There is still some time before the end of the month, and Zhao Lin goes to the practice room every day to kill time.
Considering that there is no way to upgrade second-level spells, most of his time is spent practicing martial arts and training Li Feng to cooperate with him in actual combat.
He Shanfeng has been able to survive to this day under the wanted orders of Cheng Hua Zong. In addition to his combat prowess, his resourcefulness cannot be underestimated.
The red bees are elusive and highly poisonous, and may have unexpected effects at critical moments.
Li Feng also knew very well that Zhao Lin went all the way to save him because he hoped that Chi Ji Feng could contribute in the battle.
I don't feel any conflict at all. It was originally a fair transaction. I got a new life and Zhao Lin got help.
To take a step back, if Zhao Lin is defeated and dies, then the monster insect with which he has made a curse contract will also not survive.
Even in order to survive, Li Feng must go all out.
The practice room is not far away, and five yuan of spirit coins can be used for one hour.
Zhao Lin came to the practice room hall, bought a ten-yuan spirit coin, and asked the monk on duty for a spacious practice room.
Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps and turned around to see a strong man coming into the hall. It was the body cultivator I had met in the other courtyard before.
Zhao Lin's heart moved and he took the initiative to say hello: "Fellow Taoist, nice to meet you!"
The strong man was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhao Lin, and realized something: "I remembered that you also live in another courtyard. Are you a martial arts cultivator?"
Zhao Lin cupped his hands: "I'm Zhao Lin."
The strong man fisted casually and said, "Lu Liancheng."
Zhao Lin opened his palms, showed the token of the practice room, and said half-jokingly: "Fellow Daoist Lu, have you ever been interested in two moves?"
He Shanfeng is a physical practitioner, and Lu Liancheng is also a physical practitioner. The difference in cultivation level is only one level, so there should be many similarities in actual combat styles.
If you can actually fight with it, it will definitely be of great help in performing tasks.
Lu Liancheng was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually narrowed, "Fellow Daoist Zhao wants to use me as He Shanfeng's training partner?"
"good."
Zhao Lin admitted frankly and took out a spiritual bead from his arms, "Brother Lu is going to the Ba border. It is necessary to replenish his spiritual power. As long as Brother Lu is willing to follow me to compete, regardless of victory or defeat, I will give you this third-grade spiritual bead." "
Lu Liancheng glanced at the spirit bead, but did not reach out to pick it up. He asked calmly: "How to compare?"
Zhao Lin said: "Swords and guns have no eyesight. How about we fight with our bodies without using magic weapons?"
Lu Liancheng smiled softly, "I'm a physical practitioner. Fellow Daoist Zhao doesn't use magic weapons. Do I suffer a loss?"
"It doesn't matter, it's not a life and death battle."
"Okay, then I'm welcome."
Lu Liancheng reached out and took the spirit bead.
Entering the practice room, Zhao Lin took off his Zangetsu Sword, Locking Bag and Beast Taming Bag, and released Li Feng to watch.
Lu Liancheng glanced at Li Feng in surprise, but didn't say anything and threw the magic weapon and other objects to the ground.
After getting ready, the two walked to the field and stood facing each other.
"There's no referee, just use it."
Zhao Lin took out a spirit coin and threw it into the air.
The spirit coin hit the ground and made a "ding" sound.
Lu Liancheng moved upon hearing the sound, rushed towards Zhao Lin like a cannonball, and punched out.
There was a layer of golden light on the fist edge, which spread from the fist surface to the entire forearm, as if covered with a thick layer of armor.
"This is the Golden Armor Fist, be careful!"
Lu Liancheng was worried about hurting Zhao Lin, so he deliberately reminded him.
Zhao Lin said, "Well done," and instead of dodging, he hit an ice punch from the front.
The fist was covered with ice crystals, making a whistling sound.
boom!
The fists collided, and the two of them took a few steps back at the same time, their bodies swaying.
Zhao Lin was secretly surprised. This was the first time in so many years that someone could compete with him in terms of strength.
The fist of the physical cultivator was as if it were made of gold and stone, extremely hard, and it also carried a sharp golden aura that made the arm numb.
Lu Liancheng's expression changed. He was also surprised that Zhao Lin could resist the Golden Armor Fist, so he no longer held back and launched a fierce attack with fists and kicks.
The two moved very fast, and they fought for hundreds of rounds in a short time. Their fists and feet collided from time to time, making the practice room buzz.
Lu Liancheng's eyes gradually became serious. He agreed to compete with Zhao Lin just to earn a spiritual bead for free, but by now, his mind has changed.
You can't get the spirit beads for nothing, you have to use some real skills to get them.
He immediately gathered his spiritual power of gold and struck down with his palm, turning it into a long sword that was made of solid gold.
Zhao Lin turned his palm to meet him, and used his strength to form a half-moon-shaped sword that was more than seven feet long and had the same substance.
The sword slashed and slashed, causing a gust of wind and turbulence in the training room.
"Too cruel!"
Full of energy, Li Feng was worried about being accidentally injured, so he lay down in the angle between the ceiling and the wall of the practice room.
Seeing the skills of the two people, I was secretly surprised.
The strength displayed by the two people has surpassed most of the Qi Refining Realm monks and is close to the Foundation Establishment monks.
Looking at the entire sect, there are only a handful of them.
Zhao Lin is the sworn enemy of the Li family. As long as he breaks through the foundation-building realm, the Li family will surely suffer disaster.
Li Feng raised his two front legs and rubbed his head and face, without any mercy in his heart, "A bunch of inhuman things, let's die!"
"Brother Lu is smart, and my little brother has learned a lot."
Zhao Lin jumped back and shouted to stop the competition.
After fighting for so long, he had a general understanding of all aspects of physical training, and there was little point in continuing to fight.
Maybe Lu Liancheng still had a trump card that he hadn't used yet, but the same was true for him. Without the protection of the magic circle, the intensity of the competition had to be controlled within a certain range.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao is too humble. I am the one who has the most experience."
Lu Liancheng said seriously, looked up at Li Feng on the ceiling, said goodbye and left the practice room.
A few days later, the practicing disciples notified the monks living in other courtyards to gather in the meeting hall.
When everyone arrived at the meeting hall, there was already a middle-aged foundation-building monk with three long beards waiting there.
"I, Xu Jingyu, am the deacon of the Si Litang."
The middle-aged monk coughed and said: "You have all received the task of killing He Shanfeng, and you must also know that the Ba boundary is not under the control of our sect. How many people can we send in, we need to negotiate with the Nanzhu Sect."
"I just received the news today that there are only eight places available this time."
At this point, he paused and said, "There are fifteen people who have received the mission, so they still have to go through a round of selection."
Everyone nodded. This was explained in the mission details, so they were not surprised.
"Since everyone has no objection, please come with me."
Xu Jingyu led everyone out of the meeting hall and to an underground stone room.
Walking into the room, Zhao Lin felt a strong smell of wood and earth.
According to the mana fluctuations, a wood-and-earth formation should have been set up for fighting.
Xu Jingyu asked his disciple to hold out a wooden box, patted it twice and said: "This selection does not count the rankings. Only eight people will be selected, so try to reduce the number of competitions."
"The rules are like this. There are eight red cards and seven green cards in the wooden box. The one who draws the red card will not move. The one who draws the green card can challenge any red card holder."
"If the challenge is successful, the two people exchange the wooden cards in their hands. If they fail, they will remain unchanged. After two rounds of competition, the person who still holds the red card will be selected." (End of this chapter)
