Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

By the side of the battle arena, everyone murmured incessantly and whispered angrily, and while scolding, they secretly glanced at An Zhisu.

Seeing that her face was uncharacteristically without a smile, but instead had a faint look of worry, she couldn't help but panic in her heart.

This grass-cutting sword fairy usually laughs, and if he laughs, he will cut people.

Now, instead of smiling, there is a little sadness on his face. Could it be that he planned to slaughter me in Shushan afterward?

This uneasy atmosphere spread invisibly in the audience on the sidelines, and the scolding was quickly covered up.

In fact, the elder inspector of this competition has already arrived, and the old **** is present in Zheng Yujian hanging in the sky.

He also had a personal grudge with Su Jian. Now I heard the people below use all kinds of filthy words, cursing Su Jian and his disciples crazily, so he deliberately dragged the fight and didn't start, just closed his eyes and listened with joy.

Thinking of how livid Su Jian's face would be if he heard these slanders, he felt extremely happy all of a sudden.

Suddenly the scolding dropped, and he opened his eyes a little dissatisfied. Seeing that everyone was looking carefully at An Zhisu's face, he couldn't help but sighed, thinking that this Shushan is really getting worse and worse, the older generation and the younger generation. They were all crushed by Qingluofeng.

At the same time, he also secretly decided that in this fight, he must deliberately not call for a stop, so that the disciple surnamed Ling was beaten to half-death, and there will be another killing star in Shushan in the future.

Of course, it would be better if Lou Zhizheng from Ziyun Peak missed and killed Ling Yun directly.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and let out a loud cry, announcing that the fight would begin.

A dysprosium sounded.

Lou Zhizheng immediately raised his hand, and several streams of light shot out from between his fingers.

Ling Yunpo's eyes froze, and he immediately recognized what the trick was.

Talisman bombing!

This Lou Zhizheng's starting style was actually the bombardment of the talismans used by the cultivators of Yuqingguan!

The first purple light rushes towards you, this is the Thunder Falling Talisman!

With his right hand, he stabbed forward with a sword tactic, and the Qingping Sword split the low-altitude thunderbolt, and immediately another red light flashed in front of him.

Flame Chong Talisman!

Ling Yunpo's mind turned sharply, Qingping sword slashed forward to the red light again, and his feet retreated calmly, just avoiding the scope of the flame explosion.

The third ice rain talisman exploded above his head, turning into countless ice cones and stabbing down.

Ling Yunpo waved his sleeves and summoned the Thunder Sword. The brilliant sword light spun sharply above, blocking all the ice cones and smashing them.

How can Fu Lu bombing be used like this! He sneered to himself.

The so-called talisman bombing is to take advantage of the talisman's quick launch, unlimited number of times, and no need for infuriating energy, to shoot out all the countless talismans at one time, so that the opponent can't avoid it!

Like Lou Zhizheng, he played them one by one as if they were frugal. It was a waste of the power of this move!

He replaced Luo Yan and laughed at the opponent, then turned back to Ling Yunpo, stepped back again, and cut through the red light with his sword, while avoiding the flame explosion of Yan Chong Talisman.

"If you stop here, don't try in vain." Ling Yunpo said coldly, "This kind of attack is full of flaws. It's a waste of my time."

"Naturally it doesn't stop there." Lou Zhizheng smirked.

Ling Yunpo suddenly felt that something was wrong, and just as he was about to react, his figure suddenly sank, and the ground under his feet turned into quicksand, and he was sinking constantly!

Seeing that he struggled hard, but couldn't get out, and was still getting deeper and deeper, Lou Zhizheng laughed arrogantly:

"Before, I used the Ice Rain Talisman to deliberately shoot it into the air to attract your attention, just to bury the quicksand net behind you."

"Junior Brother Ling, how does this trap feel?"

Ling Yunpo ignored him and just let his body sink, thinking quickly in his mind.

If you were another cultivator, you might have to admit defeat.

But Luo Yan has listened to so many lessons in Tiangongfang, but he knows that the small formation of quicksand net is not incomprehensible.

On the basis of a similar cultivation base, a large amount of water system true essence can be used to disrupt the operation of its formation!

Here on the battlefield of Shushan, Lou Zhizheng looked at Ling Yunpo, who was constantly sinking in the quicksand, with mocking eyes of pity.

The people on the sidelines also had different expressions. Some were surprised that Lou Zhizheng had invested so much, while others sighed that Ling Yunpo was so weak that he was killed without even a single strike from the opponent.

An Zhisu stood indifferently on the sidelines, still with a calm expression on his face.

It's just that no one saw her hand tucked into her sleeve, her fingers clasped tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Dark mist, smoke floating in a mirage." In the sight of everyone outside the venue, Ling Yunpo's lips moved slightly and silently recited the mantra.

Qingping sword on the first level of the forbidden method "Blue Mist and Cang Luan" was activated, and in an instant, the boundless fog gushed out of thin air, and instantly enveloped the entire competition.

Everyone was trapped in the thick fog, and they could not see their fingers, so they had to shout.

In the high sky, the supervisor elder looked down, and his eyes were thoughtful.

"The forbidden law of the water system? That kid's immortal sword has some background..."

In the arena, Lou Zhizheng's smile stopped abruptly, and he was dumbfounded.

The fog in the sky must have been created by Ling Yunpo, but now I can't see clearly from a few steps away, and I don't know what happened to him...

no! Could it be that he has another move?

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his hand again and shot out the remaining three Yanchong Talismans, aiming at the center of the quicksand in his memory.

The fire wave exploded, but it was like the flame was poured with cold water, and it dissipated with a bang.

It turned out that in this fog, all non-water spells were affected by forbidden laws, and their power was halved.

And the six senses are also blocked~www.wuxiamtl.com~ sight, hearing, and consciousness are all severely restricted.

Lou Zhizheng didn't know it at all, but he couldn't hear the sound of the explosion, and he was shocked. He wondered, could it be that these three talismans bought defective products?

Aware of the failure of the talisman, he hurriedly slapped the flying sword beside him and activated his derivative method "Golden Mask".

This golden mask is a pure defensive spell, which just fits his greed for life and fear of death.

With the guarantee of this method, the opposite is only a mere level of Qi refining, so I think it will definitely not be able to break my defense.

He was huddled in the golden mask, and he played the abacus very well.

When the opponent couldn't attack again and again, the fog dissipated naturally, and he escaped from his shell, returning his previous grievances one by one.

However, he didn't know that Ling Yunpo had already used the thick fog to cover, and quietly went around to his back, facing the golden mask with the palm of his hand, and reciting the mantra in his heart again:

"Leiguang Huowen, Yushu Shenting, broken!"

Then there was thunder light pouring out from his palm, its light was blue, its color was red, it was silent, and it suddenly hit the golden mask.

Even in this heavy fog, even when the power of all non-water-based Taoist techniques was halved, he still directly pierced through it, together with Lou Zhizheng inside!

The fog gradually dissipated, and Lou Zhizheng's body fell to the ground, with a blood hole on his back.

The Thunder Sword was inserted into the pool of blood beside him, and there were electric snakes dancing on it, fierce and ferocious.

"Actually, it turned out to be..." Lou Zhizheng opened his lips slightly.

Before the word "Leifa" could be uttered, the dizziness of blood loss quickly struck. His body suddenly twitched and twitched for a few seconds, and soon lost his breath.

Ling Yunpo stood silently, pretending to wave his hand lightly, and Lei Shujian flew back to Lou Zhizheng's side from beside Lou Zhizheng's body.

The body of the sword was still clean, without a trace of blood.