Do You Know How to Capture a Villain?

Of course, this competition would not end here. After casting three or four spells in a row, Ji Qingzhuo felt that his mana had been consumed a lot.

She couldn't restore mana on her own, but—she wanted to win.

When she was on the competition stage, of course she didn't think about fighting to see if she could win, because she wasn't too interested in fighting, and she felt that her chances of winning were very low, and it wasn't worth paying for it.

But—Ji Qingzhuo clenched the handle of the umbrella, she thought, after coming to the stage, this Wen Ying actually said that her magic weapon was unlucky, she couldn't bear this, the things she cared about were always strange.

So, even though she knew that her chance of winning was very low, she still wanted to... give it a try.

Wen Ying is not an easy opponent to deal with. Seeing the vines tightly entwining his limbs, he quickly reacted while controlling the magic weapon. He struck out an open fire formula, intending to burn the vines to death. At the same time, he cooperated with the Fengling formula , fueling the fire with the wind.

He was equivalent to using three different spells at the same time, which made the monks in the audience couldn't help saying: "Wonderful, I didn't expect him to be able to control spells with three attributes at the same time, and Ji Qingzhuo didn't know How to deal with..."

Once the vines were burned and Wen Ying caught up with her, Ji Qingzhuo had no ability to fight back.

In the understanding of these monks, at their stage of cultivation, being able to cast three spells with different attributes at the same time is already the best, because different spells need to be distracted to control—probably, control the left and right hands to write two different spells at the same time. The word like that.

The more spells that require distraction and control, the more powerful the support of spiritual consciousness is required, and the combination of multiple spells can only be handy if you are above the golden core stage.

However, these things that monks find difficult, in Ji Qingzhuo's view, are extremely simple. Her control of spells is just like solving a precise math problem, and her brain's computing power is far more than that.

Seeing Wen Ying's Minghuo technique combined with the Fengling Jue, Ji Qingzhuo raised his hand, and another water-draining Jue fell. The clear spring, like a flexible snake, directly drilled into the root of the flame of the Minghuo Jue, cutting off the large amount of air brought by the Fengling Jue , her spell control is very delicate, and the use of every trace of mana is extremely wonderful.

Such a beautiful application of spells can be regarded as art. Ji Qingzhuo's manipulation of simple five-element spells is like playing with the rhythm of aura, skillful and elegant.

Her few small manipulations weakened Wen Ying's momentum, and when she noticed that Ji Qingzhuo was casting four different spells at the same time, Wen Ying's eyes widened.

This...how is this possible, where does her cultivation level come from?

Wen Ying was surprised in his heart, but Ji Qingzhuo overlooked one point, that is, as a monk, he forged his body with aura and had great strength.

The vines clung to him, really as long as—

With a pull of both hands, Wen Ying directly tore off the fragile vine summoned by Ji Qingzhuo.

When he made this action, Ye Duanhong, who had been observing the situation on the test stage, lowered his head, recorded it on the paper with a blank face, and deducted points for him.

The magic class assessment is basically to see the tricks, and to fight with the spells you have learned. If you think about using other forces when you first start learning spells, and you don't have a good foundation, you will not go far in the future of cultivation.

In fact, Wen Ying also knew that his actions were inappropriate, but...he simply didn't want to lose face in front of Ji Qingzhuo, he was young and energetic, and he was at the age where he could save face.

"Wen Ying is confused. If you increase the output of open fire, it's not impossible to burn the vines."

"Well, the points are deducted, even if you win, the points should not be high."

"Wen Ying is too competitive." Someone commented.

But only Shen Rongyu, who had been watching the competition stage, knew that the blush on Wen Ying's face when he tore off the vine in his hand, he knew that he just didn't want to show Ji Qingzhuo his weak side.

Shen Rongyu chuckled, his eyes fell on Ji Qingzhuo who was in the air, but unfortunately she really... couldn't understand.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't notice Wen Ying's small thoughts at all, she saw Wen Ying Yujian coming towards her, holding an umbrella, turned around and ran away.

A few waves of Gengjin Qi flew behind him, it was the flying blade summoned by the Fenjin Jue. Ji Qingzhuo listened to the sound of the flying blade piercing the air, calculated the direction and landing point of the flying blade, and spun around to avoid it.

