Chapter 24
Huashan. Chaoyang Peak

Chaoyang Peak this morning is not as clean as it used to be.

Looking around, they were all Huashan disciples in light black or moon white costumes.

Scattered in twos and threes on the top of Chaoyang Peak.

Flags with the words "Huashan" were planted all around, flying wantonly in the cold wind.

The low temperature on the top of the mountain seems to be unable to stop the Huashan disciples with fiery eyes, and the crowd on the mountainside is gathering.

Luoyan Peak. Yanwei Waterfall

"Master, aren't you going?"

Today is the day of the Inner Sect Grand Competition. After practicing the sword with the old man here early, my mind flew away.

Seeing that the old man had no intention of going to Chaoyang Peak at all, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

The old man's disciples are now his senior brother and his two apprentices.

Neither of them participated in this year's competition.

Fang Buwen was not happy, he really wanted to, but he just thought about it.

So far, even Tang Ai's two senior brothers from half a year ago can't beat them, and they can only be abused if they go up.

It doesn't fit his personality.

"Children are playing around, what is there to see, if you want to see it, go to your teacher's wife later and ask her to take you there."

The old man's swordsmanship looks very ordinary. There is no such thing as sword radiance and sword energy.

In Huang Lin's eyes, it was the same as the old man in the park in his previous life making random gestures, and he couldn't see why.

"Master, is this your 'Three Immortals' Sword'? Who can be hit by this long and slow gesture?" (Chapter 14)

He bowed his head and smiled, raised his eyebrows and asked the old man.

In his previous life, he knew that "Three Immortals' Sword of Killing Life" is a powerful sword technique, otherwise Yue Buqun would not have copied "Three Green Peaks of Taiyue Mountain" later, and was ridiculed by Feng Buping because of it.

"Hey, you've only been studying for a few days, and you barely got a glimpse of it. What kind of insight can you gain? Honestly, let's practice the 'Huashan Sword Art' until it's perfect."

The old man divided sword skills into four levels.

The first glimpse of the door, the integration, the perfection, and the return to the basics.

According to what he said, each sect and party in the world has different divisions of proficiency in moves, but they all lead to the same goal, and there is not much difference.

"Master, how long did it take you to learn the sword until you first saw the way?"

Huang Lin pretended to be naive and asked the old man.

If it weren't for the golden finger to add dishes, it would have taken him at least another month to complete.

When Chen Qingping heard this, his face turned dark.

"Don't you want to watch the inner sect competition? Why don't you hurry up and get out?"

"Yes, yes, then I'll get out, and I won't disturb your sword practice."

Huang Lin turned around with a grin and was ready to look for his wife.

"Go back!"

Hearing the voice behind him, he couldn't help but stop, and his brain suddenly twitched:
"Uh, master, this disciple has rolled a little far away, and he can't come back. Please tell me something."

Chen Qingping staggered, he only realized today that this little apprentice is so cheap! !

With a dark face, he said helplessly: "After the past, pay more attention to a boy named Feng Qingyang, and learn more from him!"

Huang Lin curled his lips, didn't he just fail to become an apprentice.

"Understood the master, the disciple is gone?"

Turn around and run, or the old man will really go crazy, and within two steps, he heard a roar.

"Fuck off!!!"

After Huang Lin left, Chen Qingping had no intention of practicing sword.

Looking at the shallow water spray in the Yanwei Lake, he burst out laughing.

"This bastard."

Shaking his head, he cursed with a smile.

In the eyes of many people, he is a stronger person, with a straight face all day long and extremely serious.

Those who knew him have passed away one after another over the years, and now only his wife and Junior Brother Tan are left, and at most Ruan Qingshou of the Qizong can be added.

Unexpectedly, in just one month, this little guy actually figured out his temperament.

As a result, Shi's prestige is getting weaker and weaker, and he looks a bit like a grandfather and grandson.

