Sword God

Several disciples from Linshanyuan came from a distance. When they passed by, they turned around and looked at it. They seemed to find something immediately, stopped, and looked curious.

"A few of you, call some more people." Zhao Yifu immediately waved his hand and said.

Her purpose is very simple, that is to let more people look at what these two intrepid people who dare to challenge themselves look like.

Tutor Liu frowned slightly and was a little displeased, but he didn't stop it.

The impulse has to pay the corresponding price, but it is only a small price to lose face in front of everyone. Sometimes the price paid by the impulse is life.

Several disciples knew Zhao Yifu, and when she heard her, they immediately dispersed and asked more people to come.

Soon, dozens of people gathered around.

"Okay, which of you two will come first?" Zhao Yifu raised his head, his eyes cold with a trace of success, and swept across the faces of Chen Zong and Lin Ji: "Or are you two together?"

"I know, this is the assessment of the special recruitment quota." A watching disciple suddenly realized.

"Special recruitment quota, so it turns out."

"The two of them were trained at the end of the eight-turn practice in Jingjing, and one couldn't see it, but they dared to challenge Mr. Zhao.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao's strength is among many teachers, but he can be ranked in the top ten."

"There is a good show now."

One by one, the posture of gloating and misfortune, after all, this is not one's own business, nor is it one's business of one's own brother and friend, it is not about oneself hangs high, the right should be lively, and one more talk.

"I'll come first." Lin Ji said coldly, striding out, facing Zhao Yifu, rushing into the body, the arrogant breath spread out, and the clouds seemed to burst out of the body and surround.

"Prefecture-level best practice, but also cultivated to the fifth level." Instructor Liu Dao is superb, and at a glance, he can see Lin Ji's ability. He can't help nodding secretly. At this age, he has cultivated to the peak of the eighth turn, compared with most people. It’s pretty good, but it looks average compared with genius, but it’s good to be able to practice the ground-level best practice to the highest level. It’s not bad: “Maybe it’s possible to pass the assessment.”

"Is this your dependence? I will let you know that in the face of absolute strength, nothing depends on it." Zhao Yifu's eyes flashed a different color, and a trace of sarcasm hung in the corner of his mouth. I hate as much as I hate. I saw her tickling her fingers, and she was contemptuous: "Come on."

Lin Ji was blown up, his blood was flushed with red blood, and he was so angry that he was desperate to take everything. His palms were like mountains and seas. The palm pressure was like a storm, and he was walking toward, and the ground was rolling like a storm.

Instructor Liu nodded secretly again. It was a prefecture-level martial arts. It was solid and powerful.

"Huh, to deal with you, you don't need a knife yet." Zhao Yifu snorted coldly, and took Xiuwei to control the peak of the eighth turn in the training environment. The huge momentum contrast is very obvious, but the palm is shining with light, that is, the inner strength is highly compressed.

Chen Zong looked not far away, and suddenly he saw that Zhao Yifu would be much better than Lin Ji in the application of internal strength alone. This is experience, and it may be a gift.

Talented people can do it easier, otherwise they will use time to accumulate.

Zhao Yifu looked like a high-temperature soldering iron, penetrating the palm pressure brought by Lin Ji, and slapped hard to Lin Ji, bringing terrible pressure.

Lin Ji looked again, but the palm was not retracted. Instead, the left hand was also photographed. The palm was different. The palm was covered with a cloud of white mist. It was the inner strength, like a cloud, like silk.

The left palm came first and collided with Zhao Yifu's palm, and the softness of the strength absorbed and cancelled Zhao Yifu's palm as much as possible, and at the same time, the right palm slapped on Zhao Yifu's shoulder.

"Humph." With a cold hum, Zhao Yifu's arm shook gently, his internal energy exploded twice, and a roar directly flew Lin Jizhen back and forth.

"On this point, admit defeat earlier." Zhao Yifu was full of contempt.

Lin Ji was not irritated this time. Instead, he took a deep breath, calmed down, vigorously rushed inside, and the clouds filled in his palms. This mentality was not bad.

"Turn over the sky!"

The palms are shot, but it seems that the sky is surging, falling from the sky, already using a trick.

The way to pass the assessment is to tie Zhao Yifu with a small level higher than himself. As for how to tie it, it is up to Liu's mentor.

Lin Ji knew his disadvantages, so instead of delaying time, he broke out directly, struck out with the strongest strength, and strived to best beat Zhao Yifu. Even if he could not beat him, he also had to beat the other party to prevent backlash and gain an advantage.

However, in front of Zhao Yifu, who is experienced in battle, it has already been seen through.

With a cold smile, Zhao Yifu also exhibited martial arts.

Although Cultivation was suppressed at the peak of the eighth turn of the training environment, his martial arts accomplishment would not be affected much. The power of his shot was powerful, and the understatement contained terrible power. Such a heavy hand directly broke the Lin Ji. Of turning clouds.

One hand turned the palm of the cloud superbly, bringing up the turbulent clouds, a trace of tenacity, permeating all around, fluttering, wrapped Zhao Yifu all over him, as if to bind her, unable to move.

