Chapter 52 52%

Of course, this competition will not end here. After casting three or four spells in a row, Ji Qingzhuo felt that his mana was consumed a lot.

She couldn't restore her mana on her own, but—she wanted to win.

When she was on the competition stage, of course she didn't think about fighting to see if she could win, because she wasn't very interested in fighting, and she felt that her chances of winning were very low, so it wasn't worth paying the price.

But—Ji Qingzhuo clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly, she thought, after taking the stage, this Wen Ying actually said that her magic weapon was unlucky, she couldn't stand this, the things she cared about were always strange.

So even though she knew her odds of winning were low, she still wanted to… give it a try.

Wen Ying is not a good opponent to deal with. Seeing the vines wrapping his limbs tightly, he quickly reacted while harnessing the magic weapon. He shot out an open fire art and wanted to burn the vines to the ground. At the same time, he cooperated with the wind spirit art. , the wind fuels the fire.

He was equivalent to using three different spells at the same time, which made the monks in the audience couldn't help but say: "Wonderful, I didn't expect him to be able to control three kinds of spells at the same time, and I didn't know Ji Qingzhuo. How to deal with…”

Once the vines are burned and Wen Ying catches up with her, Ji Qingzhuo has no ability to fight back.

In the understanding of these monks, at this stage of their cultivation, being able to cast three spells with different attributes at the same time is already outstanding, because different spells need to be distracted and controlled—probably, controlling the left and right hands to write two different spells at the same time. The same words as that.

The more spells that require distraction control, the stronger the support of divine consciousness is required, and the use of multiple spells in combination can only be handy at the Jindan stage or above.

However, in Ji Qingzhuo's view, the things that these monks find difficult are extremely simple. She controls spells, but it seems that she is solving a precise mathematical problem, and her brain's computing power is far more than that.

Seeing Wen Ying Minghuo combined with the Wind Spirit Art, Ji Qingzhuo raised his hand, and another water diversion art fell. The clear spring was like a flexible snake, directly drilling into the flame root of the Open Fire Art, cutting off the large amount of air brought by the Wind Spirit Art. , her spell control is very delicate, and the use of every trace of mana is exquisite.

Such a beautiful application of spells can be regarded as art. Ji Qingzhuo manipulates simple five-element spells, like playing with the rhythm of aura, with skill and elegance.

Her few small operations weakened Wen Ying's momentum, and when she noticed that Ji Qingzhuo was actually casting four different spells at the same time, Wen Ying's eyes widened.

This... how is this possible, where did her cultivation base come from, where did the powerful consciousness come from?

Wen Ying was surprised, but Ji Qingzhuo ignored one thing, that is, as a monk, he has a lot of strength and spiritual energy.

The vines haunt him, in fact as long as—

Wen Ying tugged with both hands, directly breaking the fragile vine that Ji Qingzhuo summoned.

When he made this move, Ye Duanhong, who had been observing the situation on the competition stage, lowered his head, recorded it on the paper with a blank face, and deducted points for him.

The magic class assessment is to see the tricks and fight against the learned spells. If you think about using other powers when you first start learning spells, without laying a good foundation, your future cultivation will not go far.

In fact, Wen Ying also knew that what he did was inappropriate, but... He simply didn't want to lose face in front of Ji Qingzhuo. He was young and vigorous, just the age of good face.

"Wen Ying is confused. If you increase the output of the open fire technique, it is not impossible to burn the vines."

"Well, this point is deducted, even if you win, the score shouldn't be high."

"Wen Ying is too good." Someone commented.

But only Shen Rongyu, who has been observing the competition stage, knows that Wen Ying's blushing appeared when he broke the vine on his hand, and he knew that he just didn't want to show his weak side to Ji Qingzhuo.

Shen Rongyu chuckled, his eyes fell on Ji Qingzhuo in the air, but unfortunately she really... can't understand.

Ji Qingzhuo didn't notice Wen Ying's careful thoughts at all, she saw Wen Ying Yujian coming towards her, holding an umbrella, turned around and ran.

A few qi of Gengjin passed by behind him, and it was the flying blade summoned by the Fenjin Jue. Ji Qingzhuo listened to the sound of the flying blade breaking through the air, calculated the direction and landing point of the flying blade, and rotated his body to avoid it.