After pondering for a moment, he looked in the direction of Chaoyang Peak and said in a low voice, "I hope you can do it."

"Master, why does Dabi still have an uncle of the Qing generation?"

Following Luan Qingrou to Chaoyang Peak, Huang Lin found that there were still many uncles in light ink costumes, all of whom looked eager to try.

Tan Qingfang, who was walking with Luan Qingrou in front, laughed and said:

"Nephew Bulin doesn't know, my Huashan Grand Competition every year, as long as you are under 35 years old, you can participate, regardless of your generation."

"Wouldn't it be unfair if we participated?"

Bai Zimo beside Huang Lin said.

His name is Bai Bumo now.

"Hmph! What's the point of defeating people of the same age? Every year in my Huashan Grand Competition, there are countless young disciples who challenge themselves!"

Bai Bumo's blood boiled with enthusiasm when Master Tan said it, and he wished he could go on stage to participate in the competition this year.

Fortunately, sanity is online.

Huang Lin was also a little yearning. The old man said that Feng Qingyang would participate this year, but he didn't know how far he could go.

He Bai Bumo followed his wife and uncle to the top of Chaoyang Peak.

The stands where the high-rises are located have already been set up.

There are many people sitting at this time.

Huang Lin saw the little fat man standing behind his master and winking at him.

Smiling and waving to him, he followed his wife to the stands.

The rules of the Inner Sect Competition are extremely simple and have not changed for many years.

The main one is not to attack vital points, not to lead people to disability,
Violators will be disqualified from the Grand Competition that year and may be held accountable.

Each person has three chances to challenge, and the challenge counts as one failure.

You can also go directly to the challenge and wait for someone to challenge you. The number of times you are defeated does not count.

After playing three games in a row, you can choose to take a rest.

The big competition ranking is calculated according to the number of victories, regardless of the victory or defeat among the players.

In addition, you can also challenge by name, but you can only challenge those who are older than yourself, and once you start, there is no possibility of stopping and resting.

There are different rewards every year, or magical weapons, or exercises, or rare fruits and so on.

This year's first prize is a divine weapon called Shen Xingjian, forged of thousand years of cold iron.

No.2 is a piece of soft armor, it is said that it is unbreakable without magic weapons.

No.3 is "Raising My Sword Art".

Then there are all kinds of pills.

For some time in previous years, No.1 was only ten bottles of Peiyuan Pill.

After listening to Uncle Tan's introduction, Huang Lin only felt that it was too late for him to get started, otherwise it would all belong to him!
The important characters always appear last.

After everyone sat down, the head of the sect, Ning Qingyu, brought his wife Wan Qingji over.

Behind them were Ning Bumu, Yue Chaoqun and Ning Zhongze.

It should be called Yue Buqun now.

Several people smiled at each other as a greeting.

"cough"

The sound rang in the ears, and the peak was silent.

Ning Qingyu said a few words briefly, announced the prizes, and announced the start.

The atmosphere suddenly warmed up.

Disciples like Huang Lin and the elders are jealous, let alone ordinary disciples.

One by one gearing up, scanning left and right.

But for a while, no one came to the stage.

"Every one of them is hidden, and Li will throw bricks to attract jade. Which senior brother will come up to discuss it?"

Finally someone came to the stage, judging by his attire, he was a senior of a different age.

In the corner of the stage stood an uncle of the Qing Dynasty, which seemed to prevent accidents.

"I'll meet you."

"Zhang asked for advice."

As soon as Senior Brother Li finished speaking, many voices echoed in the crowd.

Huang Lin's eyes were sharp, and he didn't speak until he saw that a senior brother went directly to the ring without saying a word.

"Since Senior Brother Li is interested, Junior Brother will come up to ask for advice."

After finishing speaking, the senior made another sword-holding salute, and said:
"Jianzong, Zhao Bumeng, please advise."

Upon seeing this, Senior Brother Li smiled and made the same gesture.

