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The eyes fell on Lin Shen, and all the old students talked about it.

"That person is Lin Shen?"

"It doesn't look like anything special."

"I heard that he has a nine-level pneumatic cultivation, and he has also cultivated the Blazing Sun Palm to perfection!"

"More than that, Ningsi Jin, you know, I heard that Lin Shen has mastered a sonic martial art that restrains Ningsi Jin!"

"Really, does he have such a rare martial skill?"

"So what? In the martial arts competition, any one of us here is no worse than Lin Shen!"

The last sentence attracted the approval of many old students.

The old students present at least have practiced in the Taoist monastery for a year.

His cultivation may not be higher than Lin Shen's, but in terms of martial arts attainments, no one would feel that he is inferior to Lin Shen.

Qiao He thinks so too.

He knew that Peng Xinyuan was running on Lin Shen and forcing Lin Shen to play, but he didn't care about it.

To be honest, Qiao He also wanted to fight Lin Shen, the first freshman chief who was not from a family in the history of Jiuyang Taoist Academy.

If he could defeat Lin Shen in a head-to-head contest, his reputation in the monastery would definitely increase greatly.

Opportunities like this don't come often!

So Qiao He looked at Lin Shen immediately, and raised his voice:

"Junior Brother Lin, do you want to compete with me!"

Hearing this, Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao looked at each other, with smiles of conspiratorial success appearing on the corners of their mouths.

The atmosphere has been set off here, if Lin Shen doesn't play again, he will definitely be labeled as cowardly.

It doesn't matter if the practitioner is weaker, just work hard to improve.

However, if one does not have a fearless heart to overcome obstacles and overcome obstacles, no matter how talented one is, one's final achievements will inevitably be very limited.

The way of practice does not only depend on talent, but also on character.

Furthermore.

Peng Xinyuan glanced at the wooden building in the distance, and a few figures could be vaguely seen in the corridor on the third floor.

Today's mentoring battle is not only attended by freshmen and old students, but several directors and directors are also paying attention to the performance of the freshmen.

Regardless of whether Lin Shen was too timid to fight, or was defeated in embarrassment, it would reduce his value in the eyes of the courtyard master and directors.

As for Lin Shen, a disciple who was born as a commoner, if he doesn't get the appreciation of the master and the directors, he will be unable to move a single step in the Taoist temple in the future!

Thinking of this, Peng Xinyuan's smile grew stronger, and he looked at Lin Shen mockingly.

I want to see how you deal with this situation!

Yang Zhongyi and Su Nian frowned, and looked at Lin Shen with worried expressions.

On the other hand, in the face of the eyes of the people who were either looking forward to or watching the show, the expression of the parties was always calm.

Facing the eyes of the crowd, Lin Shenshi suddenly stepped out and stood in the middle of the square.

"Brother Qiao, please advise!"

"Junior Brother Lin is the one, please give me more advice!"

Excitement flashed in Qiao He's eyes, and he drew out the weapon at his waist for the first time.

The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the sun, making one's heart palpitate.

"Junior brother Lin doesn't use weapons?"

"I didn't practice weapon martial arts."

Qiao He was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Lin Shen didn't come from a noble family, so it's not surprising that he doesn't have weapons or martial arts skills.

Even so, Qiao He did not give up the idea of ​​using weapons.

The use of weapons is not prohibited in guiding warfare, and he has practiced weapon-like martial arts, so he doesn't feel that using weapons is an advantage.

Besides, Lin Shen was the chief freshman, and like him, he had a nine-level aerodynamic cultivation, so his strength should not be underestimated.

If he lost to Lin Shen because he didn't use his weapon, then he might regret it in his gut!

Go all out!

This was the only thought in Qiao He's mind at this moment.

The center of the square quickly fell silent, the two stood facing each other far away, and the surrounding air seemed to become stagnant.

Feeling the imminent atmosphere, the freshmen couldn't help but commotion.

"I don't know who will win?"

"It's hard to say, both of them have similar cultivation bases."

"Senior brother Qiao has a better chance of winning, after all, he has the advantage of weapons, and his martial arts attainments are very high!"

"Lin Shen's martial skills are not weak either!"

"Don't talk about it, just read it and you'll know!"

The discussion soon disappeared, and everyone stared at the center of the square with bated breath.

Originally, Qiao He insisted on his identity and wanted Lin Shen to strike first, but seeing the latter standing there calmly and motionless, he finally ran out of patience, let out a low cry, and slashed forward with his knife.

laugh!

The air seemed to be on fire in an instant, and a large cloud of fire-like air waves emerged out of thin air. With Qiao He's knife rolling forward, it swept towards Lin Shen with incomparable momentum.

Burning Cloud Knife!

In the big exam, Yan Xing also used this sword technique.

But Yan Xing was obviously far inferior to Qiao He in terms of momentum and power.

When the knife was slashed, everyone present had the illusion that their field of vision was filled with fire clouds!

The freshman with weak will almost thought that he was in a sea of ​​fire for a moment, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Meng Dong, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Dachengjing! Qiao He's Burning Cloud Saber has broken through again!"

Immediately, he shook his head regretfully.

The Dacheng Realm Burning Cloud Knife is so powerful, and it takes advantage of the weapon, Lin Shen, who is unarmed, can't handle it at all.

It's a pity, if Qiao He doesn't break through, Lin Shen still has a chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Meng Dong couldn't help looking at Lin Shen with a trace of regret.

At the same time, many old students also discovered the mystery of Qiao He's knife, and they all showed surprise.

Peng Xinyuan and Kuang Bao were overjoyed.

It seems that they don't need to make a move, Qiao He is enough to defeat Lin Shen!

Sympathy, regret, worry, gloating... Under the gazes of many surroundings, Lin Shen looked calm and composed, until the fire cloud approached him, and then he slapped lightly.

It was obviously just an ordinary palm, and he didn't even use martial arts, but when the mighty fire cloud hit the slender palm head-on, it seemed to hit an iron wall, and it shattered instantly!

The cloud of fire in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the gleaming blade was grabbed by a palm!

Qiao He turned pale with fright, and exerted all his strength, but no matter how the blade hummed, he still couldn't break free from that palm.

what happened?

Qiao He looked at it in amazement, and only after this look did he realize that Lin Shen's palm was covered with a layer of energy that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

It is this thin layer of energy that firmly protects the palm, as hard as rock and steel, no matter how the sharp long knife cuts it, it will not be able to hurt the palm even a tiny bit.

"Infuriating!"

Qiao He changed color in shock.

The moment the exclamation came out, Lin Shen's five fingers suddenly closed together, and amidst a harsh metal twisting sound, he twisted the front part of the long knife into a twist.

Before Qiao He could react, Lin Shen slapped Lightning again, hitting his chest.

In an instant, Qiao He flew out like a kite with a broken string, and landed on the ground with a bang. Before he could howl in pain, he passed out and fell unconscious.

silence!

There was silence all around!

No matter the old students or the new students, everyone watched this scene with their mouths wide open, unable to speak for a long time.