Vol 8 Chapter 9: 1 sword defeat

Several disciples from Linshanyuan came from a distance. When they passed by, they turned around and looked at each other. They seemed to find something immediately, stopped, and looked curious.
"Some of you, call some more people." Zhao Yifu immediately waved his hand and said.
Her purpose is simple, that is, to let more people come to see what these two brave people who dare to challenge themselves look like.
Teacher Liu frowned slightly, unhappy, but did not stop.
Impulse has to pay the corresponding price, but it is a small price to lose face in front of everyone, and sometimes the price paid by impulses is life.
Several disciples knew about Zhao Yifu, and when she heard her, they dispersed and sought more people.
Not long after, dozens of people gathered around.
"Well, who's the two of you come first?" Zhao Yifu raised his head, with a touch of coldness in his cold eyes, and glanced across Chen Zong and Lin Ji's face: "Or are you two together?"
"I see. This is the assessment of the special recruitment quota." A disciple watching it said suddenly.
"Special offer, this is the case."
"The two of them were trained in the eighth turn of the training period. One of them couldn't see it, but they dared to challenge Teacher Zhao. They were very brave."
"Yes, Mr. Zhao's strength is among the many teachers, but he can be in the top ten."
"There was a good show right now."
One after another reported sorrow and gloat. After all, this is not your own business, nor is it your own brother and friend's business. It has nothing to do with yourself, and you should look at the excitement and talk about it.
"I'm coming first." Lin Ji said coldly, striding out, facing Zhao Yifu, his body was rushing inwardly, and his arrogant breath spread out. The clouds seemed to flow out of his body and surround him.
"The prefecture-level best practice method is still practiced to the fifth level." Teacher Liu is superb in his martial arts. At first glance, he can see Lin Ji's ability. He can't help nodding secretly. At this age, he has practiced to reach the peak of strength and strength, compared with most people It is not bad, but it looks average in comparison with genius, but it can practice the highest-level best practice skills at the highest level. It is very good: "Maybe it may pass the assessment."
"Is this your reliance? I will let you know that in the face of absolute strength, no reliance is of any use." Zhao Yifu's eyes flashed a strange color, and a moment of hang hanged at the corner of his mouth. I hate it as much as I can, and when she saw her fingers, she scorned, "Come on."
Lin Ji blew his hair, his face flushed with blood, his anger was extremely extreme, and he disregarded all his shots. His palms lined up like mountains and rivers. His palm pressure was like a storm invading and whistling.
Instructor Liu nodded secretly. It was a prefecture-level martial arts. It was solid and powerful.
"Huh, to deal with you, you don't need to make a knife." Zhao Yifu snorted coldly, controlling Xiu to control the peak of the strength of the eight-turn exercise, took a backhand shot, understatement, without the slightest fireworks, and Lin Ji's The vast momentum contrast is very obvious, but the palm is glowing with fluorescence, which is the high compression of the inner strength.
Chen Zong looked not far away, and suddenly saw that Zhao Yifu was going to outperform Lin Ji many times in the application of inner strength alone. This was experience or talent.
Talented people can do it more easily, otherwise they will pile up time.
Zhao Yifu's palm seemed to be a high-temperature soldering iron, penetrated the palm pressure brought by Lin Ji, and patted Lin Ji fiercely, bringing extreme pressure.
Lin Ji looked again, but the palm was not retracted, but the left hand was also taken out. This palm was different. The palm was covered with a layer of cloud-white mist. It was inner strength, like clouds, and silk.
The left palm came first and collided with Zhao Yifu's palm. The soft strength absorbed Zhao Yifu's palm force as much as possible, and at the same time, the right palm patted Zhao Yifu's shoulder.
"Huh." A cold hum, Zhao Yifu's arm lightly trembled, and the inner strength broke out twice, a roar, directly sending Lin Jizhenfei back and forth.
"On this matter, let it go sooner." Zhao Yifu was full of contempt.
Lin Ji was not angered this time. Instead, he took a deep breath, calmed down, rushed inwardly, and filled the clouds in his palms. This mentality was not bad.
"Changing the sky!"
Taking photos with both palms, it seems like the sky is surging and falling from the sky.
The way to pass the assessment is to draw a tie with Zhao Yifu who uses a little higher level than himself. As for how to tie, it is up to Teacher Liu to judge.
Knowing his disadvantages, Lin Ji did not intend to delay time, but instead broke out directly, attacking with the strongest strength, and striving for the best to defeat Zhao Yifu. Even if he couldn't defeat, he had to beat the other side to catch back and gain an advantage.
However, this was already seen through in front of Zhao Yifu, who was experienced in battle.
With a cold smile, Zhao Yifu also exhibited martial arts.
Although Xiu Wei was suppressed at the peak of eight strengths of practice, his martial arts accomplishments would not be affected much. The power of his shots was overbearing, and the understatement contained terrible power. Such heavy hands directly broke Lin Ji Turning clouds and palms.
One hand turned the palm of the cloud exquisitely, bringing the clouds and turbulence, a trace of tenacity, permeating all around, and covering Zhao Yifu all around, as if to restrain her, unable to move.
