Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 50 This is the momentum?

"Master, this disciple is about to enter the first class!"

Huang Lin had no choice but to show his cards.

"It's about to enter the first class."

The old man didn't care about it a second ago, but he turned his head and stared at Huang Lin in a daze, and asked in disbelief:
"Top class?"

Huang Lin straightened his chest and nodded proudly.

"Are you going to enter the first class so soon? How long has it been? You have opened three serious rules?"

The old man jumped off the recliner, and blurted out a series of questions.

"Father, the disciple has some adventures outside, please sit down and listen to the disciple speak slowly."

Huang Lin had no choice but to help the old man sit down, isn't this too exciting?
He had seen many of them in his previous life, such as a three-year-old milk baby killing beasts, a seven-year-old fairy king, and a ten-year-old golden fairy. He didn't think his 17-year-old low-level martial arts was anything special.

But in the eyes of the old man, he is just a little monster, and a genius is not such a genius, is he?Born to hit other people.

"This is your opportunity. Needless to say, is it true that the Twelve Poems have come to fruition?"

The old man sat down and arranged it, and when he was old, he asked what happened to the little apprentice's adventure.

"Master, it's nothing. Besides, the adventures are all in my belly, so I won't tell you that I'm bored."

Huang Lin said with a smile.

He had never experienced the love of his relatives in his previous life, and he went to Huashan Mountain not long after he came here. The elders loved him a lot, and he really wanted to show off in front of his elders.

Without waiting for the old man to speak, he continued:

"I went down the mountain this time to visit the ancestral court of Zhongnan Quanzhen."

"Is there anything else in the ancestral court? It has been searched countless times."

As soon as the old man heard that he had gone to Mount Zhongnan, he interrupted Huang Lin, thinking that he met him by chance at Mount Zhongnan.

"Master, listen to me, what's the rush, there are only a few broken bricks in the Quanzhen Ancestral Court, so there is no chance."

Rolling his eyes, Huang Lin said helplessly.

"I originally wanted to meet some opportunities there, but unfortunately I didn't. There are many Taoist temples in the mountain, so I wandered there for three months. After going down the mountain, I found that my mount had been robbed."

"The disciple went to Xiangyang after he came down from Wudang."

The old man wanted to interrupt several times, but he held back. He finally stopped Huang Lin when he heard Huang Lin finished talking about Wudang.

"You mean, after that old guy Tianyi found out about Chong Heng's death, he secretly made a covenant with you little boy?"

"Eh, it's not a covenant, it's just a verbal agreement."

Huang Lin touched the back of his forehead, feeling a little strange about the old man's reaction.

"Hmph, this old guy is really shameless, but it's not surprising. Tian Yi has always trained that Chong Heng as the head of the sect. Now that he is gone, the old guy must feel very uncomfortable. Sigh I have also heard about Chong Heng, he is a genius, I heard that two years ago, he stepped into the first class with half a foot, and he was only 25 at the time, tsk tsk"

Huang Lin interjected after hearing the words:
"Then Huashan has cultivated the next generation of masters?"

He had some doubts in his heart, what kind of model did these famous sects use to train their successors.

Later, when Yue Buqun was in charge of Mount Hua, Linghu Chong was actually trained to be so stupid by him. Lao Yue's actions didn't look like those of a well-trained sect leader.

"Our head of Huashan is still young, only in his early fifties, and he probably hasn't started training successors yet. The cultivation of the next generation of head depends not only on talent, but also on seniority and age."

Chen Qingping saw that he was interested, so he talked about it.

People in the martial arts are all full of skills, and they are at their peak at the age of five or sixty. The head of a school is not only the strongest in the school, but at least the top of the same generation.

The masters at their peak generally don't deliberately train the next generation to be masters, unless it is the Shaolin Fangzheng mentioned by Huang Lin, Chong Heng, and the old man. Only those with outstanding talents can be cultivated early.

Now that Ning Qingyu is only 52, he is still expected to enter the top ranks. He will not train his successor disciples so early, at least he will have to start after he is [-] when he is extremely hopeless.

Huang Lin now understood that Ganqing Yue Buqun had never received the orthodox training program for the leader.

When Huashan was cold, the disciples he brought out after taking over.
Lao Yue is so miserable!

Putting away the exclamation towards Yue Buqun, Huang Lin asked in embarrassment:

"Master, you said that this talent of this disciple is stronger than that of Wudang Chongheng and Shaolin Fangzheng, so can this disciple compete for it?"

"Well, no one knows that you are about to enter the first class, so you don't want to hide it?"

Chen Qingping knew this apprentice well, he liked to hide everything he had, and wouldn't show it unless he had to. Now that he has ambitions, he must reveal his strength.

"No need, I'm only 17 years old, I'm afraid I don't need to show it if I'm a second-rate consummation, right? By the way, let's not talk about Master, this disciple really brought you something good, just look at it."

After Huang Lin finished speaking, he brought the big bucket over, lifted the lid, and a gust of cold air came out.

"It looks like snake meat, but how can there be such a big snake?"

Chen Qingping stretched out his head and took a look. There were several large pieces of meat in the bucket, segment by segment, with a slight fragrance.

"Hey, Master, this is the adventure that my disciple had outside Xiangyang City. This snake is called Pusi Qu Snake, and it is nearly three feet long. It took a lot of effort to kill this fellow."

Huang Lin said rather frightened.

"Well, it's a long way from Xiangyang to Huashan. The meat is not rotten, and it still has a fragrance. It seems to be a strange beast."