On the competition stage, tiny air currents surround her body, her skirt flutters, and a beautiful flower is spun out. Her evasive figure is light and graceful, but no one appreciates her figure, and what is even more shocking is her A way to avoid attacks.

"This... such a precise prediction ability..."

"How did she find out where the flying blade landed?"

"I have a Nascent Soul cultivation base, so I can see through the trajectories of these attacks. She is only in the Qi refining stage. How did she do it?"

However, just when everyone was surprised by Ji Qingzhuo's excellent evasion ability, something happened to her again.

It's good that she has a strong calculation ability, but her body strength is really poor. When the last flying blade attack passed by, although she already knew its direction, but...she...was tired of hiding.

Ji Qingzhuo's body and arms were heavy, and his mind moved, but his body was too tired to move.

The last flying blade would have pierced her left arm, but the clothes Ji Qingzhuo was wearing were bought by Shen Rongyu with her, so she had a certain defensive ability, so she just felt that she had been bumped.

She lost her center of gravity and rushed forward. Fortunately, the umbrella opened, leading her to swing again.

"I think it is necessary to add courses to train students' physical fitness to the next batch of students."

"You see, this is the consequence of not exercising normally."

"Cultivation can also strengthen the body. Apart from strengthening the meridians, where does the aura she absorbs go to strengthen?"

Many people began to talk about Ji Qingzhuo's physical fitness, but Shen Rongyu raised his eyebrows slightly when she was hit.

She was hurt again.

Ji Qingzhuo's left arm was hit, and it was very painful. She frowned, and wanted to end this competition quickly, but her mana was no longer enough.

So, when the blue sword in Wen Ying's hand was about to hit her, the water curtain summoned by the water diversion formula rose in front of her, confusing Wen Ying.

But Wen Ying was unmoved, his sword pierced through the water curtain in front of him, and he still chased after Ji Qingzhuo.

Holding an umbrella, Ji Qingzhuo retreated quickly. Flowers were flying on the umbrella in his hand, and he blocked Wen Ying's sword again and again. Her body was weak, and she kept flying backwards.

Although the water curtain was useless, Ji Qingzhuo still summoned the water curtain again and again. She was using this method to guide Wen Ying to fly in her direction. Moreover, she used the wind spirit technique at the same time, and did not summon the strong wind. Instead, it controls the drop in air temperature around the water curtain.

The art of ice making involves the cooperation of different attributes of aura, which is an advanced content of the magic class, but Ji Qingzhuo actually used the water diversion art and wind spirit art to create ice curtains one by one on the competition stage.

Speaking of which, Ji Qingzhuo learned this ability from Bingshuang. The Xuanshuang Beast summoned the whistling wind and snow to condense the water aura first, and then cool down. When Ji Qingzhuo was in a daze, he liked to pay attention to these details that no one cared about. .

But—Wen Ying can smash the ice screen she carefully created every time. What is the point of her doing so other than wasting mana? Wen Ying's remaining mana is enough for him to attack many times, but Ji Qingzhuo's mana It's bottoming out, and there's no sign of her mana coming back.

Just when everyone was wondering why Ji Qingzhuo did this, only a few senior elders and a few disciples discovered the clues. Shen Rongyu naturally knew Ji Qingzhuo's intentions. when cunning.

In the auditorium, Meng Yaolan, who had been paying attention to the competition, also laughed: "Miss Ji is lying to Wen Ying."

"Yes, the rule in the competition is that if you go out of bounds, you will lose." Ye Duanhong replied, "Wen Ying, that stupefied young man."

Ji Qingzhuo used the ice curtain to guide Wen Ying to the edge of the competition stage. She was already very tired, and her mana was about to bottom out. Normally, at this time, she would give up and fight whoever wanted to.

But... she clenched the handle of the umbrella and whispered, "I won't allow it to say that about you."

At the same time, her back was already touching the edge of the competition table, but her calculations were precise, she just brushed the boundary, but never crossed it.

Her white hand was lifted up, creating the last ice curtain—and the scene in Wen Ying's eyes could only be seen clearly by the monks in the same direction as him. Looking from his direction, the ice curtain was like a mirror, reflecting the vast competition platform behind him, It gave him the illusion that the border was still far away.