"Qizong, Li Buyuan, please advise."

Although Huang Lin knew that the sword holding ceremony was spread in the inner sect, he did not expect that the two of them in the first scene were so proficient.

It is estimated that this ceremony of holding a sword will be spread to the Jianghu in the future, so I have to rethink my appearance.

While watching the comparison between the two, he opened his mind.

The two people on the stage went through a few tricks, and then they fought fiercely.

From Huang Lin's point of view, Senior Brother Zhao's sword moves were fierce and complicated, making it difficult for Senior Brother Li to fight.

Although Qizong is famous for his internal strength, both of them are still young, and the strength of internal strength is not obvious.

Brother Zhao, who is proficient in sword moves, has an obvious advantage.

Sure enough, Zhao Bumeng's swordsmanship changed suddenly, and the originally complicated sword moves became a little erratic, and Li Buyuan was at a loss for what to do.

"Huh? Is it the Thirteen Styles of Breeze?"

Luan Qingrou in front of Huang Lin spoke with some doubts, and after speaking, she leaned slightly and looked to the right.

Over there are the three elders of the Sword Sect, Tan Qingfang, Yuan Qingming and Zhou Qingzhong.

"Junior Brother Zhou completed this set of sword skills?"

Tan Qingfang asked Zhou Qingzhong who was a seat away.

"Oh, how could it be so simple, I barely made up a few tricks, but it was not satisfactory, which disappointed Senior Brother Tan."

Zhou Qingzhong shook his head with a sigh.

"Many of my Huashan unique skills have been lost, and now only Junior Brother Zhou is doing the work of supplementing them. Junior Brother is so tired, I admire you!"

"The younger brother is also interested in it. Besides, it's all about performing their own duties, so there is no need to be tired."

"Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng" is one of Huashan's unique skills. It has been lost since the battle 20 years ago. Now there is only one incomplete sword manual left in the mountain. Zhou Qingzhong has been trying to complete this set of swordsmanship.

Huang Lin listened to the secret news silently behind a group of teachers, and recalled "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng" in his heart. The name of this sword technique was a bit unfamiliar to him.

If he had to change the occasion, he would definitely think it was a low-level martial art like "Five Tiger Swords".

It may be that the name is too common and was neglected in the previous life. If he had to change it to a name that sounded powerful like "Heaven and Earth Crossover Zheng Yin Yang Great Compassion", he would definitely remember it.

When I came back to my senses, several rounds had already passed on stage.

After Zhao Bumeng defeated Li Buyuan of the Qizong, he won two more matches, all opponents were from the Qizong.

After that, they took a rest.

Now on the stage is Chang Bushao of the Qi sect, who looks about [-] years old, and is considered very old.

This person has deep internal strength, and his sword moves are powerful and heavy. Just now, Pupu's Huashan swordsmanship completely smashed the opponent's sword.

It was quite similar to when Huang Lin beat Yuan Xiaoyang back then, but at a higher level.

Huang Lin saw that after Chang Bushao finished the game just now, no one came to the stage.

This person may have a great reputation in the door.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a voice from the stage.

"Is there no one in Jianzong? Who else is here to ask for advice?"

Arrogant, even said "ask for advice".

Obviously, he didn't pay attention to the people of Jianzong.

Hearing the grunt of dissatisfaction from the teacher in front, Huang Lin didn't mean to be annoyed at all.

From his point of view, the battle of Qi swords is very unreasonable.

It's just that people speak lightly now, and no one will listen to him.

"It's over!"

A young disciple dressed in light black clothes walked out of the crowd.

It seems that he is still a master.

Huang Lin looked around and saw that the man was quite handsome, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, and a straight body, like a long sword drawn out of its sheath.

After standing still on the stage, he held a long sword and put his hands together, and greeted him in an ordinary manner.

"Huashan, the wind is clear!"

(End of this chapter)

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