After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

"Oh my god, it turned out to be water and wood dual spiritual roots. This kind of talent is rare in a hundred years!"

The voice from the Gui team's direction attracted everyone's attention.

Every participant needs to undergo a spiritual root test before the match.

Most of the monks with ordinary qualifications have a single spiritual root. If they have three or more spiritual roots, they belong to multi-spiritual roots.

As the saying goes, too much greed can't be chewed, and the same is true for too many spiritual roots.

Many spiritual roots will lead to too many cultivation directions, which will ultimately limit the achievements of monks.

But the talented person with double spiritual roots is a shocking talent that can't be met.

Not only can they cultivate the two attributes to the extreme, they can even use the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint to gain the upper hand when facing most opponents by suppressing attributes.

The only talent that can match it is the mutant single spiritual root.

For example, the ice spirit root is to the water spirit root, and the thunder spirit root is to the gold spirit root. The former is mutated from the latter. On the basis of its original attributes, it also has the power to echo with nature.

Zhou Changming's gaze fell on Lin Chushu involuntarily.

Mortal monks can awaken their spiritual roots at the age of six. At that time, another monk only needs to introduce spiritual power to nourish the meridians to help the child awaken his attributes.

Although when I found Lin Chushu, he had already passed the best age for awakening his spiritual root, but the hero is the hero after all, and the system had already lit up his golden finger for him.

Even if it is not the best time, it will not affect the smooth recovery of Linggen.

Zhou Changming was also deeply impressed by the scene at the time of awakening.

The moment he poured spiritual power into Lin Chushu, the sunny weather outside the window suddenly darkened.

It was clearly hot summer in July, and there was even light snow in the sky without warning, making it very chilly.

At that time, the system prompted to tell him that what the hero awakened was the mutated ice spirit root.

In terms of quality, it is second to none in the world, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

And every catastrophe you will face when you advance your skills is hundreds of times more dangerous than ordinary people.

But Lin Chushu did it.

Extraordinary talent is second to none, the key is his reckless efforts in cultivation, which made the originally sluggish progress smoother.

Now that he stands proudly on top of the crowd, others shy away in awe, Zhou Changming can't help but feel sad while feeling relieved.

At least when his talent was awakened, Lin Chushu did not receive the same preferential treatment as Ye Qingyi.

I value him so much that I hope to give him the best things in the world. Even if the past is irresistible, I will feel deep regret when the scene reappears.

He couldn't help sighing melancholy.

A subtle sound attracted Lin Chushu's attention.

He frowned slightly, and picked up a cup of wolfberry and red date soup beside him:

"But you feel unwell again?"

The thinking of the two is obviously not in the same channel.

Zhou Changming was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized the meaning behind his words, and blushed immediately.

"You..." He tied his tongue,

"You don't need to underestimate me, let alone...belittle yourself."

Lin Chushu was silent, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

He scooped up a spoonful of soup, brought it to his lips to cool it down, and then delivered it to Zhou Changming's mouth.

On the field, the monks who have tested their spiritual roots have already started a competition.The fighting on the field was fierce, but outside the field it was a quiet time.

The sweet taste infiltrated his heart, Zhou Changming looked at Lin Chushu with a smile, and suddenly felt that this was all he wanted in life.

At least at this moment, he has forgotten the boundary between reality and illusion, and his eyes are only full of this person in front of him.

After finishing the medicinal food, he leaned on Lin Chushu's arms and watched the game from a distance.

Their figures were hidden in the shade of the trees, and others couldn't see them clearly, but to Yin Xiangrong, this shallow layer of barrier was no different from having no cover at all.

She forced herself not to look at it, but her fingers still clenched the hem of the clothes in convulsions, and the veins under her skin burst out.

"Xiang Rong, look at these spirit monks, their strength cannot be underestimated."

Just at this time, Xiahou Kun came up.

He originally wanted to find a topic to talk about, after all, there are not many opportunities to get close to Yin Xiangrong in such a grand manner.

But just in time for him to be depressed, she just nodded slightly, then turned her head, not interested in continuing the conversation with him.

