Chapter 31: The Battle Between Warlocks

Lin Qingshan actually hates trouble, but apart from physical cultivation and sword cultivation, is there anything that is not troublesome?

The proportion of monks on the spiritual mountain is about like this, ordinary monks are one hundred, sword cultivation is twenty, fu cultivation is more than ten, warlocks are five, puppet warlocks are about three to five, one is concentrating on alchemy refining tools, and physical cultivation is, oh, physical cultivation is negligible.

Ordinary monks are a little more powerful in playing with treasure bombardment, and ordinary monks of Lin Qingshan's level play palm thunder, summoning heavenly thunder, throwing small fireballs, throwing water swords, or ...... Stone-throwing.

Anyway, watching the scene is a bit like a child playing at home, but the lethality is stronger than that of playing house.

Most of the human spirit roots are relatively messy, so they can also use moves of various attributes, but the power is mediocre.

By the time Lin Qingshan came to the mountainside, it was almost eight o'clock, and the first batch of competitions had already begun.

Before the game, she was too lazy to listen to the nagging of the master and brother, so Lin Qingshan got up early in the morning and disappeared, anyway, the senior brother told her that her first day of competition started at about ten o'clock, and it was useless to go so early.

Although it was useless to say that it was so early, the battle between the monks was still very attractive to her, and the physical cultivation and sword cultivation may not be very interesting, but the other people used real immortal methods, and no matter how many movies she watched in her previous life, it was not as exciting as it seemed on the scene.

Due to the problem of proportion, Lin Qingshan walked around a few rings, basically ordinary monks against ordinary monks, and they can't afford to use magic weapons now, so it's all a back-and-forth temptation of you throwing a fireball and me throwing a water shield.

At first, I thought it was quite interesting, but after a few more glances, I felt that this kind of fist-sized fireball smashed on the body, the lethality is probably similar to that of a lighter explosion, right?

In fact, Lin Qingshan's vision is too high, this kind of fist-sized fireball is no worse than a grenade, but to her, it is almost like a lighter exploding.

These people are not without bright spots, there is a guy who is about the same age as Lin Qingshan, he can summon heavenly thunder at a young age, and the frequency of thunder is still very fast, and when he is close to someone, he can quickly condense the palm thunder, and he has almost no power to fight back against the sword cultivation on the opposite side.

Listening to the discussion of the surrounding onlookers, it turned out that the child on the stage was a three-spirit root, and he was also very talented among the disciples of the three-spirit root, although he was only seventeen years old, he had a very high affinity for the thunder attribute, his cultivation speed was very fast, and the power of thunder was also very strong.

The cultivation of the sword cultivator is all on the top of the sword, but the metal is conductive, he can only concentrate his true qi on the sword body, and completely use the sword to defend.

Every time he heard a snap, the poor sword cultivator had to twitch a few times, and rushed to the young man's side with all his might, and was blasted out by a palm thunder from him, and lasted for more than ten minutes, the handsome sword cultivator let go of the sword in his hand, sat down on the ground, opened his mouth and spit out a black smoke, and then was pushed out by the magic circle in the ring.

Lin Qingshan was amused by his appearance, waved his hand at the victor on the stage, and gave a thumbs up.

Lin Qingshan is always very eye-catching in the crowd, so after the young man on the stage breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately found Lin Qingshan who gave him a thumbs up, he replied to Lin Qingshan with a bright smile, and then was also pushed out of the ring.

When he came down, he tried to talk to the beautiful woman, but found that the big girl had already left.

Lin Qingshan naturally didn't know that she had become a goddess in the hearts of young people because she was too handsome because of her thumbs up, and she needed to accumulate some experience now.

The experience of playing games in her previous life taught her that PK skills are not good, you can watch videos to learn, and the masters will teach you more handsome and practical combos in the videos and some weaknesses of the profession you are not familiar with.

Now she doesn't have the opportunity to watch the video, let alone that condition. The explanations of the senior brothers alone could not turn her into a master, so she avoided the nagging of her senior brothers and ran out to watch the battle of other fellow disciples by herself.

Don't tell her that her senior brother will also lead her to watch the battle of the same sect, and will tell her which side of the battle is more worth learning, and can also explain to her some highlights and shortcomings of the battle between the two sides on the spot, which is more efficient than her own view, she really just wants to avoid the nagging of her senior brother.

Her combat experience was far greater than that of her brothers, and she thought that hearing too many tips before the battle would affect her combat effectiveness.

She was lucky enough to see a battle between a warlock and a puppet warlock. To be honest, the puppeteer really restrains the warlock, especially this guy who plays the puppet sea, he doesn't care at all how many buffs there are on the other party, let alone how many negative buffs he has, he doesn't even need to move his feet.

Just make sure he doesn't get knocked out by the spirit of the guy on the other side, and he's winning.

The low-level warlock not only has a very low attack power, but the attack distance is also very short, although the distance on the buff is very unheavenly, but to this puppeteer on a bunch of weakness, slowdown, ice and snow (it makes people feel that they have come to the South Pole, and the whole body is cold from the inside to the outside), after that, he only has a spiritual shock to hit the other party.

The spirit is shocked to listen to the name and it doesn't feel very good.,In fact, it's really not very bite.,Strictly speaking, it can't be counted in the spell.,It's more like a buff.,Hit people.,It's dizzy.,A few more hits the other party is getting more and more dizzy.,It's easy to make the other party roll their eyes unconscious.。

Unfortunately, the Warlock's fighting style dictates that he must distance himself from the enemy, but after the distance, the Puppeteer's advantage is even greater.

In less than five minutes of the opening scene, the puppeteer had already thrown out seventeen or eighteen puppets.

Most of these golems are insect-shaped, with low attack, high defense, and strange movements, but not too fast.

But he obviously didn't need to make his puppets run faster, because these disgusting things, big and small, already filled half of the ring.

The spiritual shock itself is not a mouthful, but it also has its own power, that is, there is almost no cooling.

Stack a few slowdowns on top of each other, and then put them on the ice, and then the Warlock can throw a lot of mental shock at your face, this kind of combat is simply incomprehensible.

However, he is now unable to find a way to repel those disgusting puppets, and it would be good to be able to take the time to throw a mental shock every ten seconds, and he was powerless to change the tide of battle.

After smashing back a canine-shaped puppet with palm thunder, he was completely surrounded by the other party's puppet, and he couldn't even see the puppeteer's figure.