had turned into powder at some point.
…
Sanshan County, Li family.
"Master, we have found out. Zhao Lin is a disciple of Lingdao Academy in Hanchi County. He comes from a small world where people live. He just joined the sect last year and has no background."
A mature-looking monk wearing a green robe walked into the lobby, bowed and said to Li Chenglin who was sitting at the top.
"You've only been practicing Taoism for more than a year?"
Li Chenglin's eyes flashed with worry, and he whispered to himself: "If I had known this, I should have taken action myself."
The green-robed monk looked up and said quickly: "The news about Brother Yuan You turning into a ghost has spread in the county. Do you want to find out who spread the news?"
Li Chenglin waved his hand and said, "No need to check, it must have been spread by that kid."
"Then what do we do next?"
"Send someone to monitor him. We can't do anything about him at the moment. But I don't believe he will never come out!"
The green-robed monk hesitated for a moment and said, "There is one more thing."
"What's up?"
"The lady came back yesterday and learned about this."
Li Chenglin's face darkened, "Just know it if you know it, we can't hide this matter."
…
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it’s the day of the small martial arts competition in Lingdao Academy.
Elder Wu mentioned to Zhao Lin a few days ago that the sect held a grand competition and a small competition within the Lingdao Academy to assess the disciples' magical attainments.
The small fight was attended by second-year disciples and third-year disciples. The first-year disciples had just entered the sect and only observed and learned.
Because it is an internal competition, there are no rewards for good deeds. The top four can only get ten spiritual stones, and the first place will be awarded a Yuan-Zeng Dan.
It can also be seen from the rewards that the standard of the fighting group is not high.
However, Zhao Lin is looking forward to it, not for the reward, but for the opportunity to show off his magic talent.
Let everyone know that you are a Taoist genius, so that when you cast proficiency level or even master level spells in the future, others will not feel too abrupt.
At Chen hour, the disciples came to the square in twos and threes and gathered together to chat before the competition started.
After more than a year of practice, all the disciples of Zhao Lin's current generation have reached the second level of Qi refining. The one who has made the fastest progress is Lin Chaoran, who has reached the fourth level of Qi refining.
Zhao Lin heard that he was only one or two spiritual apertures away from breaking through to the fifth level of Qi Refining.
However, I don’t feel envious at all. People have earthly spiritual roots, so envy cannot come from them. Moreover, the most taboo thing in practice is to compare yourself with others, as it can easily weaken your will and shake your Taoist heart.
"Senior brothers, who do you think will win in this fight?"
Said a first-year disciple in the crowd who was thirteen or fourteen years old and still had a childish look on his face.
"You still need to ask? It must be Zhao Lin!"
An older, honest-looking disciple spoke very firmly.
"Last year, as a first-year student, Zhao Lin won the first prize in the Dharma Performance Competition of the Three Houses. Now that all the old disciples are gone, he has no rivals."
Zhu Cong, Li Sancai and Tong Mu all suppressed laughter when they heard this and looked at Zhao Lin with winks.
Zhao Lin also found it interesting that this man was talking eloquently, but he couldn't recognize that the person he was bragging about was standing next to him.
In fact, this is no wonder for others. Zhao Lin rarely appears in public. In addition, he went out on a mission not long ago and was away from the Lingdao Academy for a long time. Therefore, most first-year disciples only know Zhao Lin by his name and do not know him as a person.
As soon as the honest-looking disciple finished speaking, someone immediately retorted: "Zhao Lin must be great in actual combat, because he is a martial artist. However, Elder Wu said that this small meeting will only compare spells and not martial arts."
"I am more optimistic about third-year students Dou Wu and Gong Huaipeng. Both of them have practiced two minor-level spells. They have practiced for one more year and are even better."
The honest-looking disciple did not show weakness, "Zhao Lin's ice sword skills are also at the junior level, and they have the same attainments. Their combat experience in martial arts is incomparable..."
Before he could finish speaking, another disciple joined the debate: "Don't forget Lin Chaoran. He is a genius with earthly spiritual roots. He has also practiced spiritual swordsmanship to a minor level. He may not be weaker than the few people you mentioned."
Several disciples were arguing fiercely, and they seemed to want to practice alone.
At this moment, two elders, Wu Chuanchui and Nie Kui, arrived hand in hand.
The disciples fell silent instantly.
"Everyone..."
Elder Nie cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "I once said that when cultivating the Tao, the cultivation is the trunk, and the Tao is the limbs. Both are indispensable."
"The sect competition is coming soon, and our Spiritual Dao Academy will also hold a small meeting to test your abilities. Please do your best."
Hearing this, many people became nervous.
Although the Taoist Governor is not responsible for teaching the exercises, he has the power of supervision. After a disciple has completed three years of cultivation in the Lingdao Academy, the Taoist Superintendent will leave a comment on the body-reflecting stone. If the disciple does not perform well, he will write one or two bad comments, which will have a great impact on his future career.
"First-year disciples should not just watch the fun, they must study hard and apply what they have learned."
Elder Nie added.
Compared to Elder Nie who looked serious, Elder Wu was much kinder and said with a smile: "Simple fighting is a bit boring. Let's conduct three small competitions first."
"It will not be counted in the assessment. If you are willing to participate, it will be treated as a warm-up before the small party begins. The first place will be rewarded with a bottle of Yuan Yang Dan."
After a pause, he continued: "The three competitions are: divine speed racing, phantom formation escape, and archery competition."
The disciples did not expect that there would be another arrangement, and they all asked curiously: "Elder, what spells are being compared in the three competitions?"
"Shenxing racing, is it to compete with who can run faster?"
"Is archery a test of spell accuracy?"
"When you escape from the phantom formation, do you enter the psychedelic formation?"
