Chapter 760: A genius of actual combat

Not good, not good!" Another cultivator had the same feeling as Ban Ji.

He hid his appearance and identity and was very low-key, always watching from the sidelines.

But now, he knew he couldn't stay still.

He took the initiative to walk to Ban Ji's side: "Young Master Ban Ji, I have come to help you!"

He revealed his true appearance and deliberately spoke loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

Ban Ji was surprised, looked at the person, found it was an old acquaintance, and immediately snorted coldly: "Why is it you?"

The person who came was the Rust Disaster Craftsman.

He was shrouded in a dark red iron robe, and under the robe, the outline of a metal skeleton was vaguely visible. Every move he made would make a dull sound of metal friction, and sometimes rust slag would fall down.

The Rust Disaster Craftsman transmitted his divine sense, not polite at all: "Hmph! If it weren't for Ban Jie's heavy reward inviting me to secretly help you, do you think I would come? To see your stinky face?"

The Rust Disaster Craftsman had previously accepted Ban Ji's heavy reward and planned to deal with Ning Zhuo, but Ning Zhuo acted high-profile, making him realize the latter's strength, and coupled with the disappearance of the Pan Silk Lady, the Rust Disaster Craftsman decisively found Ban Ji with the other two, forced a refund, and withdrew.

Ban Ji naturally had no good face for the Rust Disaster Craftsman.

The Rust Disaster Craftsman continued to communicate with divine sense: "Do you think I want to stand out and support your scene on the spot? Temper your temper; do you still think you are in the Ban family?"

"If this continues, you might be targeted collectively again."

"Think about the experience on Green Bamboo Peak!"

Ban Ji gritted his teeth: "That time, I was just careless."

Rust Disaster Craftsman: "Don't say I didn't remind you!"

Ban Ji narrowed his eye slits and fell into silence.

After a few breaths, he moved his legs and came to Lu Zeng, first thanking the latter. After all, just now, Lu Zeng took the initiative to send him a jade tablet.

Lu Zeng is going to do business, so naturally, he will not offend Ban Ji.

Ban Ji received a good response and went to visit Ao Pan. Ao Pan's attitude toward him was as enthusiastic as it was toward Ning Zhuo.

Ao Pan is a person from abroad and needs to make good connections. Since Ban Ji took the initiative to visit, he also wanted to establish a good connection with Ban Ji and

the Ban family.

In his view: You and Ning Zhuo are at odds, but it doesn't hinder me from being good to both!

Ao Pan then visited Tie Zheng, and the latter also responded coldly.

Then he visited Zhang Wangxing. The two sides communicated with divine sense and frequently looked at Ning Zhuo, seemingly conducting transactions and negotiations.

Ning Zhuo naturally always paid attention to Ban Ji, and seeing his actions, he understood in his heart: "Ban Ji was cultivated by the Ban family since he was a child and also has political literacy. The choice of objects for dialogue is particular, and the order is also correct."

With the help of the attitudes of Lu Ban and Ao Pan, Ban Ji broke the deadlock, and soon, many cultivators took the initiative to chat with him.

Ban Ji is, after all, a representative of the Ban family.

The Ban family is a famous righteous sect, and the Wanxiang Sect has never cared about demonic cultivators joining. As long as such cultivators join the sect, they abide by the sect rules.

The Wanxiang Sect's sect rules are almost the least and most lenient among the super sects.

Ban Ji was forced to go down by Ning Zhuo, but he also had skills. He learned from his mistakes and successfully decomposed many of Ning Zhuo's forces, turning from a scene of big defeat to a small loss.

A Golden Core level cultivator walked out of the Profound Armor Cave and announced that the time had come, and the Xingyun Small Trial officially began.

Everyone got permission and took out their identity tablets one after another, pouring into the mountain cave one after another.

The identity tablets were almost all wooden tablets, only Ning Zhuo and Ban Ji held stone tablets.

The moment Ning Zhuo stepped into the mountain cave, his field of vision changed suddenly.

He was in a piece of darkness, and no matter which direction he walked, there were invisible barriers, as if the air had become a wall, sealing him inside.

Ning Zhuo was not panicked. Before he came, he had memorized the information about this Xingyun Small Trial.

Like the Evil-Slaying Hall, the Xingyun Small Trial for the Nine-Layer Profound Soldier Armor was almost unchanged.

Sure enough, the next moment, a divine sense came from the darkness, teaching Ning Zhuo to use divine sense to open the way.

Ning Zhuo urged his divine sense to spread as much as possible in front.

The divine sense was like pushing away a layer of mud, leaving a gap of similar size for Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo moved his legs and kept moving forward, divine sense opening the way in front, opening a temporary tunnel for him to enter and exit.

"This is the first level of the Nine-Layer Profound Soldier Armor's Small Trial, the Divine Sense Level."

"Without abundant divine sense, it is impossible to pass through here."

Ao Pan hunched his back, but he walked with the vigor of a dragon and a tiger.

Tie Zheng hugged his arms, expressionless, with a calm posture.

Lu Zeng rubbed the ruler on his chest, divine sense surrounding his body, constantly radiating, supporting a spherical hollow around him.

