I have all kinds of magical powers

After Lin Chen jumped off the ring, he walked through the crowd and came to an open space in the square, where many of his fellow disciples who had just finished fighting were sitting cross-legged to restore their vitality. He looked around and found a place a little further away, and sat down cross-legged. With his eyes slightly closed, he concentrated and calmed his mind, silently operating the magical power of Nine Breaths. In addition to having a miraculous effect in improving cultivation, this magical power is also quite effective in healing and restoring spiritual power. The more he practiced, the more Lin Chen felt that the thirty-six magical powers of Tiangang and the seventy-two magics of Disha were extraordinary. Each of them has potential that can be tapped, and just the one that calls the wind and rain has benefited him a lot. These are all the accumulations of thousands of years by Taoist sages, and now all of them have become a help on his path of cultivation.

As his mind gradually settled, Lin Chen's breathing became regular.

A faint green light suddenly flashed on his body.

Suddenly, the mysterious orifices on his body suddenly opened, generating a strong suction force.

Between inhalation and exhalation, the spiritual energy within a few feet around him surged wildly, drilling into the pores and mysterious orifices of his skin.

About half a cup of tea later, the spiritual power in his meridians was filled again.

Lin Chen then opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and a green light flashed.

Then he continued to walk to the bottom of the ring and watched the fights between many fellow disciples on the stage.

On the ring.

It was a young senior brother in his twenties, with the cultivation level of the sixth level of Qi Refining. He was hiding behind an ice shield suspended in the low air, and at the same time, he kept pinching his hands to summon ice cones to fight the enemy.

Sharp, cold ice cones shot forward.

There are eight spiritual roots in the world of immortal cultivation, namely gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, and ice, and naturally there are spells of various attributes.

Most cultivators will practice spells of their own spiritual roots, but there are exceptions.

For example, the Cloud Summoning Spell is a spell of both water and wind attributes, and the Wind Blade Spell he cast is also a spell of wind attribute.

Even if you don't have the corresponding spiritual roots, you can still cast it.

But the power is far less than that of cultivators with corresponding spiritual roots.

Since this senior brother is in the outer sect, he is naturally not a cultivator with ice spiritual roots. He must have taken a fancy to the spell characteristics of the Ice Cone Spell.

After hitting the target, a chill will be generated, attacking the opponent's meridians, making the speed of his spiritual power running slower and slower.

Even if it hits the protective shield, it will have the same effect, but it needs to be accumulated a few more times.

The one fighting against him was a sturdy senior brother with slightly yellow skin and a round face. In front of him were two stone puppets.

The stone puppets had thick stone armor on their bodies, which had extremely strong defensive power. In their hands, they could condense the earth cone technique and shoot it forward.

The two fought back and forth on the ring. A thick layer of frost accumulated on the body of the stone puppet, and its movements became slower and slower.

The young senior brother's eyes moved, and he touched the storage bag, and a golden long sword flew out immediately.

Whoosh.

He went around the stone puppet and stabbed the yellow-faced senior brother fiercely.

Bang!

Suddenly, at this moment, the bodies of the two stone puppets suddenly cracked, and a thick layer of stone armor fell off by itself.

The frost on it naturally fell to the ground.

A stone puppet immediately ran to the front of the golden sword, and with lightning speed, his heavy palms clasped together with a "snap".

In an instant, he firmly controlled the golden sword.

The yellow-faced senior brother proudly waved his hand, and a spell fell on the body of another stone puppet.

The stone puppet opened his palm, and the palm moved, and suddenly a yellow light flashed, and more than a dozen sharp earth spikes shot out.

Bang bang bang!

A series of explosions came down, and the azure ice cones and yellow earth spikes collided with each other.

The battle between the two fell into a stalemate again.

After watching for a while, Lin Chen's eyes flashed, turned around, and walked towards other arenas.

He needed to learn more about the methods of some powerful senior brothers. This outer sect competition will last for three days.

The first day is the preliminary selection, and the top 160 will be selected in the final.

The speed of the duel was also the fastest, with many brothers at the sixth level of Qi training fighting against fellow disciples at the fourth or fifth level.

If there is no powerful technique or means to make up for one or two small realms, it is basically difficult to cross.

......

The subsequent duels went very smoothly. Lin Chen met a brother at the fourth level of Qi training. He only used a rain-praying technique to completely defeat the opponent.

Defeat.

Of course, as the fight continued, his methods were exposed to everyone.

He was neither the strongest outer disciple nor the disciple with the most bizarre magical powers.

But because the magic weapon he used was too strange, it was a rain-praying magic card, and he rushed to the top 160, Lin Chen's reputation with the rain-praying technique quickly spread throughout the outer sect.

Some fellow disciples even came to him specifically to find out the tricks of the rain-praying technique. After all, other fellow disciples had practiced the rain-praying technique to some extent, but they were not as powerful as Lin Chen's.

Afterwards, Lin Chen also took back the innate divine water mixed in the rain at the fastest speed.

Some of the divine water in the remaining rain will quickly dissipate between heaven and earth after a few moments.

......

The next day.

Still on the square, the number of outer disciples gathered not only did not decrease, but even more.

Still the three of the Confucian scholar uncle, the beautiful Taoist nun, and the young uncle.

Uncle Confucian saw all the disciples coming, stood up and said to Lin Chen and others.

"You can stand out from nearly a thousand outer disciples, and you all have special talents in some aspects."

"The following battle will be randomly selected by the referee."

"Our three uncles will pay special attention to you. I hope you disciples will perform well. Even if you don't make the top ten, you still have a chance to enter the inner gate directly."

"I declare that the outer gate competition will continue."

As he said, Uncle Confucian took out the golden bell magic weapon, knocked it lightly, and a crisp bell sound spread out.

Lin Chen looked at the wooden sign in his hand, which showed number 123. He didn't know which brothers he would fight against.

As soon as he finished fighting yesterday, he went to watch the other arenas, just to learn more about the methods of some brothers so that he could be more prepared.

Looking around, 160 outer disciples in gray robes stood neatly in front of the arena.

The inner sect brothers also randomly picked numbers from 1 to 160 from a wooden box.

Then they stood in front of the rings they were guarding, shouting their numbers.

"Number 5 vs. Number 76!"

"Number 3 vs. Number 130!"

"Number 123 vs. Number 88!"

"......"

Soon, he heard his number, Lin Chen's face changed, and he hurried to the ring.