Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 12

辰初
The valley where the Great Competition at the outer gate of Mount Hua was already filled with crowds.

"Dabi continue!"

"A Zero One, A Zero Two"

"B[-], B[-]"

"C zero zero one, C zero zero two"

After the referees called their numbers on the three arenas, the second round of competition for freshmen kicked off.

In the second round, the winner with the same number will be grouped with the following number.

Today the rookie group will determine the top ten, and Huang Lin will have to play several rounds, so after confirming that his idea is feasible last night, he got acquainted with it and went to rest early.

A few people stood in the crowd watching the martial arts competition on the stage. The little fat man was carrying a big bag of food. If the situation didn't allow it, he would have moved tables and chairs over.

The quality of today's competition was a little higher than that of the newcomers' first round. Exclamations came from the side from time to time. They usually competed with Huang Lin a lot, but they didn't feel much.

Several people came to the stage one after another. Except for the little fat man who was unlucky, and the gap with the opponent was not too big, and he barely passed the test, the other three went very smoothly.

Huang Lin was still the same as before, holding the sword in the wind, and the opponent also came up with a decent appearance. Obviously, this move has become popular in the outer sect, but in the end it was after a round of Huashan swordsmanship, and was defeated by Huang Lin. send down.

Dabi continued, and he met many acquaintances, some of whom he had known in the past six months, and some whose names did not match but who he knew.

For example, Yue Chaoqun and Feng Pinglu had acquaintances before, and they guessed that it was Yue Buqun and Feng Buping in the future.

There is also Cong Qiji, whose name sounds like a charger, and is likely to be Cong Buqi in the future.

But Cheng Buyou hasn't confirmed who it is yet, several of the newcomers are surnamed Cheng.

In the next few rounds, several people passed smoothly.

Little Fatty didn't meet Yue Chaoqun until 30 to 15 in the sixth round. He tried all kinds of tricks, but in the end his strength was not enough and he lost.

Yue Chaoqun was obviously learning from Huang Lin, and his sword-holding etiquette was extremely standard, and he also used more basic sword moves during the competition, but it was not as smooth and natural as Huang Lin, which attracted many uncles in the stands.

There was also Feng Pinglu, who unfortunately met Huang Lin in the sixth round and stopped there.

In the end, when the top ten newcomers were selected, it was already Xu time. If it was changed to later generations, it would be around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and the sidelines were full of lighting objects early on.

This year's top ten newcomers, Huang Lin is familiar with all of them. People like Yue Chaoqun, Tang Shao, and Cong Qiji have dealt with them in the past, and often brush them in the martial arts space.

Not to mention Ning Zhong and Wang Xuerong, they were together almost every day.

If Feng Pinglu hadn't met him by accident, he would have been in the top ten.

The remaining four people have also communicated with each other in normal times.

After returning to the dormitory, he washed up hastily and got under the covers. He played 8 rounds a day. Even though Huang Lin won all of them easily, he still felt a little tired, let alone the others.

Habitually picked Tang Shao in the Consciousness Sea and practiced his secret weapon. After making sure that there was no problem, he rested peacefully and only waited for tomorrow.

the next day, Chenshi

When Huang Lin and Fatty came here, the place was already crowded with people. For those who have been in the business for seven years, today is the moment to decide their fate.

Meeting with the two daughters of Ning Zhongze, a few people squeezed to the front of the stage. A group of four people passed the big competition in recent days, and their popularity in the outer sect is pretty good, especially Huang Lin. Many people compare him with his senior brother who has been in the field for three years .

Of course, Fatty's reputation is a bit special.

"The hour is up, the top ten each year, come forward and draw lots."

Elder Yuan Qingming presided over the stage. On the last day, Elder Yuan, who was in charge of the outer sect, finally showed up, and the stands were filled with bigwigs from the mountain one after another.

The people who participated in today's finals stepped forward one after another. Needless to say, they were already familiar with each other in the same year.Those in the other year groups have known each other for the past few days. After nodding to each other, the lottery began.

There are three arenas, each with 10 people from A, B, and C.

In the first round, the lottery will be divided, and then the two will be compared, and the winner will enter the next round.

In the second round, a single person in the ring draws long and short lots, and the short lottery stays behind and waits for the next round. The other four are compared in pairs, and the winner enters the top ten, a total of 6 places.

In the third round, the short-drawers in the previous round and the losers in the second round will draw cards together, and compare those with the same numbers. Pick the top ten people to challenge.

After the lottery was drawn, several people asked each other for the number plate.

Huang Lin, Jiawu

Ning Zhongze, Yi San
Wang Xuerong, A[-]
"I just went to inquire about Tang Shao Binger, Yue Chaoqun C[-], Cong Qiji B[-], Qu Ming B[-], and I haven't asked about the rest."