This level does not forbid cultivation, so Golden Core cultivators can basically pass. After all, cultivation is a level higher, and divine sense,

magic power, energy, etc., are often superior to Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

And Foundation Establishment stage cultivators have to show their skills.

The surface of Zhang Wangxing's robe was shaking like a wave, walking very slowly.

Ban Ji's eyes were red, glaring forward; the "Greedy Mechanism Demon Heart Art" mainly cultivated the Upper Dantian, so in terms of the scale of divine sense, he was a leader among the Foundation Establishment stage, so there was no obstacle.

Ning Zhuo did not make any preparations in this regard. The reason is that he cultivated three Dantians, and the cultivation of the Mirror Platform Spirit-Connecting Art made his divine sense foundation far exceed cultivators of the same level who cultivated the Qi Sea and Essence Sea.

His advantage in divine sense, unlike Ban Ji, lies in control. So he accurately radiated divine sense, only pushing away the size that could accommodate his body, forming a tunnel, saving time and effort.

Zhang Dadan did not say a word; he mainly cultivated the Essence Sea, and his divine sense used secret arts, tenacious and difficult to disperse, but there was no problem in protecting himself.

The Rust Disaster Craftsman's divine sense was very special; when opening the road ahead, it made a hissing sound, corroding the invisible barriers completely; although the time was slower, it was very easy.

The cultivators who came to participate in this Xingyun Small Trial had almost all investigated the information in advance. Even if not, the previous divine sense transmission had informed the participating cultivators of the relevant content.

Everyone showed their means and kept moving forward.

Around them was endless darkness, without any reference objects, but they were not worried about the direction problem.

Because the rules had already been stated, even if they turned in circles in place, it didn't matter; as long as they persisted for a period of time and the distance reached the standard, they could enter the next level.

Among the three Golden Cores, Tie Zheng was the first to break away and enter the second level.

His divine sense was the sharpest because he used secret arts to transform it.

Followed by Lu Ban and Ao Pan.

Among the Foundation Establishment cultivators, Ban Ji arrived first, followed by Ning Zhuo. Zhang Wangxing, at the peak of Foundation Establishment, fell behind; divine sense was his weakness. Even Zhang Dadan passed faster than him.

Ning Zhuo's eyes suddenly brightened, and he was in a spherical space.

This was still the space within the array, just with a different structure.

In front of Ning Zhuo, a sword was suspended.

The sword body was bronze, and the tip of the sword was vertically facing the ground.

Divine sense transmission informed the rules; Ning Zhuo listened and found that the trial rules for the second level were exactly the same as before, without the slightest change.

Divine sense transmission began to count down.

After counting from ten to one, the suspended bronze sword, as if held by someone, suddenly stabbed at Ning Zhuo.

The tip of the sword broke through the air, the speed made a short and shrill sharp whistle, stabbing directly at Ning Zhuo's throat.

Ning Zhuo's pupils shrank, and his waist bent backward fiercely as if pulled by a strong bow.

Iron Plate Bridge!

The cold sword wind brushed past the tip of his nose, cutting off a few flying strands of hair.

One sword missed, the bronze sword did not have the slightest delay, the sword body trembled, and it took advantage of the situation to change from stabbing to shaving, horizontally wiping Ning Zhuo's neck exposed by his backward tilt.

The sword edge cut through the air, extremely sharp, making a hissing sound like tearing silk.

Ning Zhuo twisted his body.

He had a solid physical foundation, and his body could still force a side rotation in such an awkward posture, driving his entire body to fall to one side.

Swish————

Ning Zhuo's lapel was cut by the sword edge, opening a neat cut. A blood line was also left on his neck; after a few drops of blood seeped out, the muscles tightened, and the bleeding stopped.

Although it was only a scratch, it burned with pain.

Ning Zhuo stood sideways, retreated continuously, and before he could adjust his posture, the bronze sword came again.

This time it was a sweeping slash from bottom to top, the sword light like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, extremely tricky, aiming directly at Ning Zhuo's lower body, where his footing was not yet stable.

Ning Zhuo's eyes sank, his left foot stepped on the ground fiercely, his body borrowed strength to jump backward, and at the same time, his right palm slapped down like lightning.

He naturally would not hard-shake the sword edge, but used the edge of his palm to cut diagonally into the middle of the sword spine; the speed, angle, and strength were all very accurate.

The bronze sword was slapped down and hit the ground; Ning Zhuo took the opportunity to step forward fiercely, but did not step on it.

The bronze sword withdrew backward, avoiding Ning Zhuo's step, and then immediately stabbed forward.

Ning Zhuo adjusted his posture at the critical moment, but the outside of his thigh was still scratched, adding another blood mark.

The bronze sword did not take Ning Zhuo down, changed its tactics, the sword momentum changed, becoming continuous, like a surging river, rushing endlessly!

Point, stab, wipe, pick, shave, chop————various basic sword styles were brought to the extreme, fast enough to drag dozens of green residual shadows in the air, weaving into a deadly sword net, firmly shrouding Ning Zhuo in it!