The old man squeezed the King Snake meat and was a little surprised.

"Master, this snake gallbladder has the effect of increasing internal strength. This disciple eats the gallbladder of this snake king, and only opened two serious ones in a few days. This meat"

As he was speaking, the old man turned his head and asked solemnly:

"Every genius and treasure has a unique way of eating. If this snake gall is to be mild in medicine, it shouldn't take you a few days to make it. I'm afraid there will be danger in the middle?"

Huang Lin stared blankly at his master, this old Jianghu old Jianghu, he was right, and he was going to ask about his dantian later, but he didn't expect the old man to hear the danger in just a few words.

"Uh, it's quite dangerous, it almost exploded! In order to save myself, this disciple let the internal force rotate and purify in the dantian to survive. It only took three hours to get through the last two serious ways, but now the internal force is still rotating in the dantian. ,can not stop."

Huang Lin honestly told the old man about his troubles.

"Hand out!"

The old man glared at him, pinched the pulse door and inspected it carefully.

After a while, he frowned and asked:

"I don't see anything wrong, what's wrong with you?"

"That's not true, but when fighting with others later, the disciple can show his momentum, but he is not very proficient."

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The old man is just asking about your discomfort!
"Well, it's perfect, and your sword-drawing technique suits your wishes. It's not surprising that you can condense your momentum occasionally. You should practice more in the future and get familiar with it."

???

Huang Lin was a little puzzled, what does this have to do with sword drawing?Can't help but ask:
"I'm chanting the scriptures, Master. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with drawing the sword."

Chen Qingping turned his head and looked at Huang Lin blankly. The master and apprentice looked at each other like this, and the scene was inexplicably awkward.

"Come on, let's have a fight, let's see what kind of momentum you have."

What the master and apprentice said was a bit wrong, but in the end Chen Qingping thought of a way.

"Uh, okay, but master, you have to let the disciples prepare."

The two confront each other with swords outside the courtyard.

Chen Qingping stood with a single sword in a green robe, relaxed and freehand, but like Yuan Tingyue and Yue Zhi, he didn't see anything, and exuded a strong aura, but he didn't show his momentum.

On the other hand, Huang Lin's feet were separated forward and backward, his body was slightly tilted, his right hand was on the hilt of his sword, his eyes were slightly closed, and his ponytail was automatic without wind.

After a long time, Chen Qingping became quite impatient, and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed Huang Lin's aura emanating from him.

Really imposing!
This momentum is like a volcano about to erupt!
Chen Qingping immediately developed his momentum correspondingly.

Huang Lin immediately felt that he was facing a towering mountain, which was steep and precipitous.

This is Luoyan Peak?
He now felt that he was being suppressed, his eyes could see that the old man was standing like that, his whole body was full of flaws, but Luoyan Peak on the opposite side had no flaws at all.

In desperation, he had to force his shot.

"choke~"

Lightly stepping on the foot, the red phoenix came out of its sheath in the quick shot, and slanted upwards from the bottom.

He didn't move towards the neck and neck as usual.

"When~"

Unexpectedly, it was blocked.

Huang Lin immediately tapped his left foot and floated to the right to avoid the sword. At the same time, "Golden Goose Hengkong" slashed towards the old man's right hand.

Then I saw the old man took a step to the right and made a gesture of "Welcome guests with green pine".

But it was not on the defensive, the tip of the sword was cut from the outside to the inside, and went straight to Huang Lin's right hand holding the sword.

He was in the air right now, it was too late to withdraw his move, there was only one way left, that is to continue walking with his right hand along the direction of "Golden Goose Hengkong", dodge the old man's sword point and then withdraw.

But that would open the door wide open!The next move has to be cold.

As a last resort, Huang Lin let go of the sword with his right hand and took it back from the air with his left hand, just avoiding the old man's long sword.

After switching to his left hand, he barely survived a few tricks, and then found a chance to switch back to his right hand, and the scene was a little better.

But Huang Lin was still quite embarrassed.

However, as he became familiar with the old man's swordsmanship, he gradually became able to fight back, and then he fought back and forth.

Of course, for him, he comes more and returns less.

After fifty strokes, the old man slapped away Huang Lin's long sword and then retreated to withdraw the sword.

"Not bad, great progress!"

Chen Qingping stroked his beard and boasted.

It's really a monster, and he can fight back in just a few dozen moves!The eyes are also easy to use, I raise my hand and this kid knows where my sword is going, what a freak of a mother!

"Master, is there such a big difference between second-rate Consummation and first-rate?"

Huang Lin was woken up by the old man's hammer.

Ever since he crushed Fang Sheng with his left hand, he felt a little smug, thinking that those famous masters were nothing more than that.

The old man said that he only opened two of his eight veins, so he is only a first-class middle class.

But he was so embarrassed in the middle of the first-class, how about the perfection of the first-rate?How gorgeous is Jue Ding?
"Tch, can this old man be the same as an ordinary first-class man?"

Chen Qingping gave Huang Lin a sideways look, and then asked:

"Your aura is right. Why is this condensation method different from the normal one? But there are other abnormalities?"

"Yes, when the disciple unleashes his aura, he feels that his soul is about to fly out of his body, but he is much more sensitive to the surrounding things. When fighting with people, he also feels that the opponent's movements are two points slower than usual."

The old man was stunned when he heard half of it, and he held his hand on his beard and remained motionless.

After hearing what Huang Lin said, he suddenly turned his head to look at him, and his beard fell off again.

Is this girl still imposing?

This is magic, right?
(End of this chapter)