Guo Ke stretched out his palm, and a bright light emerged from his palm, and then it became brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, like a small sun, illuminating the slightly deep forest through. Wen Jin faced this light head-on, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

"It's now!" Guo Ke shouted loudly, stretched out his palm, hesitated, and bit down on a finger. During the promotion and qi training period, his tiger teeth were as sharp as a knife blade, penetrating the skin and flesh in one fell swoop, and blood overflowed.

You Jiao'er next to her brushed her hands in front of her, and a frost stretched out along the air, like a bridge of ice, connecting outward to Xiang Wenjin. Wen Jin's movements slowed down in an instant, and his every move was quite stiff.

There seemed to be an invisible wall around him that was hindering him. But he grinned nonchalantly, and a flame suddenly burned in his body, swimming around him like a fiery dragon, banishing the chill from the Cryomy.

The walls were melted. Wen Jin's expression suddenly moved, and he stretched out a palm with flames attached. In front of him, the ice mist created by the cryotechnique was suddenly separated by a small red arrow, turning into shattered ice dust. That was Guo Ke's blood archery technique.

The blood arrow hit Wen Jin's outstretched hand, most of which was melted by the flames, but a small part still rubbed against his palm, like a knife cut a small bloody hole, and the blood splashed out like the juice of Hu Guo.

"Not bad......" Wen Jin just opened his mouth, and his expression changed again. He turned, lightning flashed in his eyes, and he ducked to the side like a monkey, and behind him, a few leaves stuck into the ground like blades.

As soon as he stood firm, Wen Jin seemed to sense something, and blocked it in front of him with his hand. A few emerald green leaves streaked past his palms, leaving a few blood marks. With a wave of his hand, the blazing flames spewed in his palm, burning the leaves that followed him to ashes.

Wen Jin held his breath, but he didn't wait for the next attack until the misty ice dust cleared. He straightened up, looked at the opposite side, and found that Guo Kecheng was lying on the ground in a large shape, and even You Jiao'er was sitting on the ground unladylikely.

He closed his palm, and the flame danced like a living creature in his fingertips, then extinguished. Wen Jin paced towards the two, applauded lightly, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, to achieve such a result, it is really talented." ”

He patted Guo Ke's shoulder, with a warm smile on his face, and at the same time said with some admonition: "Even so, you must remember to always pay attention to your spiritual power reserves, otherwise you will collapse to the ground like this." ”

"And." Wen Jin's eyes were full of approval, "I can think of a clever use of the chicken-rib-like light technique, which is good, even if I didn't expect it." He paused, "It's my fault...... Don't underestimate any spells. ”

Rhubarb scurried over and jumped up and down beside Wen Jin, the broken leaves stuck to his body, as if he had just been fished out of a pile of dead leaves. Wen Jin patted its body, raised his head, and looked at Li Wuming with an inquiring gaze: "Master Li, how is it?" ”

Li Wuming was lying on a large branch with his chest crossed, one leg swinging around unconsciously. Hearing Wen Jin's inquiry, he grinned, turned over and jumped off the tree, and patted his robe: "Good job." ”

He walked over to a few people, his robe slid on the ground, and he made a sound like two pieces of straw paper rubbing: "Guo Ke, thinking is a good thing, keep working hard." Guo Ke smiled abruptly.

"You Jiao'er, your talent is one of the most outstanding people I have ever seen, and your bloodline doesn't seem to be ordinary, and you can use ice attribute spells so freely, which is a good job." You Jiao'er smiled implicitly, like an empty valley orchid.

Li Wuming stopped in front of Wen Jin, and the sound of broken dead leaves under his feet echoed like flying flotsam between the mountains and forests. He looked at Wen Jin, his face was a little complicated, and after a long time, he spoke: "The exercises you major in are very powerful, can you tell me where you got them?" ”

"Yes." Wen Jin shrugged, his voice was a little frivolous, like the chirping of chickadees, "I picked it up, it looks good, so I used it." "Picked up?" Li Wuming was slightly stunned, but strangely did not suspect it—he had a sense of trust in Wen Jin from nowhere.

Bowing slightly, Li Wuming glanced at the juice-like blood on Wen Jin's hand, and said gently: "You Jiao'er, use the spell I gave you to treat Wen Jin's hand, you don't need to use it much, your current spiritual power is not very much." You Jiao'er nodded.

She pulled the green silk hanging down like flowing water between her temples, and gently held up Wen Jin's injured hand. Her cheeks were slightly pink, but she kept her hands on them. With the flow of spiritual power, the glowing light flashed.

Wen Jin seemed to hear the sound of waves crashing on the shore. As You Jiao'er's hands moved, the scars on his hands magically shrunk and healed, the blood no longer flowed out, and even the scars were erased. This is the water-based spell "Hydrotherapy".

"Alright." Li Wuming clapped his hands, his voice was not loud, but it seemed to have magic power, attracting everyone's attention, "This is the end of the opponent's training in the first lesson, and the second lesson is next." He looked up at the sky and paused, "Lesson two, tracking." ”

……

The sky darkened. The clouds also seemed to be tinted with ink, as if something was brewing. Quickly, the dark clouds stirred, and black mist flowed out of the cracks, occupying half of the sky.

Yan Zining's eyes completely turned into blazing white flames, pulsing, as if they were swaying with her mood. She looked solemnly upward, and the leaden sky was surging like waves. There was a faint flame condensing in her palm.

She was still in the midst of an enchantment, and even the air seemed to be repelling her. Yan Zining gritted her teeth, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which was then distorted and burned into ashes by the high temperature around her. She wiped her lips, knowing that she wasn't in a good state.

From the outside, she was covered in wounds, and blood was spilling from them, as if she had just been fished out of a river of blood. The clothes hunted in the air, tearing large and small holes on them, exposing the transparent skin to the air.

The flames beneath his skin rushed around like a torrent, looking for an opportunity to erupt. From the inside, almost all the meridians around her body were scorched by the flames, and there were wounds on the internal organs, and what was even worse was that the side effects of the pill were revealed, and a deadly fire poison was flowing through her body.

But she didn't seem to care. She grinned, smiled, and a heroic feeling flowed from her: "How is it, the old lady is not weak, right?" ”