Sending Mount Tai away, Zhao Xingchen began to meditate, and his consciousness sank into the sea of knowledge.

"What is this?" Entering the sea of knowledge, Zhao Xingchen first saw a ball of light light wrapped in something like a light blue silver needle, so Zhao Xingchen subconsciously asked.

"It's a mental attack." Spirit said.

"Psychic attack? Attacking me? Where did it come from? Zhao Xingchen jumped, the mental attack is not a joke, the serious one will either die directly or become stupid, isn't the predecessor killed by an accidental attack, but someone wants to kill himself? Zhao Xingchen thought of a lot in an instant.

"Anla, it's just a small mental attack, it won't be fatal, it will only have an effect on people below level ten, and those below level ten will have convulsions and pain all over their bodies, and they also have a hint of coldness." Ling pouted and said very humanly.

"That's scary?" Zhao Xingchen patted his chest (although it was only in the form of consciousness) and was afraid for a while.

"You haven't said whose attack this is?" Zhao Xingchen was speechless, those who can do spiritual attacks are all strong people, why do you have nothing to do with a small person.!

"Who else, who else but your beautiful teacher Anya can have in this school." Spirit said.

Zhao Xingchen suddenly remembered, and suddenly felt a tingling pain on the top of his head during class, and then thought it was an illusion, it turned out to be a spiritual attack from Teacher Anya, and the loss was sealed by the spirit, otherwise, thinking about the feeling of being hit, Zhao Xingchen felt his muscles twitch subconsciously.

"So what about this now?" Zhao Xingchen pointed to the blue spirit attack in the ball of light and asked Ling.

"You don't need to deal with it, you can use it the next time you meet an opponent at level 10, for example, the guy who is fighting with you, as long as you nail this to the other party, the opponent will be hit immediately, and you can kill him instantly, but if you give him time, the opponent will recover as before, so it must be killed in seconds within the time when the enemy is hit."

"So powerful?" Zhao Xingchen is surprised, this is inadvertently a killer feature, it is a little too chicken, no, it must be kept for a greater effect.

"It's a waste to deal with that sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy, and it's not going to be a good thing. Yes, it's important to improve your strength. ”

"Ling, I need combat skills, preferably suitable for killing insects, to be able to use both the human body and the mecha, there must be a move to crack the move that is entangled and covered by tentacle worms."

"Good master, the spirit will decompose and calculate the sword skills and sword skills that people in this world are familiar with, and then calculate and combine the battle skills suitable for the master for the master."

Ling really did not disappoint Zhao Xingchen, he deserved to be a super intelligent brain, I am afraid that it is countless times more clever than the highest-level light brain of people now.

Next, Zhao Xingchen began to meditate, first of all, to recover the spiritual power that had not fully recovered, and then to continue to condense the spiritual stars, and almost five hours had passed after doing all this.

In the end, Zhao Xingchen's spiritual power stopped at the late stage of the third level, and he was still a little short of breaking through, Zhao Xingchen was not angry, spiritual power cultivation was not so easy, last night to break through the first level, it may be that the predecessor did not break through the accumulation for a long time, or it may be that he passed through the soul to be strong, in short, he is also fatal.

In the early stage of cultivation, spiritual power and martial arts are still progressing together, and only after reaching the tenth level will they gradually separate from the major of spiritual power or martial arts.

Of course, there are many people who simply practice martial arts like Taishan.

"Ling, are you ready for the sword skills I want?" Zhao Xingchen looked at Ling and asked.

"It has already been calculated and combined successfully for the master, there are a total of six types of combat skills, if the first five styles can be integrated and practiced to the extreme, there will be no flaws, even in the face of ten thousand swords, the rain of bullets can not be harmed, the sixth type is the synthesis of the first five types, and it is also the most difficult to practice, the probability that humans can practice is less than one in a billion, and it is even more difficult to use with mecha, but it is definitely the most practical and effective move to be surrounded by insect swarms."

"Then can I cultivate?"

Zhao Xingchen knows that all martial arts are not so easy to cultivate, not to mention the time-consuming and laborious, it may not be able to be practiced, the talent is good, the bad is only crying, like the spirit of this combat skill that can block the rain of bullets, it must be extremely difficult to cultivate, although he is a traverser, but Zhao Xingchen maintains a serious skepticism about his talent.

"Don't worry about this, the spirit will use the master's soul power to continue to evolve in the master's sea of knowledge, until it is completely suitable for the master, the master only needs to temper a little in normal times, as for the use of the mecha, for the time being, the master can only need to conduct simulation training with the mecha, because the mecha engine on the earth cannot be used with most combat skills, the spirit has minimized the obstacles between the two, and when the master has his own mecha through the transformation of the spirit, all this will not be a problem."

Zhao Xingchen opened his mouth wide and looked at Ling in surprise, it turns out that this little thing still has so many functions, is this completely a portable plug-in, others practice combat skills, practice for several years or even decades, they may not be able to be proficient, they can be perfect by practicing casually, and it is not possible to estimate that they will not be able to remain strong.

