Elder Lin's first move was to use a palm print as a test.
The phantom of the palm condensed by spiritual power came out, carrying fierce wind pressure and hitting the triangular pyramid.
The cone turned slightly, and one side faced the palm print diagonally.
The moment the two came into contact, the palm print was redirected and blasted towards the outside of the fighting platform.
The disciples who were close to the stage were momentarily panicked. Fortunately, the formations set up around the stage blocked the attack in time, so no accidental damage was caused.
Elder Lin frowned slightly, held his hand down, and a spiritual sword quickly took shape in his hand.
He flipped his wrist and swung the sword out like a mountain of light. One, two, three... dense sword light slashed away.
The cone suddenly spun, and afterimages appeared due to the speed. The moment all the sword lights hit the surface of the cone, they were bounced in different directions. For a moment, light and shadow flew across the field, making it dazzling.
When the sword's light was broken by the field's defensive formation, the cone slowly stopped rotating, and its shimmering surface shimmered with radiance without a single trace.
Elder Lin removed his spiritual sword, made a seal with his hands, and a raging fire ignited.
The tongue of fire licking the upper cone was still flicked to the side, but the high temperature was unavoidable. The color on the surface of the cone flows, as if it is melting, but it is only a seeming effect. In fact, the cone has not changed at all.
Shu Pinghui frowned and said, "This technique gives me a very strange feeling."
Tang Zhile asked: "Ah, what's so strange? I just think this kind of technique is quite rare."
Shu Pinghui pondered: "I don't know how to describe it, it's like... the tip of an iceberg of something huge."
Tang Zhile was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You mean it's like part of a high-level spell, right?"
Shu Pinghui: "Yes, that's what it means."
Jing Yingrong glanced at them both.
The flame extinguished, and when Elder Lin stared at the cone piece, the magic formula in his hand changed, and a spiritual net was spread out at a high place, covering the cone from top to bottom.
The cone did not dodge or dodge, allowing the spiritual net to trap itself. Elder Lin raised his hand to point at the cone and waved his arm to the side.
The cone didn't move at all, but he was almost thrown out by the force of the recoil.
Elder Lin's figure shook. Although he stabilized in an instant, he was still noticed by people with keen eyesight.
Tang Zhile exclaimed, "This kind of technique can only be cracked with stronger force, right? I just don't know what its upper limit is."
Shu Pinghui nodded and said, "I don't know if spiritual consciousness spells are useful for this move. Well... it might also be bounced away."
At this time, Wu Yaochen spoke up and said: "This technique, if mastered and mastered, will be extremely useful in group combat."
After hearing this, Tang Zhile imagined the scene and couldn't help but take a breath. Then he noticed a certain message in Wu Yaochen's words and asked in surprise: "You mean, that disciple named Luo Qi used this trick?" Not considered proficient yet?”
Before Wu Yaochen could answer, Shu Pinghui replied: "Yes, don't you think she uses it very rigidly? It almost depends on the mystery of the technique itself. This technique is not that simple, and look at how she uses it. , hum, I must have learned it temporarily from somewhere else.”
The mirror on the side reflected: "..."
Wu Yaochen added: "In addition to crushing with brute force, the point where the edges meet should be the weak point." As he said, he leaned back and adjusted the robe on his knees, "But, among the same level, few people can Target this weakness.”
As if to confirm his words, on the stage, after Elder Lin made several moves without success, he placed his target on the edge of the cone.
He swung out infinite spiritual needles that were like ox hair, piercing the edges and four sharp corners of the cone. However, the cone rotated too fast, and the edges and corners were all avoided. The occasional hit would not have much effect.
Jing Yingrong looked calmly.
Ji Yanzhu said: "It turns out that the original 'Mirror Reflection Art' was this way of fighting."
Jijie Pen: "This form is far different from the later stage, but the core principle has not changed much. When Li Chengkong used your body to perform this move, you can basically say that you are invincible at the same level, right?"
Jing Yingrong: "No, because there are restrictions in the early stage."
Jijiebi: "What restrictions?"
Jing Yingrong: "When using this move, spiritual energy is consumed a lot. You cannot actively attack or use other spells. Moreover, it is ineffective against the power of the physical body."
She paused and added: "So, before he improved it, he rarely used this trick."
Ji Sha Jian: "Then why don't you teach her the improved version?"
Jing Yingrong: "She is not cultivated enough to master it, so she can only use the initial form."
Ji Jie Bi said fiercely: "It is not effective against the power of the physical body?! In other words..."
Before it finished speaking, Jing Yingrong responded: "Yes."
Ji Jie Bi: "...It was very hard for you to follow him in the past, right?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know, I didn't have spiritual consciousness at that time."
Ji Jie Pen: "Fortunately, fortunately."
Mirror Yingrong: "Broken five times."
Sanling: "..."
Elder Lin struggled for a long time and had only one last chance to make a move. He had a look of helplessness on his face, shook his head, and simply flew forward. While taking defensive measures, he gently pushed the cone with his hand.
With the thought of being curious about the touch of the cone, he was prepared to be bounced away, but he didn't know that with this push, it was like pushing an ordinary object, and the cone immediately floated out, and Li Zhan Stop the castration when there is less than half an inch left on the edge of the stage.
Elder Lin: "..."
Everyone present: "..."
"Isn't it?! Is this okay?" Shu Pinghui was shocked beyond measure.
Tang Zhile murmured almost dully: "If she didn't use spiritual power or magic at the beginning and pushed her directly with her hands, she would be pushed off the stage, right? Am I right?"
Wu Yaochen held his forehead and said, dumbfounded: "You are right, how can this kind of magic be so, so..."
He thought for a few breaths before he came up with a barely appropriate word: "Such an unreasonable weakness."
Elder Lin looked at his palm, then looked at the cone, said "Hey" heavily, and sighed: "That's all, after ten moves, you win."
After hearing this, the cone slowly fell, and except for the bottom surface, the three thin slices disintegrated, revealing the pale Luo Qi inside.
Luo Qi turned to look at the edge of the battle platform behind him, exhaling softly, and the look of joy in his brows and eyes flashed away. Then he turned around and gave a solemn salute to Elder Lin and said: "This disciple is opportunistic, thank you for your mercy."
"Speculation is also strength, not to mention that your technique is really good. If you can improve it, you will have unlimited potential in the future." Elder Lin said magnanimously.
Luo Qi thanked him again.
From the beginning to the end, she never glanced in the direction of the reflection in the mirror, so no one doubted the connection between that mysterious magic and the reflection in the mirror.
