Cultivation begins with a chicken

Chapter 66 War Repair (Seek to read!!!)
"How about it? Since the competition has just started and no masters have entered the arena, do you want to try it?"

"Anyway, if you lose three games, you don't have to compete again..."

"Try it?"

The incitement in Qingliu's words is full of meaning, although I don't know why she wants to incite.

But considering that the actual situation is indeed the case, Tian Lu first said:

"Okay, I'll try it!"

As soon as the words came out, Tian Xiaorou still wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, it turned into a pouting concern.

"You...be careful..."

"rest assured!"

Tian Lu looked quite confident, and then under Qing Liu's guidance, she came to an outer ring.

"Name?"

"Tian Lu."

"Cultivation?"

"High-level Mortal Realm!"

"Master?"

"Meiling!"

When these two words appeared, the middle-aged man who was still registering subconsciously looked up.

When he saw Qingliu standing behind Tian Lu, he nodded clearly, and then said to Tian Lu:

"No.15 arena, let's go..."

NO.15 arena...

A group of three people came to the ring marked NO.15.

At this time, there was already a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old standing on the ring, carrying two wooden hammers.

Watching Tian Lu go up the stairs beside her, Tian Xiaorou pinched Lu Shan's wings nervously, and asked Qingliu incessantly.

"Elder Sister... Do you think Sister Tian Lu will win?"

Who would have thought that Qingliu's words made Tian Xiaorou freeze in place.

"Win? It's lucky to be injured less."

After a while, when the start of the competition was announced on the ring, Tian Xiaorou suddenly panicked and said:

"Master...Senior Sister! Since you will be injured! Then why let us go to the competition...?"

"Why don't you go to the competition if you are injured?" Qingliu turned her head and asked in surprise:
"Your thoughts are so strange..."

Just when Tian Xiaorou was about to say something, Tian Lu on the ring had already fought the boy with the wooden hammer.

I saw Tian Lu holding a light sword and wielding an unknown sword technique.

One move after another, he fought against the boy with the hammer, advancing and retreating.

It's not like a rookie who is in the ring for the first time.

On the contrary, it was the boy with the hammer, after several consecutive attacks to no avail.

Some panicked.

The wooden hammer waving in his hand was almost penetrated by Tian Lu's light sword several times.

Seeing that if this fight continues, sooner or later he will lose.

Simply, the boy started to put up no defense, ignoring Tian Lu's light sword attack.

With the posture of wounding against wounding, he began to re-launch the attack.

And Tian Lu used to fight against the guards at home, and had never been exposed to such a desperate style of play.

"clatter!"

"bass!"

"what!"

After several changes in a row, Tian Lu retreated steadily after being beaten.

Even when the last move was changed, even the light sword in his hand was hammered out.

The series of vicissitudes in the arena made Tian Xiaorou under the arena couldn't help shouting.

"Sister Tian Lu!"

Looking at Tian Lu who had lost his weapon and was out of breath, the boy with the hammer did not pursue him.

Just bowed his hands and said:

"you lose."

But who would have thought that Tian Lu would not admit defeat when faced with the loss of her weapon.

Ning frowned, took a deep breath, and said coldly:

"I have another move! If you can continue, I will admit defeat!"

Facing Tian Lu, who was unwilling to admit defeat, the boy with the hammer didn't say much, and continued to put the double hammers in front of him, making a move ready to strike at any time.

At this time, Tian Lu breathed out lightly, and then transported it to his whole body.

When the breath reached a certain threshold, he suddenly pointed forward with one hand.

"call!!!"

In an instant!
A fireball the size of a quail egg suddenly appeared from Tian Lu's finger, and flew towards the boy with the hammer at a very fast speed.

'One heart inflammation'!
"It's a spell! Get out of the way!" Someone shouted at the boy with the hammer under the ring.

But the boy with the hammer was not moved by it. Instead, he clenched the wooden hammer tightly, changed his starting gesture, and stared at the flying fireball.

What is he going to do?
Countering spells with a wooden hammer?

What's the difference between that and courting death?
Just when everyone thought that the wooden hammer boy was going to be seriously injured, and there were even emergency disciples in the audience ready to save him.

The boy with the wooden hammer suddenly said something in a low voice.

"angry!"

One word.

The wooden hammer suddenly flashed red light, and then, under the blessing of the red light, the wooden hammer forcibly took over the flame spell.

Even the flame spell was annihilated directly in the air.

This! !

Almost all the onlookers were stunned.

Immediately, a unique term suddenly appeared in the mouths of these people.

"... War repair!"

Tian Xiaorou also heard the discussions of those around her, taking advantage of the gap between the confrontation in the ring, she asked aloud.

"Senior sister, what is 'war repair'?"

Hearing the sound, Lu Shan also set his sights on Qingliu.

Because he also wanted to hear, what is this profession that can use weapons to block spells with bare hands?

"'Battle Repair' ah..."

Qingliu sighed softly, saying:
"It's all a bunch of poor people..."

Ok?
How to say?
Lu Shan's interest was completely aroused, and he stared at Qingliu with his corns.

At this time, Qingliu's voice began to continue.

"'Battle Cultivator' is actually a group of people with extremely low inspiration or low spiritual roots, who use another extreme method to strengthen their combat effectiveness, so that they can work hard to survive in the world of cultivating immortals."

"They either use emotions as power, or use objects as power, or gain power in other ways."

"Among them, some even gain strength through self-mutilation or sacrifice, but such things are collectively called heresy, which is not allowed by the entire world of cultivating immortals."

Speaking of this, Lu Shan probably has a shallow understanding of this profession.

So, the power used by the boy with the wooden hammer on the stage is the utensil plus emotion?

Lu Shan nodded knowingly.

Suddenly, he thought that Tian Xiaorou didn't seem to be very angry, wouldn't this child also walk on this path in the future?

Well…

It is estimated that it is impossible.

With Tian Xiaorou's character as a weak little woman, she dared not get hurt even when she was fighting on stage, and she still followed the path of 'fighting and repairing'.

tsk tsk...

At this time.

The fight in the arena is over.

After Tian Lu's 'One Heart Flame' technique was broken, she no longer had any effective means of attack.

After taking two blows in a row, she almost lost her footing and fell from the ring.

In the end, Tian Xiaorou ignored the danger and went up to help Tian Lu off the ring.

Before stepping down.

Tian Lu frowned, looked at the boy with the hammer with a complicated expression, and asked in a deep voice:
"Dare to ask your name!"

The boy with the hammer bowed his hands and said politely:

"Xiaohuafeng, Luo Shichen."

Under the arena, Qingliu watched the wooden hammer boy who called himself Luo Shichen continue to stand on the arena waiting for the next challenge.

I don't know what I was thinking, and every word I muttered to myself floated into Lu Shan's ears.

"What is war repair?"

"Don't take orthodox spiritual practice as the basis, use war as the base, use weapons as a supplement, use tricks to defend against the enemy, and the winner is king."

"This can be 'battle repair'..."

　The epidemic made me so busy that I thought I was taken to an isolation hospital for three days during the last epidemic!

　　I really don't want to come back to those dark days!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)