Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 11

"A throw of the universe!"

The little fat man let out a loud roar, and rushed forward with the move "You Feng Lai Yi".

The boy on the opposite side was already nervous, but he was startled by the little fat man's voice, and he was a little dazed when he heard an unfamiliar name.

Taking a step back in a panic, he blocked the wooden sword in his hand to the right, barely swinging the sword away.

The little fat man used his strength to sweep away with the "Gubersensen" move, but he roared:

"Spray money all over the sky!"

The face of the referee uncle next to him was almost black, and the people on the other side of the stand were attracted by the roar of the little fat man, and they also enjoyed themselves.

"Haha, this little fat man is interesting!" Elder Xiong, who was five big and three thick, hammered the table happily.

At this time, the skinny boy had lost his center of gravity, and it was too late to take back the weapon in his hand, so he could only watch helplessly as the little fat man's wooden sword swept towards his head.

The uncle at the side rushed over, took the little fat man by the neck and turned it half a circle and lifted it to the side.

"Who dares to sneak up on the young master? Watch my money go away!"

Huang Lin was dumbfounded in the audience, looking at the little fat man who was too deep into the drama, thinking whether to slip away first, pretending not to know him.

Ning Zhong hugged the flushed Wang Xuerong and laughed.

"Okay! In this competition, Qian Duo Duo wins."

The uncle casually pulled out the sword that the little fat man stabbed at, and slapped him on the head.

The little fat man was photographed, and he also came to his senses. Hearing that he had won, he rushed off the stage regardless, and came straight to Huang Lin.

Huang Lin: Don't come here! ! !
In the end, he had no choice but to face the scorching eyes all around, dragged the little fat man into the crowd, turned a few times, and felt that the sight on his body was not so hot, so he breathed a sigh of relief, it was too embarrassing.

The skinny boy on the stage, with an aggrieved expression on his face, walked off the ring very unconvinced, and glared in the direction of the little fat man before leaving.

After the trouble caused by the little fat man, the atmosphere of the scene was not as serious as before.

"This little chubby is a bit like my old bear, and the name of this move is also nice."

Elder Xiong was overjoyed in the stands, and kept muttering the names of the little fat man's moves.

Some people nearby said that this little fat man is shameless, but it can be regarded as an impression left by the higher-ups.

The subsequent competition is still going on.

Some were so nervous that they stood still and were defeated by a single move; some tripped themselves due to deformed movements; He tried his best, but finally exhausted and fell into a coma. His eyes were wide open.

"B[-] is on stage to compete, and B[-] is ready."

Not long after, it was Huang Lin's turn.

Ning Zhong passed the first round with the little fat man, and encouraged Wang Xuerong without any burden.

It's just that in Huang Lin's opinion, Wang Xuerong's heart is much stronger than the two of them, and her temperament is weak, but she is a little girl with a stronger heart.

It took less than 2 minutes for several people to huddle in front of the stage, and the winner of the Yizi Ring was already decided.

He took a long breath, and finally decided to follow the plan in his heart, straightened his clothes, and walked slowly onto the stage with a calm face.

After the two stood still, Huang Lin held the sword in his left hand, held the hilt forward with his palm forward, clasped the outer sword lattice with his thumb, stretched his index finger against the sword hilt, and clasped the inner sword lattice with the other three fingers. The face is lightly attached to the left forearm, with the tip of the sword facing upwards.Holding the sword finger in the right hand, with the palm facing inward, the right arm hangs on the right side of the body, looking forward, straightening up and performing a sword-holding salute.

"Outer door, Huang Lin."

This move was seen on TV in his previous life, but he hadn't seen anyone use it yet. In order to attract the attention of the bosses in the stands, he secretly practiced this move for a long time.

The boy on the opposite side was immediately overwhelmed. Seeing that Huang Lin made a fist-cup salute and signed his name, he frantically followed suit.

"Outer door, Wang. Wang Changhe."

When saluting, the tip of the sword slashed and cut across the waist. I was shocked. Fortunately, it was a wooden sword, otherwise I would have committed suicide on the spot.

"let's start."

The referee looked helpless. Fortunately, it didn't start just now, otherwise there would be no comparison.

Gathering his mind, Wang Changhe started to "welcome guests with green pine" in a polite manner.

Huang Lin flicked the space on the right side casually, but it was useless to set the pattern "Green hills are faint".

Although Wang Changhe felt strange, he wasn't too surprised, and steadily unleashed the Huashan sword technique.

support, hang, frame, transform, cut
Following Huang Lin's shallow steps, he dispelled the opponent's moves one by one, only resisting, not counterattacking.

The stands are full of people with deep inner strength and sharp ears. After being attracted by Huang Lin's story of holding a sword just now, they have been looking at this side.

Seeing him simply move a few steps, and use a few basic moves to block his opponent with ease, they were all amazed.

We all know that those who came to the stage today can only practice martial arts for half a year at most, and to reach this level in half a year, the word "extraordinary talent" can no longer be tolerated.What the outer sect taught was just familiarity with the moves, and they didn't even teach the splitting and disordering of the moves, let alone using the basic moves directly.

Some elders turned their heads and looked around, wondering if someone had stolen the food.

"How about it, old man?"

Luan Qingrou looked at her wife with a smile.

"Look again."

The old man nodded slightly, wearing a green robe, not a light black door uniform like the other elders, and a wooden hairpin was randomly inserted in his gray hair.

Tan Qingfang, who was sitting by the side, felt weak all over, feeling like he had eaten a dead mouse, and shouted in his heart: I want it, don't watch it anymore! !
A little further away, Ning Qingyu and his wife Wan Qingji were also discussing Huang Lin.

"Senior brother, take care of this kid well, and he can take over your mantle. At this age, Mu'er can't compare."

