Taoist Master of Fantasy World

Chapter 91

Zhao Jingting looked around and said, "Have you completed the six martial arts assessments first?"

He is seeking the opinions of four teachers.

Xin Danxuan said with a smile: "It's all up to you."

Zhao Jingting's "asking for opinions" was just a formality. After Xin Danxuan expressed his stance, he stopped asking Ji Xiaohua and others for their opinions. He glanced to the left and said, "Come down."

No names were mentioned.

But Li Yichun, who was sitting at the last seat on the left, naturally knew that he was referring to him. He immediately jumped down and stood in the middle of the six seats on the left and right, with a calm demeanor and a calm posture.

Although he ranks low among the twelve direct descendants this year, he is still one of the best.

Li Yichun glanced out of the corner of his eye and didn't seem to find the "tool man" responsible for the assessment?
Li Yichun originally guessed that it was either due to sparring between disciples, or the teacher personally conducting the assessment, or borrowing a strange object like a puppet.

But now it seems that I haven't guessed it right.

A hint of a joking smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Jingting's mouth, he bent his right arm and lightly hooked his little finger.

Li Yichun's body stiffened, he leaned over suddenly, held his abdomen with both hands, and vomited!

The "white doll" that was swallowed two days ago was vomited out again.

But instead of returning to his original appearance, he grew to be as tall as a person in the wind, and his facial features became much clearer; he was clearly a replica of Li Yichun.

Zhao Jingting said leisurely: "It is your opponent."

"All his basic qualities are exactly the same as yours. In terms of mastering the 'Yin', it is in a situation where it has been 'Huncheng' and is only one step away from 'Cunxin'."

"If you master the 'Cunxin', you can easily win; if you can't, you will definitely lose."

As for mastering the front seal "Huncheng", there is no need for assessment for the first-class direct descendants!
Li Yichun has a steady personality, and wrinkles appear on his brows at this moment, which seems to be surprise, but also seems to be indescribable emotions.

After practicing hard for the past two days, Li Yichun felt that the "phantom in front of him" and the feeling of "both subject and object" were very helpful to improve his perception.

But now this thing has really turned into an external entity, and it is also my opponent... It's really mysterious!

Zhao Jingting said: "What are you waiting for? This place is spacious enough. Let's get started."

Li Yichun stopped thinking, immediately looked solemn, and came to the center of the scroll with the "mirror image".

Stand facing each other and remain still for three seconds.

Eject, attack!
Extreme stillness becomes extremely dynamic.

Xu Zhenyun, who was watching the battle, had a flash of joy in his eyes.

During the battle with Fairyu, Xu Zhenyun had already sensed that the actual combat system of "martial arts" was very different from what he had imagined; elite-level martial arts geniuses were definitely not "large-scale physical practitioners."

But I was in the middle of the game at the time, and there was no video record, so this perception was not specific enough.

Now as a bystander, it is obvious.

The metaphor of "Metal Slug" is still too heavy.

In fact, from the perspective of onlookers, the "elasticity" of Li Yichun's body is visible to the naked eye!

It has the regularity of a hundred alchemical irons without losing its flexibility.

The fast impact picture is pleasing to the eye.

It is fast, concise and elegant, but at first glance it has an obvious "extraordinary" temperament, which is not like ordinary people's means.

Super Rubber Man?
No, a mixture of "alloy" and "rubber"?
Li Yichun and his "mirror image" struggled together. The two sides exchanged punches and kicks. They struck dozens of times in an instant, but it was difficult to tell the winner.

Suddenly, Li Yichun punched out.

After being avoided by the "mirror image", he did not slow down and rushed dozens of feet away, almost reaching the edge of the "picture scroll", then turned around suddenly and prepared a strike!
"Mirror Image" puts his fists into a well and blocks.

The fists and arms intersect, and a little bit of concussive force overflows, spreading out like water waves and gradually spreading.

Both "Li Yichun" were slightly deformed. From the collision point to both feet, there was an obvious depression in the formation under the feet.

Xu Zhenyun secretly thought it was a pity.

Li Yichun's attack was aimed at "Cun Xin", but failed.

Li Yichun was not discouraged and continued to glide by, rushing to the other end of the formation. He turned around again, preparing for an attack, just like a classical military commander's horse duel.

But for three consecutive rounds, although the "mirror image" shook more and more, the outcome was still undecided.

Li Yichun looked solemn.

Although Zhao Yuting did not explain it, he himself felt it through actual combat:
With the physical strength of a ninth-grade monk, even playing tens of thousands of rounds with ordinary fighting methods would not necessarily deplete much physical strength.

But it is another thing to rush to achieve "cunxin". Every attack must be determined to "transcend oneself and achieve perfection."

The number of such attempts to climb the ultimate goal must be limited - he has at most ten chances!
After ten times, his understanding of the "seal" failed.

In the "old-style assessment" of the first-class disciples in the past, the proportion of losers would not exceed one-quarter; not to mention that this year the method has been improved, allowing me to get two days of "playing" in advance.

Failure is unjustifiable!
It took three more rounds.

By the seventh blow, Li Yichun's punch was a little softer on the "mirror image"'s arms; it seemed that the strength was not as strong as before.

Xu Zhenyun's eyes lit up.

It was clearly seen that this soft blow was surprisingly powerful, and it immediately launched the "mirror image" more than a hundred feet high into the sky, and seemed to hit the top of the barrier.

Li Yichun suddenly sat down on the ground, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping down his forehead.

