Longevity: Starting from the Talent of Infant Growth

After calming down a little, Zhou Ling carefully felt the changes in the blood in his body.

With the improvement of the [Fiery Sun Blood Moving] talent, the blood in his body has been melted into the Fiery Sun Blood.

Each drop of blood contains a powerful blood force, which is more than ten times that of the original ordinary blood.

"Use blood as a guide, use the Great Sun Fist to temper the body and condense the power of the Fiery Sun."

"One hundred drops of Fiery Sun Blood can condense the power of the Fiery Sun, ten thousand drops of Qingyang Power, and one hundred thousand drops of Jinyang Power,... There are also Longyang and Shenyang!"

"The power of the Fiery Sun is already comparable to the power of the foundation-building cultivators, Qingyang is the Golden Pill, and Jinyang is comparable to the Nascent Soul."

Zhou Ling muttered while thinking about the "Three Yang Art".

In other words, if he now exerts his full strength to exert the blood in his body, it is enough to condense an attack power that is no less than that of the second-stage initial physical cultivator.

Of course, such stimulation must consume a lot of energy.

In the future, it can only be used as a trump card to save life.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the scorching sun blood in his body was releasing a scorching halo, tempering his body.

Even though he was not in the state of cultivation now, he still felt that his blood was improving bit by bit.

At this time, Zhou Ling felt that the scorching sun blood condensed in his body was like a small sun, shining with dazzling light.

While nourishing his body, he was in a mysterious feeling, as if he had a new understanding of the Great Sun Fist.

After half a minute, this mysterious breath gradually dissipated.

But he could clearly feel that his current physique had been significantly different.

His understanding of the Great Sun Fist increased a little more.

It took a whole stick of incense for Zhou Ling to calm down his excitement.

With his current blood cultivation, he had the confidence to win even against Li Mu.

"However, Li Yinfeng's blood spirit root has some weird talents, which is not easy to deal with!"

Thinking of the situation of [Illusion Simulation] just now, Zhou Ling frowned slightly.

Then, he thought about the tips that appeared in [Intermediate Observation] and [Intermediate Analysis] in [Illusion Simulation] just now.

After all, the battle situation was urgent at that time, and he did not pay close attention. He just heard the prompt and did not check it.

"Break the law with force!"

As [Intermediate Analysis] appeared, Zhou Ling frowned.

According to the situation in [Illusion Simulation] just now, his original blood and qi power could not break through the opponent's blood and qi suppression, so it was swallowed.

But now that the power of the scorching sun has been condensed, the situation is completely different.

"The power of the scorching sun should be enough to suppress the opponent's blood spirit root blessing!"

Zhou Ling thought to himself.

However, this would consume a lot of soul, so he did not think about it anymore, and then operated the "Qinghui Yangshen Shu" to restore his consciousness.

After all, the Hundred Swords Formation is also his killer now.

If the Great Yang Fist cannot deal with Li Yinfeng, then just use the Hundred Swords Formation, and Li Yinfeng cannot be allowed to enter the Six Daoyuan anyway.

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The next morning, Zhou Ling and his family came to the Lingxia Sect Square.

A red sun rose slowly in the sky, the cool summer breeze blew, and the abundant spiritual energy of the Lingxia Sect made people feel refreshed.

After a while, Zhou Ling also saw Wang Xin and her daughter and He Zijian and his sister.

He Zijian and his sister were in high spirits. It was obvious that the three competitions yesterday had no effect on them.

Zhou Ling greeted them and started chatting with Wang Xin.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As the Si hour arrived, the bell for the start of the competition rang.

"He Zijian vs. Song Wei, competition stage No. 1!"

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"Li Yinfeng vs. Zhou Ling, competition stage No. 6!"

As the voice rang, Zhou Ling walked onto the competition stage No. 6.

Li Yinfeng was already standing on the competition stage, looking at Zhou Ling with a cold light in his eyes.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to have this day."

"Last time I relied on He Zijian to back you up, this time, I will definitely destroy you!"

Although he has good talent, the strength of the Li family in Lingxia Fairy City is far less than that of the He family.

So he had to endure the loss last time.

Later, he wanted to find someone to deal with Zhou Ling, but he didn't expect that this boy had become a Tiangong Guard.

This situation could only temporarily give up his idea of ​​revenge.

After all, killing a Tiangong Guard is a capital crime.

But he has always kept this matter in mind, and from time to time he has looked for opportunities to secretly attack the wine shop.

But after asking around, he knew that the wine shop was still under the name of He Zijian, so he could only let it go.

But now, the enemy's road is narrow, and he actually let himself meet Zhou Ling in the competition.

In this kind of competition, even if he destroyed Zhou Ling, as long as no one died, he would not be in trouble because he could not control himself.

It is a great opportunity to take revenge!

So these days, he has been looking forward to meeting Zhou Ling in the competition.

Now I finally got what I wanted!

