In this incomparably vast martial arts world, condensation is a sign of entering the door of martial arts, and if you don't enter condensation, you will eventually be an ant, and Zhou Ning has just reached the level of condensation. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info once condensed, there is the qualification to participate in the fixed competition, the lowest is the outer one, the highest is the outer nine products.

When the condensation is complete, the initial Dan, called the Dan Qi, this is the sign of the first glimpse of the martial arts, the vast majority of martial artists are stuck at this level, not an inch.

Then the Dan Qi condenses, condensed into Jindan, like the rising sun in the sky, dazzling, hanging high in the abdomen, this realm is called the Yanyang Realm, at this time can the Gang Qi be released, there are all kinds of miracles, to this level, it represents the martial arts to the realm of perfection. Only the martial artists of this realm have the qualifications to be promoted to the first rank in the inner rank.

Zhang Yiyi, whom Zhou Qin just mentioned, is the master of the outer four products.

Zhou Ning has also heard of this person, as Zhou Qin said, this chick is Wei Zhengqing's nephew, and she has Wei Zhengqing's 30% level of 'slanting wind and drizzle', although this chick is beautiful, but she is a standard martial arts idiot, and whenever she goes to a place, she will come to challenge the local sects and martial arts halls. If you talk about martial arts, there are many of these sects that are stronger than Zhang Yi, but this chick has a respected status and does not dare to be heavy-handed, so they have sat on wax.

Before the Hongda Martial Arts Hall in Yangzhou, this chick was picked twice in a row, and she was disgraced, and it was a joke for a while.

"It seems that the audition in Yangzhou is not as simple as imagined." Zhou Ning thought to himself.

At this moment, a pleasant bell rang, and the matchup table for the Qianlong Race audition came out.

Zhou Ning's opponent is No. 1952, named Zhang Bowen, who is a well-known boxing master in Yangzhou City, a master of the outer eight grades, and the venue for the game is the No. 7 venue in the southwest corner of the Hero Building

"Come on." Zhou Ning clenched his fists hard and took the lead towards the No. 7 field.

The No. 7 site he drew was a Tiangang pile, 36 wooden piles more than three meters high were sparsely spaced apart and buried deep in the ground. It is a little different from the plum blossom pile with a diameter of three to five inches, the plum blossom pile of this ring is countless thinner, almost as thick as the mouth of a coffee cup, this kind of wooden pile is a severe test for the balance of the warrior, pile skill, agility, and speed, if you stay on a wooden pile for a little longer, it is likely to cause the wooden pile to break and fall down.

Zhou Ning's opponent Zhang Bowen was a rather honest-looking young man, and the two jumped up and jumped onto the Tiangang pile.

At this moment, in the stands, more than 20 spectators who were sitting in the stands immediately cheered loudly when they saw the two jumping on the Tiangang pile with a light weight.

As a kind of pile method that spreads widely in the plum blossom pile, Tiangang pile is divided into 12 rows from left to right, and three piles are inserted vertically in the front, middle and back of each row, a total of 36 piles, and the meaning of 36 Tiangang is taken.

The two stood solemnly on the stake, saluted face to face, and then assumed a boxing stance.

Zhou Ning's face was serious, and his feet moved extremely quickly on the Tiangang pile, this was the first time he had crossed over and had come into contact with this kind of wooden pile battle, so he had to deal with it carefully.

Zhang Bowen took the lead in making a move, he made the twelve-type fist in Xingyi Boxing, his spine shook, and he let out an earth-shattering tiger roar, punching like the wind, taking the middle palace and swooping down on Zhou Ning.

Xingyi boxing has always been the most ornamental boxing in boxing, rising like the wind, falling like an arrow, hands and feet together, a shot is coming, an inch first. The audience cheered.

The wooden stake under his feet babbled, Zhou Ning's left foot slanted, as if to avoid Zhang Bowen's tiger pounce, who knew that his left foot had just landed on the pile, and before he could stand still, Chen Changhua suddenly changed his footwork, kicked with his right foot, and the two wooden stakes switched positions, turned forward, turned into a snake, prostrate his back, like an angry cobra, and hit the position where Zhou Ning tried to dodge with his right fist.

Zhou Ning dodged sideways slightly, and with force under his feet, the Tiangang pile under his feet suddenly bent into an arc, making a squeaky sound.

The low screams suddenly sounded from all directions, all worried about Zhou Ning, Zhou Ning's face sank like water, his feet were, his left foot shook for a moment, and then his center of gravity shifted to his right foot, and he jumped on another stake with his spin body, his body tilted slightly, his right hand was supported on his temple, making a sleeping posture, and the stake also swayed slightly with his movements.

"Terrible body coordination, it's ...... Is it true that Li Xuan is drunk on his heels? ”

The audience at the scene has already shouted out, so quickly change their tricks!

Zhang Bowen's snake fist grazed past Zhou Ning's face, and the sound of breaking the air behind him sounded, Zhou Ning's knee collision had already hit behind him, and he was suddenly startled in his heart, bent his knees, and jumped forward by taking advantage of the momentum, coincidentally avoiding the knee collision that hit his own heart.

The wooden stake under Zhang Bowen's feet shook violently, and he was about to turn around, when he suddenly heard a neat exclamation of exclamation, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Zhou Ning's feet stepped on the wooden stake under his feet continuously, and he chased after him very quickly, and when he looked down from the audience, he could see that the wooden stake behind Zhou Ning was like a domino that had been pushed down, neatly falling, bouncing, and extremely spectacular.

When he was about to turn around, Zhou Ning's cannon fist had already slammed into front of him, making a loud bang.

"Peng!"

In a hurry, Zhang Bowen took a steady step and put his palms in front of him, just blocking this cannon punch, but the wooden stake under his feet was like a weak willow supporting the wind, bent to the extreme, and it was about to break.

This series of wonderful offenses and defenses made the audience on the field dizzy and couldn't help but applaud.

Zhou Ning is unforgiving, and he is Peng! Disheveled! Disheveled! Three cannon punches in a row, all of which hit the same position.

"Boom!"

The wooden stake standing under Zhang Bowen's feet finally couldn't bear the weight of Zhou Ning's bombardment, and it broke off and collapsed. Zhang Bowen fell down in embarrassment, and the edges of his palms were bruised.

Falling below, Zhang Bowen looked dazed, as if he couldn't believe that he had lost so easily, and he hadn't even used the best dragon fist.

The entire stands were quiet for a few seconds, as if they couldn't believe that Zhou Ning won so easily, and then burst into warm applause, and they began to cheer rhythmically: "Zhou Ning! Zhou Ning! Zhou Ning! ”

The referee's bench was also quiet for a moment, and then the referee announced: No. 1335 Zhou Ningsheng.

Zhou Ning's heart was surging, standing quietly on the wooden stake, which was completely different from the cheers he had received when he was a master of calligraphy and painting before, although the cheers this time were much smaller, but - it seemed to make his blood boil even more, and his blood was boiling.

Zhou Ning arched his hand to the audience, and then jumped out of the ring and walked to the lounge.

When he returned to the lounge, he didn't see Zhou Xiaopang's figure, thinking that he might still be fighting, so Zhou Ning closed his eyes and quietly recuperated.