Xia Houkun was so angry that his teeth itched, but there was nothing he could do.

How could he not know what Yin Xiangrong was upset about, it was nothing more than frowning because of Lin Chushu.

But right now, if he interferes, he's shooting himself in the foot, so he won't do such unpleasant things.

Cen Yuzhou, who was near Xiahou Kun, took his eyes back leisurely, and turned his gaze to Lin Chushu's direction, with an unpredictable expression.

……

"The first round of the Gui group, Ye Qingyi won!"

In less than a stick of incense, the outcome will be decided.

Ye Qingyi withdrew her long sword Shi Shiran, and bowed to the opponent who got up in a panic:

"Assigned."

The points match is limited to three sticks of incense, and ends when one party exhausts or admits defeat.

In order to prevent the participants from getting injured when they fall out of the field during the competition, Xuan Jisi specially designed protective devices around the martial arts platform used for competitions.

As long as a monk is forced to retreat to the edge of the arena, spiritual power will flow out of the device to share part of the impact.

Of course, in order to prevent those who want to take advantage of this loophole to reduce the difficulty of the competition, the protective barrier is only aimed at the back of the contestants, and it cannot defend against attacks from the front.

The gun repairman opposite Ye Qingyi silently wiped away his sweat.

Although he is older than the monk in front of him, his cultivation level and actual combat skills are far inferior.

If it weren't for the protection of the field barrier, he would have been kicked out of the field by Ye Qingyi.

Although it is defeated now, fortunately it still maintains its dignity.

"I have been taught, I hope to have the opportunity to compete with fellow Daoist Ye in the future."

Gun Xiu bowed his hand in return, turned around and got off the martial arts stage, followed by Ye Qingyi, and when he was about to walk into the crowd, his heart suddenly moved, and he raised his head and looked back.

Zhou Changming, who was eating candied fruit on the mountain, met his eyes.

"Eh?" His cheeks were stuffed to the brim, Zhou Changming couldn't speak for a while, so he could only give him a thumbs up from afar as a compliment.

Ye Qingyi's eyes lit up instantly, like fireworks blooming in the dark night.

"Thank you Xianzun, I will definitely work hard!"

He spared no effort to expend his spiritual power to send the voice to Zhou Changming's ear through sound transmission.

For this kind of childish behavior, Zhou Changming only found it interesting and helpless, shook his head, and didn't think much about it.

Instead, Lin Chushu, who was beside him, raised his eyebrows slightly, hiding a trace of gloom in his eyes.

The first match of the Gui group ended earlier, and the duels of other groups were still in full swing. Zhou Changming was quickly attracted by another group.

The first game of the Xin group is the duel between the spirit race and the demon race.

Compared with the similar physique of the human race, the two on the field are very different.

On the side of the demons is a bear demon with a strong head and a big body, swinging two three-meter-long maces with maces, every attack has the momentum of shaking the earth;

On the other side of the Spirit Race was a petite girl with silver hair hanging down to the ground, and a pair of slender elf ears extending from the soft hair, as light as falling feathers.

Her eyes were the same color as her long hair, and her pretty face was as cold as ice.

Faced with the bear monster's endless attack methods, she only relied on a pair of silver gloves to defend against the enemy, and she seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

"How can this spirit race candidate be so powerful?"

Zhou Changming couldn't help poking Qiu Shengmiao who was watching the battle in front of him.

"You don't know about this, she is one of the most popular contestants in the Spirit Race, her name is Bai Mengli, and her fellow senior sister Ye Guhong is also known as 'Black and White Shuangsha'."

Qiu Shengming whispered in his ear, "Bai Mengli's weapon is Tencel Gloves, which are said to be woven from a special metal in the Spiritual Realm, making them invulnerable to weapons and poisons. Today, the bear demon is kicking the iron plate!" "

Zhou Changming nodded, seeming to realize something.

Although Mirage has a special physique and can accommodate two cultivation modes of spiritual power and energy, it is still one of the races in the spiritual realm.