"Carving insect tricks!" Zhao Yifu sneered, violently erupting, turning around, violent and clever combination, to break Lin Ji's offensive.
After doing his best, Lin Ji had no reservations, and even used a fierce play for injury. For a time, Zhao Yifu, who did not plan to shoot and restricted Xiu Wei, could not defeat him, and could only maintain a tie. .
However, Lin Ji's explosion was very particular about the outbreak, and it was destined not to last too long. Although Zhao Yifu's mouth was very cheap, his strength was unquestionable. He continued to fight steadily, no matter how Lin Ji broke out and tried desperately, he never fell behind.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen strokes passed, and the terrible energy hit in all directions, trembling endlessly, tearing the ground out of traces and hitting holes.
"roll!"
Consecutive outbreaks, when Lin Ji was exhausted slightly, and his shot was slightly stunned, Zhao Yifu's palm seemed to penetrate endless clouds, with terrible strength, stamped fiercely on Lin Ji's chest. Ji flew upside down, blood sprayed from his mouth.
Rolling a few laps on the ground, Lin Ji quickly got up with both hands and feet, exerted his strength on both feet, the inner strength broke out again, and his palms shot out.
It was another round of explosive play, showing amazing perseverance and toughness, but was still blown away with one palm and vomiting blood again, but Lin Ji killed again after landing, and everyone was stunned.
"Okay." Teacher Liu suddenly said, Lin Ji paused, Zhao Yifu took a slap without stopping, still printed on Lin Ji's chest, flew down again, vomiting three blood, and couldn't get up in a while. Come.
Teacher Liu flashed in shape, appeared next to Lin Ji like a ghost, took out a pill of Dan and stuffed it into Lin Ji's mouth, and patted another hand to help Lin Ji dissolve and absorb the medicine, and Lin Ji's pale face Gradually recovered a little blood.
"Mr. Zhao, your start is too heavy." Teacher Liu displeased. He has already spoken, Lin Ji also stopped, but Zhao Yifu shot down with one palm.
"Can't stop it." Zhao Yifu seemed to explain, but could not hear the slightest sincerity, but his gaze was toward Chen Zong, full of teasing and contempt.
"Lin Ji, your strength is not bad, and you are qualified to be a disciple of Linshan Academy." Teacher Liu looked down on Lin Ji's face, and said, without Xu Buji.
Although impulsive, the strength is not weak, dare to fight, and has perseverance and resilience, which is a good seed.
"Thank you, mentor." Lin Ji was 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 nothing would let the other party pass the assessment. .
"Come on." Zhao Yifu drew his fingers at Chen Zong, with obvious contempt in the corner of his mouth.
Chen Zong's face remained unchanged, without being irritated at all, but he stepped forward towards Zhao Yifu.
"Mister Zhao, give you a quarter of an hour to restore your strength," said Chen Zongbu, Xu Buji, and stood in front of Zhao Yifu.
"How much energy do you think it would take me to clean up that waste material?" Zhao Yifu said harshly.
"As a teacher, I hang the word waste on the corner of my mouth ..." Chen Zong couldn't help shaking his head, a bit worse for Zhao Yifu's senses.
Being scolded by a person who looked down, Zhao Yifu couldn't hang up on his face, and became frustrated. He shot it with a palm, still understated and restrained.
This palm seems a little stronger than when playing against Lin Ji.
The eyes of everyone gathered, 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 did not issue a sword, but shot a palm with his backhand. The gray-white inner strength condensed in the palm of his hand, a little bit starburst, with a hint of sharpness in his grandeur.
"In the beginning of the eighth round of exercise!"
"So weak, I can lay down with one finger."
Both palms collided, and the energy burst out, turning into a gust of wind.
Chen Zongwen remained motionless, but Zhao Yifu was shaking, and couldn't help taking a step back.
"what!"
"Ms. Zhao was repelled."
Dozens of disciples were stunned one by one ~ EbookFREE.me ~ You know, when Chen Zong started, they felt that each other ’s cultivation was the beginning of the eighth round of strength training. In their eyes, they were weak, and Zhao Yifu ’s cultivation was controlled in the middle of the eighth rotation of his strength, and he practiced the prestige skills at the prefecture level. He also practiced to the fifth level and was repelled by the opponent's palm.
Zhao Yifu was also incredulous, and there seemed to be some surprises in Liu's eyes.
"Flower knife!"
With a low drink and full of murderous intentions, after Zhao Yifu wiped his right hand on his lower back, cold light burst, falling flowers fluttering, the fragrance was diffuse, dazzling and charming, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false.
In the blossoming flowers, a ray of cold mang jumps and turns, and the trajectory is hard to find.
"Not good." Teacher Liu was shocked and was about to make a shot, because this sword was Zhao Yifu's full-time use of the eighth-round mid-term practice. Even if it was the same practice, she would be killed instantly.
At the time of Chen Zong's life and death crisis, a stroke of Jianguang was cut down vertically, as if the world in front of him was divided into two. Nothing can resist the slightest and domineering.