Chapter 9 Defeat with 1 Sword

Several Linshan Academy disciples came from a distance, and when they passed by, they turned their heads to look over, and immediately seemed to find something, stopped, and looked curious.

"You guys, call more people over here." Zhao Yifu immediately waved his hand and said.

Her purpose is very simple, that is, to let more people see what it is like to these two over-the-top people who dare to challenge themselves.

Instructor Liu frowned slightly, a little displeased, but did not stop it.

Impulsive, we have to pay the corresponding price, but to lose face in front of everyone, it is a small price, sometimes the price of impulse is life.

Several disciples knew about Zhao Yifu, and when they heard her words, they immediately dispersed, looking for more people to come.

Before long, dozens of people gathered around.

"Okay, which one of you two will come first?" Zhao Yifu raised his head, with a hint of color in his cold eyes, swept across Chen Zong and Lin Ji's faces: "Or are you two together?"

"I see, this is the assessment of the special recruitment quota." A disciple who was watching said suddenly.

"Special recruitment quota, so it is."

"One of the two of them is at the late stage of Rank 8 of the Jingjing Realm, and the other can't tell, but they dare to challenge Teacher Zhao, and they are very courageous."

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

"There's a good show to watch now."

One by one, they responded with a schadenfreude attitude. After all, this is not their own business, nor is it the business of their brothers and friends.

"I'll come first." Lin Ji said coldly, strode out, facing Zhao Yifu, his inner strength surged, and the tyrannical aura permeated, and the wisps of clouds seemed to emerge from the body, surrounding him.

"Earth-level top-grade exercises, and I've still cultivated to the fifth level." Instructor Liu is superb in martial arts. He can see Lin Ji's ability at a glance, and he can't help but nod secretly. At such an age, he has cultivated to the peak of rank eight, which is compared with most people. It can be regarded as good, but compared with geniuses, it looks average, but it is very good to be able to cultivate the best earth-level exercises to the highest level: "Maybe there is a possibility of passing the test."

"Is this what you rely on? I'll let you know that in the face of absolute strength, it's useless to rely on anything." A strange look flashed in Zhao Yifu's eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The mean face is as disgusting as it is disgusting, I saw her hooking her fingers, full of contempt: "Come on."

Lin Ji was furious, his face flushed with blood, and he was extremely angry. He was desperate to make a move, his palms were like mountains and seas, and the palms were like a storm attacking.

Instructor Liu nodded secretly again. It was a high-grade martial arts at the prefecture level. It was very solid and powerful.

"Hey, I don't need to use a knife to deal with you." Zhao Yifu snorted coldly, controlling his cultivation to the peak of the eighth rank of the practice force, and slapped it with a backhand. The contrast between the mighty and powerful is very obvious, but the palm is glowing with light, which is the high compression of internal energy.

Chen Zong watched from not far away, and immediately saw that Zhao Yifu was much better than Lin Ji in the application of inner strength alone. This was experience, and it might be talent.

Talented people can do it more easily, otherwise it will take time to pile up.

Zhao Yifu's palm was like a high-temperature soldering iron, piercing the palm pressure brought by Lin Ji, and slapped Lin Ji fiercely, bringing terrifying pressure.

Lin Ji looked again, but the palm did not retract. Instead, the left hand also shot 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 and offset Zhao Yifu's palm force as much as possible. At the same time, the right palm patted Zhao Yifu's shoulder.

"Humph." With a cold hum, Zhao Yifu's arm shook lightly, his inner strength erupted a second time, and a roar sent Lin Ji flying backwards.

"That's all, let's admit defeat early." Zhao Yifu was full of contempt.

This time, Lin Ji was not provoked. Instead, he took a deep breath, calmed down, his inner strength surged, and clouds filled his palms. This mentality was not bad.

"Overturning the sky!"

The two palms were shot, but it seemed like the sky was surging, falling from the sky, already using a unique trick.

The way to pass the assessment is to draw a tie with Zhao Yifu, who used a small level of cultivation higher than his own. As for how to tie, it is up to Instructor Liu to judge.

Lin Ji knew his weaknesses, so he didn't plan to delay time, but instead broke out directly, attacked with the strongest strength, and strived to defeat Zhao Yifu as best as possible.

However, in front of Zhao Yifu, who has rich combat experience, this has already been seen through.

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

Although the cultivation base is suppressed at the peak of the eighth rank of the practice force, the martial arts attainments will not be affected much. The power of the shot is tyrannical, and it is an understatement, but it contains terrifying power. This kind of heavy hand directly breaks Lin Ji The cloud-turning palm method.

A superb cloud-turning palm in one hand, with a turbulent cloud and mist, a trace of tenacity, permeates the surrounding, fluttering, wrapping Zhao Yifu's body, as if to tie her, unable to move.

