When it comes to long-distance attacks, Tong Mu is naturally no match for those disciples who are more accomplished in the art of magic.
But the distance of one hundred feet is only a few breaths away for the monks, so even if the disciples on the field try hard to catch up, it will be difficult to make up for the initial disadvantage.
The only exception was Zong Song, whose speed exceeded Tong Mu after half the race, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.
Seeing that he was less than twenty feet away from the finish line, the footsteps behind him became louder and louder. Tong Mu remembered Zhao Lin's instructions and leaned forward, moving two positions to the left, just in front of Zong Song.
Zong Song was taken aback and quickly changed direction, trying to overtake Tong Mu from the other side.
Tong Mu remembered that Zhao Lin only allowed him to block him once, so he didn't think about anything and closed his eyes and rushed forward.
Swish…
The two figures hit the line almost at the same time.
One breath later, the other disciples also crossed the finish line one after another.
"Tong Mu is first, Zong Song is second."
Although the gap between the two is very subtle, Elder Wu's eyesight can still tell who is ahead and who is behind.
"Elder, he just blocked me!"
Zong Song stepped forward unconvinced.
"Really? In such a wide field, how can he block you by himself?"
Elder Wu said solemnly, of course he saw what happened just now, but Tong Mu only took two steps and it was hard to tell whether it was intentional or unintentional.
What's more important is that he didn't say whether he could stop it beforehand. Of course, he had to maintain the rules he had set.
"this……"
Zong Song didn't dare to complain anymore and turned around to glare at Tong Mu.
"Don't tell me, Tong Mu's starting action just now was a bit ugly, but it really worked!"
"Indeed, I tried it and it was faster than running while standing!"
"How did you come up with it?"
Seeing that Tong Mu came out on top, the disciples changed their previous attitude and began to imitate his movements. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I think it’s effective.
"Senior Brother Zhao, here you go."
Tong Mu ran back excitedly, holding the Yangyuan Pill he had just received, and wanted to give it to Zhao Lin.
"Just keep it, senior brother, there is no shortage of elixirs."
Zhao Lin smiled and declined to go back.
"How is this possible? I can win this game all thanks to my senior brother."
Tong Mu insisted.
"Senior brother, there are many pills. Besides..."
Zhao Lin lowered his voice and said, "There are two more games to come, don't worry."
"Senior brother, you want to participate in the latter two competitions? You will definitely win."
Tong Mu's eyes lit up and he put the elixir away.
The second competition is to escape from the phantom formation.
Elder Wu had already arranged a psychedelic array in the field in advance and used white powder to draw a circle with a diameter of thirty feet.
This competition aroused great interest among the disciples, and many second-year disciples who had never experienced the psychedelic array entered the array.
"Senior Brother Zhao, I want to give it a try. Can we go together?"
Li Sancai said eagerly.
"good."
Zhao Lin nodded in agreement and turned to look at Zhu Cong, "Do you want to go?"
"Not going."
Zhu Cong's head shook like a rattle, "I heard there are monsters inside, I'm scared."
Zhao Lin couldn't help but smile and walked to the field with Li Sancai.
After a while, seventy or eighty disciples were already standing in the magic circle, eagerly waiting for the magic circle to open.
"Are you all ready?"
Elder Wu held a five-color formation disk and reminded everyone, "The formation is now open. As long as three people escape, I will stop the formation."
"Three, two, one!"
The array disk made a low sound, and the psychedelic array activated accordingly.
The expressions on the faces of the disciples in the field immediately changed.
In their eyes, the sky suddenly darkened, it was as black as ink, they could not see anything, and they heard all kinds of strange sounds in their ears.
"Boom boom boom..."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
"Hiss, hiss..."
Someone heard the sound of rolling rocks and was so frightened that they ran away, "The rocks are coming, run away!"
When someone heard the sound of bows and arrows being fired, they immediately lay down on the ground and did not dare to move.
Some people heard the bite sound of poisonous snakes and stood there shivering, "Ah, there is a snake!"
Only Zhao Lin looked calm and was not confused by the scene in front of him.
The power of the psychedelic array is far inferior to the ghost cultivator's three-yin phantom killing array.
This is of course not because Elder Wu cannot set up a stronger magic circle. This is to protect his disciples. There are only illusions and no magic attacks.
Zhao Lin did not release his spiritual consciousness to detect the surroundings. The directions in the array were reversed, and his spiritual consciousness was disturbed and could not detect the correct direction.
And once the divine consciousness is released, the magic circle can change into more terrifying illusions based on the divine consciousness.
Still, the visions kept coming.
There are also brave disciples who make up their mind to ignore the danger in front of them and just move forward, only to find that the scene has changed again.
Some people couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw their long-dead relatives.
When some people saw their former enemies, they yelled and cursed, and even punched and kicked them.