So, he rushed straight towards the last ice curtain, knowing that Ji Qingzhuo had exhausted his mana, and this time, she couldn't run away.

The sword edge smashed the ice curtain with a decisive momentum, and there was no possibility of retreating.

Ji Qingzhuo lost all strength, holding the umbrella and using the last sliver of mana to slowly land on the ground, all the sharpness wrapped in the sword's edge was blocked by the red umbrella above her head.

Wen Ying, who smashed the ice curtain and rushed over, had no possibility of turning back. He directly flicked his sword and fell out of the boundary of the competition.

Ji Qingzhuo was exhausted, she stood still, gasping for breath, the negative feeling brought about by the exhaustion of mana hit her body.

After winning, she didn't say anything, she just quickly ran down the competition stage crookedly, and sat in a corner.

Tired and with pain in his hand, Ji Qingzhuo sat in a corner, rubbing his slightly injured wrist.

"You..." Ying Xiu sat beside her, looking at her in disbelief, "Miss Ji, do you want to find a place to recover your mana?"

No matter where she went, Ji Qingzhuo couldn't recover her mana by herself, so she could only shake her head.

Ying Xiu still wanted to take a closer look at Ji Qingzhuo's situation, but a hand was placed between the two of them, and Shen Rongyu came over at some point.

Shen Rongyu didn't speak, but Yingshou had retreated. Unlike the respect and worship of Shen Rongyu by others, she seemed a little afraid of him.

Ji Qingzhuo opened his mouth, wanting to call Shen Rongyu, but couldn't make a sound, she was too tired.

Shen Rongyu lowered her eyes and looked at the umbrella she placed beside her. The bright red color was dazzling: "Why are you so tired?"

He held her wrist, and a steady stream of spiritual energy injected into Ji Qingzhuo's meridians through him, and she came alive instantly like a withered flower.

"He said... Umbrella is not good." Ji Qingzhuo thought about it, but still told the truth.

Shen Rongyu lowered his eyes, glanced at her, did not speak again, just held her wrist, and continued to help her recover her mana.

The two of them were in the corner and did not attract too many people's attention, because the rest of the monks were all focused on Ye Duanhong.

Ye Duanhong sat in the main seat, holding an ink pen, and quickly wrote numbers on the paper to calculate the scores of the two.

It took Wen Ying an incense stick of time to realize that he had lost, but soon, he turned his gaze elsewhere to look for Ji Qingzhuo's figure. He remembered that she seemed to be hit by the flying blade he summoned.

How could someone not even be able to catch a flying blade? ! Wen Ying couldn't understand, but he still wanted to go to Ji Qingzhuo to see her injury.

But Ji Qingzhuo hid it too well. It was already her talent to hide herself in the crowd. Wen Ying didn't find her, so he started to care about his score.

The other elders were also urging Ye Duanhong: "Old Ye, is it all right? If not, I'll figure it out for you."

"I told you a long time ago, if you can't calculate it yourself, just use the abacus, there is no shame in it." Another elder joked.

Ye Duanhong's status in the sect is high, and his strength is also strong. Many monks admire and even fear him, but he has a fatal flaw, that is, his calculation ability is too poor. spend most of the day,

After Shen Rongyu restored Ji Qingzhuo's mana, he returned to his auditorium, and the elder next to him joked: "I love you so much, little junior sister? I was in a hurry to see her just after getting off the stage."

"Yeah." Shen Rongyu nodded and admitted, "Her master is not here after all."

"That's true...but Sukong has such a good eye, he actually accepted such an apprentice." Some elders said with emotion, the world of cultivating immortals respects strength, and originally they thought Ji Qingzhuo couldn't practice so they looked down on her, but this is the performance on the stage , it can be said to be amazing, even Wen Ying was played around by her.

Shen Rongyu nodded and didn't speak any more, but his eyes kept falling on Ji Qingzhuo.

After a long time, Ye Duanhong finally understood. He announced Ji Qingzhuo's score. She used four kinds of spells at the same time, and used the water diversion formula combined with the wind spirit spell to make ice, and used the mirror image of the ice surface to lure Wen Ying. The unexpected scores gave her a lot of points.

