Several disciples of Linshanyuan came from a distance, and when they passed by, they all turned their heads to look over, and then they seemed to notice something, and stopped, with a curious look on their faces.
"You guys, call more people over." Zhao Yifu waved her hand immediately and said.
Her purpose is very simple, that is to let more people see what the fate of these two overwhelmed people who dare to challenge themselves will be like.
Teacher Liu frowned slightly, a little displeased, but he didn't stop him.
To be impulsive, one has to pay a corresponding price, but it is a small price to lose face in front of everyone, and sometimes the price to be paid for impulsiveness is life.
Several disciples knew Zhao Yifu, and when they heard her words, they immediately dispersed to find more people to come.
Not long after, dozens of people gathered around.
"Okay, which of you two will come first?" Zhao Yifu raised her head, her cold gaze swept across Chen Zong and Lin Ji's faces, "Or you two together?"
"I see, this is the assessment of the number of special recruits." A disciple watching suddenly realized.
"The number of special recruits, that's how it is."
"One of them is in the late stage of the eighth rank of Jin Jing, and the other can't see it, but they dare to challenge Teacher Zhao, they are very courageous."
"Yes, Teacher Zhao's strength is among many teachers, but he can be ranked in the top ten."
"Now there is a good show to watch."
One by one gloats, after all, this is not their own business, nor their brothers and friends' business.
"I'll come first." Lin Ji said coldly, striding forward, facing Zhao Yifu, his inner strength surged, and a tyrannical aura permeated, and wisps of cloud and mist seemed to burst out of his body, surrounding him.
"Earth-level best kung fu, and it has been cultivated to the fifth level." Instructor Liu is superb in martial arts, and he can see Lin Ji's ability at a glance, and he can't help nodding secretly. At this age, he has cultivated to the peak of the eighth rank of the strength, compared with most people It's not bad, but compared to a genius, it looks mediocre, but it's pretty good to be able to cultivate the top level of the earth-level kung fu to the highest level: "Maybe there is a possibility of passing the examination."
"Is this your reliance? I will let you know that in the face of absolute strength, no reliance is useless." A strange color flashed in Zhao Yifu's eyes, and then a trace of sarcasm hung on the corner of his mouth. I hate it as much as I hate it, I saw her ticking her fingers, full of contempt: "Come on."
Lin Ji's hair exploded, his face was flushed with blood, and he was so angry that he recklessly struck out. His palms were like overwhelming mountains and seas. The pressure of his palms was like a storm.
Instructor Liu nodded secretly again, it is a ground-level high-grade martial arts, very solid and powerful.
"Hmph, I don't need to use a knife to deal with you." Zhao Yifu snorted coldly, controlled her cultivation at the peak of the eighth turn of the training state, and slapped her palm with a backhand. The contrast between the mighty power and momentum is very obvious, but the palm is glowing with a little bit of light, which means that the inner strength is highly compressed.
Chen Zong watched from not far away, and immediately saw that Zhao Yifu was much better than Lin Ji in the application of internal strength alone. This was experience, and it might be talent.
Talented people can do it more easily, otherwise it will take time to accumulate.
Zhao Yifu's palm was like a high-temperature soldering iron, piercing through Lin Ji's palm pressure, and slapped Lin Ji hard, bringing terrible pressure.
Lin Ji's expression changed, but he didn't take back that palm, but followed him with his left hand. This palm was different, the palm was covered with a layer of cloud-white mist, which was inner strength, like a cloud, and like a silk circle.
The left palm came back first, and collided with Zhao Yifu's palm. The gentle force absorbed and offset Zhao Yifu's palm force as much as possible. At the same time, the right palm patted Zhao Yifu's shoulder.
"Hmph." With a cold snort, Zhao Yifu shook her arm lightly, and her inner strength erupted for the second time, and with a loud roar, Lin Ji was directly sent flying backwards again and again.
"With this little skill, let's admit defeat early." Zhao Yifu was full of contempt.
Lin Ji was not provoked this time, instead he took a deep breath, calmed down, his inner strength surged, and the clouds and mist filled his palms. This attitude is not bad.
"Turn the clouds and hang down the sky!"
Slapping out with both palms, it seemed that the clouds were churning, falling from the sky, and the trick had already been used.
The way to pass the assessment is to draw a tie with Zhao Yifu, who used a cultivation level a little higher than her own. As for how to draw, it is up to Teacher Liu to judge.
Lin Ji knew his own disadvantage, so he didn't intend to procrastinate, instead he broke out directly and attacked with the strongest strength, trying to defeat Zhao Yifu as best as possible.
However, this has already been seen through by the experienced Zhao Yifu.
With a cold smile, Zhao Yifu also displayed her martial arts.
Although the cultivation base is suppressed at the peak of Rank 8, the martial arts attainments will not be affected much. The power of the shot is powerful, but understatement, it contains terrible power. This kind of heavy hand can directly break Lin Ji. The cloud-turning palm technique.
With one hand's superb cloud-turning palm, the clouds and mist were surging, with traces of extreme tenacity, permeating around, fluttering, wrapping Zhao Yifu's whole body, as if to restrain her, making her unable to move.
"Small tricks!" Zhao Yifu sneered disdainfully, bursting out with strength, spinning around her body, and smashing Lin Ji's attack with a combination of violence and ingenuity.