Some people also saw a woman they had admired for a long time turn into a skeleton as soon as they walked over...
Various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy constantly appeared on the faces of the disciples.
The disciples in the formation were running around like headless flies and dancing, but the people outside the arena watched with gusto.
"Haha, look, everyone, Jia Hui is usually a very stable person, why is he rolling around like a fool?"
"Pan Shi is the same, with a big grin on his face."
"Look at Senior Brother Song, just now he arrogantly said that he must be the first one, and now he is squatting on the ground crying until his nose is dripping..."
Ridicule is ridicule, and they also know in their hearts that if they go up, their performance may not be as good as the people on the field.
Zhu Cong's face was full of doubts and he asked: "Brother Tong, how did these people become like this? Is it an illusion?"
He didn't feel the horror of the psychedelic formation at all outside the court, but he just felt that the performance of these people was too unbearable.
Tong Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I heard from Senior Brother Zhao that the magic circle interferes with the mind and the illusion is extremely real. If you were in it, you wouldn't think it was fake."
"Terrible."
Zhu Cong thought for a while and then asked, "Can't I close my eyes and walk out directly?"
Tong Mu smiled and said: "I'm afraid not. It's not just the eyes that are fascinated by the psychedelic array. The mind is also confused. If you close your eyes, the illusion will become more real."
"And the directions inside are reversed. You think you are walking in a straight line, but you are actually spinning in circles. Look at the two senior brothers, Liao Yong and Zhuo Feihu, hugging each other and spinning around in circles, aren't they?"
Zhu Cong patted his chest and said, "No wonder, Senior Brother Zhao is still the best."
Zhao Lin had already reached the edge of the circle at this time. Just when he was about to leave the circle, the illusion suddenly disappeared and the person had arrived outside the circle.
Elder Wu looked over with a smile, a look of approval on his face, "Very good, you were the first to come out."
He took out a bottle of Yangyuan Pill and said, "This is a reward."
Zhao Linning glanced at Elder Wu, but instead of stepping forward to pick him up, he took a few steps back. The scene before his eyes changed, and he finally walked out of the psychedelic array.
"Zhao Lin, first place."
Elder Wu nodded and smiled, handing Zhao Lin a bottle of Yuan Yang Pill.
"Thank you, elder."
Zhao Lin thanked him and took it, then looked back at the magic circle.
The disciples in the formation are still struggling and making ugly appearances.
"Kind master and madam, please give me something to eat. I'm... starving to death."
Li Sancai lay on the ground, crawling forward, raising one hand above his head as if holding a bowl, and said with tears.
"Haha, what a beggar."
One of the onlookers pointed at Li Sancai and laughed.
Zhao Lin looked over coldly, and the disciple was so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a third-year disciple walked out of the psychedelic array, followed by Lin Chaoran.
The two saw Zhao Lin standing outside the court with a disappointed look on his face.
"Okay, this competition is over."
Elder Wu pressed down on the array disk, and the psychedelic array immediately closed.
The illusion disappeared, and the disciples in the field seemed to be waking up from a dream. You looked at me, I looked at you, and walked back with a sigh.
The third game is a shooting match.
Two acting disciples carried up an iron frame, with a silver ring hanging on the frame. There was a thin rope on the top of the silver ring, and a copper coin was tied to the rope.
The copper coin is right in the middle of the silver ring.
Elder Wu walked to the iron frame and said: "During the competition, you can use spiritual sword techniques, spiritual hammer techniques, spiritual stab techniques and other attack spells to shoot copper coins."
"In order to prevent someone from deliberately using large spells to hit randomly, the silver ring cannot be touched when shooting."
"With a distance of fifteen feet, each person has three chances. If the copper coin rings and the silver ring does not move, it will be counted as a hit."
When the disciples heard this, they all took a deep breath.
At a distance of fifteen feet, the small copper coin could only see a black dot.
To hit from such a long distance requires extremely high levels of spiritual consciousness and spiritual power, and it must be extremely precise.
The silver ring is only the size of the mouth of a small bowl, which means that the condensed spirit sword cannot be too big and must be able to pass through the middle of the silver ring.
Otherwise, it will be useless if the silver ring rings and hits the copper coin.
Elder Wu continued: "One more thing, after the spell is released, you cannot use your spiritual consciousness to control the direction, otherwise it will be considered a failure."
After hearing this, some disciples who wanted to play immediately gave up their thoughts.
If you have mastered the spirit sword technique to a minor level, you can use your spiritual consciousness to control the direction. If you go slower and adjust the direction temporarily, it is still possible to hit.
You are not allowed to change the direction, so you must be absolutely precise when taking action, not even a little bit off.
"Elder, what if there's a draw?"
A disciple asked.
"If it's a tie, move the target to twenty feet. If it's still a tie, move the target further to twenty-five feet, and so on."