But before he could wipe it, his eyes were filled with joy!
Zhao Jingting nodded slightly and said: "It will be completed in the seventh blow."

Wei Xinghe crossed his arms over his chest and said seriously: "You have worked too hard these past two days. If you cut off half of the time, you can hope to complete it before five strikes."

Li Yichun was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little bit agitated by Wei Xinghe, his joy dissipated by a third, and he silently returned to his seat.Immediately afterwards, Ke Yuankai and Su Chengen took action one after another.The results are respectively five hits and four hits to achieve "Cun Xin".

In fact, they were about the same strength as Li Yichun. They just absorbed Li Yichun's experience and directly used the battle formation impact method as soon as they came up. At the same time, their mentality was more stable.

Zhao Yuting's eyebrows narrowed slightly, as if he was not very satisfied with the result.

The fourth person to leave the table was Lu Shuwen.

After frowning and spitting out the "white foreign matter", he lightly dusted his sleeves.

When entering the field, Lu Shuwen walked very slowly, with a careless smile, as if he was pretending to be relaxed before the battle.

But after standing on the edge of the "Picture Scroll", his temperament suddenly changed.

Wearing a scholar's robe, there is no wind, and the clothes are flying.

In an instant, he turned into an afterimage and jumped out.

There is a seamless connection from "standing at the predetermined position" to "officially taking action", and there is no process of coordinating the physical and psychological construction; it seems that infinite energy has been accumulated secretly, and the mind is light and easy.

This punch was not a direct punch, but a high jump and a slash in the air!
The mirror image "Lu Shuwen" is as motionless as a mountain, with arms raised to resist!

With the force of the fists, "Mirror Image" knelt down on his right knee; the "Picture Scroll" under his knee was dented by at least three inches.

Lu Shuwen's calm face burst into surprise.

But this "surprise" was taken back instantly.

It seemed like one strike would determine the outcome, but if this condescending strike was from "Cun Xin", "Mirror Image" should be completely paralyzed on the ground.

Not far!
Amidst the lightning and flint, Lu Shuwen looked back in his mind.

The moment he was about to deliver his blow, it was still in perfect condition.

But the moment it actually hits the target, it still spreads from an absolute "point" to the size of a mung bean, no longer a perfect "inch".

It's barely half a step to "inch heart".

Lu Shuwen shouted loudly, his eyes protruding!

The left arm, which was originally playing a balancing role in the air, suddenly changed into a fist-pumping posture. His muscles bulged three inches, and he smashed down hard!
At this time, "Mirror Image" was knocked out of combat by the previous blow of "Half Step Cunxin", and this punch quickly hit its chest and abdomen.

With a crisp "bang" sound, the "mirror image" dispersed up and down and broke into two pieces.

Whether it is attack, defense, or endurance, the "mirror image" is exactly the same as the person.

This was actually the result of a blow falling on Lu Shuwen himself who was defenseless.

The second strike: "Cunxin".

Lu Shuwen flew up with a kick and kicked half of the "mirror image" beside him away, giving him a heavy kick.

After thumping his chest three times, Lu Shuwen laughed loudly and said, "After all, I still didn't do it!"

Smiling and laughing, two lines of tears flowed down.

Then he raised his head, looked at Xu Zhenyun and Xiang Tian and asked, "It's a pity that I still haven't been able to catch up with you in the end."

Xu Zhenyun didn't need to say more; between words, Lu Shuwen seemed to have acquiesced that Xiang Tianwen could also "strike an inch of the heart".

Xu Zhenyun was startled.

At the moment when Lu Shuwen was beating his chest and stamping his feet, Xu Zhenyun actually did not empathize with him, and even thought that Fang Wen was suffering from a mental illness and was engaging in performance art.

But looking back at all the details of Lu Shuwen's attack, every step and every moment, Xu Zhenyun suddenly realized that Lu Shuwen was actually the one who was most prepared.

Although he did not practice so hard that he was mentally exhausted and his eyes were black like Li Yichun and Su Chengen; his preparations were more accurate, reasonable and attentive.

After making eye contact, although he was speechless, Xu Zhenyun instantly understood the other person's intention.

Lu Shuwen may seem to have a bookish temperament, but he actually has a very high self-esteem and does not think that he is necessarily inferior to Xu Zhenyun and Xiang Tianwen, the two martial arts practitioners in "Group A".

So he held his breath and wanted to achieve "one shot at the heart" and keep pace with Xu and Xiang.

But in the end it was still one step away.

Xu Zhenyun's "One Strike to the Heart" had already been completed in actual combat, and he had not invested any energy in this matter in the past two days.

Although Xu Zhenyun thought that most people would take these two days of "playing" extremely seriously.

But I still underestimated how "serious" they were.

Now that I think about it, in addition to their homework during the day, they may not be using that tool to improve themselves once they calm down...

Two nights without sleep should be the norm.

Therefore, before Lu Shuwen completely released his emotions, he did not enter the other person's state of mind at all...

In the past, Xu Zhenyun only felt that "lonely as snow" and "cold at high places" were just idle moans; but now he feels a little pity.

Look up.

Ji Xiaohua was careless; Su Yuhan drank numbly.Xin Danxuan and Wei Xinghe laughed and talked.

Zhao Yuting and the two "uninvited guests" behind him also looked calm, without showing a single ripple.

It seems to have become commonplace.

Zhao Jingting glanced at Xiang Tianwen and said calmly: "It's your turn."

Xiang Tianwen jumped down from his seat, raised his head and said with disdain: "I won't fight with the scarecrow!"

(End of this chapter)