The little fat man also ran over now and shared the news he had just inquired about.

Since none of the three of them had a third ring, they stood between the two rings of A and B to watch the opponents they might encounter behind.

"One player from each ring, come on stage!"

In the same year, two of them were No. [-] cards, Cong Qiji was No. [-], and No. [-] was a little girl named Hou Weiqi.

Huang Lin took a look, Hou Weiqi's opponent was an old student named Huang Ping who had been in the school for seven years, and he seemed to be cool.

Cong Qiji's opponent is a bit better, and it is difficult for those who have been in the game for three years.

This year's big competition is really difficult for their newcomers. For most people, they can only feel the atmosphere.

Sure enough, within ten strokes, the wooden sword in Hou Weiqi's hand was blown away, and the little girl's eyes were watery, and she was about to cry.

Huang Ping on the opposite side went to help her pick up the sword and handed it back, and said a few words of comfort.

And Cong Qiji didn't hold on for long, after thirty moves, he was defeated by the brother named Mo Ming with a move of "Bells and Drums".

He has a good mentality, knowing that he has only had a short time to practice martial arts, and he is not depressed. Even if he is not selected this year, he will come back next year.

Then it was the turn of the second card, and the rookies had Wang Xuerong and Tang Shao in the first, third and second places respectively.

Wang Xuerong's opponent is also a senior from the 3rd year group.

"Normal heart."

"Winning or losing is not important."

"You performed very well before, there must be an uncle who chooses you."

The friends all comforted her, but they didn't expect much from her anyway.

"Outer door, Tian Hai."

"Outer door, Wang Xuerong."

Huang Lin was so close to the audience that he didn't hear what Wang Xuerong said clearly.

After the two started, Tian Hai didn't rush to attack. The two sides looked like they were practicing normally. It was very lively when you came and went, and there was no atmosphere of fighting at all.

In the end, Wang Xuerong's face was tender. Seeing that she had used the Huashan sword technique back and forth for three rounds, but she still couldn't attack, she knew that the senior brother on the other side was letting her go, so she withdrew the sword and admitted defeat.

"Junior Sister Xue Rong, keep fighting. Anyway, he only defends but does not attack. If it were me, he would definitely not be able to come down."

The little fat man blah blah.

"You think everyone is as shameless as you."

Ning Zhong pierced it mercilessly.

"If you can't fight, Senior Brother Tian let me fight for so long."

Wang Xuerong pinched the corner of her clothes and spoke softly.

It's a pity that the surroundings were too noisy, and the little fat man and Ning Zhong started bickering again, only Huang Lin heard a little.

Huang Lin shook his head and said, "Junior Sister Ning, it's your turn. The opponent is Junior Sister Qu Ming. We are newcomers, you just need to play normally."

"Well, I have practiced with her before, and I will be able to enter the next round without accident."

"Why don't you try doing this first. Then this last. Maybe it can save time and effort."

Huang Lin whispered in Ningzhong's ear.

At this time, Tang Shao, who was only in the C-class competition, hadn't finished the fight, and Ningzhong was in the B-class competition in the next round, so they moved over there.

"This rookie is so strong, he even beat Shentu like this."

"That's right, he has only practiced martial arts for more than half a year, and he forced Shentu to go all out."

"He doesn't seem to be the strongest among the newcomers. It is said that this year there is a man named Huang Qilin who swept the newcomers. This Tang Shao is so powerful, so Huang Qilin can't go to heaven."

When Huang Lin came over, he heard many people discussing in front of the C-shaped arena, and some people mentioned him.

But what the hell is Huang Qilin?Is this bringing his brother along?

Looking up at the arena, Tang Shao's hair is disheveled and his steps are slow.

The person opposite him, Huang Lin, was more impressive. His name was Shen Tuhong, and he was also a powerful type. Tang Shao had met his opponent.

Shen Tuhong's current condition is not much better than Tang Shao's, and his clothes are still a little damaged.

The two of them didn't intend to dodge at all. You used Jin Yan to cross the sky, and I used Xiao Shi to ride the dragon. You came and I went back and forth. Huang Lin was on fire, but unfortunately this is not his style.

In the end, Tang Shaoqi missed a move and lost with a broken sword.

"Brother, this is not bad."

In the stands, Wanqing said to Ning Qingyu very softly.

"Well, both of them are good, but Tang Shao has greater potential. It is said that he is born with thick meridians, and he can practice internal strength faster than ordinary people."

"Then brother, take this too."

Wan Qingji covered her mouth and laughed at her husband.