Let the disciples guess for a while, Elder Wu said with a smile: "You are probably right. Divine walking racing, as the name suggests, is to use the magical walking technique to see who can reach the finish line first."
"To escape from the illusory formation, you need to enter the psychedelic formation and see who can see through the illusion and escape from the formation first."
"As for the archery competition, it is similar to the archery competition in the mortal world, except that the bows and arrows are replaced by spells."
He waved to the sidelines and said, "Let's race against the gods first. Those who are interested can enter directly."
"The rules are very simple. Draw two white lines on the ground and run from one end to the other. The first one to arrive wins."
"Remember, you can only use divine movement to speed up your movement. You cannot use martial arts, talismans and other means."
After Elder Wu finished speaking, several acting disciples walked into the field and drew two conspicuous white lines on the ground.
The two white lines are about a hundred feet apart, with a flag planted next to them.
"A 100-meter race in the world of immortality?"
Zhao Lin had a smile on his face, but it was a pity that he could not participate, otherwise no one would be his opponent.
Compared with the bandit cultivators, Sheng Jinlong, Tao Huang and others encountered during the last mission, my full running speed is faster than the proficient level divine movement, and slightly slower than the Dacheng level one.
There are only a handful of disciples present who can master the art of divine movement to a small degree, so winning will not be a problem.
"Senior Brother Zhao, will you participate?"
Tong Mu asked Zhao Lindao.
"I want to participate, but the rules don't allow it."
Zhao Lin smiled calmly and asked, "Junior Brother Tong, do you want to participate?"
Tong Mu's face turned red when his thoughts were revealed, "Senior brother, do you think I can participate?"
"Of course!"
Zhao Lin was very sure that the Divine Movement was a non-attributed spell that applied spiritual power to the legs to increase running speed.
Whether you can run quickly or not, spells are only one aspect, it also depends on your physical fitness.
Tong Mu was born in the vast grasslands. He chased cattle and sheep all year round and avoided wild beasts. He was very good at running. He was undoubtedly better than most of his disciples in this aspect.
"Okay, then I'll go up!"
Tong Mu was encouraged and his confidence increased greatly, and he was about to take the field.
"etc."
Zhao Lin stopped him and asked, "How are you going to run?"
"How to run?"
Tong Mu was startled, "Just stand and run, how else can you run?"
"It only takes a few seconds to run a hundred feet, and victory or defeat is only a matter of inches, so the start is very important. I have a way to give you an advantage at the start."
Zhao Lin recalled the squatting start in his previous life. He squatted down, put his hands on the ground, squatted with one leg in front, and knelt with the other leg behind him. He turned back to Tong Mu and said, "Try to do the same."
"Does this make you run faster?"
Tong Mu was doubtful, leaned down and made the same action as Zhao Lin.
Zhu Cong and Li Sancai looked at the two of them curiously, wondering why such a weird posture was helpful for running.
Tong Mu tried to kick his legs and said pleasantly: "It's really easy to use, it can make you stronger!"
"The palms of your hands are slightly wider than your shoulders, and your feet are about a foot and a half apart."
Zhao Lin helped Tong Mu correct his posture and warned: "After you start running, push your hands off the ground, swing back with force, lean forward, and give your body the maximum acceleration..."
Although Tong Mu only half understood what he was saying, he quickly mastered the essentials of the movements after practicing for a while.
At this time, more than twenty disciples had entered the venue and stood scattered near the white line.
"It's about to start, come on up."
Zhao Lin listened for a while, then pointed at a disciple in the field who had his hands behind his back and looked arrogant and said: "Did you see that person? His name is Zong Song. He has mastered the magic of magic to a small degree. He is your strongest opponent."
"As soon as you come on the field, stand next to him."
Tong Mu asked in confusion: "Brother, he runs fast, what are you doing standing next to him?"
Zhao Lin patiently explained: "You have mastered a better starting posture, and you will definitely be able to rush to the front, but his attainments in the magic of walking are higher than yours, and he will catch up in the second half of the race."
"So remember, when you notice he is catching up, move your position to block him! But you can only do it once. Afterwards, you can say it was unintentional. If you do it twice, it is intentional."
In a regular sprint race, competitors have their own tracks and cannot interfere with each other. But since there is no runway drawn here, you can make reasonable use of the rules.
In full view of the public, the other party did not dare to push or hit others.
"Okay, I'll listen to my senior brother."
Tong Mu understood, trotted into the field, walked to Zong Song and stood next to him.
Zong Song glanced sideways at Tong Mu, curled his lips in disapproval, and repeatedly worked out the secrets of the magic technique in his hand to prepare for the competition.
"Is anyone else coming up?"
Elder Wu asked twice, but when no one showed up, he said: "No one can cast spells before I call for the start, otherwise they will be disqualified."
"Okay, everyone, please get ready!"
Hearing this, Tong Mu squatted down and assumed a squatting starting position.
His action immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"What is he doing? Why is he still kneeling down?"
"I don't understand. Don't you have to stand up when you run? Why do you bother?"
"Hehe, he is indeed a prairie barbarian. I'm afraid he wants to run on four legs..."
Elder Wu also glanced at Tong Mu, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Three, two, one...start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples started running.
More than 20 people marched forward together, making magic formulas in their hands, and shouts of "divine walking skills" kept coming and going.
At this moment, a figure jumped out of the crowd and jumped out.
The disciples watching were all stunned, thinking who could run so fast?
Taking a closer look, he saw a young man with thick hands and feet and red cheeks.
Tong Mu kicked his feet fiercely on the ground, walking very fast. With the blessing of the divine movement technique, his speed continued to increase, and his body also changed from leaning forward to standing upright.
Riding Juechen, leaving everyone behind.
Everyone's mouths instantly opened wide, as stunned as wood carvings and clay sculptures. (End of chapter)