Trying his best, Lin Ji did not hold back, and even resorted to a vicious style of trading wounds for wounds. For a while, Zhao Yifu, who did not intend to use a sword and had limited cultivation, was unable to defeat him, and could only maintain a tie .
However, Lin Ji's bombing is very particular about explosiveness, and it is destined not to last for too long. Although Zhao Yifu has a cheap mouth, her strength is unquestionable, and she fights steadily. No matter how explosive Lin Ji is, she will never be at a disadvantage.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves passed, and the terrifying energy impacted in all directions, shaking endlessly, tearing the ground into traces and hitting holes one by one.
"roll!"
After continuous explosions, Lin Ji was a little exhausted, and when he paused for a while, Zhao Yifu's palm seemed to penetrate endless clouds, and with terrifying force, it was firmly imprinted on Lin Ji's chest, like the roar of a drum. Ji flew upside down, blood spraying from his mouth.
Rolling around on the ground a few times, Lin Ji stood up quickly with both hands and feet, exerted strength with both feet, and his inner strength broke out again, and his palms bombarded out.
It was another round of explosive play, showing amazing perseverance and tenacity, but he was still hit by a palm and vomited blood again. However, Lin Ji killed him again after landing, and everyone was dumbfounded.
"Okay." Teacher Liu said suddenly, Lin Ji paused, but Zhao Yifu's slap did not stop, it was still imprinted on Lin Ji's chest, and flew upside down again, vomiting three mouthfuls of blood, unable to get up for a while Come.
Teacher Liu's figure flashed, and he appeared beside Lin Ji like a ghost, took out a pill and stuffed it into Lin Ji's mouth, and slapped another palm to help Lin Ji dissolve and absorb the pill. Gradually regain a little color.
"Teacher Zhao, you strike too hard." Teacher Liu said displeased, he had already opened his mouth, Lin Ji also stopped, but Zhao Yifu still shot down with one palm.
"I can't hold back." Zhao Yifu seemed to explain, but she couldn't hear the slightest sincerity, but looked at Chen Zong, full of teasing and contempt.
"Lin Ji, your strength is pretty 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 calmly.
Although impulsive, but the strength is not weak, daring to fight, and very persistent, very resilient, considered a good seedling.
"Thank you, Mentor." Lin Ji was very excited, while Zhao Yifu frowned, but she also knew that this was Mentor Liu's decision, and she had no right to interfere. However, there was another one, that no matter what she said, she would not let the other party pass the examination. .
"Come on." Zhao Yifu hooked her fingers at Chen Zong, with obvious contempt on the corner of her mouth.
Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't appear to be irritated at all, but he took steps towards Zhao Yifu.
"Teacher Zhao, I will give you fifteen minutes to recover your strength." Chen Zong said calmly, standing still in front of Zhao Yifu.
"How much energy do you think cleaning up that waste will consume me?" Zhao Yifu said meanly.
"As a teacher, yet he puts the word trash on the corner of his mouth..." Chen Zong couldn't help shaking his head, his sense of Zhao Yifu was even worse.
Being reprimanded by someone who looked down upon her, Zhao Yifu couldn't hold back her face, turned into anger from embarrassment, and slapped her with a palm, still in an understatement, with her inner strength restrained.
This palm seems to be a bit stronger than when he was fighting Lin Ji.
Everyone's eyes were concentrated, and Teacher Liu also fell on Chen Zong. This person's breath was stable, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
Chen Zong didn't draw out his sword, but slapped his palm with his backhand. The gray-white inner strength was condensed in the palm of his hand, with a little bit of starlight, which was majestic and domineering with a hint of sharpness.
"Practice Jinjing rank eight early stage!"
"It's so weak, I can knock it down with one finger."
The palms collided, and the energy burst out, turning into gusts of wind.
Chen Zong didn't move at all, but Zhao Yifu swayed and couldn't help taking a step back.
"What!"
"Teacher Zhao was actually repulsed."
Dozens of disciples were stunned one by one.
You know, when Chen Zong started, they felt that the other party's cultivation base was at the early stage of the eighth rank of the strength training, and in their eyes, it was very weak, while Zhao Yifu's cultivation was controlled at the middle of the eighth rank of the strength training, What's more, what he was practicing was the top-grade kung fu at the earth level, and he had cultivated to the fifth level, but he was knocked back by the opponent's palm.
Zhao Yifu was also full of disbelief, and a gleam flashed in Teacher Liu's eyes, as if he was a little surprised.
"Falling Blossom Knife!"
With a low shout, full of murderous intent, after Zhao Yifu wiped her right hand on her back, a cold light burst out, with falling flowers fluttering, the fragrance pervading, dazzling and charming, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
Among the falling flowers, a ray of cold light zigzags and jumps, its trajectory is hard to find.
"Not good." Instructor Liu was startled, and was about to make a move, because Zhao Yifu used her full strength in the mid-stage of the eighth rank of Jinjing to use this knife, and even with the same level of cultivation, she would be instantly killed by her.
Just as he was about to make a move at the moment of Chen Zong's life-and-death crisis, a flash of sword light slashed down vertically, as if dividing the world in front of him into two, and nothing could resist it, it was unparalleled.
(end of this chapter)