Wanqing saw that Huang Lin obviously wanted to let his opponent finish what he had learned and let his opponent perform, so he had a very good impression of him.

Since the founding of the Huashan faction in the Southern Song Dynasty by Guangning Zhenren, there has never been a precedent for the head of the Huashan School to be passed on from father to son, so she has no idea of ​​letting her son take over.

"It's really good. This child seems to be with the little girl just now. Let's take a look first. There are still several rounds to come."

Ning Qingyu was also very satisfied with Huang Lin.

Many people in other places were discussing him, nodding from time to time.

Huang Lin on the stage didn't know anything about it. After Wang Changhe finished using a set of Huashan swordsmanship and started to repeat it, the wooden sword was pulled out, and the sword was already on the opponent's shoulder.

"Acceptance!"

Stepping back and retracting the sword, he is extremely chic.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Huang, for keeping your hand, Junior Brother is willing to bow down!"

Wang Changhe knew in his heart that with Huang Lin's strength, he could be defeated in three or two moves, and he was not unwilling, so he learned to perform a sword-holding ceremony, turned around and left the stage.

"Huang Lin, win!"

"Haha, I knew that brother would definitely win, you see, how easy it is."

The little fat man yelled at Ning Zhongze and Wang Xuerong, happier than he himself had won.

"Tch, you don't need to say, he is a monster."

Ning Zhong curled her lips. She knew Huang Lin's strength, and in the same year, he basically had no opponents.

"Senior Brother Huang is a genius."

Wang Xuerong whispered, but the two didn't hear it, and were ignored again.

When Huang Lin came down from the ring, many people watched him.

After a few days, many people won easily, but it was the first one who was as unrestrained and freehand as he, who had basic sword style throughout the whole process.

Most of the people in the same year knew that he was powerful, and they were used to it. The top ten in the other two groups vaguely regarded him as an opponent, but they didn't take him too seriously.

After Wang Xuerong stayed on the court, they didn't compete today or tomorrow.There are nearly 2000 new disciples, and it will take two days to finish the first round.

She was in the 157th round, and it would be almost noon, so a few of them stayed at the Jiazi ring, and the people on the stage changed one after another. Methods, etc., several people have gained a little.

During the period, I also saw a few familiar people.

For example, Tang Shao's swordsmanship is average, and he can only be regarded as above-average, but this guy is 12 years old and looks like he is [-] or [-] years old. His hands were like toys, and the guys who competed with him were shaking when they stepped off the stage.

Huang Lin immediately decided to try Tang Shaoyanwu in his mind for a while. His situation is slightly similar to those old people, but his swordsmanship is too different. See if he can find some inspiration from him.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and it is already 156 rounds in the first-class competition.

And Wang Xuerong still had that slender look, and they also looked like this when they were sparring with each other, so they didn't worry too much about her, they got used to it, as long as they didn't run into those slightly stronger ones, at her level, No problem at all.

When he was on the stage, he looked back at them from time to time. After the boy on the opposite side started, he didn't know whether it was shy or something. He cowered when he made a move, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Wang Xuerong was also a bit reluctant to let go of strangers. Fortunately, she had a lot of discussions with Huang Lin and the others, and gradually improved later, and finally defeated her opponent to enter the next round.

After defeating her opponent, she stood there blushing and at a loss, and the boy was still a little lost when he went down.

The happiest thing is Ning Zhongze. Although she is younger than Wang Xuerong, she has an outgoing personality, and she always protects Wang Xuerong when we get along.

Several people decided not to watch the next first round, so they made an appointment to come back the day after tomorrow.

At night, during the martial arts exercise in his mind, Huang Lin pondered over the competition with the old man.

His own disadvantage lies in his internal strength. With the current way of fighting hard, he may not be able to last long.

The only suitable candidates for performing martial arts are Tang Shao and two inner disciple brothers Ai Bubing and Tang Bukai.

Even facing Ai Bubing, he could only struggle to support him, let alone the even more powerful Tang Bukai.

Given the current situation, Tang Shao could only be chosen.

First adjust its power to the maximum and start trying.

Still the basic sword style.

Only defend but not attack.

dial

Push

Chemical

Hold

hang

Defense failed, dead.

Heroes, please start again.

again and again.
Tang Shao was already strong, but after doubling his strength, Huang Lin obviously felt a little difficult when he could only defend.

In fact, even if there is an increase in strength, although it is not easy for Huang Lin to defeat Tang Shao, it is still possible to grind it out, but his goal is not here, and to deal with the 7th-year old students in a few days.

Then practice.
The next day.

I went to eat breakfast with the little fat man, and went back to rest after practicing the sword.

Last night in the late stage of the martial arts performance, facing Tang Shao who was full of strength and speed, he was able to persist in two hundred moves undefeated, and he had a faint clue. In order to grasp the inspiration, he was too involved and cultivated immortality, which led to a little sluggishness today .

After her spirit improved, she couldn't wait to find Tang Shao.

He had an idea at breakfast.

Tai Chi!

Although he has never learned Taijiquan and Taijijian, thanks to the blessings of his previous life, the general public can make a few gestures and know some superficial things.

It's just that the breakfast meeting was really exhausting, so I didn't dare to experiment.

Full strength!

Full speed!

Start with great anticipation...
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Yesterday, suddenly came the station short, after a few operations, the contract was signed successfully, and the pressure suddenly came to the face.

One was confiscated, and he cultivated a fairy, and the code is now.

Having a recommended ticket is a surprise, and a monthly pass is even more unexpected. It seems that Xiaoyu has received a monthly pass just now!

Thank you for being recognized, and thank you readers for your support!
Thanks for the rain!

(End of this chapter)