Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 219 In the Martial Arts Conference

【You are obviously not satisfied with just winning like this. 】

Lin Qianjun's complexion changed.

Tsk, come again?

Forget it, it's just a low-level plane, so be happy with yourself! !
[As a future master of martial arts, how can he not leave a strong mark in history. 】

[Beating some ordinary martial arts fighters can't prove your strength at all. 】

[You have already made a decision to challenge the Huajin masters in the referee seat. Only by defeating them can this martial arts conference be considered complete. 】

[Mission: A perfect end. 】

[Before noon comes, challenge and win all the Huajin masters on the referee's seat, and end this martial arts conference perfectly. 】

[Task Reward: The general outline of the existing martial arts of Huaguo. 】

[Punishment for failure: contempt and reviling from all Chinese martial arts practitioners. 】

Lin Qianjun pouted, even if he didn't have this task, it was inevitable for him to compete with these Huajin masters.

The difference is only in the morning and evening.

Thinking of this, Lin Qianjun slowly looked at the twelve Huajin masters in the referee's seat, and said: "Since the rest of the comrades in the field will not make a move, I would like to ask the seniors for advice."

Hearing this, there was an uproar in the field.

"furious!!"

"presumptuous!!"

"He has the capital to be presumptuous, so what if such a young master of Huajin is young and frivolous."

"Does he really think that the strength of those masters can be compared with the rest?"

"Can I have the honor to watch the fight between the masters of Huajin today?"

"Hmph, I want to see how he steps down today."

Ye Miao and others in the auditorium were also stunned on the spot.

They all knew that Lin Qianjun was arrogant, but it was hard for them to imagine this step.

He is about to succeed in defending the competition. At this juncture, what if there is an accident?
Those are all Huajin masters, is he really so sure?

Ye Miao sweated for Lin Qianjun and said, "I believe in Brother Gu, he will definitely not lose."

In the referee's seat, the expressions of all the grandmasters also changed.

Guan Yongding, chairman of the Martial Arts Association, said: "Young man, it's normal to be a little arrogant. Since he asks for a fight, we can't refuse. Who wants to go down and stretch his old bones."

Zhuo Shengcheng said: "Let me do it."

As he spoke, he walked out slowly from the referee's seat.

This is an old man with gray hair, through the thin white jacket, revealing his lean and powerful body under the clothes.

Zhuo Shengcheng is the successor of Wing Chun. This style of boxing mainly focuses on short punches. It is a small style of boxing. There are not many people who learn it. Only three apprentices are allowed to teach it in a generation.

He is now 70 years old and has entered the Huajin level for about ten years.

When he was young, he also experienced the carnival at the end of the golden age of martial arts.

It's a pity that the emergence of guns puts everyone in the martial arts at risk.

Since then, the development of Guoshu has come to a complete standstill.

At least 30 years ago, there must be a powerful man who overwhelms the contemporary era.

At that time, the master used to describe Dan Jin fighters, and the Hua Jin fighters were called masters at most, but now, even Hua Jin can be called a master.

Moreover, there has been no new master Dan Jin in the martial arts world for 70 years.

Times are changing, warriors are coming to an end.

In all honesty, he really wanted Lin Qianjun to find a way out and try his best to turn the tide and save the current martial arts world.

So that's why he stood up.

The rest of the people had complicated thoughts, and their strikes were not light or heavy. He was afraid that if Lin Qianjun lacked combat experience and was defeated like this, the talented person who had finally emerged would be discouraged and retired.

With complicated thoughts, Zhuo Shengcheng also stepped onto the ring.

Zhuo Shengcheng cupped his fists and saluted Lin Qianjun, and said, "Wing Chun, Zhuo Shengcheng."

Lin Qianjun returned the salute and said: "There is no school, no sect, Gu Taixu."

The eyes of the two sides met, and then Lin Qianjun took the lead.

He used the Wing Chun boxing he learned from Xiang Chao before.

Although it took less than 10 minutes before and after the battle between him and Xiang Chao, Lin Qianjun, who was supposed to learn, had already learned it, and driven by his strong comprehension, this boxing method has been updated at this moment and has become more suitable for him.

Zhuo Shengcheng didn't move his feet, his foot was extremely stable, his hands quickly interlaced, and he and Lin Qianjun dismantled the moves.

Both sides are using Wing Chun, and they are both masters of Huajin. Except for the age and the color of the clothes, it looks like a mirror image battle.

"It's the same move, how can it be cracked?" Someone asked in puzzlement.

On the ring, Lin Qianjun and Zhuo Shengcheng moved faster and faster, their hands interlaced, and the sound of explosions came out continuously.

This proves that they are still working hard.

In every collision, to say the least, it is the exchange of thousands of catties of force.

"I have learned both the method and technique of exerting energy, and I am a great talent." Zhuo Shengcheng's eyes glowed hotly. He originally just wanted to give Lin Qianjun a step down.

But now he felt that Lin Qianjun was a perfect talent and beautiful jade, if he didn't give some advice, he would be ashamed of his appearance this time.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Shengcheng's palms fluttered, and the way of exerting energy suddenly changed.

At this moment, the strength of his fist almost doubled.

In Chinese martial arts, the moves are only on the surface, and the real core is the technique of exerting energy and the rhythm of breathing.

Only by mastering the corresponding power-generating skills can it be possible to tap one's own potential, integrate the strength in the body, and exert a force of several thousand catties.

Lin Qianjun knew that Zhuo Shengcheng was demonstrating his experience summary and path to himself, so Lin Qianjun also became serious and began to summarize and absorb the experience.

After the two sides quickly exchanged hundreds of moves, Lin Qianjun thoroughly understood the technique of Fa Jin, pushed out with one palm, and gently held Zhuo Shengcheng's fist.

