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Chapter 9 Defeated by a Sword

Several Linshan Academy disciples came from a distance. When they passed by, they all turned their heads and looked over. Then they seemed to have discovered something and stopped, with curious expressions on their faces.

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

Her purpose is simple, that is, to let more people see what happens to these two people who dare to challenge themselves and overestimate their capabilities.

Instructor Liu frowned slightly, a little unhappy, but did not stop him.

Being impulsive has to pay a corresponding price, but being embarrassed in front of everyone is a small price. Sometimes the price paid for impulsiveness is life.

Several disciples knew Zhao Yifu, and when they heard her words, they immediately scattered and looked for more people to come.

Soon, dozens of people gathered around.

"Okay, which one of you two comes first?" Zhao Yifu raised her head, with a hint of amusement in her cold eyes, and glanced at Chen Zong and Lin Ji's faces: "Or you two together?"

"I understand, this is an assessment for the special recruitment quota." A watching disciple said with sudden realization.

"Special recruitment quota, that's what it is."

"One of them is in the late stage of the eighth level of Jinjin Realm. The other one can't tell. But they dare to challenge Teacher Zhao. They are very courageous."

"Yes, Teacher Zhao's strength ranks among the top ten among many teachers."

"Now there's something good to watch."

Everyone responded with a gloating 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, and faced Zhao Yifu directly. His inner energy surged, and a strong aura filled the air. Silks of cloud seemed to come out of his body and surround him.

"The best earth-level Kung Fu has been cultivated to the fifth level." Instructor Liu is superb in martial arts. He can see Lin Ji's ability at a glance. He can't help but secretly nod. He has cultivated to the peak of the eighth level of Jinjin Realm at such a young age. Compared with most people,

It's pretty good, but compared to geniuses, it seems average. However, it's pretty good to be able to practice the best earth-level skills to the highest level: "Maybe there's a chance of passing the assessment."

"Is this what you rely on? I will let you know that in the face of absolute strength, any reliance is useless." Zhao Yifu's eyes flashed with a strange color, and then there was a trace of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and his mean face could not be more harsh.

I hate it as much as I hate it. I saw her curling her fingers and saying with contempt: "Come on."

Lin Ji was furious, his face was flushed with blood, and he was extremely angry. He took action desperately, his palms were overwhelming, and the pressure of his palms was like a storm, and he walked towards it, and the sand and rocks on the ground rolled like huge winds and huge waves.

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

"Humph, I don't need to use a sword to deal with you." Zhao Yifu snorted coldly, controlled his cultivation at the peak of the eighth level of the training realm, and shot it with a backhand, lightly, without any pyrotechnics, and Lin Ji's

The contrast between the huge force and the powerful force is very obvious, but the palm is glowing with a trace of fluorescence, indicating that the internal energy is highly compressed.

Chen Zong watched from a short distance away and immediately saw that Zhao Yifu was much better than Lin Ji in terms of application of internal energy. This was due to experience or perhaps talent.

People with talent can do it more easily, otherwise it will take time to accumulate.

Zhao Yifu's palm was like a high-temperature iron, breaking through Lin Ji's palm pressure, and slapped Lin Ji hard, bringing terrifying pressure.

Lin Ji looked at his face, but did not retract the palm. Instead, he also slapped his left hand. This palm was different. The palm was wrapped in a layer of cloud-white mist. It was internal energy, like clouds, and like silk surrounding it.

The left palm came first and collided with Zhao Yifu's palm. The soft force absorbed and offset the force of Zhao Yifu's palm as much as possible. At the same time, the right palm slapped Zhao Yifu's shoulder.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, Zhao Yifu's arm shook slightly, and her inner energy exploded for the second time. A roar directly knocked Lin Ji flying and sent him backwards.

"With this little ability, just admit defeat as soon as possible." Zhao Yifu was full of contempt.

This time, Lin Ji was not irritated. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed down. His inner energy surged, and clouds filled his palms. This mentality was considered good.

"The clouds are turning and the sky is falling!"

He slapped his palms out, but it seemed like the clouds were surging and falling from the sky. He had already used a special move.

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

Lin Ji knew his disadvantage, so he did not intend to delay the time. Instead, he broke out directly and attacked with the strongest strength, trying to defeat Zhao Yifu as best as possible. Even if he could not defeat, he still had to catch the opponent off guard and retreat to gain an advantage.

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

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

Although his cultivation is suppressed at the peak of the eighth level of the training realm, his martial arts attainments will not be affected much. His shots are powerful and understated, but they contain terrifying power. Such heavy hands can directly break Lin Ji

The turning cloud palm technique.

The exquisite cloud-turning palm of one hand brought up the clouds and mist, which were extremely tenacious and filled the surroundings. As they fluttered, they wrapped Zhao Yifu's whole body, as if to restrain her and prevent her from moving.

"Little trick!" Zhao Yifu sneered disdainfully, bursting out with all her strength, swirling around her body, using a combination of violence and ingenuity to defeat Lin Ji's offensive.

