jiquan reincarnation

Chapter 4 Seven Rings
In the spacious lobby in front of the courtyard, many outer disciples wearing gray martial arts uniforms quickly poured out, and carried a crimson master chair and coffee table to the center of the lobby. Two delicate girls with the appearance of maids came out of the inner room and started to brew coffee. Tea.

Then, surrounded by three Chuan Gong seniors in black martial arts uniforms and an unknown senior in white martial arts uniforms, a burly middle-aged man slowly came out from the back room.

I saw him wearing a black gold silk robe, with a beard on his face, a rough face, and slightly curly hair. When he walked, he could be said to be walking like a dragon and a tiger, with a majestic momentum, just like a tiger alive.

This person is Weng Xiaolin, the master of Xiaolin Martial Arts.

I heard that the owner Weng is now in his sixties, but he still looks like he is in his prime. It is rumored that he can fight every day and is as strong as a bull.

Weng Xiaolin went to sit on the teacher's chair, took a sip of the tea made by the maid, glanced at the registered disciples who were standing upright with tense faces, and waved their hands casually.

The unknown man in white martial arts uniform walked forward slowly.

This person's figure is exaggeratedly strong, at least two meters tall, in this era where the general height is about 1.7 meters, he is almost like a giant. His loose white martial arts uniform is very full by his granite-like muscles. The ferocious cross-shaped scar almost covered his entire left face, making him look extremely fierce.

In Xiaolin martial arts school, the color of the martial arts uniform represents the identity of the disciple.

Brown and yellow, it is a registered disciple.

Gray is an outer disciple.

Black is an inner disciple.

And Bai is the so-called closed disciple, that is, the real true biography, the one who is qualified to inherit the mantle of the martial arts school.

Standing in front of all the registered disciples in white clothes, the sense of oppression is self-evident, almost suffocating, only to hear him speak slowly, with a voice like a bell: "The promotion assessment for the registered disciples of Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall is now starting! Sort, from front to back, and start to practice the nine forms of Tiger Form one by one! Those who can reach three rings will pass the test!"

After finishing speaking, the master of martial arts turned around slowly, and retreated to Weng Xiaolin's side.

The next moment, all the registered disciples looked at the person who was first in line.

It was Zhou Ze, who was very burly and strong.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhou Ze took a deep breath, calmed down his tense emotions, stepped out a few steps to the front of the stage, looked serious, straightened his back, clasped his fists in front of the owner of the hall, bowed slightly and saluted loudly. said:

"Disciple Zhou Ze, please correct me, the owner and senior brothers!!"

Zhou Ze's voice was full of air, shaking the courtyard.

"good."

Weng Xiaolin, who was sitting on the teacher's chair, glanced at Zhou Ze, nodded slightly, and asked the true master in white beside him: "Is this the one with the best homework among the registered disciples this year?"

"Yes, master. This son's name is Zhou Ze. He comes from a poor family, but his understanding is excellent. Without medicine, his ability to surpass other wealthy sons is enough to prove his aptitude."

Baiyi Zhenchuan said to Weng Xiaolin.

"Very well, let's see how much he can hit today."

Weng Xiaolin nodded.

After Zhou Ze bowed to Weng Xiaolin, he turned around again, bowed his hands to the many registered disciples lined up, and made a gesture of raising his hand.

He closed his eyes slightly, sank into his dantian, and tried his best to adjust his state.

At this time, scenes of scenes flashed in front of his eyes.

In the past, I lived in a dilapidated adobe house, and my parents were helpers. The best food for Chinese New Year was the leftovers brought by the eldest sister who was a dishwasher. New clothes to wear...

And now, I have become the guest of Zuixianlou. The rich family and high-class people who used to dismiss me at all now call me brothers and sisters;

All this, he wanted to have all the time.

Strong desire and longing, like a stimulant, injected into his body in an instant.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he exerted force all over his body, and began to perform martial arts.

The tiger asks the way!

The tiger is out of the hole!

Angry tiger pierces the forest!

The tiger offers its claws!

The evil tiger cuts its tail!

Tigers eat!

Six moves in a row, six rings in a row!
There was a look of surprise on everyone's face. Although they knew that Zhou Ze was able to do three rings in a row three months ago, but the tiger-shaped nine moves, the more backward the moves, the more difficult it is to practice. Ze estimated that it should be about five rings.

In the end, unexpectedly, he hit six rounds.

However, this seemed to have reached the limit of his physical strength, his chest heaved and he began to pant violently.

However, Zhou Ze didn't want it to end like this.

I have to perform better, so that I can gain the attention of the museum owner, better resources, and a higher status! !
Roar! !

He suddenly let out a loud roar, fighting with the last of his strength.

The seventh form!Heihu turned back!

Seven rings!

Even Weng Xiaolin showed a look of surprise on his face.

After practicing martial arts for half a year, it is not easy to be able to achieve this level, it is indeed very talented.

After the seven rings were played, Zhou Ze's face was a little pale, fine beads of sweat were secreted all over his body, his body was a little weak, and his muscles were a little strained.

However, he still insisted on exercising his body, finished the last two poses, and cupped his hands in the direction of the owner, before turning his head and walking to his own position.

Along the way, seeing everyone's awe and surprise gazes, as well as the admiration and admiration in the eyes of my little girlfriend Xia Qing, I just felt refreshing like sweet rain, and even my fatigue eased a bit.

"Seven rings in half a year is indeed a good qualification. Thoroughly check his identity and background. If there is no problem, you can let him go directly to the inner sect, focus on training, and see how he develops in the future."

Weng Xiaolin told the truth to the white clothes around him.

"Master, do you want to..."

Asked in surprise.

"Let's take a look again. If you want to become my true heir, this ability alone is not enough. The three martial arts competition is not far away. If he can get a good ranking, I can consider it."

Weng Xiaolin said lightly.

Next, the martial arts assessment continued, and the registered disciples performed martial arts on stage one by one.

The highest sound is five rings, and the fifth ring is already very reluctant, if there is no sound, it can be said to be four rings.

Zhou Ze's little girlfriend, Xia Qing, played steadily, and successfully passed the test with three hits.

In the end, only about 12 of the top [-] disciples were able to hit three rings.

Some people have the strength to hit three rounds, but due to nervousness on the spot, they performed abnormally and only hit two rounds.

But no one paid any attention to them, and the martial arts school would not give them another chance.

Between the [-]th and [-]th, another qualified person appeared, which was already considered an upset. This person had no hope for himself at first, but he did not expect to perform supernormally on the spot. Now he is overjoyed Madness, if it wasn't for the occasion, I'm afraid I couldn't help dancing.

No matter when, there are always people in this world who are happy and others who are sad.

After forty, there will be no registered disciples who can pass the assessment.

Zhao Xuanqi's ranking was third, and when the female disciple in front of him returned with an ugly face of failure, it was finally his turn to perform martial arts on stage.

(End of this chapter)