Li Shen stares at the picture closely.

The young man inside stepped forward with his right foot, bent his right hand to his left arm, and swept his sword horizontally.

This move is called Dao Shi Yi.

Thinking carefully about the battle just now, he stepped back with his right foot because of timidity.

Li Shen stood up and tried two footwork techniques. It turned out that it was more convenient to use strength as recorded in the book.

It suddenly dawned on me.

The young man holding the wooden sword just now said that his footwork was unfamiliar.

He was also wondering why he was only lifting his feet when he also learned his hand skills now.

It turns out that I really took the wrong step.

That brother not only has a broad vision, but also has a very good character.

Li Shen secretly praised.

I looked up and looked around, but didn't find it.

When I glanced at the stage, I realized that the wooden sword brother had already started fighting.

I saw Brother Mujian dressed in coarse linen clothes and with dark skin, resembling a small farmer.

His opponent was covered in Luo Qi silk, and it was obvious at a glance that he was born into a wealthy family.

When the two fight each other, the difference becomes even greater.

The wealthy man's sword skills matched his clothing, and he was in a gorgeous style.

A sharp sword made a sharp sound, drawing a beautiful arc.

The dull wooden sword in Brother Wooden Sword's hand looked powerless, and it seemed slow and rigid when he swung it in his hand.

But even a layman like Li Shen could see that the swords danced beautifully in the hands of the rich, but like flowers in the rain, they would soon fall apart and become muddy.

However, the Mujian brothers became more and more fluent, step by step, and pushed their opponents to a dead end.

The wealthy man gritted his teeth and persisted. When he saw that he could no longer resist, he threw his sword aside.

Li Shen was happy for Brother Mujian in advance, but he saw the rich man quickly made a few gestures with his right hand, then raised his left hand, grabbed it out of thin air, and with a "boom", he actually grabbed a small fireball.

"Wow!"

Li Shen exclaimed, stood up from his position, his eyes widened.

Attracting attention from all around.

Although there were sounds of surprise in the audience, what was surprising was that another disciple who had not yet reached the Qi refining stage performed a spell.

But no one screamed as loudly as Li Shen.

The small ball of fire, only as long as the middle finger and the size of a palm, floated lightly and skillfully on the left hand of the wealthy man.

Li Shen's eyes gleamed.

Since he came into contact with monasticism, he has seen many bizarre scenes, and there are also many that are beyond the scope of science and technology.

But this kind of technique of rubbing fireballs with hands and directly hitting human instincts still made him sigh loudly and almost uttered a few curse words.

No curse words can perfectly express his inner joy.

So many myths, so many legends, so many stories, they all start with a fireball!

Brother Mujian had no expression on his face, and seemed to be used to the magic.

I saw him swinging the wooden sword left and right in the air, and finally laid it across his chest.

Li Shen was confused, wasn't he going to dodge?

How could a wooden sword like this one withstand a fireball?

At this time, the rich man swung his left hand sharply, and the fireball flew toward the wooden sword brothers with a scorching flame.

The wooden sword brothers looked at the fireball, put away the sword blade, and used only the blade of the sword to wave their arms and hit the fireball.

Everyone in the audience said "Oh".

When the ball of fire came into contact with the wooden sword, it did not explode or ignite. It was like a ball of red hydrangeas that was slapped aside by the wooden sword.

It flew another two meters before dispersing in the air, like a small flaming red firework falling down.

The rich are stunned for a moment.

Before the fireworks exploded, Brother Mujian had already strode forward, dragging his wooden sword behind him, and punched him with his left hand.

This punch was so powerful that the rich man could not hide in time, so he could only close his eyes and tremble slightly.

After waiting for a long time, no pain came, so I opened my eyes.

The simple swordsman had put away his fists and sword and stood aside.

The referee shouted:

"Chen Feng wins!"

Chen Feng held the wooden sword and jumped off the ring. He did not look at the crowd, but glanced at Li Shen and nodded slightly.

Li Shen smiled and waved, unable to contain his excitement, he sat down and asked Shen Mengyue:

"Senior, can I also learn the fireball technique just now?"

"Which one?"

Li Shen imitated the posture of the wealthy and bluffed his left hand, pretending that there was a flame coming out of it.

Lou Lingyun looked at Li Shen's palm and said:

"This should be a very low-level technique, it only takes a little practice."

"I just don't know if your spiritual roots are suitable for fire spells."

Spiritual roots?

"The cultivation qualifications of those who cultivate immortality and Taoism." Lou Lingyun added.

"The fireball technique can be done without the fire spirit root."

Shen Mengyue slowly opened her fingers, revealing her pink and tender palms.

Li Shen looked closer and could see the fine lines on her palms, and there was a faint light coming from these small lines.

The next moment, a flame as small as a candle ignited out of thin air from her palm.

The flame gradually heated up, with blue light in the inner circle and red light in the outer circle, expanding to the size of a tennis ball and never moving again.

Li Shen moved his head slightly away, adjusted his sight, and realized that the flame was wrapped with a translucent rune film.

It is this film that prevents the flame from continuing to expand.

"Do you want to try it?" Shen Mengyue asked.

Li Shen glanced at her in surprise and nodded.

So she stretched out her little hand, like handing out a tennis ball, and handed the fireball to Li Shen's hand.

A downward force pressed down on his palm, which immediately made him a little scared.

I thought this thing wouldn't explode directly in my hand.

Unexpectedly, the fireball just floated obediently in his palm.

Li Shen could feel its warmth, and his palms gradually began to sweat.

Put your face close to it, as if leaning against a heater.

Try to move your right hand around, and the fireball always remains above your right hand, neither high nor low, and its position does not change at all.

This feeling is too subtle.

It’s close to Li Shen’s feeling when he drove for the first time after getting his driver’s license: Human beings can actually control such a thing.

I want to play around with it for a while longer.

Li Shen's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly called his senior and handed the fireball back.

After only holding the fireball for a few seconds, the remaining spiritual energy was cut in half again.

The "spiritual energy needle" in the arm and abdomen happened at the same time, and I frowned in pain.

Shen Mengyue took the fireball and slowly closed the five fingers of her left hand. The fireball seemed to cooperate with her and slowly shrank, and the heat disappeared in a blink of an eye.

I originally saw those cultivators, one making a small tornado, and the other making a fireball, and I thought that the spiritual energy consumption would not be large, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

No wonder Fatty Wu wanted to shout, asking Wu Mazi to use his special move.

Among this group of people who have not yet reached the Qi refining stage, magic is something that cannot be used indiscriminately.

"Senior, what kind of spiritual root do you have?"

"Light."
To be continued...