Ning Zhuo's figure moved and shifted in this death storm, like a lone boat in a stormy sea.

Sweat mixed with blood beads seeping from the wounds, drawing wet marks on his skin.

"Swish!" The left cheek felt cold, a strand of hair flew up with a stream of blood beads. The tip of the sword brushed past his cheekbone.

"Puff!" The right rib linen was cut open, the flesh and blood rolled, and the blood instantly dyed the lapel red.

"Clang!" He couldn't dodge, and could only use the outside of his left forearm to hard-block a diagonal slash; the arm bone felt like it was splitting with pain, the sleeve shattered, and a deep wound reaching the bone appeared, dripping with blood.

Although it was dangerous and wounds were constantly added, Ning Zhuo's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Such difficulty was within expectation, not surprising.

"My close combat, fist and foot skills, only laid a foundation in Fire Persimmon Immortal City."

"It was only after arriving at the Wan Yao Sect that I made up for this short board."

"In the battle of the Thousand Peaks Forest in the Two Note Kingdoms, I learned some military tactics, simple and direct, adding bravery."

"Usually dealing with peers, it is generally enough. But put into the Xingyun Small Trial of the Nine-Layer Profound Soldier Armor, it is not enough to look at."

"The difficulty of the second level is progressive. The first weapon I encountered, the difficulty of the challenge is the lowest, but it has already exceeded my upper limit by a small margin."

Ning Zhuo's close combat martial arts are no longer a short board, but they have never been a strength.

The second level trial of the Nine-Layer Profound Soldier Armor is screening out cultivators who are good at martial arts and eliminating those who are mediocre.

Facing such a trial, Ning Zhuo is suppressed and banned by the magic array, cannot mobilize other forces, and can only use martial arts to resist, naturally dangerous and embarrassed.

Ordinary cultivators would have been seriously injured and exhausted, and eliminated.

Ning Zhuo can support for so long, thanks to his strong physical body. His physical body can carry the souls of millions of people, and many small wounds can heal quickly.

Ning Zhuo's persistence is not a meaningless struggle; in the fierce competition, his martial arts are improving rapidly.

His footwork was just constantly dodging at first, but now it has gradually become organized.

Sometimes he steps on the stars, moving in small steps to avoid sharpness; sometimes he walks in the mud, his figure is sluggish but dangerously avoids the sword edge; sometimes he turns like a whirlwind, residual shadows and sword light intertwine, indistinguishable from each other, but no new sword wounds are added.

"Review successful!" Ning Zhuo felt excited.

He used the Soul-Searching Art to implement righteous sanctions on a pile of demonic soul souls. The True Self Talent protected him, and the Burning Boat Soul-Crossing Art made his foundation soar.

Among these demonic cultivators, there are many who are proficient in close combat, and their lifelong relevant experience has become one of Ning Zhuo's foundations.

It's just that Ning Zhuo didn't have time to practice, but now in the fierce battle with the bronze sword, he quickly reviewed it, mastered it, and truly made it his own.

The more Ning Zhuo fought, the more stable his formation became, and he was calm.

His heaviest wound was on his left forearm, but his physical body was really strong, even if the wound reaching the bone was still in fierce exercise, it still stopped bleeding and began to heal slowly.

There is another reason here, that is, the bronze sword itself does not carry magic power, just the sharpness of the sword edge.

This level examines martial arts and close combat.

For this kind of skin wound, Ning Zhuo's physical foundation is enough to support it.

"It's this moment!"

Ning Zhuo's eyes shot with sharp light, suddenly lowered his body and lifted his foot, aimed his toe at the sword body, kicked hard, and kicked the bronze sword away.

The bronze sword was forced to open the distance from Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo felt excited in his heart; this was his first effective counterattack.

The bronze sword attacked again, Ning Zhuo's eyes were bright, his confidence was fuller, and he welcomed the challenge.

After a few rounds of competition like this, Ning Zhuo's physical strength was endless, and the frequency of the bronze sword being kicked away became higher and higher.

The bronze sword stabbed directly at Ning Zhuo's heart, Ning Zhuo did not retreat but advanced, turned sideways with confidence, calmly avoided the sword edge, his left hand was like wearing flowers and brushing willows, his five fingers spread out, grabbed the hilt, and held it tightly.

The bronze sword struggled violently in his hand.

Ning Zhuo could have suppressed it, but he smiled and took the initiative to let go, letting it dart into mid-air like a swimming fish, escaping again.

"Come again." He clapped his hands at the bronze sword that opened the distance and took the initiative to provoke.

Just like this, Ning Zhuo used the bronze sword to train himself, and his close combat strength climbed step by step. Such a scene attracted the attention of the cultivators hosting the trial.

"What is going on with this Ning Zhuo?"

"At first I thought he was just so-so, purely here to make a fool of himself. I didn't expect that in half a stick of incense, he actually improved so much!"

"It's hard to imagine! But all this happened. Is his understanding of martial arts so strong?!"

"Being able to grow so rapidly from actual combat is quite rare!"

The cultivators exclaimed repeatedly. ===== CHAPTER 761 =====