"There are too many good seedlings. Shentu and Bai Zimo in the 3rd year group are only [-] or [-] years old. Among the newcomers this year, there are Huang Lin who is incredibly talented. There are also Yue Chaoqun, Ning Zhongze and This Tang Shao is all at the genius level, even if I am the head, it is impossible to accept them all, it is too difficult to choose."

Ning Qingyu calculated carefully, wishing he could take them all in, but unfortunately this is unrealistic.

"Senior Sister Luan has been dragging Senior Brother Chen here for the past few days, maybe Huang Lin is attracted by Senior Brother Chen."

Wan Qingji continued.

"Back then, what happened to Junior Brother Feng was known to the entire Huashan senior management. Now there are rumors that Huang Lin's talent is no less than that of Junior Brother Feng, and that Senior Brother Chen has retired for many years. There must be a reason for his appearance this time."

"Sigh, senior brother Chen is getting old now, he probably wants Huang Lin to take over his mantle, and with the matter of junior brother Feng, I'm really not good at robbing him, what do you think this is?"

Ning Qingyu's forehead was tangled. Huashan seemed to be prosperous and prosperous, but the increase in resources could not keep up with the development of the sect.

The Northwest is too poor, no matter what you do, you can't squeeze out a few taels of oil and water.

Going east to Luoyang is Shaolin's territory. If there is no Songshan sect reluctantly dragging it there, maybe Shaolin will enter Shaanxi.

Shanxi in the northeast is also the territory of the Hengshan faction of their own alliance, and it is too close to the Demon Cult.

There is also Wudang in the South Bar.

After all the calculations, he can only enter Sichuan, so he has been planning this matter all these years since he took office.

Not to mention the two sects of Qi and Sword.
"Hey, let's take a step at a time. If it really doesn't work, let's forget about Huang Lin."

Thinking about the two sects of Qi Sword, Ning Qingyu's mood changed a lot.

"The number three in the three competitions, come on stage!"

"Brother, I will come as soon as I go."

When Ning Zhong heard the words, he greeted Huang Lin and went straight to the stage.

After several days of fighting, she had a clear understanding of her own strength.

There is a gap with the three-year group, but among the rookies, there are only two or three who can't beat, and she has full confidence in this match.

"Pine Welcome"

"The green hills are hidden"

After the courtesy, Ning Zhong slashed straight at the head with the "Boundless Falling Tree", and while his opponent Qu Ming was retreating, he followed up with the "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun" and stabbed straight in the face.

Qu Ming had to retreat again.

Ningzhong then leaped forward and swept away with a "Golden Goose Across the Sky". Qu Ming lowered his body and rushed from the side to Ningzhongze's back, and returned a move of "White Clouds Out of Xiu".

Coincidentally, when Ning Zhongze landed on the ground, he squatted down and turned around with "Baiyun Chuxiu" with his hand.

It's just that Qu Ming's sword move was an upward swing, and Ning Zhongze's flat sweep hit his wrist, and the wooden sword fell to the ground.

With only four moves, Qu Ming lost.

"Wow, when did Junior Sister Ning become so powerful?"

The little fat man was amazed. In his impression, although Ning Zhong was stronger than him, he was not too strong. Ming defeated, it would be almost the same if it was replaced by Huang Lin.

Wang Xuerong's face was flushed and her beautiful eyes were shining, probably excited.

"Qu Ming is weaker than Junior Sister Ning. She missed the opportunity in the first move, and made a misjudgment when she was finally defeated. It's not surprising that it ended so early."

Huang Lin pointed out the reason for Qu Ming's rapid defeat.

"Okay, it's actually Brother Huang who gave me the idea. He guessed that Qu Ming might be cautious on this occasion, and asked me to go up and press every step of the way. It really didn't happen."

After Ning Zhong explained it, the little fat man and Wang Xuerong suddenly realized that it was no wonder that her fighting style was different from the past.

In the next fourth round, Yue Chaoqun struggled to defeat his opponents in the third-year group in the C-word ring. When he stepped off the stage, his face was pale, and he almost couldn't even twist the sword in his right hand.

But he couldn't hide the gleam in his eyes. So far, he was the only one who defeated his opponent in the New Year's Eve group, which attracted the attention of many people.

The last group of the first round.

Jia Lei: Newcomer Huang Lin, often in the 3rd year group
Yi Lei: rookie Yang Jiajian, Wei Xiuzhang in the 7th year group

Bing Lei: Lu Yishan from the 3rd year group, Xiao Hongyang from the 7th year group

The crowd around Jialei was the most, and the uncles and elders on the other side of the stand also turned their eyes over.

The rookie Yue Chaoqun can win the junior group, so what about the even more powerful Huang Lin?
(End of this chapter)