At this moment, the two of them stood still, their arms trembling slightly, and they had already entered into a contest of strength.

Master Huajin masters every ounce of strength in his body, even if something weighing two or three grams falls on the surface of his clothes, he can easily feel it.

This kind of subtle use of strength is the interpretation of "a feather cannot be added, and a fly cannot fall".

What's more, after reaching this state, you can travel without an umbrella in rainy days, and your clothes will not get wet. If you don't take a bath for dozens of days, your body and clothes will not be stained with dust.

At this time, Lin Qianjun and Zhuo Shengcheng seemed to be touching with just one hand, but it was a contest of strength from the whole body.

Martial arts fighters can often know the general state and strength of the opponent as soon as they join hands, which is probably derived from this.

At this time, Lin Qianjun almost completely dispelled Zhuo Shengcheng's strength. After a few seconds of stalemate between the two sides, Zhuo Shengcheng took two steps back suddenly, and his breathing became a little short.

To Zhuo Shengcheng, the contest in a few seconds was like a battle that lasted several hours.

"Thank you, senior, for letting me go." Lin Qianjun clasped his fists slightly and said.

Zhuo Shengcheng shook his head, and sighed to Lin Qianjun, "Oh, I'm getting old, and my blood is not as good as it used to be."

After saying that, he turned around and headed back towards the referee's seat.

Some ignorant warriors in the arena naturally couldn't see what was going on, but the Huajin masters above the referee's seat were very clear about what happened.

In the competition of strength, Lin Qianjun completely defeated Zhuo Shengcheng.

Guan Yongding looked at Lin Qianjun who was still calm and relaxed in the stands, and couldn't help but nodded slightly, and said, "You are young after all, and you have enough strength."

The people next to him also echoed, lamenting Lin Qianjun's youth.

In their thinking, Lin Qianjun should be satisfied with such a record today.

If he stopped like this, he could be regarded as a veritable new leader in the martial arts world.

But what they didn't expect was that Lin Qianjun suddenly looked at their referee's seat again.

"Then, please invite the next senior to come to the stage to teach."

The loud voice echoed throughout the venue, almost everyone was stunned.

If the previous challenge was that he wanted to make a name for himself, he wanted to be worthy of his name.

Now that he has defeated an old senior and proved himself, why should he continue to challenge?
Is he arrogant?

Or is it already a little arrogant after winning streak?
In other words, he is really a sincere martial arts practitioner who simply wants to take this opportunity to get advice from his seniors?
There are so many complicated thoughts that no one can distinguish, but one thing is certain.

That's what Lin Qianjun did, and the Huajin masters in the referee's seat couldn't get down.

Warriors pay attention to speaking with strength, if no one can respond to his challenge, after today, others will say that Lin Qianjun is one-man, scaring the twelve Huajin masters of the Huaguo Wushu Association to dare not make a move.

They cannot be afraid, nor will they be afraid.

"Young and energetic, okay, let me meet you!!" Sheng Xuan, the head of Bajimen, jumped out, crossed more than ten meters directly, jumped onto the ring and said: "Bajiquan, Sheng Xuan Xuan."

Lin Qianjun looked at the muscular old man in front of him, and there was a hint of surprise in his expression.

Baji is known as the head of fierce boxing, and the way of exerting energy is almost the limit of pursuit.

Even if you overdraw yourself, you have to use all the power in your body, which is completely a mentality of no return.

Because of its extreme reason, although this boxing technique is well-known, but due to the exhaustion of the body, there are really not two grandmasters who can live to such a great age.

From him, Lin Qianjun will definitely learn a lot of key things.

"Gu Taixu." Lin Qianjun cupped his fists.

The next moment, the battle between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out.

Different from fighting with ordinary warriors, Sheng Xuan's moves are often powerful and heavy, adding nearly ten thousand catties of strength at every turn. The strength of tens of thousands of catties struck him.

While Lin Qianjun was learning Sheng Xuan's moves and Fa Jin skills, he was also using Bajiquan to fight back.

Ye Miao in the auditorium watched seriously, and secretly sweated for Lin Qianjun.

He was also learning Bajiquan, and it was Lin Qianjun who taught him, but just seeing Sheng Xuan's posture, he lost the courage to make a move.

But at this time, Lin Qianjun and Sheng Xuan reached a climax, and both of them had the idea of ​​winning.

The two sides stepped back, slightly opened the distance, and at the same time used a famous technique of Bajiquan, sticking to the mountain.

The two men's shoulders and elbows sank slightly, and they collided suddenly.

"boom!!"

After a loud noise, the two figures retreated almost simultaneously.

The feet of Lin Qianjun and Sheng Xuan left plow marks several inches deep on the concrete ring. The only difference is that Lin Qianjun only plowed a mark of about one meter, while Sheng Xuan left a plow mark from the center of the ring to the edge of the ring. Long plow marks.

After a few breaths, Sheng Xuan got up, with a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead, feeling the severe pain on his right shoulder, he cupped his hands slightly and said: "I lost."

"Concession." Lin Qianjun cupped his fists.

Sheng Xuan nodded, and returned to the referee's seat with heavy steps.

The soles of his shoes were already severely worn at this time, if he hadn't been a Master of Energy Transformation and mastered the strength very skillfully, I'm afraid he would have to be barefoot when he stepped down from the stage.

After defeating Sheng Xuan, Lin Qianjun also looked at Gao Xiang who was used to time the time.

According to the estimation of the burning speed at this time, there is less than a quarter of an hour left.

In fifteen minutes, it might be a bit difficult to complete the task.

The corners of Lin Qianjun's mouth curled up, and he looked at the other ten masters who hadn't made a move on the referee's seat and said:

"I want to hit ten!!"

(End of this chapter)