Martial arts, starting from playing Feng Yuxiu!

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Ding Xiu has always been a task role he plays, and his purpose is to carry forward the country's martial arts.

Therefore, Jiang Chen found someone to make a book about all of Ding Xiu's martial arts, and published it in the martial arts school, in order to prevent the decline of martial arts.

In a short period of time, the number of people practicing Miao Dao in the school increased rapidly, and Ding Xiu's courses were full.

At the same time, an invitation card for Huashan Discussion of Swords was passed to Li Lingchen.

Huashan discusses swords once every ten years.

Those invited were all well-known sects in the martial arts circle.

Li Lingchen took the invitation to find Ding Xiu.

"Huashan tournament?"

Ding Xiu is still relatively unfamiliar with Huashan Lunjian. He has always heard the words "Huashan Lunjian" in novels on TV. Unexpectedly, Huashan Lunjian really made him meet.

"Huashan Lunjian will be hosted by the Huashan School this year, and Shaolin Temple will also be invited this year. I'm afraid Master Kongwen will be there by then!"

Li Lingchen knew that there was some dispute between Ding Xiu and Master Kongwen, so he told him in advance.

A wicked smile appeared on Ding Xiu's face, and he said, "These bastards in school are getting very angry during this time, just go and put it down!"

Li Lingchen shook his hands, and thought to himself: Master Kongwen might be in trouble if he meets this plague god.

The two took more than 10 outstanding students, took the high-speed rail to the foot of Huashan Mountain, and then took the cable car to the top of the mountain directly, arriving at Huashan Mountain one day earlier.

The top of the mountain is overcrowded at the moment, and there are people with high braids and Taoist robes everywhere, with a sword behind their backs.

If it weren't for the tourists wearing down jackets to keep warm on the top of the mountain, those who didn't know would think they were wearing them back to ancient times.

As soon as Ding Xiu and others went up the mountain, they attracted the contempt of many people with high braids.

tsk tsk!

As an inheritor of Chinese martial arts, he took the cable car up the mountain!

What a disgrace to the martial arts world.

Li Lingchen showed embarrassment, his old face flushed slightly, and he got caught for being lazy occasionally.

What a sin, a sin!

Still on this kind of big collection!

What a shame! .

Chapter 117

Under the arrangement of the disciples sent by Huashan Sect, everyone lived in their gymnasium.

People from several other sects also arrived late.

On June 6, the Huashan Discussion of Swords was held as scheduled.

The location is on the top of Huashan Mountain.

That is, the highest point on the top of Huashan Mountain.

Ding Xiu silently covered his face, as if he understood that there was no reason for the decline of martial arts.

After all, people who practice martial arts like thrilling things - fortunately, they are not afraid of heights.

The contemporary head of the Huashan School stood up and presided over the debate on swords.

"This time, Huashan Sword Discussion, click as far as possible, and can't hurt people's lives."

Pointing to the two big rocks on the top of the mountain, he said: "The contestants stand on top of the two boulders, whoever falls down first will lose!"

"For the sake of fairness, you can take a break every three rounds and change the challenge."

"Now, I declare that the [-]th is the second session of Huashan Sword Discourse, which officially begins!"

After the words fell, the disciple next to him rang the giant gong.

Boom!

The sound resounded throughout Huashan!

People from Qingcheng Wuguan took the lead to stand up.

"Our Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy didn't expect to take the first place today, but please give me some pointers, who will come up and give me advice?"

Songshan sent a young man forward.

"Songshan faction Zhao Song, offended!"

"Qingcheng Wuguan Yun Changrong, please enlighten me!"

As soon as the words fell, the momentum of the two of them changed, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Zhao Song mainly used swords, while Yun Changrong mostly used fists and palms as weapons.

Contests have always followed the principle that friendship comes first and competition comes second.

So both of them didn't kill each other.

Zhao Song's sword didn't come out of its sheath.

Taking half a step back with his left foot, he exerted his strength suddenly, and his body shot towards Yun Changrong like a bow and arrow, stabbing straight away with the long sword in his hand!

Potential like a broken bamboo!

Yun Changrong's momentum was also very fierce, his body was as flexible as a cheetah, while dodging the attack, he attacked the opponent's abdomen with his palm!

Zhao Song blocked the palm with his sword back, opened the distance between the two of them, took two steps back, and then stood still.

"Good palm!" Zhao Song exclaimed, and swung the long sword again.

The long sword swung rapidly in his hand, only to see afterimages.

For a while, it was difficult to tell which trick was true and which one was fake.

Yun Changrong was cautious and looked serious.

Leaping several meters, the palm is fast, there is chaos in the speed, and there is stability in the chaos.

Sword moves and split moves!

Bang!

The sound of palms and swords colliding is endless!

The aftertaste aroused the storm and the dust flew up.

In the end, it was Zhao Song who took a slow step and was slapped down by a boulder.

There was no trace of anger on Zhao Song's face, he clasped his fists and smiled helplessly.

"I lost!"

Yun Changrong jumped off the boulder.

"Accepted!"

The two didn't have any gloomy expressions.

Ding Xiu couldn't help but nodded secretly.

This is the demeanor of a martial artist in the martial arts world.

Don't be arrogant or impatient, don't be angry or sad!

Yun Changrong returned to the boulder, looked around, and said, "Is there any fellow Taoist who can give me some advice!"

Ding Xiu kicked out the more outstanding students among the few students he led, and shouted: "Zhang Bo of Lingchen Martial Arts School!"

Zhang Bo was stunned, and looked back at Ding Xiu with an aggrieved expression.

He was betrayed by the instructor just like that.

Ding Xiu glanced at him and said, "If you can't hit 30 moves, don't come down!"

Zhang Bo's mood instantly became even worse.

He is outstanding among the students, but he is also a three-legged cat. After learning with Ding Xiu for a month, he didn't improve much.

To deal with a master like Yun Changrong, he could only be hanged and beaten.

Chasing the ducks to the shelf, Zhang Bo jumped onto the boulder as if he was dead, and said, "I just arrived at the martial arts school not long ago, so please be merciful, senior!"

Yun Changrong cupped his fists.

"Please!"

On top of the boulder, one-handed defensive posture.

The meaning is obvious, I will give you a hand.

Zhang Bo blushed suddenly, and calmed down for two seconds

Holding the Miao Dao in his hand, without any false move, he slashed at Yun Changrong's neck.

A deadly knife, very fierce.

Yun Changrong also felt a chill in his neck.

Use one hand to block the attack.

However, at the moment of colliding with Zhang Bo's wrist.

It felt like I had hit an iron lump.

Hastily bent over and turned sideways, only to avoid the offensive.