Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 10

Daming. October [-]th of the sixth year of Chenghua
Huang Lin's long-awaited outer sect competition finally kicked off.

During the period, the little fat man's nervous mood was also successfully dealt with by him, although it was a little different from what he imagined.

The rules of the competition are simple. First, draw lots in batches. The 7-year-old, 3-year-old, and this year's rookies will compete separately to determine the top ten.

On the first day, it was a competition between the 7-year group and the 3-year group, and the top 10 were determined by each match.

The second, third, and fourth days are for newcomers who just started this year.

On the fifth day, 30 people from the three age groups were merged and re-drawn for the competition. Unlike previous years, the final top ten this year went directly to the inner sect. If any of them were not selected, the elders would also appoint a master. allocated.

Other than the top ten, as in previous years, the better the performance in the competition, the higher the chance of being selected.

There are no requirements for the competition, you can fight freely on the stage, there is no such restriction as not to intentionally hurt others, based on the level of these outer disciples, it is difficult to hurt someone with a master of Qing Dynasty by their side.

After the lottery was drawn, more than half an hour had passed.

Huang Lin and the others looked at the sign each.

Huang Lin, B73, means the middle ring, this year's entry, the [-]rd round.

Qian Duoduo, C15, ring on the right, entry this year, round [-].

Ning Zhongze, B9, in the middle arena, this year's entry, the [-]th round.

Wang Xuerong, A157, ring on the left, this year's entry, round [-].
They didn't hit each other, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"7 for 39-year entry, 3 for 628-year entry, 1916 for this year's rookie, please wait for your hard work, the big competition begins."

The big competition began in an orderly manner. The first to enter the ring were all old people at least 14 years old. Some inner sect brothers were from the same group as them, but their identities and martial arts were already very different.

Competing with each other, usually "Welcome to the Cangsong" and "Yinyin from the Green Mountain" give way before the official start, but their duel is much more brilliant than what Huang Lin usually sees. With the uncle looking after him, even if he used a wooden sword, someone might be injured.

Similar to what he considered before, although these brothers who have been in the field for many years have only learned the outer martial arts like him, their swordsmanship and moves are much better than their novices' accumulated over the years.

From Huang Lin's eyes, he couldn't see the depth of other people's internal strength, but he thought it was deeper than him.

Although it is still impossible to know the specific use of internal force in the outer sect and how it is related to swordsmanship, the increase in vigor alone will increase the strength of the usual moves. Can knock down the wooden sword in his hand.

But he had some idea.

There are less than 7 old students in the 40th year group, each of them has two games, and the lucky bye only has one game. It didn't even take half an hour in total, and the top ten came out.

Because they don't need rankings, their subsequent competitions will not start again until the fifth day.

But no one left, they all watched other people's duel below.

Most of the brothers and sisters in the 3-year group are weaker than the 7-year group, and the competition speed is faster than them. People in the 7-year group average about seventy or eighty moves in a game, while most of the three-year group are forty to fifty The trick is over.

By midday, before the first round of the 3-year group had finished, Elder Yuan came to the stage to announce a half-hour break.

So the four of Huang Lin also flocked to the cafeteria with the flow of people.

"Brother, how is it? Are you sure?"

Ning Zhong looked at it all morning and felt that everyone was better than her, and she lacked confidence.

"Who knows if you haven't played before, and you can't see anything down there. Besides, they have practiced for several years. It is normal that they are better than us."

"It doesn't have to be in the top ten. Senior Brother Huang is so powerful, there must be elders who are interested in it. Maybe several people will grab it."

The little fat man had great confidence in Huang Lin. He was not nervous at all, but a number would occasionally float out of his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Brother Fat Qian is right."

Wang Xuerong said in a low voice.It's just that the surrounding area is too noisy, and no one can hear it.

After lunch, leaving the other three to continue watching the battle, Huang Lin went straight back to the dormitory.

