Snowflakes fluttered over the capital.
The martial arts arena at the Yunzhou Guild Hall was bustling with activity.
The young monks surrounded Yang Zhao and the others in the center, pointing and laughing, seemingly not taking Yang Zhao seriously.
Yang Zhao held the gun and fisted: "Yang Zhao, I'm offended."
Mr. Lin snorted coldly and pointed the tip of his sword at the ground: "Learn from Master Lin in Yunzhou Prefecture."
The two sides reported their names and had nothing to say. As soon as their spiritual energy was shaken, they were fighting in one place.
The spear was long and the sword was short, so Lin Sheng did not move forward. Instead, he held the sword upright in front of him with his left hand and made a seal with his right hand. A water dragon gathered from the tip of the sword and rushed towards Yang Zhao with teeth and claws.
Before Yang Zhao could even take two steps, the water dragon roared towards her and hit her head.
She picked up the dragon spear, then swung it down, smashing the incoming water dragon into pieces with a strong force, and then she rushed closer to Lin Sheng.
Unexpectedly, the water dragon broke into pieces but didn't break up. In the blink of an eye, they joined together and hit him from behind.
Yang Zhao felt a chill on his back. He moved the tip of the spear back, and the barrel of the spear behind him grew longer. He swiped it hard and smashed the water dragon into pieces.
Although she felt that there was no danger to the water dragon, there was no damage to the thing after being smashed several times. In the blink of an eye, they got together again and entangled them.
Over there, Lin Sheng looked at Yang Zhao with disdain. He changed the spell in his hand, and the magic sword he stood in front of him gathered another water dragon and attacked the previous water dragon back and forth, and rushed towards the opponent.
It seemed that he couldn't force it, so Yang Zhao used his spiritual power to draw a big fireball with one hand, and casually slapped it on the dragon gun.
The flames spread with the sound of gunshots until they completely enveloped the dragon gun.
When the dragon gun collided with the water dragon again, it made a squeaking sound, and a large amount of water vapor rose up, like the steamer opened in a bun shop in winter, and then turned into broken ice slag when it was cold for a moment, flying and falling.
Yang Zhao's dragon spear was turned around, and half of the two water dragons were lost in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph, there are still some tricks."
Lin Sheng took two steps back, holding a sword in his left hand like Yang Zhao, and kept pinching with his right hand while whispering silently.
I saw that the flying snowflakes on the martial arts field had changed their tracks and gathered towards his magic sword.
In less than a moment, the snowflakes melted into water dragons that rushed out one after another and joined the battle group besieging Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao shook the dragon gun, and the flames on the gun rose half a foot high, like a fire dragon, raising its head and roaring.
呲呲呲.
The dense fog instantly covered Yang Zhao's figure, and only the water dragon could be seen swimming around in the fog, while the fire from the dragon gun dyed the fog orange-red.
The two sides were fighting fiercely, and the young people around them were also chatting enthusiastically.
"This guy named Yang Zhao actually uses fireball. If he wants to fight against Senior Brother Lin just because of that, he is really overestimating his capabilities."
"What else can I do? I haven't been to a government school, and I have few advanced spells in my hand, so I can only use simple ones. Since Yao Guangshu came, every cat and dog wants to show off in front of our Yunzhou government school."
"Be careful, Senior Brother Yao is already the leader of our Yunzhou Academy."
"That's right!"
"snort!"
"It's really beautiful to use local materials. A few days ago, Senior Brother Lin could only summon eight water dragons, but now he can summon twelve."
"Senior Brother Lin's talent in cultivation is really high. He has made such progress in just a few days."
"You can tell at a glance that that woman's spells are inferior and her weapons are not very good. Apart from her strength, nothing compares to Senior Brother Lin."
"How can people like them, who don't even have a formal education, have the money to buy good magic weapons?"
"That makes sense."
"cough!"
Originally, the gentlemen were very happy to listen to the students' discussion, but when they heard that they did not think highly of Yang Zhao's magical weapon, they frowned. One of the gentlemen coughed loudly and suppressed the discussion.
I saw that the eyes of those young people were all focused on me because my husband introduced me in a loud voice.
"Don't underestimate that spear. Although it looks simple, the whole body is faintly filled with blood. At first glance, you can tell that it is made from the bones of ferocious beasts, although Yang Zhao can't see anything magical when using it. , but everyone must not underestimate the enemy."
This was not only heard by the surrounding circle of Yunzhou students, but also by Yang Zhao and Lin Sheng on the court.
Sure enough, Lin Sheng's eyes became solemn and cautious when he saw the fog in the field.
At this time, the fog around Yang Zhao had surrounded him for more than ten meters, and it was still spreading.
Lin Sheng found a direction and retreated some distance. The technique on his right hand changed, and the snowflakes that had been gathering in a steady stream stopped.
Then the only mist around Yang Zhao was sucked in by his magic sword, and turned into water dragons.
Yang Zhao's figure appeared in an instant.
At this time, she had walked forward nearly ten meters, and the dragon gun in her hand had grown from the original two meters to three meters.
With a dance of the spear, those water dragons couldn't even get close to her.
Outside the martial arts arena, the discussions among the young people gradually died down.
"This Yang Zhao doesn't seem to be anything special, but Senior Brother Lin seems to be unable to do anything about her?"
"What? I didn't see Senior Brother Lin's water dragons surrounding her. She couldn't get close to Senior Brother Lin at all."
"But I think she looks quite calm and composed. Those water dragons look fancy, but they didn't cause any damage to her."
"Just by looking at Senior Brother Lin attacking and Yang Zhao defending, I know that Senior Brother Lin has the upper hand."
The reason why Yang Zhao over there has been entangled with the water dragons is because she doesn't understand these water dragons, doesn't know if there are any secrets hidden in them, and doesn't want these water dragons to get close to them.
Besides, it was such a cold winter, when the water dragon pounced on her, the clothes on her body were frozen into stubble.
Although she wasn't afraid of the cold, she didn't want to suffer it either.
But Lin Sheng had enough mana, and the snowflakes flying around were all sources of water. It was difficult for her to kill all these water dragons at once.
Since she couldn't do it in a short time, she had to think of another way.
Yang Zhao stared at Lin Sheng with her eyes fixed on her. She rubbed her hands together and the flames on the dragon gun were extinguished. Then she performed the Ice Condensation Technique with one hand and captured it on the dragon gun.
Then, the dragon spear danced, and all the water dragons that collided with the spear instantly turned into ice cubes and fell to the ground.
The mist that the magic sword had absorbed in order to gather the water dragon suddenly disappeared.
Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then he changed his tactics and tried to gather the surrounding snowflakes.
But Yang Zhao reacted one step faster than him. She stepped forward with one leg and the distance between the two was instantly cleared.
The tip of her spear was pointed directly at Lin Sheng's chest. Lin Sheng subconsciously used the magic sword in his hand to block it, but Yang Zhao used the dragon spear to stir up the attack. The magic sword in his hand was unsteady and knocked to the ground.
Lin Sheng didn't bother with the magic sword on the ground. He used the luck-lighting technique to fly backwards, slicing a water dragon with both hands and heading straight for Yang Zhao's door.
Yang Zhao dodged, his spiritual energy surged to his feet and he chased after him suddenly. The tip of the spear was sent forward and stopped at his throat.
(End of chapter)
