God of Nine Suns

In the early morning of the next day, nearly [-] teenagers gathered in the school martial arts square. Although the training day was short, the team line up was tight, standing upright opposite the three high platforms, waiting for the final hurdle, the sword test.

"Boom"

"Boom", "Boom"

……

"The first match, Yang Xuan vs. Zhang Hong!"

"The second match, Hua Wu vs. Bai Jingjing!"

……

With the beating of the war drums, the final test of the youngsters who were admitted to the gang officially opened, and then, under the announcement of the old man who presided over the sword test arena, one by one the named teenagers stepped onto the three arenas one after another.

"No.18, Wang Kun vs. Luo Zhan!"

Suddenly, a nomination resounded, and Luo Zhan left the team in response, striding forward to the third high platform in the field.

"My lord, Wang Kun, please advise!"

"My next Luo Zhan, please advise!"

"start!"

The person who boarded the third high platform with Luo Zhan was also a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. After clasping fists and chatting with each other, under the order of the referee, the three high platforms placed in the field immediately fell into a state of confrontation .

"Trust"

"Tuo", "Tuo"

……

All of a sudden, the sound of wooden swords clashing together, the simple basic sword skills are also inextricably entangled with each other, attracting the young people watching from the audience to cheer from time to time.

However, compared to the sword test above the first and second high platforms, the sword fight on the third high platform is not worth watching, probably because the moment the referee's words fell, the wooden sword in Luo Zhan's hand was gone. It hit the opponent's chest extremely quickly.

"Well, this round, Luo Zhan won!"

Staring at Luo Zhan for a moment, Fang nodded lightly to the slightly surprised referee, and immediately, after nodding, he wrote down the record.

"Thank you referee!"

He bowed his hands and thanked, and then, without hesitation, Luo Zhan jumped straight off the four-foot-high platform, and disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind a young man who lowered his head and stared blankly at a white ash mark on his chest.

Then, time passed by little by little, until around noon, Luo Zhanfang ushered in the second sword test. However, the opponent in this sword test was a little girl in her teens.

"Under Luo Zhan, I will admit defeat in this match!"

Looking beyond Zhang Xu, the little girl who was two years younger than himself, Luo Zhan couldn't help being speechless for a while, and after thinking about it for a while, he cupped his fists and gave up. < The beauty of Ren, the other party is a little girl, if she can get into the sect, her fate will definitely change.

"Hmph, this girl doesn't need your consent, watch the sword!"

However, in the face of Luo Zhan's courteousness, the little girl who was almost half a head shorter than Luo Zhan didn't appreciate it. She opened her mouth lightly, snorted coldly, and immediately raised her sword and stabbed.

"Toto", "Tototo", "Toto"

In an instant, the two wooden swords clashed quickly, leaving behind a series of crisp "Tuo Tuo" sounds. Suddenly, Luo Zhan swung vigorously, and after unscrewing the opponent's attacking wooden sword, he took two steps back, narrowing his eyes slightly. said in amazement.

"So fast!"

After seeing the little girl's fencing speed, Luo Zhan couldn't help but be surprised. It should be noted that the realm of martial arts has always been divided into six levels, namely: preliminary comprehension, a glimpse of the door, entry into the room, integration, proficiency, and pinnacle.

In his previous life, Luo Zhan had dabbled a lot in his previous life because he practiced Taiji sword and admired Yang Guo's "black iron epee". As for the most basic sword style, he had already reached the stage of "initial comprehension".

At this moment, after more than ten days of pondering and diligent practice, Luo Zhan's basic swordsmanship has already advanced to the level of "slightly peeking at the door". With the idea of ​​winning the grasp, how can such a situation not make Luo Zhan startled.

"Hmph, how dare you look down on this girl, you know how powerful you are? But, next, this girl will use three points of strength!"

Looking at the astonished Luo Zhan, the little girl seemed quite happy. After a coquettish scream, the hilt swirled again, and the speed was three points faster out of thin air, like a gust of wind and rain, stabbing, chopping and slashing. Come.

"Tuo", "Tuo"

"boom……"

As the real fighting strength of the little girl opposite was revealed, Luo Zhan, who was unwilling to trade his injuries for death, finally couldn't hold back, and was stabbed in the chest by the little girl's sword, ending the round of the fight.

"Well, not bad, Rui'er's swordsmanship has improved again!"

In the distance, under a big tree, a middle-aged man in a brocade suit gently stroked his thin beard, looked at the fierce fighting ring in front of him, nodded slightly, and looked very satisfied.

"Congratulations to Hall Master Mu, the lady's aptitude is high, and she will definitely be able to inherit Hall Master's unique swordsmanship in the future!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man in the brocade suit looked good, the bald man who accompanied him immediately cupped his hands to congratulate him, with a look of honor on his body.

"Well, Deacon Fuji has done a good job. In just over ten days, he has trained a selected student for the gang with good swordsmanship and comprehension. It is really rare."

Hearing the words of the bald man, the middle-aged man in Jinfu turned his eyes and stared at the high-ranking young man who had been defeated for a moment. After a slight nod, he praised and praised each other.

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In the evening, the selection of disciples of the "Nujiang Gang" was completely completed. There were originally nearly 120 teenagers, but only [-] were selected for the "Nujiang Gang". After a month, we will see the outcome.

"This is the legendary inner strength method!"

Holding the blue booklet titled "Puyang Jue" with the first three levels of exercises in his hand, Luo Zhan couldn't wait to open it and read it. Although "Puyang Jue" was only a third-rate exercise, Luo Zhan still couldn't resist its attack. charm.

"Inner strength" is the foundation of all martial arts, if there is no inner strength, most martial arts will not be able to reflect its power, it will be regarded as a flowery boxing, without the slightest power at all.

And once instilled with inner strength, ordinary martial arts moves can be powerful, cracking monuments and cracking stones, what's more, they are as simple as they are complex, as clumsy as they are ingenious.

This is also the tragedy of martial artists in the 21st century who have less aura. Although there are boxing masters who can practice inner strength according to ancient methods, few of them can achieve great success.

"My lord, it's time to eat."

Suddenly, a buzzing sound sounded from the opposite bed, reminding Luo Zhan, who was fascinated by watching the "Puyang Jue" exercises, that it was getting late.

Following Luo Zhan's instructions, Luo Tong, who attacked with a quick sword in the sword test field, passed the last test without any accidents, and joined the ranks of beginner disciples of the "Nujiang Gang" together with Luo Zhan.

But at the time of the branch dormitory, the bald man unexpectedly booked a spacious and bright dormitory for the two of them. You must know that four of the other beginner disciples crowded into one dormitory.

Therefore, apart from Luo Zhan's hidden guesses, most of the other people were confused and mistakenly thought that the two of Luo Zhan and the bald man had a nepotistic relationship. For this, Luo Zhan laughed in his heart and did not explain.

"Well, time flies by!"

Luo Zhan, who had memorized the first three layers of the "Puyang Jue" contained in the blue book fluently, heard the call, raised his head, looked at the infinite beauty of the sunset outside the window, stretched slightly, and stood up.