Everyone looked towards the present.
Facing everyone's gaze, she smiled and said, "Of course we can compete, but..."
After a pause, someone couldn't hold it any longer and said, "But what?"
"Senior Sister Lin has no problem anymore. Does Senior Sister still have any worries now?"
There was a lot of discussion, and many disciples even speculated that she wanted to avoid the battle, and their eyes on Jin Chao changed.
Fortunately, she is still a disciple of Queen Qinghe, so she doesn't even dare to challenge her. Isn't this too cowardly?
Lin Ziyin lowered her eyes, suppressed her faint smile, and looked like she was quietly waiting for the decision. Her posture was calm and elegant, without any aggressiveness at all, and she quickly gained a lot of good impressions.
"Senior Sister Ziyin reminds me of a word: gentle nature, careful attitude!"
"Can you count? These are two words."
"That's pretty much it. Your talent is so good. I'm so jealous of you!"
"..."
"Seriously, do you think Senior Sister will accept the challenge now?"
"Not necessarily. After all, Senior Sister Ziyin is at the third level of Qi Refining and has the Phoenix Feather Flame Heart Sword. Now that Senior Sister is facing her, it will be difficult to gain favor."
"That's not necessarily true. In fact, Senior Sister is currently at the third level of Qi Refining, and she has been at the third level of Qi Refining for a long time. The time when she first took on the sect's mission was a little earlier than Senior Sister Lin!"
"Ah? Is it true? How come no one has heard of it? If it is true, then senior sister is too low-key now!"
"The two of them are at the same level. Don't you think an evenly matched battle would be more exciting?"
"That's what I said..." Before he could finish speaking, a disciple shouted at the top of his voice, "Senior Sister, please accept the challenge! We all want to see you compete with Senior Sister Lin!"
"Yes, yes, senior sister, please accept the challenge today! I support you!"
"I support Senior Sister Lin."
Soon the field was noisy again, and even if I wanted to speak now, I would never get the chance.
"Just be quiet and let Senior Sister Jinchao speak."
Suddenly, there was a sudden silence, and Jin Zhao said calmly, "Junior Sister Lin was injured by the Phoenix Feather Flame Heart Sword. I don't want to take advantage of others. When she recovers from her injury, we will see you at the martial arts field."
Only then did everyone realize that there were less obvious blood stains on Lin Ziyin's clothes, as if she had used a dust purification technique, but it had not been thoroughly cleaned.
Realizing that they had misunderstood the disciples who had misunderstood Jin Chao, a trace of guilt flashed on their faces. Senior sister Jin Chao was obviously very glamorous, but they actually thought of her as a villain. It was really inappropriate!
"Senior sister is too careful now. If it were me, I would never have thought of so many things."
"Me too, my attention was focused on Senior Sister Ziyin's sword, and I didn't even think about Senior Sister Ziyin being injured."
Almost instantly, the direction of the wind changed.
Lin Ziyin said softly, "My injury is not serious."
Her supporters immediately came out and said, "Senior Sister Ziyin, don't force yourself. If you are injured, you must recover first! If you suffer from sequelae, the gain will outweigh the loss."
These words were really for Lin Ziyin's sake, and many people in the crowd echoed her advice. Lin Ziyin then gave up and agreed to the current words, waiting for her to recover from her injuries before they can discuss again.
"See you at the martial arts arena in three days."
Jin Zhao smiled slightly and said, "Okay."
I was thinking about going to the Sutra Library to read, so I didn't stay any longer. The crowd moved out of the way and Huang Yi walked away.
After Lin Ziyin left, everyone dispersed.
But the news that Jin Chao and Lin Ziyin were going to compete in the martial arts arena three days later spread like wings throughout the Mingxin Sect.
At present, he is not listening to what is happening outside the window. He pours his spiritual power into the talisman pen he bought, and concentrates on drawing according to the rune patterns seen in the book.
The golden stream of light flashed and merged into the yellow talisman. Today's little face showed joy, it's done!
After having the first experience, I took advantage of the hot hand and drew a few simple talismans one after another.
The instant talisman, the wind blade talisman, the fire talisman... were all successful once, but the ice needle talisman failed the first time, so I drew a new one now.
After drawing a few talismans, I was already sweating profusely, my head was a little dizzy, and my energy was severely exhausted. I took a while to rest before getting better.
He twisted a piece of talisman paper between his fingertips and threw it out to test its power. It glowed like lightning and exploded suddenly!
Dabai shivered and curled up into a ball, with only his butt exposed.
"Oops, I forgot that Dabai was there!" Jin Chao patted his forehead in annoyance. At the critical moment, a man in green clothes fluttered like a lotus and fished out Dabai.
Qing He raised his hand slightly, and the spiritual talisman instantly turned into thousands of catkins, flying and falling one after another.
The spiritual turmoil collapsed, the world was quiet, and the breeze blew on the face.
Qing He comforted Dabai and looked at Jin Chao, "Do you want me to ask Ling Feng to blow up and live in a cave?"
Nowadays, he is very self-aware, "Master is joking, how can the talisman I drew be so powerful."
Qing He twisted some of the magic talismans he had drawn so far and looked at them without commenting, "I heard that you and Lin Ziyin made an appointment for a martial arts competition in three days?"
"Did the news spread so fast? Even Master knows about it."
"Are you confident?" Qing He asked, putting down the magic talisman and pressing it with his fingertips. "The primary magic talisman has little effect."
Jin Chao raised his eyebrows lightly, "Of course you have to have confidence."
"But I'm just worried that this bamboo will be cut off." Jin Chao looked at Qing He expectantly, hoping that she would understand his hint.
Qing He had a smile on his lips, but his words were very indifferent, "You are unfounded."
"The Lucky Bamboo cannot be cut off by ordinary weapons."
"Can't the Flameheart Sword also work?"
"certainly."
Now I feel relieved that Master will not cause any trouble in such a big matter.
"But the Flame Heart Sword is indeed a bit tricky for you." Qing He bent down and released Dabai from his arms, "Let me teach you a set of sword skills."
"But Master, I don't have a sword!"
Qing He spread her hands, and there was a section of green bamboo in her palm. She looked back and said, "Whatever is in your hand is a sword. You just have to watch it carefully."
The green clothes moved, like green waves rippling, and a mighty wind suddenly appeared in the world, stirring up the clear light.
I am a little dizzy when I look at it now, and I can't tell whether it is the dancing green clothes or the flickering green bamboos. I just feel that the greenest green under the sky is all gathered together.
The green bamboo is lifted out, and the clouds and water flow, without slowness or stagnation.
The sword wind blows, dull and elegant.
"Have you learned it?" Qing He collected the green bamboo and asked lazily.
Jin Zhao nodded hesitantly, he should have learned it, right?
Qing He raised his chin and indicated that he would demonstrate it again now so that she could point out what was wrong.
Now I closed my eyes and concentrated, recalling Qing He's move, then opened my eyes again, his eyes were fixed!
Zizhu burst out of the air, and a bit of sword intent slowly appeared. Qing He suddenly straightened his body, and his expression became solemn and serious.
She knew that Jin Chao's comprehension was very strong, but she didn't expect it to be this strong. She could vaguely understand the sword's intention after learning Wu Wu Sword Technique for the first time.
Even if it is invisible, as long as the sword intention is right, the rest is not that important.
I feel something in my heart now, without deliberately copying the shape of the green lotus. The purple bamboo suddenly retracts back and forth, and the wind between the sticks spreads the branches and leaves, diverts the flow in all directions, and stirs up layers of invisible ripples.