On the test stage, a tiny airflow surrounded her body, her skirt swayed, and a beautiful flower spun out. She was hiding in a graceful and graceful figure, but no one appreciated her figure, and what was even more shocking was her A way to evade attacks.

"This... such an accurate prediction ability..."

"How did she find out where the flying blade landed?"

"I have Nascent Soul cultivation, so I can see through the trajectory of these attacks. She is only in the period of qi cultivation. How did she do it?"

However, just when everyone was surprised by Ji Qingzhuo's excellent evasion ability, she was in trouble again.

It's good that she has strong calculation skills, but her physical strength is really poor. When the last flying blade attack passed by, although she already knew the direction of it, but... she was... tired of hiding.

Ji Qingzhuo's body and arms were very heavy, and his mind moved, but his body was too tired to move.

The last flying blade would have pierced into her left arm, but Ji Qingzhuo was wearing clothes that Shen Rongyu brought her to buy, and had a certain defensive ability, so she just felt that she had been bumped.

She lost her center of gravity and rushed forward. Fortunately, the umbrella opened and she swung again with her.

"I think it is necessary to add the training of the disciples' physical fitness to the next batch of disciples."

"Look, this is the consequence of not exercising normally."

"Cultivation can also forge the body. In addition to strengthening the meridians, where did the spiritual energy she absorbed go to strengthen?"

Many people began to talk about Ji Qingzhuo's physical fitness, but Shen Rongyu raised her eyebrows slightly when she was hit.

She was hurt again.

Ji Qingzhuo's left arm was hit, and it hurt a lot. She frowned. She wanted to end the competition quickly, but her mana was not enough.

So, when the blue sword in Wen Ying's hand was about to hit her, a water curtain called by the Water Diversion Art was raised in front of her, confusing Wen Ying.

But Wen Ying was unmoved, his sword penetrated the water curtain in front of him, and still chased Ji Qingzhuo away.

Ji Qingzhuo held the umbrella and retreated quickly, with flowers falling on the umbrella in her hand, blocking Wen Ying's sword edge again and again, her body was weak, and she kept flying backwards.

Although the water curtain is useless, Ji Qingzhuo still summons the water curtain again and again. She is guiding Wen Ying to fly in her direction in this way. Moreover, she also uses the wind spirit technique together, and does not summon the gust of wind. Instead, it controls the air temperature drop around the water curtain.

The art of making ice involves the coordination of different attributes of aura, and it is a high-level content of the spell class, but Ji Qingzhuo, on the test table, actually used the water diversion technique and the wind spirit technique to create ice curtains.

Speaking of which, Ji Qingzhuo learned this ability from Frost. The mysterious frost beast summons the whistling wind and snow, which is to condense the water aura first, and then cool it down. When Ji Qingzhuo is in a daze, he likes to pay attention to these details that no one cares about. .

But——Wen Ying can smash the ice curtain she carefully created every time. What's the point of her doing this other than spending mana, Wen Ying's remaining mana is enough for him to attack many times, but Ji Qingzhuo's The mana was bottoming out, and her mana showed no sign of recovering.

Just when everyone wondered why Ji Qingzhuo did this, only a few elders with high cultivation and a few disciples found out the clue. Shen Rongyu naturally knew Ji Qingzhuo's intention. He was thinking, this piece of wood actually has the same when cunning.

In the auditorium, Meng Yaolan, who had been watching the competition, also laughed: "Miss Ji is lying to Wen Ying."

"Yes, in the test, the rule is that you lose if you go out of bounds." Ye Duanhong replied, "Wen Ying, that stunned young man."

Ji Qingzhuo used the ice curtain to guide Wen Ying to the border of the competition stage. She was already very tired, and her mana was about to bottom out. In normal times, she would give up at this time. Whoever likes to fight will fight.

But... she clenched the handle of the umbrella tightly and whispered, "I don't allow it to say that to you."

At the same time, her back was already touching the edge of the competition table, but her calculation was precise, just rubbing the boundary without crossing it.