It’s not that he’s arrogant. A person who watched the 7-year group and most of the 3-year group in the morning already has a score in his mind, and it’s not very useful to read it. It’s better to practice the idea in the morning.

In the beginning, when I practiced with senior brother Tang Bukai in my mind, I always used the Huashan swordsmanship. At the beginning, I was defeated by two or three moves, but now I can persist for more than 70 moves, and I have even become familiar with Tang Bukai's random moves. He can guess what kind of trick it is, and he also knows how to break it.But it's useless, the eyes can see, but the movements can't keep up, so they can only resist passively, and then lose.

The question that came to mind after seeing the 7th year group competition today is somewhat similar. I know that you are powerful and don’t want to fight with you, but the Huashan swordsmanship that I have learned now is only thirteen moves back and forth, and the follow-up changes will not be big. We are all too familiar with each other.

So he changed his mind, Huashan swordsmanship is not good, what if he uses basic swordsmanship?
The basic thirteen poses do not have a fixed frame. Standing and straight piercing are "thorns", sideways straight piercings are also "thorns", stepping back and moving are all "thorns".

And what about the fixed frame?Take the "Baiyun Chuxiu" in Huashan swordsmanship as an example, it turns around and squats down, and cuts back and forth. When fighting with others, it is rare to use a complete move.But if he wants to use half of the Tianshen upside down, and then pick up Feng Laiyi or something, he can't do it now, and the time to practice martial arts is too short.

He knows a lot about theories, but with his current abilities, most of them are castles in the air. Most of the impossibilities have been ruled out, and only the basic formulas are left. Anyway, performing martial arts in his mind only hurts, and he doesn't worry about the competition in the same year. There is enough time .

Lie on the bed and go directly to the jade plate, find brother Tang Bukai, and start to try it.

Restraining his habit of using Huashan swordsmanship, he relied on basic moves to block and parry. He often used basic moves to counter moves before, but it was not so pure.

Two strokes, three strokes, two strokes. Sixteen, fourteen, seventeen.
In the twenty or so rounds, none of them had more than twenty moves. In the middle, he occasionally used the Huashan Sword Technique unconsciously. Huang Lin stopped to summarize. Although it was much less than the previous 70 moves, he could clearly I feel that there is room for improvement, but the habit has not been changed yet.

Come again
After playing more than 20 games, Huang Lin pondered for a while, and stopped looking for Tang Bukai, and changed to the most familiar little fat man.

Side step, rack, push.

Move, sweep.

Progress, stab.

The little fat man dissipated immediately and appeared not far away.

The five rounds were all settled in two or three moves, so Huang Lin changed.

Ning Zhongze, Feng Pinglu, Yue Chaoqun, Tang Shao.
This Yue Chaoqun, he can definitely be Yue Buqun, and Feng Pinglu is very likely to be Feng Buping, but he didn't expect that he was in the same batch as him, only two or three years older than him. He's just a kid as old as him.

Some of the more outstanding freshmen of the same year were beaten back one after another by more than a dozen.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he went out for a walk to change his mind.

Whether there is any problem with this method is temporarily unknown, but if he wants to get the ranking after five days, this is the best solution he can think of. After an afternoon of practice, under the normal state of martial arts, except for the huge pressure when facing Tang Bukai , and the more powerful Yue Chaoqun and Tang Shao were left, he only needed [-] moves at most to defeat them.

I didn't even practice my inner strength at night, I went to Tang Bukai to be abused in my mind, felt the progress, felt pain and joy, and thought about the competition tomorrow, so I took a rest after practicing for a long time.

"New disciples, let's start the competition."

The field was already full of people, and the old students who finished the competition yesterday were also there, gathering in twos and threes.

A few people are between the two rings of B and C, accompanied by Ning Zhongze and Qian Duoduo, they will be on the stage in a while.