So Ji Qingzhuo undoubtedly got the highest score in the magic class. Meng Yaolan didn't meet too strong opponents and didn't need so many complicated spell manipulation abilities, so his score was lower than Ji Qingzhuo's.

She took the first place in two courses in a row, and besides the bottom of the training class assessment, she actually... overwhelmed Meng Yaolan twice?

Many people were surprised, but Meng Yaolan herself didn't care too much. She didn't pay much attention to the score, and she didn't try her best during the assessment.

The assessment of the spell class was successfully concluded, and no one would pay attention to Ji Qingzhuo's magic weapon anymore, because they knew that Ji Qingzhuo really complemented this magic weapon, and there was no other magic weapon that was more suitable for her.

After the crowd gradually dispersed in Baishiya, Wen Ying finally found Ji Qingzhuo who was sitting in the corner, and he ran over.

Ji Qingzhuo was waiting for everyone to leave before leaving by herself. Seeing Wen Ying approaching, she picked up her umbrella with her backhand and subconsciously wanted to run.

"Here you are." Wen Ying threw a small medicine bottle in front of Ji Qingzhuo, and he blushed and said, "You are too weak, you can't even withstand a flying blade."

Ji Qingzhuo subconsciously took the medicine bottle, but Wen Ying turned and ran away. At this time, Shen Rongyu, who was dragged by a disciple of the sect to explain the spell, had just returned.

He saw the back of Wen Ying leaving in a hurry, and Ji Qingzhuo who was sitting in the same place.

At this time, there was no one here, and Ji Qingzhuo was holding a medicine bottle in one hand and a red umbrella beside him, looking rather lonely.

"Zhuozhuo, I'm going back." Shen Rongyu's eyes fell on the medicine bottle she was holding tightly.

He knew it was given to her by Wen Ying.

She actually took it.

"Yeah." Ji Qingzhuo picked up the umbrella, stood up, and was about to fly by himself.

But Shen Rongyu held her wrist and put her on the Burial Snow Sword: "Fly even if you are injured?"

"It should have been touched." Ji Qingzhuo touched his arm and whispered, "The clothes are of good quality, and they actually blocked the flying blade."

"I'll give you medicine when you go back." Shen Rongyu said, and he made Ji Qingzhuo remember the medicine bottle given by this outsider by insinuating.

"Wen Ying gave me a bottle of medicine, and I can apply it myself." Ji Qingzhuo would not waste things, Wen Ying ran away after throwing away the medicine bottle, and she couldn't throw away the medicine bottle, just use it if it is available.

"I have." Shen Rongyu said, the Burial Snow Sword under his feet flew away at an extremely fast speed, and even his clothes fluttered in the wind, which seemed to reflect that his current state of mind was not peaceful.

He was sure that Ji Qingzhuo didn't see that Wen Ying had a crush on her—it would be a big breakthrough for her to remember his name.

Why is she just a piece of wood, she doesn't know anything, when others give her something, she just puts it away in a daze, is she going to put the medicine bottle into her baby pouch later?

Shen Rongyu speculated like this, Ji Qingzhuo really did it, she opened her small purse, and said to Shen Rongyu: "Senior brother Xiaoyu, your medicine is too expensive, I am just a small injury."

Ji Qingzhuo was about to put the medicine bottle into the half that was filled with food, but Shen Rongyu held down her wrist.

"Use mine," he said to her, his tone a little off.

"Then use yours." Ji Qingzhuo has a good temper, and she will respond to what Shen Rongyu says.

As soon as she let go, she was about to put away the medicine bottle when Shen Rongyu stopped her.

"Give it to me." He knew that he would not agree to lose Ji Qingzhuo.

"Here." Ji Qingzhuo obediently put the medicine bottle in her palm.

She felt something was wrong with Shen Rongyu again, but she couldn't feel this faint jealous atmosphere.

After handing the medicine bottle to Shen Rongyu, she shook the umbrella in her hand. After struggling for a long time, she tried it out, and asked as if asking for credit: "Senior brother Xiaoyu, am I... a little bit strong today?"

The author has something to say:

Xiaoyu: I'm jealous that she actually takes other people's medicine and puts it in the baby purse.

Zhuo Zhuo: He crazily recalled his operations on the field and was very proud to show off.