Zhou Ling glanced at Li Yinfeng, his mouth slightly raised, and he didn't say much.

Since the other party wanted to destroy me, there was no need for me to hold back, anyway, I had already passed the Xuanyuan Daoyuan assessment.

Even if there was no result in the competition, it would not have any impact on me.

"It's a pity that Zhou Ling met Li Yinfeng!"

Six judges were already seated on the judges' bench.

Instructor Xiao touched his chin and said with a little regret.

"Yes, the blood spirit root has obvious advantages. If there is a suitable practice, it is possible to enter the golden elixir or even the Nascent Soul in the future!"

The ancient teacher of Tianxia Taoist Academy also said with a smile on his face.

"Although Zhou Ling has good actual combat experience, his cultivation level is too low after all. It will be very difficult to defeat Li Yinfeng!"

"After all, Li Yinfeng was already underestimated before, and his current strength is probably no less than that of the four seeded players!"

Several judges discussed each other.

Deacon Qin also had a look of worry on his face.

Regarding the conflict between Zhou Ling and Li Yinfeng, he had heard from He Zijian.

"If Zhou Ling is in danger later, I still have to take action. Don't let him be hurt by Li Yinfeng!"

Deacon Qin thought to himself.

"The competition begins!"

As the judges' voices sounded.

On the stage, Li Yinfeng's eyes flashed with coldness, and hatred surged up and down in his chest like a tide.

"go to hell!"

With an angry shout, Li Yinfeng accelerated his feet, punched in his hand, and a bloody fist light vortex condensed.

Instantly bombarded towards Zhou Ling.

The bloody whirlpool roared, releasing a breathtaking aura.

"Black Evil Fist!"

Zhou Ling's pupils condensed.

The strength of this punch was almost exactly the same as what he had experienced in [Illusion Simulation] last night.

There is a devouring aura in the bloody vortex, which becomes more obvious as the distance gets closer.

With the experience of last night's challenge, Zhou Ling was not afraid.

As soon as he made a fist in his hand, a wave of heat swept through his body, and he also condensed the Dayang Fist to attack the opponent.

"This kid is crazy, how can he use Dayang Fist to resist the Li family's Black Evil Fist?"

"This Dayang Fist doesn't look like the crappy Dayang Fist you see on the streets!"

"Hey, it's interesting now. It's just begun, and the two sides are fighting hand-to-hand like this!"

There was a lot of discussion among the people watching.

After all, now, only Zhou Ling, who is at the sixth level of qi training, attracts more attention than several seed players like He Zijian.

"Hmph! Then let me show you the power of the Black Evil Fist!"

Seeing Zhou Ling receiving the Black Evil Fist head-on, Li Yinfeng's eyes flashed with joy.

The blood poison contained in the fist light was just enough to destroy this boy!

The fist light suddenly burst out with blood, like a giant python opening its bloody mouth, with astonishing ferocious power.

He was extremely resentful towards Zhou Ling, so he used his trump card, the Black Evil Fist.

And coupled with the unique blood-devouring power of his blood spirit roots, it can greatly suppress the opponent's attacks!

"Dayang Fist!"

Zhou Ling quickly stimulated ten drops of Lieyang essence and blood in his body and punched out.

In an instant, a fierce fist light condensed like a small sun.

Then bombarded out.

Two fist lights hit the air and violently struck together.

"boom!"

Where the two of them fought, a vortex of explosive fist power formed.

As the vortex roared violently, deep scratches were scratched out on the glazed jade on the competition platform.

After a brief stalemate, the two figures separated.

Li Yinfeng's expression changed slightly. He originally thought that even if this punch could not knock Zhou Ling away, it would at least inflict blood poison on him.

But Zhou Ling didn't seem to be hurt, but he himself was so shocked by the power of Dayang Fist that his whole body ached, and he retreated to the edge of the competition platform before he stabilized his body.

Zhou Ling, on the other hand, only retreated about a foot and then stabilized, his breathing was stable, and he was obviously not affected at all.

"How can it be!"

Li Yinfeng's expression changed slightly and he exclaimed unconsciously.

In this punch, he used almost 80% of his blood power, and with the help of the characteristics of the blood root, he was unable to cause any harm to Zhou Ling.

You know, this punch of yours is no less than a magical attack from the ninth level of Qi training!

"How can this little guy Zhou Ling master Dayang Fist to such an extent at such a young age?"

A look of surprise flashed across Xiao Jiaoxi's eyes, and he said in surprise.

"I'm afraid this is the Dayang Fist of the Perfect Realm. It is already a good trump card in the Qi Training Realm."

Hu Jiaoxi said with a satisfied look.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ling not only has a good talent in inscriptions, but also in combat, this talent is not compromised at all.

Several other judges also looked surprised. The power of Li Yinfeng's Black Evil Fist just now was scary enough.

But he was defeated directly by Zhou Ling without any tricks.

You know, Zhou Ling's cultivation level is two steps lower than Li Yinfeng's.