Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 56 Why should Confucian robes be loose?

The rats that jumped out of the water were all human-like, some were strong, some were slender, but all looked a little hunched.

Although he was surrounded right from the start, Zhao Yifu didn't mind and swung his large Yangming bronze sword.

The true energy poured into the sword, causing the fine copper sword to emit a warm yellow light.

All the rat demons that touched the spiritual light on the sword flew backwards with smoke and screams.

It is clear what kind of sword Mr. Cangqiu chose for Zhao Yifu. It is a sword of righteousness specially used to kill demons and evil spirits.

"when!"

But at this moment, Zhao Yifu's sword was stuck by a rat demon.

This rat demon has a huge body. Although it has a rat head, it gives people a square and upright feeling.

Zhao Yifu's true energy shook, and he immediately felt that his cultivation was actually far behind that of this burly rat demon.

On the other hand, he clearly felt the unusually clean smell of this rat demon.

How to say it, the disadvantages of demon-slaying swords such as the Great Yangming Fine Bronze Sword are revealed. They are naturally very restrained against those evil demons, but they don't have much effect on "spiritual cultivation".

Those who are cruel and shady are demons, while those who are single-minded are spirits.

In fact, both demons and spirits refer to plants and animals that have become spirits, but they are distinguished according to their different directions of cultivation.

At this time, Zhao Yifu felt that the idea was difficult, but he did not back down. Instead, he became excited.

It would be too boring if every opponent could be dealt with at once.

So the fine copper sword had already danced into a 'windmill' in his hand. It was obviously a two-handed sword, but in Zhao Yifu's hand, he only needed to flick the five fingers of one hand to display extraordinary power.

Is this because he is too arrogant?

No, this is exactly how he uses all his advantages.

The strongest part of his body is his fingers. With the help of Lingxu finger power, wielding the sword with his fingers is not only more flexible than normal sword techniques, but also has a much larger attack range.

Of course, the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, the strength is ultimately not as good as that of the other person's arms.

But the problem is, Zhao Yifu is not someone who uses a sword seriously?
As the fight went on, the Eight Styles of Renshui came into use.

It was just the right time to deal with the siege of the five rats.

In this dense rainy day, the surrounding moisture is already thick, making it very difficult for the rat monsters to move in the rain.

After fighting a few times with the seemingly decent big rat, he immediately realized that he was no match for it.

Moreover, his ability to control water did not seem to have much effect on this spiritual practitioner.

This seems normal. After all, it is the same for human cultivators. The purer the cultivation, the stronger the resistance to spells.

When Zhao Yifu saw this, he immediately thought of the secret art of Mirage that he had just learned and practiced.

Maybe it can be used here.

Moreover, at this time, he was at the dock and it was raining, so his various water-related abilities were greatly enhanced.

So he controlled the fine copper sword with his fingers with one hand, while he began to cast illusions with the other hand.

The entire dock was soon shrouded in thick fog, which not only blocked people's vision, but also refracted layers of light to create many illusions, making it difficult to guard against.

Zhao Yifu's magic is a grand spectacle every time he performs it.

Of course, this is also due to the suitable environment.

If it weren't for the rainy weather or if he wasn't near the water, the most he could do was create some mist around himself.

The big rat spiritual practitioner felt that he had lost sight of Zhao Yifu, and that vague figures appeared from time to time around him, interfering with his judgment. So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes to block out the visual interference, and made judgments based on sound and smell.

But in this thick fog, all smells were suppressed by the fog and it couldn't smell anything at all.

And the sound... several dark shadows were constantly moving back and forth in the thick fog, making quite a noise and confusing the rat spirit's judgment.

However, at this moment, a shrill scream was heard from all around.

"what!!"

It sounded like the wailing of a person and the sharp screaming of a mouse.

Not long after the hissing sound subsided, another scream was heard.

Following this scream, another voice shouted in horror: "Yong Dalang, why are you still standing there watching us get killed?"

"Hurry up and do it!"

When Yong Dalang heard the sound, he rushed over immediately. However, he never expected that Zhao Yi Fu could use thick fog to refract light and shadow, and also refract sound.

Naturally, he pounced forward but missed, and could only hear another scream in vain. The fellow tribesman who had spoken earlier was killed in this way.

Yong Dalang no longer dared to move. He held his breath and concentrated, trying to use his spiritual sense to capture Zhao Yifu's direction.

Just when Zhao Yifu killed the fourth rat demon, Yong Dalang finally captured Zhao Yifu's position, and when he was preparing to kill the fifth rat demon, he rushed up accurately and suddenly slapped the sword in Zhao Yifu's hand away.

"See what you can do this time!"

Yong Dalang was obviously angry when he spoke. It was obvious that he was very angry about Zhao Yifu's action of slaughtering his own people in front of him.

This indeed made the flow of Zhao Yifu's true energy a little unstable. He staggered back two steps, and the secret technique of the Misty Mirage that he had maintained before was also broken.

The thick fog dissipated, and the surviving rat demon breathed a sigh of relief. Without further delay, it bared its claws and rushed towards Zhao Yifu, shouting, "You're dead!"

Without the demon-slaying sword that it hated, it felt that the young human monk in front of it had no power to resist at all.

Indeed, in terms of cultivation alone, Zhao Yifu is weaker than all the rat monsters.

At this moment, the little mustache cat watching the game on the other side suddenly became nervous.

It bared its claws, with a gleam of light in its pupils, as if it was ready to pounce on someone and save them at any time.

But at this moment it was stunned, because it saw the Zhao family's 'little princess' Yiyi licking her paws leisurely, and she was not worried at all because her owner was about to be stabbed to death by a mouse.

The man with a small mustache hesitated for a moment, and during this hesitation, the rat demon's claws had already been extended in front of Zhao Yifu.

But Zhao Yifu, who had been beaten back in a panic and even lost his sword, had already stood firm and reached out to firmly grasp the rat demon's claws.

next moment……

He showed these little animals why Confucius wore wide Confucian robes when he traveled to various countries to study.

Just because at this moment, the muscles under Zhao Yi Fu's wide Confucian robe suddenly exploded, and the lapels of the robe almost couldn't cover it and bounced open directly, and the muscle contours of his chest and abdomen were clearly outlined because of a belt.

Wow, the loose Confucian robe turned into a tight-fitting garment at this moment!
The rat demon that was held in Zhao Yifu's hand was gently fiddled with twice, and all the bones in its body were dislocated and it collapsed.

This rat demon could not escape like the blood-scented rat before.

Meanwhile, Yong Dalang looked at Zhao Yifu, took a deep breath, and said, "So this is your strongest form. It looks like you defeated the Blood Rat head-on."

It spoke in front of Zhao Yifu for the first time, its voice rich and powerful.

But this didn't make it retreat. Just when it was about to throw its arms out to fight Zhao Yifu again...

Suddenly, a spot of light appeared at the edge of the pier, a golden-red spot of light.

"Yang Shen?!"

Yong Dalang was surprised, then nodded and said, "This city is actually protected by the Yang God... But this is normal. After all, this is where the person of destiny is born."

"This matter is not over yet."

As it spoke, it glanced at Zhao Yifu, who looked like a muscular Gundam, and then jumped into the water and never reappeared.

(End of this chapter)