Comprehension?
Zheng Zimu blinked his eyes, his smile was extremely brilliant, in the past 100 years, he was the third person, this title was not just for show!
Then, he smiled: "How do we compete?"
Li Yi said, "It's the same as three days ago. You use one technique and I will use one."
Zheng Zimu was not surprised, he nodded: "Very fair, I accept."
This kind of competition is indeed fair. If you want to win, you must bring out your unique skill. Of course, this so-called absolute skill is also standardized to the extent that you have mastered it.
This way, it would be greatly shortened within the range of the comprehension of this realm.
In the crowd, the middle-aged woman frowned. She didn't know why, but she had a bad premonition, but she still couldn't find the source.
After a long while, Li Yi opened his mouth: "What do you know?"
Zheng Zimu smiled brightly: "I know a lot."
Li Yi's expression was serious, he nodded: "Three big martial skills? Two great cultivation methods? "Will it?"
Uh!
Zheng Zimu's eyelids jumped, he was suddenly at a loss for words, he had a strong premonition, that this fellow came for the three big skills, the two big cultivation methods.
Even at this moment, Young Master of The Gao Family and Lan Yu Mo's small heart trembled.
Ning Xiaoqian exhaled a breath of air and said: "Teacher, he seems to be here for the three big techniques and the two big cultivation techniques of our academy."
The middle-aged woman spoke slowly, "If it's not for that, then it's for this place."
Three great martial skills and two great cultivation methods, those were their Firmament Academy's strongest inheritances. If someone from the Red Star Academy were to learn them, they would lose a lot of face.
The most important thing was that Zheng Zimu was cultivating the Eight Changes of Dance Heaven!
The two great cultivation methods were far more important than the three great martial skills, how could he easily take them out?
Li Yi laughed: "You haven't cultivated? Aren't you one of the ten great geniuses? "
Being questioned, what the heck.
Zheng Zimu's mood was very gloomy, he was really suffering from unspeakable bitterness. Worse of all, he had only cultivated the Eight Changes of Dance Heaven s with Firmament Academy, while he had yet to learn even a single one of the three great martial skills.
Amongst the crowd, the middle-aged woman squinted her eyes and released a bright light: "Xiao Qian, go and tell Zheng Zimu that he can compete with her, but you need to ask him to bring out a different kind of martial skill."
Ning Xiaoqian paused for a moment, and after replying, he slowly left.
In the center of the crowd, just as Zheng Zimu was feeling depressed and conflicted, Ning Xiaoqian walked over and whispered a few words into his ear before walking over.
After a few breaths, Zheng Zimu laughed, and stared fixedly at Li Yi with his bright eyes: "I train in the Eight Changes of Dance Heaven." He did not follow the middle aged woman's request to request for Li Yi to bring out the corresponding martial skills, because he did not think that Li Yi would be able to do it, nor did he want Li Yi to take it out.
If Li Yi were to just casually give him a martial skill, then, in this competition, Li Yi would lose, and with that, he would become his personal retainer.
Eight Changes of Dance Heaven.
As soon as the words left his mouth, some of the people who knew about the technique immediately looked shocked.
Even Li Yi was shocked. She looked at him in disbelief: "You are one of the three great geniuses?"
Zheng Zimu grinned: "What do you think?"
Li Yi took a deep breath, a faint light appearing in his eyes, and from time to time, a blazing heat flashed across his eyes. He immediately said: "Fine, let's compete with this technique, if I lose, I'll become your subordinate, but if you lose …" He chuckled.
Zheng Zimu's eyes opened wide, his heart racing.
Li Yi said faintly: "If you lose, I don't want anything either, so come cultivate in my Fifth Institute."
Puff!
The group of Firmament disciples almost spat out blood, all of them stared at Li Yi with widened eyes, as though they really wanted to see clearly what was hidden beneath that pretty face.
What sort of confidence did he have?
What kind of confidence did he have to say that?
But thinking about it, this deal seemed to be very fair!
Of course, if Zheng Zimu really lost, that scene would be unimaginable.
Hu hu!
A cold wind blew past Zheng Zimu's lower body, he felt a chill down his spine, the unease in his heart became even stronger, but after thinking about his Inherent Skill, the strong self-confidence suppressed his uneasiness.
Eight Changes of Dance Heaven was not something that anyone could learn just because they wanted to.
Over the past two thousand years, there had only been a few people who had followed this cultivation method. It could be said that the number of palm and fingers could be counted on one hand!
He was definitely going to lose, he was definitely going to lose.
Zheng Zimu took a deep breath and calmed himself down quickly, then asked: What are you going to use to compete with me?
Li Yi laughed: "A sword technique."
One?
It was actually a sword technique?
With that said, everyone was stunned.
Isn't this too simple?
At the same time, Qin Meng, who was in a corner, was also stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence.
Gulp!
Qin Meng took a sip of his wine and muttered to himself in a mysterious manner: "This boy, it's no wonder the academy raised him up for so many years!" His heart was filled with endless emotions.
The sword technique Li Yi spoke of must have been left behind by the Sacred Master of Plants and Vegetation. It would be extremely difficult for even him to execute it, let alone Zheng Zimu.
There were high requirements for spiritual force, but even higher requirements for realm.
What made Qin Meng excited was this brat's request.
In these past few hundred years, only people had managed to walk out of the Red Star Academy, and no one had ever jumped out of the Firmament Academy for an example. If Zheng Zimu really became one of the disciples in the Fifth Institute, then Li Yi's actions could be said to be bringing glory to his ancestors.
Most importantly, Zheng Zimu was a genius!
Thinking about it, Qin Meng's smile became even more brilliant.
But soon, he thought of another matter and his brows furrowed, revealing a look of worry.
The three great martial skills in Firmament Academy are still alright, at least in the ranks of martial skills, the requirements are not very high, but these two great cultivation methods have very high requirements for the person who cultivates them!
Spirit power, talent, comprehension ability, attributes, and comprehension of strength, and so on …
Therefore, within the two thousand years of Firmament Academy, there were very few people who were able to conform to the requirements and successfully cultivate their Firmament Academy. However, once the requirements were met, that meant that the person would be able to soar into the skies and would also become a focus of Firmament Academy's cultivation.
According to the records of history, for those who succeeded in cultivating these two arts, aside from accidental death, they would at least reach the realm of the Celestial King.
"A sword technique?" Zheng Zimu looked at him strangely, and then asked tentatively: "Is that an indirect way of admitting defeat?"
Li Yi smiled brightly: It's just a sword technique, do you want to bet or not?
Zheng Zimu couldn't help but become excited and said, "Of course I'm betting, why not?"
"It's over, it's over. Senior brother Li might not have woken up yet."
"How can he bet with a sword technique? At least seven inches of Blue Lotus! "
"Don't say anything, keep watching. I feel like this sword technique of Senior Brother Li is definitely not simple." Some were worried and nervous, while others thought that Li Yi had set up a trap.
Of course, if this scene fell onto the group of Firmament Academy's disciples, it would mean that there was no need to talk about it anymore.
"Start?"
"Begin!"
The two of them looked at each other with brilliant smiles on their faces. Their hearts were brimming with confidence, as if they were not going to fight.