Chapter 270 Backlash
Bian Chenpei does have the capital to be proud.
His father was the Deputy Envoy of the Cardinal of the Taihao Mountain Trial. He himself was in his early fifteen years of age and possessed a high-level cultivation of the Rain Listening Realm, and he was only one step away from the Cloud Patrol Realm.
This speed of practice, even among the talented young generation of Taihao Mountain, can be regarded as outstanding.
'What's the use of the so-called lofty reputation that the world respects and praises? '
Bian Chenpei looked at Li Ang in the audience, and sneered, "Isn't he still in hiding, not even qualified to stand in the ring?" '
In Bian Chenpei's view, strength is always what matters in the end.
A monk without cultivation, even if he is unparalleled in intelligence, can only rely on others,
What is the difference between and those lowly craftsmen who have been unable to get rid of their craftsmanship for generations?
Li Ang, as the number one scholar in Zaiqian's three-year school, is still in the Tibetan state, which must be related to his rumored congenital spiritual defect, and there is no hope in this life.
If you can’t reach the Candle Heaven Realm, you’re doomed to be unable to hold the positions of mountain chief, sacrificial wine, and secretary.
In the future, he will be like Su Feng, a doctor of science, obediently staying in Chang'an Academy and becoming a teacher.
All personal achievements are ultimately making wedding dresses for those in power.
"Ah."
Bian Chenpei smiled faintly, and turned to look at his opponent.
"Hey hey, hey hey."
A Turkic girl named Ashinagaro stretched her muscles and bones under the ring, breathing regularly.
A member of the Ashina family.
Bian Chenpei didn't have much expression on his face. Although Lan Turk was extremely prominent in the northern border, in his eyes, that was all.
First of all, the Ashina family has a large number of people and is not precious.
Secondly, even the Turkic Khan himself must follow the will of Changshengtian and the higher Haotian.
You must know that in history, Yu State had tried several times in history to send troops to destroy the Turks, or at least split the Turks when its own forces were dominant.
It was a part of Taihao Mountain's forces secretly exerting pressure, instructing Jing State and Zhou State Chen Bing border to force Yu State to fight the plan to destroy the Turks, which saved the Turks and maintained the status quo.
Divine power is always higher than imperial power.
Accompanied by the sound of commentary, the two stepped onto the ring.
Ashinagaro's weapons are still the kite-shaped shield and the full moon scimitar, but she uses her own weapon.
And Bian Chenpei's weapon.
He raised his hand and lifted the corner of his waist, revealing a belt somewhat similar to that of Yu Guoxuan.
There are various items hanging on the belt, such as daggers, small iron balls, needle barrels, strings and so on.
"All kinds of martial arts, this is the power of mind."
Bian Chenpei smiled faintly: "Have you ever thought about how you would lose?"
"have not thought."
Ashinagaro shook his head honestly, "But I think a boy who casually lifts his clothes when we first meet must be immoral. Did you do the same thing in Taihao Mountain?"
"you!"
Bian Chenpei's face froze with a smile, narrowed his eyes, and licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue.
The scene of Ashinagaro riding a human-powered plane and flying over Qujiang Pond came to mind again.
If it weren't for this Turkic woman, the news of Bian Chenpei's betting loss to Li Ang might not have spread throughout Chang'an City in such a short period of time, so that the forces of Taihao Mountain could not secretly suppress the news.
Made him the laughing stock of townspeople for months.
Even thousands of years later, it will be recorded in a disgraceful image.
The venomous eyes flashed away,
Bian Chenpei took a deep breath, smiled again, and waited quietly for the referee's action.
The gong sounded,
Ashinagaro slammed on the ground, then tapped his toes quickly, like a falcon waving water, and stepped on dense ripples in the arena.
Tossing and turning, the trajectory of movement is unpredictable, quickly approaching the opponent.
The battle between warriors and Nianshi,
Except for a few warriors who are good at using bows and arrows, and can use special longbows and arrows to carry out long-distance sniping,
In most cases, the distance must be shortened to within twenty steps.
Once close to the body, the martial artist can burst out blood energy, interfere with the opponent's mental power, and then kill him with a single blow of martial arts.
"snort."
Bian Chenpei looked at Ashinagaro who was approaching rapidly, and stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, Shi Shiran raised his arms, crossed them in front of him, the backs of his hands were pressed tightly, and his fingers formed a special hand formula .
嗡—
Listen to the release of high-level thoughts in the rain environment,
The dagger on the belt around the waist came out of the scabbard, cut through the sky and stabbed Ashinagaro directly.
Zheng!
The dagger and scimitar collided in the air, scraping clear sparks,
Ashinagaro's forward movement faltered a little, turned his toes, and twisted his body with the strength of his waist to remove the impact from the dagger. At the same time, he twisted his wrist, turned the machete sideways, and slashed heavily at the dagger.
The recitation device is attached to the mind of the teacher, the more the recitation device is connected with the mind of the teacher,
When attacked, the backlash against the Nian teacher will be stronger.
According to Ashinagaro's prediction, the opponent would either be afraid of being injured, and use his mind to retract the dagger through the air, buying time for himself to charge,
Either it was too late to retract the weapon, and he was hit by his machete, and fell into a state of mind shake.
No matter what kind of result, it is beneficial to oneself.
However,
Bian Chenpei never thought of avoiding this option.
His eyes narrowed slightly, the sound of the dagger piercing through the air accelerated again, and it hit the scimitar blade head-on.
clang!
The sound of gold and iron interlacing was sharp and piercing, making Ashnagaro's palm tremble slightly.
Bian Chenpei stabbed forward heavily with his arms like a battering ram,
The syringe on the belt around the waist opened by itself, and countless needles shot out of it.
These needles are all made of special metal, with tapered ends and thick middle, shaped like a shuttle. Long and narrow, sharp and heavy.
Dozens of rosary needles fell towards Ashinagara like a torrential rain,
The Turkic girl looked dignified, brandishing the shield in her hand, and turning the scimitar into a sword, blocking all incoming needles and daggers.
"One mind and twenty thoughts?"
In the auditorium, Qiu Feng opened his mouth slightly, a little unbelievable.
During the process of learning the Tao, how many ways the mind can be separated is an important criterion for measuring the strength of the teacher.
That's why the academy allows students to learn more and use more, and integrate the application of mind power into their lives.
Small Nian masters who sense the atmosphere can separate up to three or five thoughts and do different things.
The Tibetan state is almost seven or eight. Listening to the rain environment is in the early teens on average.
One mind and twenty thoughts,
And every thought can be commanded like an arm, with equal strength, accuracy, and controllability,
Bian Chenpei's actual combat level is even higher than that of students of the same level in the academy.
Li Ang narrowed his eyes,
Studying in Taihao Mountain really has merit.
(end of this chapter)