The little fat man seems to be more excited today, and his eyes are not right. Huang Lin was busy performing martial arts last night, so he didn't pay attention to him.

Ning Zhong was much calmer. Like everyone else, he was a little nervous.

Huang Lin and the others who went up in the first group of Yi Zibei are also familiar with Feng Pinglu and Zhou Yin.

I had a lot of back and forth with Feng Pinglu yesterday, and my impression is that he has improved very fast, and he is considered top-notch among people of the same age, otherwise he would not have been inscribed by him, and has remained until now.

Zhou Yin is more ordinary, he is a little boring, and he doesn't like to communicate.

In less than [-] moves, Feng Pinglu pushed aside Zhou Yin's wooden sword, and made another move of "Xiao Shi Riding the Dragon", placing the sword on his shoulder, and the victory was decided.

Among the crowd on the right in the middle of the audience stand, Tan Qingfang, the Great Elder of Jianzong, nodded and praised: "It's not bad."

"generally!"

Beside him was an old man with gray hair and an older face than Tan Qingfang, and he spoke expressionlessly.

The corners of Elder Tan's eyes twitched, he opened his mouth, but he didn't speak in the end.

"You, they are only so old, and they have only practiced martial arts for more than half a year, which is pretty good."

Luan Qingrou was beside him, patted the old man's shoulder, and said helplessly.

It was soon Ning Zhongze's turn to be in the Yizi beating. Her opponent was Miao Cheng. Huang Lin looked familiar, but this was the first time I knew the name, and it probably wasn't outstanding, otherwise there would definitely be one in the jade plate.

After the courteous posture, Ning Zhong twisted his body and stepped forward, stabbing downward with the tip of the sword obliquely, and forced Miao Cheng to move sideways with a move of "Heavenly Gentleman Hanging Upside Down", while the opponent made a move of "Breeze to send coolness", and was about to fight back. Zhi Ningzhong followed up with a move of "Boundless Falling Trees", slashing at the front door from top to bottom, but had no choice but to use "Green Pine Welcomes Guests" to block it.

What followed was Ning Zhongze's performance, Huashan's swordsmanship was used one by one, Miao Cheng was exhausted, his moves were messy, and he became more and more embarrassed.

With seventeen moves, Ning Zhong knocked down his wooden sword with the style of "You Feng Lai Yi", and Miao Cheng gave up with a sad face.

"Brother, I like this girl very much."

A dignified woman beside Ning Qingyu said sideways.

"Oh? Junior sister, do you want to accept apprentices?"

Ning Qingyu was a little surprised, his wife had always been frustrated with these trivial matters, but now it seemed that she was very quiet and wanted to move.

"It's just that I didn't report to the door this time. I'm afraid it's not good to break the door rules."

Although the woman usually doesn't pay much attention to the affairs of the sect, she also knows that there are some disputes between the two qi sword sects, and her special status makes her seem a little hesitant.

"It's okay, I accept it, you can teach it, it's the same."

Ning Qingyu waved his hand to settle the matter.

On the other side, Ning Zhong walked off the ring with a small smile on his face.

He easily won the first round, and Ning Zhong also gained confidence in his own martial arts. He usually practiced against Huang Lin a lot, and he was always beaten. Yesterday, he watched the old man's match again. Where to go, who knows that just seventeen strokes won the victory, it was because of her caution.

The friends congratulated from the side, and Huang Lin was also very relieved. After all, because of his wings, Ning Zhong entered Huashan at the age of 8, 5 years earlier than the original world. , his sin is great.

After a while, it was the little fat man's turn.

The little fat man walked up to the C-shaped arena muttering something in his mouth.

"20 taels!"

The little fat man muttered softly when he saw his opponent.

The uncle who was standing in the corner as the referee vaguely heard something.

Opposite him was a somewhat skinny teenager who looked rather nervous.

After reporting their names, the two began to hand over their recruits.

"A throw of the universe!"

(End of this chapter)