Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 31

"The sword's name is Chihuang. It is three feet and six inches long, weighs six catties and eight taels. It is blown and broken. It was forged by a master craftsman in the palace with iron from meteorites from outside the sky!"

As soon as Huang Lin said this, the peak was silent.

Ning Qingyu's hands stroking his beard froze, his eyes wandering, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Haha, that's a good remark, I will do the same thing, Old Bear, when I go back and forth in the rivers and lakes! It's so exciting!"

The little fat man secretly covered his face behind his master, this master was too incomprehensible.

"This junior brother is much prettier than Uncle Feng from a few years ago!"

The female disciples on Jianzong's side have stars in their eyes again.

There are also some disciples who wish they could replace them with their own bodies.

Seeing that it attracted everyone's attention, Huang Lin continued loudly:
"This sword has never been shown to anyone since it was cast back into its sheath. I don't know which senior brother will come up to let the red phoenix appear?"

Although he didn't name them, Huang Lin's eyes stayed on the Qizong disciples.

It is you who have found it!

After a moment of silence, there was a sound from the audience.

"Hmph, Mr. Chen is here to meet Junior Brother Huang."

It was the Air Sect Senior Brother who was about to come up and stopped just now.

Angry!Just stop that step and let Jianzong show off!
"Qizong, Chen Bujing!"

"Jianzong, Huang Bulin!"

This air sect's Senior Brother Chen looks about the same age as Yu Buyong just now.

The same is true for the inner sect competitions in previous years. The ones who came up were all younger at first, and then gradually increased.

This is an unwritten rule.

So Huang Lin easily sent Chen Bujing down within ten strokes.

After another round, everyone saw that he didn't intend to come down to rest, and immediately understood.

This year's meat show came a little early!

One by one.

Huang Lin always moves with simple shallow steps, and the movement range of his moves is also small.

All of them were dealt with with the most concise basic sword style with the sword and sheath.

It saves a lot of effort than when the wind was clear.

Slowly, someone on the Jianzong side of the audience was the first to discover the pattern!
If the person on stage has a gentle face, he can persist for about [-] strokes, and it is more decent to go on.

If it is with a cold face, then you can only stick to twenty strokes at most.

If the tone is unpleasant, or there is a sarcasm, ten tricks, no more, and you will be slapped by the scabbard.

"Tsk~ Can you still play like this?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Our Junior Brother Huang is too strong. No one on stage can do ten tricks in his hands."

"Aren't there still a few who have played twenty or thirty moves?"

"Deliberately, you can't even see it? Come on, come on, let me tell you."

A group of disciples on Jianzong's side talked about it one after another, and those who didn't understand it had someone who understood it to show off and tell them.

As the arena went up and down, the disciples' discussions became louder and louder.

The Airbender finally discovered the pattern.

"This Huang Bulin is too much!"

"This is for us to subdue him!"

"Killing is nothing more than nodding your head. I'll go up and fight him in a while!"

The atmosphere between the two sects of disciples can be described as a natural difference.

Among the Qizong crowd, there was a young boy with a sad face after listening to the explanation of the senior brother next to him. He had only been on the mountain for three years, this time he listened to the master, and planned to go up to experience the difference from the senior brothers.

After watching the previous two games, I was a little afraid, and I planned to wait, but I didn't know that I was waiting for a big devil to come out.

He looked eagerly at the corner of the stand, his master was sitting there, but unfortunately the old man was talking to the teacher next to him, so he couldn't meet his eyes.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stomped his feet.

Fight!Isn't it embarrassing!
After a senior brother stepped down from the stage in some misery, he bit his lip and walked towards the ring as if going to the execution ground.

"Junior Brother Huang, this one is gnashing his teeth."

The voice from Jianzong was a bit loud.

It's over, I was misunderstood!
The boy's face flushed red.

"Senior brother, my name is Qi, I am Li Buyou, the Qi sect."

"Yes, Qizong Li Buyou, I have met my senior brother."

Huang Lin: "."

"Jianzong, Huang Bulin, met Junior Brother Li."

After a pause, Huang Lin asked again gently:
"How old is Junior Brother Li?"

Apart from a few acquaintances, this was the first time he met someone who called him a senior, and he was still a young gentleman, so he felt a little like a junior.

"Huh? Back to Senior Brother, Junior Brother is 13 this year."

Li Buyou was a little surprised, this senior brother Huang is not as scary as those senior brothers said.

The originally tense mood calmed down.

"cough~"

Seeing that Huang Lin was still waiting to speak, the uncle at the corner of the ring coughed.

We were still in the ring, so we started chatting.

Huang Lin turned his head and nodded to show his understanding, then said to Li Buyou:

"Junior Brother Li, please!"

"Senior Brother Huang please advise!"

Li Buyou respectfully gave a sword-holding salute, which he learned when he was in the outer sect.

"Pine Welcome"

Seeing his standard posture, Huang Lin nodded casually as a courtesy.

"Xiao Shi Chenglong"

"Brilliant breeze"

"Endless Falling Trees"

Li Buyou used a set of Huashan swordsmanship, Huang Lin parried at will, and did not fight back.

Only when he typed it a second time did he open his mouth to give pointers.

"You have exhausted all your strength in this move, you should use seven points of your strength and leave it for changes."

"This trick is not bad, but if the enemy is stronger than you, it will be better to change to 'bells and drums'. The latter change will make it easier for you to block the opponent's attack."

"Sword moves can't be too rigid, they have to be able to change at any time, so that when you change your moves, you can be unexpected."

After a good fight, Huang Lin made it into a guide match, and the opponent was still an airbender.

However, the disciples of the Sword Sect below were not angry, no matter how hard they were with the grandson of the Qi Sect, they would not vent their anger on a child.