"Small tricks of eagles!" Zhao Yifu sneered disdainfully, bursting out with strength, circling around his body, breaking through Lin Ji's attack with a combination of violence and skill.

With all his strength, Lin Ji was unreserved, and even used a vicious style of swapping injuries. For a time, Zhao Yifu, who did not plan to use the sword and restricted his cultivation, could not defeat him, and could only maintain a tie. .

However, Lin Ji's blow-up is very particular about explosiveness, and it is destined to not last for too long. Although Zhao Yifu's mouth is very cheap, his strength is unquestionable.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen strokes passed, and the terrifying energy slammed into all directions, shaking endlessly, tearing the ground with traces and hitting holes one by one.

"roll!"

The continuous bursts, Lin Ji was slightly exhausted, and the shot was also slightly paused, Zhao Yifu's palm seemed to penetrate the endless clouds, with terrifying strength, fiercely imprinted on Lin Ji's chest, like a drum roaring, Lin Ji flew out backwards, blood spraying from his mouth.

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

It was another round of explosive play, showing amazing perseverance and tenacity, but he was still sent flying by a palm, and he vomited blood again, but after landing, Lin Ji attacked again, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Okay." Instructor Liu said suddenly, Lin Ji was stunned, but Zhao Yifu's palm didn't stop, it was still imprinted on Lin Ji's chest, flew upside down again, vomited three mouthfuls of blood, and couldn't get up for a while. Come.

Instructor Liu's figure flashed and appeared beside Lin Ji like a ghost. He took out a pill and stuffed it into Lin Ji's mouth. He slapped another palm to help Lin Ji dissolve and absorb the pill. Lin Ji's pale face Gradually recover a little blood.

"Mr. Zhao, you're hitting too hard." Instructor Liu said displeasedly, he had already spoken, Lin Ji also stopped, but Zhao Yifu still shot down.

"I can't hold it back." Zhao Yifu seemed to explain, but he couldn't hear the slightest sincerity, but his eyes looked at Chen Zong, full of jokes 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 slowly.

Although he is a little impulsive, he is not weak, dares to fight, and has perseverance and tenacity. He is considered a good seedling.

"Thank you tutor." Lin Ji was excited, while Zhao Yifu frowned, but she also knew that this was tutor Liu's decision, and she had no right to interfere. .

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

Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't look provoked at all, but he took a step towards Zhao Yifu.

"Mr. Zhao, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to restore your strength." Chen Zong said slowly, standing in front of Zhao Yifu.

"Do you think cleaning up that waste material will make me consume a lot of power." Zhao Yifu said meanly.

"As a teacher, you put the word "waste" on the corner of your mouth..." Chen Zong couldn't help shaking his head, his sense of Zhao Yifu was even worse.

Being reprimanded by someone who looked down on her, Zhao Yifu couldn't hold back her face, turned into anger from shame, and slapped it with a palm, still an understatement, with her inner strength contained within it.

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

Everyone's eyes were concentrated, and Instructor Liu also fell on Chen Zong. This man had a steady breath and didn't know how to deal with it.

Chen Zong didn't use his sword, but slapped a palm with his backhand. The gray-white inner strength was condensed in the palm of his hand, with a little bit of starlight, and there was a hint of sharpness in the majestic and domineering.

"Early stage of the eighth rank of the power level!"

"It's so weak, I can knock it down with one finger."

The palms collided, and the energy burst out, turning into a gust of wind.

Chen Zong didn't move at all, but Zhao Yifu swayed and couldn't stop taking a step back.

"what!"

"Mr. Zhao was actually repelled."

Dozens of disciples were stunned one by one.

You must know that when Chen Zong started, they felt that the other party's cultivation was in the early stage of the eighth rank of the practice, and in their eyes, it was very weak, while Zhao Yifu's cultivation was controlled in the middle of the eighth rank of the power. And what he practiced was the top-grade exercise method at the earth level, and he even practiced to the fifth level, but he was actually repelled by the opponent's palm.

Zhao Yifu was also full of disbelief, and there was a glint of brilliance in Instructor Liu's eyes, which seemed a little surprised.

"Falling knife!"

With a low voice, full of killing intent, Zhao Yifu wiped his right hand on the lower back, and the cold light burst out, with falling flowers floating in the air, the fragrance permeated, dazzling and charming eyes, it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Among the blossoming flowers, a ray of cold light jumped in twists and turns, and the trajectory was hard to find.

"It's not good." Instructor Liu was startled and was about to shoot, because this knife was made full use of Zhao Yifu's mid-level rank eight cultivation level, and even if the same cultivation level, she would be instantly killed by her.

Just as he was about to take action at the time of Chen Zong's life-and-death crisis, a sword light slashed vertically, as if the world in front of him was divided into two. Nothing could resist anything, and he was unparalleled.