She raised her plain hand to create the last ice curtain - and the scene in Wen Ying's eyes can only be understood by monks who are in the same direction as him. From his direction, the ice curtain is like a mirror, reflecting the vast competition stage behind him. , gave him the illusion that the boundaries were still far away.

So, he rushed straight towards the last ice curtain. He knew that Ji Qingzhuo had run out of mana, and this time, she couldn't run away.

The sword's edge smashed the ice curtain, with a decisive momentum, there was no possibility of retreat.

Ji Qingzhuo let go of her strength, holding the umbrella and using the last bit of mana to slowly land, the sharpness wrapped by the sword was all blocked by the red umbrella above her head.

Wen Ying, who smashed the ice curtain and rushed over, had no chance of turning back. He directly took control of his sword and fell out of the test boundary.

Ji Qingzhuo was exhausted, she stood still, gasping for breath, the negative feeling from exhaustion of mana hit her body.

After winning, she didn't say anything, just scrambled and quickly ran off the test table and found a corner to sit.

Tired and painful, Ji Qingzhuo sat in the corner, rubbing his slightly injured wrist.

"You..." Yingxiu sat beside her and looked at her in disbelief, "Miss Ji, do you want to find a place first and restore your mana?"

No matter where she went, Ji Qingzhuo couldn't recover her mana by herself, so she could only shake her head.

Yingxiu still wanted to get closer to see Ji Qingzhuo's situation, but with a hand between the two, Shen Rongyu came over at some point.

Shen Rongyu didn't speak, but Yingxiu had retreated. Different from the respect and worship of Shen Rongyu by others, she seemed to be a little afraid of him.

Ji Qingzhuo opened her mouth and wanted to call out Shen Rongyu, but she couldn't make a sound, she was too tired.

Shen Rongyu lowered her eyes and looked at the umbrella she put on her side, the bright red color scorching the eyes: "Why are you so tired?"

He held her wrist, and a steady stream of spiritual energy poured into Ji Qingzhuo's meridians through him, and she came alive like a dry flower in an instant.

"He said... the umbrella is not good." Ji Qingzhuo thought about it, but still told the truth.

Shen Rongyu lowered her eyes, glanced at her, and did not speak any more. She just held her wrist and continued to help her recover her mana.

The two of them were in the corner and didn't attract much attention, because the rest of the cultivators focused their attention on Ye Duanhong.

Ye Duanhong sat in the main seat, holding an ink pen, quickly wrote numbers on the paper, and calculated the scores of the two.

It took Wen Ying a stick of incense to realize that he lost, but soon, he turned his attention elsewhere to look for Ji Qingzhuo's figure. He remembered that she seemed to be hit by the flying blade he summoned.

How could someone not be able to catch even a flying blade? ! Wen Ying couldn't understand, but he still wanted to go to Ji Qingzhuo to see her injury.

But Ji Qingzhuo hid so well. It was her talent to hide herself in the crowd. Wen Ying didn't find her, so he started to care about his score.

Other elders are also urging Ye Duanhong: "Old Ye, are you okay? If not, I will give you the calculation."

"I told you earlier, if you can't count, just use the abacus, it's not ashamed." Another elder teased.

Ye Duanhong has a high status and strength in the sect. Many monks admire him, and even fear him, but he has a fatal flaw, that is, his calculation ability is too poor. spend most of the day,

After Shen Rongyu recovered Ji Qingzhuo's mana, he returned to his auditorium. The elder next to him joked, "I feel so sorry for your little sister? I was in a hurry to see her as soon as I got off the competition stage."

"Well." Shen Rongyu nodded and admitted, "Her master is not here after all."

"That's right... But Su Kong has such a good eye to actually accept such an apprentice." Some elders sighed that the cultivation world respects strength. Originally, they thought Ji Qingzhuo couldn't cultivate, so they looked down on her, but this is better than the one on the test stage. The performance was amazing, even Wen Ying was played around by her.

Shen Rongyu nodded and didn't speak any more, but his eyes kept falling on Ji Qingzhuo.

After a long time, Ye Duanhong finally understood. He announced Ji Qingzhuo's score. She used four spells at the same time, and she used the water diversion technique combined with the wind spirit technique to make ice, and used the mirror image of the ice surface to lure Wen Ying. Unexpected scores gave her a lot of points.

