I’m Really Not an Invincible Master

"Master! What kind of demon technique is this! It's so scary!" Yang Yingcheng asked.

"Witchcraft?" Bai Lin smiled. Those who can call wind and rain out of thin air are beyond the reach of warriors in the Tenth Realm of Immortal Martial Arts.

Even warriors in the calamity period can only use laws within the framework of natural laws, and cannot create laws out of thin air.

As it is now, the only ones who can summon the wind blade out of thin air, other than the warriors of the Tenth Realm of Immortal Martial Arts, can only be gods.

But can the concept of immortality appear on this continental plane?

But Bai Lin knew in his heart that this was just someone hiding in the dark, changing positions constantly with extremely fast movements, and at the same time using exercises to emit energy similar to wind blades.

Although Bai Lin couldn't locate the opponent's position for the time being, he could feel the excess air flow outside each wind blade.

It was the sound of air flowing naturally when people were moving.

While speaking, a violent wind blade gradually gathered together as it got closer to the group of people.

The wind blade turned into a wind shield, covering everyone in it!

The high-intensity air pressure caused almost a vacuum to form inside the wind shield, and many people in the shield felt it was difficult to breathe.

"Master... what, what should I do? Good... so uncomfortable!" Wu Caijie asked panting.

"Don't panic! Keep calm and don't take unnecessary actions. Leave the rest to me!"

As Bai Lin said, he turned his head to look at Celia and Han Jing: "Seria, Han Jing, can you temporarily replenish oxygen for everyone with water elements?"

"Yes, but only for a while..." Celia nodded.

"A little while is enough!" Bai Lin nodded.

Saying that, Seria and Han Jing respectively operated the "Sacred Night of the Sea Dragon" in their hands, raising their skills to the highest level respectively - Seria's fifth level and Han Jing's sixth level.

Although the skill of the two people is much lower than that of Lian Yichen, the supernatural general who is also a mermaid clan, on the eighth floor. But for this occasion, it is enough.

A total of eleven water dragons rose from the hands of the two people in an instant, gradually covering the rest of the people except the two of them and Bai Lin.

However, there are a total of thirteen people left, and even if there is one water dragon, there are still two vacancies.

At this time, Tong Shi and Tong Meng shouted to Bai Lin in unison: "Master, don't worry about me, we can do it!"

"Are you sure? But your realm is not enough—" Bai Lin roared in the strong wind.

"Master is fine, we have our own solutions!" the two siblings said, closing their eyes together.

Afterwards, the two of them stopped breathing as if they had fallen asleep. No matter how much the wind roared, there was no response!

This is - "Turtle's Breathing Technique"!

Bai Lin was startled. Unexpectedly, this little-known brother and sister of the newly promoted disciples would be able to breathe power.

Although Bai Lin recruits disciples, he has never tabooed disciples from bringing art as a teacher. Especially according to Bai Lin's standards, unless he is a miscellaneous disciple, it is impossible for Bai Ding to know nothing.

But it is really rare for Tong brothers and sisters who have mastered the "Turtle's Breathing Technique".

The actual effect of the turtle's breathing exercise is to let the user stop breathing, hold their breath and concentrate, and restore their strength.

And in this airtight anaerobic environment, the tortoise breathing exercise just played a huge role.

Although Bai Lin was surprised, on this occasion, it obviously didn't surprise him.

"Yanming, Guanglie, Feifei, Nanzhu, can the four of you persist?"

"Okay, master!" Although the four new disciples were still inexperienced, they were also at a loss when they first faced this situation. But facing Bai Lin's command, he was determined, but he slowly relaxed.

No matter how you say it, I am also in the realm of the gods! Moreover, they were selected from hundreds of disciples, so they must not embarrass the master!

Seeing Bai Lin, he confirmed that the disciples were safe, so he winked at Seria and Han Jing, and the two immediately understood, and transferred Hai Long, who was originally covering the Tong family brothers and sisters, to other people.

Everything was arranged properly, and the remaining eleven people were able to breathe one after another.

"Huh! Master, I almost suffocated!" Yang Yingcheng gasped.

"You're the one who talks a lot, save your breath!" Although Bai Lin said so. But my heart is very calm.

Because of this kind of wind shield, it didn't take long for him to crack it.

In other words, it only takes a few minutes for him to break the shield.

But on the one hand, he seems to be taking the opportunity to exercise his disciples' mentality and skills in times of crisis, and on the other hand, he is also testing the limits of those lurking in the dark.

According to Bai Lin's calculations, if the wind blade was really made by humans, then it is very likely that it was done by an expert who lived in seclusion in Longgan Lake.

And those high-ranking people can roughly be inferred to be similar to the mid-term level of Hu Guohou Yingming and side-by-side Wang Yifeng.

If this is the case, then the power of using the wind blade should not dissipate by itself in a short period of time.

The only way is to smash it into pieces.

Thinking of this, Bai Lin smiled calmly.

Cheng Yun'er was puzzled and said, "Bai Lin, why are you laughing? Are you having a good time like this?"

Bai Lin ignored Cheng Yun'er's doubts, and instead asked a few disciples: "To test you as a teacher, do you think this wind blade is natural or man-made?"

"Of course!" The ones who said this were Yang Yingcheng, Tong Gan, Hu Guanglie, and Sun Feifei.

"Human!" Luhou, Yanming, Wu Caijie, and Shangguan Nanzhu also said in unison.

"Well... so how many people are there?" Bai Lin turned his gaze to those who were not disciples of Eternal Age.

"Of course it's man-made! How can the wind of nature be so weird!"

"Then do you know where the person behind this is hiding now?"

When Bai Lin asked this question, everyone shook their heads.

"Then... I'll show you!"

As he spoke, Bai Lin frowned, and a golden light shot out from his left hand instantly.

"Roar!" The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were struck, like a thunderstorm from the sky!

And the position where the palm wind is facing is the 1 o'clock direction that everyone is facing.

But where, there is nothing.

"It's over, it's over, Master, you have exhausted yourself for teaching!"

"Master, you don't follow the sixty-four positions of the gossip, and blast every place!"

Bai Lin rolled her eyes at Yang Yingcheng and Tong Gan.

At this moment, the wind blade blowing from the direction of 12 o'clock disintegrated into the air in an instant!

It was like a popsicle that was crushed by an ice crusher and fell off into pieces.

"Crack—bang!" Immediately afterwards, the wind shield also shattered!

In the original direction of 1 o'clock, there was a white-haired old man standing impressively.

Seeing that Bai Lin put away his moves, he sneered and said, "Old gentleman, have you played enough?"

"Hahaha... As expected of me, the Grand Master of Great Liang! Sure enough, I am very capable!"

"Although your ability is not enough to hurt the old man. But you can find out the position of the old man, and you can be regarded as a rare young hero among the younger generation!"

"Senior's words are wrong!" Bai Lin said loudly.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Senior said that I am a rare young hero among the younger generation, but I want to say that the senior sits in a well and looks at the sky, and I have never met a few outsiders!"

As Bai Lin spoke, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.