What's more, when he was in contact with Chu Yuexi who was Tu Ling before, he could also feel the similarity in the structure of their cultivation.

In his own body, the power belonging to Yang Qiao and Qin Cangyan has been difficult to absorb for a long time. Apart from the fact that the meridians are not stable enough, is it also related to him not mastering the correct way of cultivation?

He immediately concentrated on observing Bai Mengli's exercise method.

The girl tossed and turned in the arena, her body was as light as a swallow.

Unlike mortal monks, she does not concentrate her spiritual power on the spiritual weapon to exert its power, but spreads the energy all over her body at all times, maintaining excellent sensitivity and flexibility.

Under the immersion of energy, the surface of the Tencel glove was covered with streamers, and when it came into contact with the bear demon's hammer, it was like a flame melting snow, making the opponent's attack into nothingness.

It's a pity that his own spiritual power is limited, even if Zhou Changming used his eyesight, he could only glimpse the superficial details of Bai Mengli's moves, and he couldn't imagine the energy flow in them at all.

He was a little discouraged, but suddenly there was a chill behind his ears.

As if embracing a handful of fresh snow, the slender and cold fingers brushed over his ears, cheeks, and finally rested on his eyes.

"Close your eyes." Lin Chushu said softly.

Zhou Changming's heart was pounding, and he immediately followed his advice.

The moment he closed his eyes, the scene in his field of vision suddenly changed.

Bai Mengli's movements, which were so fast that they left afterimages, quietly slowed down.

Even without deliberately observing, even the trajectory of the energy path through the meridians has become extremely clear.

This is... Lin Chushu is sharing vision with him?

Zhou Changming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he scratched Lin Chushu's palm lightly like a butterfly's wings. His heart moved, and his voice unconsciously became hoarse:

"The Spirit Race integrates cultivation into breathing. As long as they maintain a state of energy concentration on weekdays, they don't need to specialize in cultivation like mortal monks, and they can quickly increase their cultivation base."

Every sentence of his guidance affects the direction of the spiritual power in Zhou Changming's body.

Zhou Changming began to inhale and exhale slowly, guiding the movement of spiritual power with difficulty.

Lin Chushu behind him also showed full patience and caution, constantly reminding him to correct his mistakes.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and when the first five rounds of competitions in the arena were over, the morning competitions also came to an end for the time being.

Zhou Changming woke up from the state of cultivation, he felt indescribably relaxed and comfortable all over his body, and the two strands of spiritual power that were blocked near his dantian in the past seemed to have been dispelled a lot.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Qiu Shengmiao said enviously, looking at his eyes that were soaked in spiritual power and the precious light was flowing.

"If Master had treated me half as tenderly and patiently as you did when he taught me, I'm afraid I would have surpassed the standards of those first disciples by now."

"Brother, if you don't work hard in your cultivation, what does it matter to Master?"

Jiang Yuzhuo immediately replied, "Not to mention that Chang Ming has only officially started practicing for more than a month, and his spiritual power is already close to the Nascent Soul level. How can such a talent be summed up by the so-called favoritism?"

"Yes, you will know how to quarrel with me. If my brother can't advance before you, it seems that even the position of this disciple will not be able to sit comfortably!"

Qiu Shengmiao was too thin-skinned to be provoked, and left angrily with a flick of his robe sleeves. Jiang Yuzhuo followed behind, and couldn't help but smile on his normally stern face.

"Then let's go back and rest, there is still an afternoon of competition."

Zhou Changming stretched, smiled at Lin Chushu, and skillfully pulled the hand under the sleeve.

The bout of spiritual power cultivation just now cleaned away the impurities in his body, and now his five senses are extremely clear, and even the fine dust in the air can be seen very clearly.

However, the moment he turned around, he suddenly caught a very familiar breath at the end of his nose.

Sweet and greasy, slightly fishy, ​​revealing a faint blood that seems to be there.

The memory picture suddenly turned back, in the devil world, before falling into Lin Chushu's dream, the strange purple black crystal stone he had come into contact with had a similar taste.

Is it—

At the scene of the morning dew test, there is also a magic heart stone?

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