There is also the transformation of the mecha, Ling Ke said that this world is at most a third-level interstellar civilization, but the former master's is a ninth-level interstellar civilization, close to the existence of gods, how advanced their technology is, how powerful the mecha is, it is really exciting, Zhao Xingchen feels excited when he thinks about it.

Zhao Xingchen divided the soul body into six small strands and gave them to the spirit to use to evolve combat skills, but he didn't see how the spirit moved, but saw that the six spiritual forces condensed into six virtual villains, each of which held the same virtual sword in his hand.

The spirit villain began to move, and the first five villains practiced the first five types of combat skills at the same time, but the order was disrupted, no matter how many styles came out first, the five styles could be perfectly played in the end.

After watching Zhao Xingchen once, he memorized these five styles of swordsmanship, and at the same time, his spirit and body were connected, and he felt as if he had been practicing swords.

These styles, the swordsmanship is fast, light, like the wind-like invisible substance, so that the opponent has no trace, and the five styles are converted at will to achieve both offense and defense.

The sixth style of swordsmanship, Zhao Xingchen finally knew why it was difficult for Ling Shuo to cooperate with the earth's mecha, this type of human body rotated 720 degrees in an instant, and at the same time slashed out a thousand swords in different directions.

If it weren't for the evolution of the spirit, Zhao Xingchen would never believe that there was such a move in this world, it was almost impossible for humans to practice, Zhao Xingchen even suspected that even if he could use spiritual power to evolve, it would be difficult for his body to perform it.

This style needs to mobilize the bones and joints of the whole body, every muscle and even every fine bubble to move together to be able to perform, this style is exquisite on a pole word, extremely fast, fast to a moment only thousands of swords, light and sword shadows.

It is difficult for the human body to make the action of the sixth type, and it is almost impossible for the mecha to play the sixth type, first of all, it is impossible for the mecha design alloy joint to make so many movements in an instant, and secondly, there is no engine that can instantly push the mecha to rotate 720 degrees, and this design is not considered in the manufacture of the mecha.

"Let's call this set of swordsmanship the Extreme Wind. Extreme wind, the sixth form is also called 'extreme wind storm'" Zhao Xingchen said, the sixth form is fully deployed like a tornado, if it is in the middle of the insect swarm, it is like a huge meat grinder.

"Let's start practicing simulation." Zhao Xingchen said to Ling.

He was talking about cultivation, not a simulated battlefield, Zhao Xingchen knew that the most important thing now was to improve his strength, and now he would also fail quickly when he entered the simulated battlefield, and it would consume spiritual power very much.

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Time is like flowing water, always passing inadvertently, and seven days pass in a blink of an eye.

During the seven days, Zhao Xingchen was immersed in continuous cultivation and learning.

At the end of school on this day, the students walked to the dueling arena in groups as if they had discussed it in advance.

After all, there are very few people who choose to duel on the dueling platform, and people who are not necessarily dead on the dueling platform will definitely see blood, in this era of life for war, the most stimulating human nature is blood, and it is normal to break arms and legs, anyway, the current medical technology can be connected again as long as there is money.

In a richly decorated classroom, the learning equipment is not known to be many times more advanced than other classrooms, this is the best classroom in Dragon City, gathering all the seventeen or eighteen-year-old students in Dragon City who have graduated with spiritual power or combat power level 7 and above.

"Class leader, Peng Shao has already gone to participate in the duel, and Xiao Gongzi has already brought people to cheer, let's go too." A short haired little beauty with obviously dyed blonde hair whispered to a beautiful woman sitting opposite, her voice was soft and penetrating, if it was a man, he would definitely be caught in the bones.

I saw a beautiful woman called the squad leader, three thousand black hair like a waterfall, swaying lightly without wind, unspeakable natural and ethereal, the same face as a goddess, willow eyebrows like a slender scimitar, a sharp heroic spirit, like an angel with eyes as clear as autumn water, with a slightly straight nose, bright red cherry lips of just the right size, outlining a beautiful poetic and picturesque scene, even poetry and painting are not as beautiful as her beauty.

She is the princess in the minds of all the students in Dragon City, the goddess of perfection, but at this moment the goddess is in a daze, as if she has fallen into a memory—————— "You are my wife!" On that day, suddenly a teenager dressed in ordinary clothes suddenly stopped in front of him and said this sentence in front of many people.

Everyone thought that this young man had blasphemed him, and he thought so at first, but when he looked at the clear eyes of the young man, he seemed to see some kind of entanglement in the fate of the two people, just like the past and present lives.

"Is he the man I was meant to be?" The beauty asked herself in her heart, in fact, she has been asking herself this recently, but she dares not to believe it and does not want to believe that her other half should never be so mediocre.

"Squad leader? Monitor? The blonde girl asked twice in a row, pulling Ling Fei back to reality.

"Xiao Gongzi, they have all gone to the dueling arena, let's go over too!" The blonde girl said.

"I ......, I suddenly felt unwell, so I won't go, you guys go, just come back and tell me the result."

She suddenly felt that she was worried and afraid, and she was afraid to face that teenager again? Or are you worried that he was beaten too badly and can't bear to watch it? I can't tell you myself.