At the elders' table, the elders of the air sect who originally accused Huang Lin frowned, shook their heads and sighed, making people puzzled.

"Bulin, this kid is really good. After 20 years, he will be the pillar of my Sword Sect!"

"Looking at his actions just now, I was quite cautious. I didn't expect this kid to be kind-hearted, but I'm afraid the faces of those old guys are not good-looking at the moment."

"Tsk tsk, the disciples of the Qi sect are being taught by our sword sect. Thinking about it makes me happy, and I will drink two more glasses in a while."

When Li Buyou saw Huang Lin pointing out his mouth, his surprise was beyond words, and he made the sword move more seriously.

A set of "Huashan Sword Art" was used back and forth five or six times, until the uncle at the side coughed again, and the two of them stopped without further satisfaction.

It's quite interesting that Huang Lin pretended to be "Master".

When Li Buyou clenched his fists and admitted defeat, there was still reluctance in his eyes.

"Brother Li Buyou, thank you Brother Huang for your guidance!"

"Well, if you have time, you can come to the Yanwei Valley of Luoyan Peak to find me. If you don't know the way, you can go to your Qizong. You don't have much money, and you are a fat man."

Huang Lin really likes this little junior brother, much cuter than Fang Cheng.

The uncle on the side coughed again and again
After signaling Li Buyou to go down, Huang Lin looked at Qizong again.

The Qizong disciple is now in a complicated mood with mixed feelings.

Killing and punishing people's hearts to buy people's hearts! This is it!

"Hmph! Don't be fooled by him. He is deliberately teaching the way of Jianzong to Junior Brother Buyou. When will our Qizong learn from Jianzong?!"

"That's right! I was almost deceived by him. We are masters of using Qi to control the sword, so we don't need to be as good at swordsmanship as they are!"

"It's too bad! I thought he was pretty good just now."

When Li Buyou came back, he was a little at a loss when he heard these discussions, and thought that he had finished the competition, so he ran towards the master.

"Master, the disciples are finished."

After Li Buyou saluted honestly, he whispered next to his master:

"Master, Brother Huang taught me a lot just now, which is different from what you usually say."

Mo Qingyun is not yet 45, and he was an ordinary disciple of the Qing Dynasty before. Li Buyou was his first apprentice, who was brought up the mountain from the outer gate three years ago.

As a teacher for the first time, Mo Qingyun loved Li Buyou very much. He himself has a calm temperament, and he usually doesn't participate in the two schools of Qi and Sword, so he didn't tell Li Buyou about it.

But he understands that the training methods of Jianzong and Qizong are somewhat different!
At this time, I was struggling in my heart, and when I saw my disciple's question, I said:

"Tu'er performed well, let's talk about this matter later when we go back."

I don't know whether to scold Huang Lin or thank him.

As for Huang Lin's previous attitude towards the disciple of the Qi sect, the disciple did not cast a shadow on the ring this time, which is definitely a different opinion.

But my precious apprentice is from the Qi sect, and the swordsmanship has not yet formed. If this is misled by the people of the sword sect, how will I teach my apprentice in the future?
Mo Qingyun shook his head there, Li Buyou couldn't understand, and looked enviously at Senior Brother Huang on the ring. After he got down, Senior Brother Huang beat up several people again, right?The sword is still not out of its sheath!
"Junior Brother Cui, you will go up later."

Among the crowd of Qizong disciples, Chang Bushao whispered to the junior brother beside him.

"So early? Those who go up now are not over 25 years old."

Cui Busheng was a little surprised, this senior brother Chang was a little discouraged after losing to Feng Qingyang, so he left the mountain to travel, and when he came back at the beginning of the year, his strength had increased greatly, and he hated the people of Jianzong even more.

"It's okay, this guy has a bit of strength, ordinary juniors are just going up to fuel his arrogance, I'm afraid he can't even force him out with a sword!"

At this time, Chang Bushao was a little bigger and more imposing than before.

"Okay, I'll come down after I go up and beat him later."

Cui Busheng said with a frown.

That Huang Lin was only 16 years old, and he was almost 30 years old. It was a little unreasonable to take the initiative to bully a child.

But just like Senior Brother Chang said, this kid is a little too strong, if he doesn't go up, he may still be able to fight for a long time, and the airbender will lose all face.

Just as Huang Lin sent away a senior with ease, he looked towards Qi Zong without making any noise, and the senior brothers of Jian Zong below started booing.

After his actions were seen through, the brothers of Jianzong began to act like monsters. Every time a person from the Qizong came out, they shouted loudly below what their expressions were.

It was much more lively than when the wind was clear and majestic.

Huang Lin couldn't help being a little excited when he saw an older senior brother coming out from the Qizong side.

Most of the people who came up before are not as good as Bai Bumo, and he is a bit boring now.

"Shameless, I'm already 29, and I went up to challenge a 16-year-old kid!"

Jianzong standing in the front row saw that it was Cui Busheng, and immediately yelled loudly.

All of a sudden, Jianzong's side became noisy, shouting and cursing.

Cui Busheng was already embarrassed, but now he wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

"cough~"

Seeing that the stage was a little chaotic, the uncle on the ring started to cough again, but unfortunately there was a moment of silence below, and the noise broke out again.

Cui Busheng didn't go up, and didn't go back, he moved towards the ring hesitantly.

"Humph!"

The voice exploded in the ears of the disciples.

Then it calmed down.

"Come out, let's go up!"

Voices resounded in the arena, but it was impossible to find out who was speaking.

"Yes!"

Cui Busheng clasped his fists in the direction of the stands gratefully.

Taking a deep breath, Cui Busheng calmed down and walked onto the stage slowly.

"Jianzong, Huang Bulin!"

"Qizong, Cui Busheng!"

(End of this chapter)