"Carving insects skills!" Zhao Yifu sneered disdainfully, bursting into strength, whirling around the body, violently and skillfully combining to break Lin Ji's offensive.

After trying his best, Lin Ji had no reservations, and even used a fierce play that changed from injury to injury. For a time, Zhao Yifu, who did not intend to shoot the knife and restricted Xiuwei, could not defeat him, and could only maintain a tie. .

But Lin Ji's explosion was very particular about the outbreak, destined not to last too long, and Zhao Yifu's mouth was very cheap, but his strength was undoubted, steady and steady, regardless of how Lin Ji broke out and desperately, never fell out of the wind.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen strokes passed, terrible strength hit in all directions, shocked, and ripped the ground into traces, hitting holes.

"roll!"

The continuous eruption, Lin Ji was exhausted a little, and the shot was also a slight meal, Zhao Yifu's palm seemed to penetrate the endless clouds, with terrible strength, printed on Lin Ji's chest, like a drumming roar, Lin Ji flew upside down, and blood was sprayed from his mouth.

Rolling on the ground for a few laps, Lin Ji stood up quickly with both hands and feet, exerted force on both feet, his inner strength exploded again, and his palms came out.

Another round of explosive play showed amazing perseverance and resilience, but he was beaten with a palm and vomited blood again, but Lin Ji was killed again after landing, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Okay." Instructor Liu suddenly said, Lin Ji paused, but the palm of Zhao Yifu's hand didn't stop. It was still printed on Lin Ji's chest. He fell to the ground again, spitting three mouthfuls of blood. Come.

Master Liu flashed his body and appeared beside Lin Ji like a ghost. He took out a pill and stuffed it into Lin Ji's mouth, and took another palm to help Lin Ji dissolve the Elixir. Lin Ji's pale face Gradually restore a little blood.

"Mr. Zhao, you are too heavy." Tutor Liu said unpleasantly, he had already spoken, Lin Ji also stopped, but Zhao Yifu still shot down.

"Can't take it." Zhao Yifu seemed to explain, but could not hear the slightest sincerity, but looked at Chen Zong, full of ridicule and contempt.

"Lin Ji, your strength is quite good, and you are qualified to be a disciple of Linshan Academy." Instructor Liu's eyes fell on Lin Ji's face and he said, "Xu Buji."

Despite the impulse, but the strength is not weak, dare to fight, and very persevering, very resilient, is a good seedling.

"Thank you mentor." Lin Ji was very excited, and Zhao Yifu frowned, but she also knew that this was the decision of mentor Liu, she had no right to interfere, but there was another, saying that the other party would not pass the assessment .

"Come on." Zhao Yifu pointed his finger at Chen Zong, with obvious contempt in the corner of his mouth.

Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, and he was not irritated at all, but he took steps to Zhao Yifu.

"Mr. Zhao, give you a quarter of an hour to recover your strength." Chen Zong said, not standing still in front of Zhao Yifu.

"Do you think how much energy can be used to clean up the waste material." Zhao Yifu said harshly.

"As a teacher, but hanging the word waste material in the corner of my mouth..." Chen Zong couldn't help but shook his head, a little worse for Zhao Yifu's senses.

Scolded by someone who looked down on him, Zhao Yifu's face couldn't be hung, and he was annoyed, and he shot it with a palm. It was still an understatement, and his inner energy was contained in it.

This palm seems to be a bit stronger than when playing against Lin Ji.

Everyone's eyes condensed, and Tutor Liu also fell on Chen Zong. This person's breath was stable, and I didn't know how to deal with it.

Chen Zong didn't shoot the sword, but shot a palm with his backhand. The gray inner strength condensed in the palm of his hand.

"Practice the early stage of the eight-turn!"

"It's so weak, I can beat myself down with one finger."

The two palms collided, bursting out of strength, turning into a gust of wind.

Chen Zong didn't move, but Zhao Yifu wobbled, unable to take a step back.

"what!"

"Ms. Zhao was repelled."

Dozens of disciples were stunned one by one.

You should know that when Chen Zong started, they felt that the other party’s cultivation practice was in the early stage of practicing Jingjing eighth turn. In their eyes, it was very weak, while Zhao Yifu’s cultivation practice was controlled in the middle of the training stage. Moreover, he practiced terrestrial-level best practice, and he also practiced to the fifth level, and was even repelled by the opponent.

Zhao Yifu also couldn't believe it. His eyes flashed with a hint of fineness, which seemed a little unexpected.

"Flower knife!"

With a low drink and full of murderous intent, after Zhao Yifu's right hand was rubbed on his lower back, the cold light burst out, the flowers were floating, the fragrance was full, the dazzling and charming eyes, the true and false were difficult to distinguish.

Among the blossoming flowers, a ray of cold awns twists and turns, the track is hard to find.

"Not good." Tutor Liu was shocked and was about to shoot, because this is Zhao Yifu's full play with the mid-term cultivation of the eight-turn practice of Jingjin. Even if the same cultivation is done, she will be killed by a knife.

He was planning to shoot at the time of Chen Zong's life-and-death crisis, and saw a sword light cut vertically, as if to divide the world in front of him into two. Nothing could resist anything, and hegemony was unparalleled.