Trying his best, Lin Ji had no reservations, and even used a fierce fighting method of exchanging injuries for injuries. For a while, Zhao Yifu, who had no intention of using a sword and had limited cultivation, could not defeat him, and could only maintain a tie.

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However, Lin Ji's explosions are very focused on bursts and are destined not to last for long. Although Zhao Yifu has a mean mouth, there is no doubt about her strength. She plays steadily and no matter how hard Lin Ji explodes, 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 traces of the ground and punching holes one after another.

"roll!"

Continuous explosions, Lin Ji was slightly exhausted, and when he paused for a moment, Zhao Yifu's palm seemed to penetrate the endless clouds, with terrifying force, it was stamped hard on Lin Ji's chest, like a drum roaring, Lin Ji

Ji flew out completely, blood spraying from his mouth.

After rolling around on the ground for a few times, Lin Ji quickly stood up using his hands and feet. Using both feet, his internal energy exploded again, and he blasted out with both palms.

It was another round of explosive fighting, showing amazing perseverance and resilience, but he was still knocked away by a palm and vomited blood again. However, after landing, Lin Ji attacked again, leaving everyone stunned.

"Okay." Instructor Liu suddenly spoke. Lin Ji paused, but Zhao Yifu's slap did not stop. It was still imprinted on Lin Ji's chest. He flew to the ground again and vomited three mouthfuls of blood. He couldn't get up for a while.

Come.

Instructor Liu's body flashed and appeared next to Lin Ji like a ghost. He took out a pill and stuffed it into Lin Ji's mouth. He then slapped a palm to help Lin Ji dissolve and absorb the pill. Lin Ji's pale face turned pale.

Gradually some blood color returned.

"Teacher Zhao, you struck too hard." Instructor Liu said displeasedly. He had already spoken, Lin Ji also stopped, but Zhao Yifu still shot it down with one palm.

"I can't hold back." Zhao Yifu seemed to explain, but there was no hint of sincerity. Instead, her eyes looked at Chen Zong, full of teasing and contempt.

"Lin Ji, your strength is pretty good and you are qualified to become 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 in strength, he dares to fight, and he is very perseverant and resilient. He is considered a good prospect.

"Thank you, instructor." Lin Ji was excited, while Zhao Yifu frowned, but she also knew that this was instructor Liu's decision, and she had no right to interfere. However, there was another one who would not let the other person pass the assessment no matter what.

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"Come on." Zhao Yifu raised her fingers at Chen Zong with obvious contempt on her lips.

Chen Zong's expression did not change, he did not look angry at all, but he took steps towards Zhao Yifu.

"Teacher Zhao, I'll give you a quarter of an hour to regain your strength." Chen Zong said without hesitation, and stood still in front of Zhao Yifu.

"How much energy do you think cleaning up that piece of trash will cost me?" Zhao Yifu said harshly.

"As a teacher, I talk about being a waste..." Chen Zong couldn't help but shake his head, and his feelings about Zhao Yifu were even worse.

Being scolded by someone who looked down on her, Zhao Yifu felt a little embarrassed on her face. She became angry from embarrassment and slapped her palm, still in an understatement, with her inner energy restrained.

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

Everyone's eyes were focused, and Instructor Liu also fell on Chen Zong. This man's aura was stable and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Chen Zong did not draw his sword, but instead slapped a palm with his backhand. The gray-white inner energy condensed in the palm of his hand, dotted with stars, and was powerful and domineering with a hint of sharpness.

"Early stage of the eighth level of the training realm!"

"She's so weak, I can knock her down with just one finger."

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

Chen Zong remained motionless, but Zhao Yifu swayed and couldn't help but take a step back.

"What!"

"Teacher Zhao was actually repelled."

Dozens of disciples were shocked one by one.

You know, when Chen Zong took action, they felt that the opponent's cultivation was at the early stage of the eighth level of the Jinjin Realm, which in their eyes was very weak, while Zhao Yifu's cultivation was controlled at the middle stage of the eighth rank of the Jinjin Realm.

Moreover, what he practiced was a top-grade earth-level technique. He had reached the fifth level and was actually knocked back by the opponent's palm.

Zhao Yifu also had a face full of disbelief, and a glint flashed in Teacher Liu's eyes, as if she was a little surprised.

"Luohua Knife!"

With a low drink, filled with murderous intent, Zhao Yifu wiped her right hand on her lower back, a cold light burst out, filled with falling flowers, and the fragrance filled the air, dazzling the eyes and making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Among the falling flowers, a wisp of cold light zigzagged and jumped, its trajectory difficult to find.

"Not good." Instructor Liu was startled and was about to take action, because this sword was Zhao Yifu's full strength at the middle stage of the eighth level of Jinjin Realm. Even with the same cultivation level, she would kill him instantly with one strike.

Just as he was about to take action when Chen Zong was in a life-or-death crisis, a flash of sword light struck him vertically, as if splitting the world in front of him into two. Nothing could resist him, and he was unparalleled in his dominance.


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