Elder Wu explained, "The copper coins and silver rings are made of pure gold, so there is no need to worry about them being damaged."
"Okay, let's get started!"
This competition was the most difficult of the three. The number of disciples participating in the competition was much smaller than in the previous two games, with only nine people.
Except for Zhao Lin and Lin Chaoran, the others are all three-year-olds, including Dou Wu and Gong Huaipeng, who are rumored to be hopeful of ranking in the fighting competition.
The first disciple to appear was named Zhou Tianming. He stared at the copper coins for a long time, pinched the skills in his hands, and shouted: "Wooden Swordsmanship!"
A ray of green light flew out of the hand, and there was a "dang" sound, and the silver ring made a crisp sound.
It is not easy to hit the silver ring, and there was sparse applause from the audience.
In the next two casts, Zhou Tianming adjusted the wooden sword to be smaller and changed its direction slightly, and finally hit the copper coin with the third shot.
He knew he had no hope of winning and walked off the field shaking his head.
The second disciple who came on stage used the Golden Thorn Technique, and his performance was slightly better than Zhou Tianming's.
It hit the copper coin twice, but once it hit the copper coin, it also hit the silver ring.
It was Zhao Lin's turn to appear third, and the surrounding disciples immediately fell silent.
Zhao Lin is the only martial arts cultivator in the Lingdao Academy, and he won the first prize at the Dharma Performance Competition last year. Every disciple has heard of his name.
In addition, he had just won the first place in the phantom formation escape competition, and everyone was looking forward to his performance.
Zhao Lin released his spiritual consciousness and locked onto the copper coin.
The first two disciples' magic attainments are small, but there are certain differences in the level of the same attainments.
Zhao Lin's spells came from Miao Kefa, a Taoist master, and he inherited relevant experience. What's more, he has mastered master-level spells, and his accuracy is naturally much better than the first two.
"Ice Blade Technique!"
After the spell was cast, the copper coin made a "ding" sound, but the silver ring did not move at all.
Zhao Lin deliberately suppressed the casting time and the degree of solidification of the ice blade, making it look almost the same as a minor-level spell.
Despite this, Elder Wu was also moved, seeing that Zhao Lin's ice knife skills were far superior to the previous two.
Zhao Lin stood silently for a while, waiting for the copper coins to return, and then fired two more ice knife tricks, and they all hit again.
"Good accuracy!"
“It’s well-deserved, it’s really awesome!”
The disciples burst into warm applause.
Next, the next six disciples took turns to appear.
After the first round, there were only four people left on the field: Zhao Lin, Lin Chaoran, Dou Wu and Gong Huaipeng.
"The target has been moved back five feet."
Elder Wu ordered.
The acting disciple immediately stepped forward and moved the iron frame five feet back.
At a distance of twenty feet, let alone the copper coins, even the silver rings were almost invisible.
This time Zhao Lin was the first to play, and still hit all three spells.
"Golden Swordsmanship!"
Lin Chaoran felt the pressure increase sharply. He took aim for a long time before releasing the spell, but the shot missed and only hit the silver ring.
He sighed and walked out unwillingly. He was an earth spirit root and had outstanding spell talent, but he was always outclassed by Zhao Lin.
Next, Dou Wu and Gong Huaipeng played one after another.
Dou Wu, like Lin Chaoran, missed the first arrow, but Gong Huaipeng hit all three times.
Without waiting for Elder Wu's instructions, the disciple came up and moved the target back another five feet.
Zhao Lin glanced at Gong Huaipeng and finally felt the pressure.
If the opponent still hits all the targets this time, the target will be moved to a distance of thirty feet.
My own consciousness can only reach thirty feet. In this marginal area, it is difficult to ensure accurate shooting.
"My consciousness is still not strong enough!"
Zhao Lin said secretly, remembering the Nine Turns Condensation Technique that Elder Wu had said.
If you practice this technique, your spiritual consciousness can continue to expand without being limited by your cultivation level.
Zhao Lin calmed down and released the ice knife technique.
Ding...ding...ding!
Three times in a row, the ice blade passed through the silver ring and hit the copper coin.
Zhao Lin walked aside calmly and waited patiently for the results.
Seeing this situation, Elder Wu was shocked. Zhao Lin's ice knife skills were already at the top level of the junior master level. If he continued at this rate, he would probably be able to reach the proficiency level in less than a year or two.
Now the pressure is on Gong Huaipeng.
"Wind Blade Technique!"
Gong Huaipeng waved his hand and released a wind knife.
The silver ring vibrated.
Zhao Lin breathed a sigh of relief. If the opponent hit everything like him, it would be difficult to win.
Although he missed the first time, Gong Huaipeng still persisted in shooting the next two spells, and the final result was one of three.
"Zhao Lin wins."
Elder Wu announced. (End of chapter)