Therefore, Ji Qingzhuo undoubtedly won the highest score in the spell class. Meng Yaolan did not encounter too strong opponents and did not need so many complex spell manipulation abilities, so the score was lower than Ji Qingzhuo.

After taking the first place in two courses in a row, except for the training class that came last in the assessment, she actually... beat Meng Yaolan twice?

Many people were surprised, but Meng Yaolan didn't care much about it. She didn't pay much attention to the score, and she didn't do her best in the assessment.

The magic class assessment was successfully completed, and no one would focus on Ji Qingzhuo's magic weapon anymore, because they knew that Ji Qingzhuo really complemented this magic weapon, and there was no other magic weapon that was more suitable for her.

After the crowd gradually dispersed in Baishiya, Wen Ying finally found Ji Qingzhuo sitting in the corner, and he ran over.

Ji Qingzhuo was waiting for everyone to leave, and she left again. Seeing Wen Ying coming over, she picked up her umbrella with her backhand and was about to run away subconsciously.

"Here you are." Wen Ying threw a small medicine bottle in front of Ji Qingzhuo, he blushed and said, "You are too weak, you can't even stand a flying blade."

Ji Qingzhuo took the medicine bottle subconsciously, but Wen Ying turned and ran away. At this time, Shen Rongyu, who was pulled by a disciple in the sect to explain the spell, had just returned.

He saw the back of Wen Ying leaving in a hurry, and also saw Ji Qingzhuo sitting in the same place.

At this time, there was no one here anymore, Ji Qingzhuo was holding a medicine bottle in one hand and a red umbrella beside him, looking rather lonely.

"Zuo Zhuo, go back." Shen Rongyu's eyes fell on the medicine bottle she was holding tightly.

He knew that Wen Ying gave it to her.

She actually took it.

"Well." Ji Qingzhuo picked up the umbrella, got up, and was preparing to fly by himself.

But Shen Rongyu held her wrist and put her on the Snow Burying Sword: "Can you still fly if you are injured?"

"It should have been touched." Ji Qingzhuo touched his arm and whispered, "The quality of the clothes is very good, and it actually blocked the flying blade."

"Go back and I'll give you medicine." Shen Rongyu said, and he made Ji Qingzhuo remember the medicine bottle given by the outsider.

"Wen Ying gave me a bottle of medicine, and I can apply it myself." Ji Qingzhuo won't waste anything. Wen Ying ran away when she lost the medicine bottle, and she couldn't throw away the medicine bottle, she just used it if she could.

"I have." Shen Rongyu said, the Snow Burying Sword under his feet flew away at an extremely fast speed, and even his clothes were fluttering in the wind, which seemed to reflect that his current state of mind was not peaceful.

He was sure that Ji Qingzhuo didn't see that Wen Ying had a crush on her - it was a big breakthrough that she could remember his name.

Why is she just a piece of wood, she doesn't know anything, and when others give her something, she just keeps it away, will she put the medicine bottle in her baby purse later?

Shen Rongyu guessed that Ji Qingzhuo really did it. She opened her small purse and said to Shen Rongyu, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, your medicine is too valuable. This is a small injury for me."

Ji Qingzhuo was going to put the medicine bottle in the half that was filled with food, but Shen Rongyu held her wrist.

"Use mine," he said to her, his tone a little off.

"Then use yours." Ji Qingzhuo has a good temper, she will answer what Shen Rongyu says.

As soon as she released her hand, she was about to put away the medicine bottle when Shen Rongyu stopped her.

"Give it to me." He knew that if he lost Ji Qingzhuo, he would definitely refuse.

"Here you are." Ji Qingzhuo obediently put the medicine bottle in her palm.

She felt that Shen Rongyu was starting to feel wrong again, but she could never feel this faintly jealous atmosphere.

After handing the medicine bottle to Shen Rongyu, she shook the umbrella in her hand and struggled for a long time before she tried it out and asked, "Senior Brother Xiaoyu, am I... a little bit better today?"

The author says:

Xiaoyu: I'm jealous of her taking other people's medicine and putting it in her baby purse.

Takuto: Crazy recalled his actions on the competition field and was proud to start showing off.