In the early morning of the next day, nearly 200 teenagers gathered in the school martial arts square, although the training day was short, the line of formations was also tight, standing straight and straight opposite the three high platforms, waiting for the last pass, into the sword test.

"Knock"

"Knock", "Knock"

……

"In the first game, Yang Xuan vs. Zhang Hong!"

"In the second game, Huawu vs. Bai Jingjing!"

……

With the beating of the war drums, the last level of testing the teenagers who should take the test to enter the gang was officially opened, and then, under the general announcement of the old man who presided over the sword test ring, the young men who were named one by one boarded the three rings one after another.

"In the eighteenth game, Wang Kun vs. Luo Zhan!"

Suddenly, a nomination rang out, and Luo Zhan left the team in response, striding towards the third high platform in the field.

"In Xia Wang Kun, please advise!"

"In Xia Luo Zhan, please advise!"

"Let's go!"

The person who climbed the third high platform with Luo Zhan was also a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, and after hugging each other's fists, under the referee's order, the three high platforms placed in the middle of the field immediately fell into a state of attack.

"Tor"

"To", "To"

……

All of a sudden, the sound of wooden swords clashing sounded, and the simple basic swordsmanship was also entangled with each other, attracting a group of teenagers from the audience to cheer from time to time.

However, compared to the sword test above the first and second high platforms, the sword fighting on the third high platform was not very interesting, because as soon as the referee's words fell, the wooden sword in Luo Zhan's hand had already hit the opponent's chest extremely quickly.

"Well, in this game, Luo Zhan wins!"

Staring at Luo Zhan for a moment, the slightly surprised referee, Fang lightly bowed his head, and immediately, after a click, the pen went down in a snake.

"Thank you, referee!"

thanked him, and then, Luo Zhan did not hesitate, jumped straight up, jumped off the four-foot high platform, and disappeared into the crowd, leaving a young man who looked down at a white ash mark on his chest in a daze.

Next, time passed little by little, until it was nearly noon, Luo Zhanfang ushered in the second sword test, however, the opponent of this sword test was a teenage girl.

"In Xia Luo Zhan, this field, I should admit defeat!"

Looking at Zhang Xu, a little girl who was still two years younger than himself, Luo Zhan couldn't help but be speechless for a while, and after thinking about it for a while, he directly clenched his fists and admitted defeat.

With two wins in three games, Luo Zhan is confident that he will win the third game, it is better to push the boat at this time, the beauty of adults, a little girl on the other side, if she can squeeze into the sect, her fate will inevitably change.

"Hmph, this girl doesn't need your concession, look at the sword!"

However, in the face of Luo Zhan's courtesy, the little girl who was almost half a head shorter than Luo Zhan did not appreciate it, and between her small mouths, she snorted coldly, and then raised her sword and stabbed.

"Toto", "Tototo", "Toto"

In an instant, the two wooden swords quickly exchanged blows, leaving a series of crisp "Toto" sounds, and suddenly, Luo Zhan swung vigorously, unscrewed the opponent's attacking wooden sword, took two steps back, and said in surprise with a slight squint in his eyes.

"What a speed!"

After seeing the little girl's fencing speed, Luo Zhan couldn't help but be surprised, you must know that the realm of martial arts has always been divided into six levels, namely: preliminary comprehension, a glimpse of the doorway, entering the room, integrating knowledge, perfecting the fire, and reaching the peak.

In his previous life, Luo Zhan had a lot of knowledge because of his practice of Tai Chi Sword and Mu Ai Yang's "Xuantie Heavy Sword", and he had already reached the stage of "preliminary comprehension" about the most basic sword style.

At this time, after more than ten days of speculation and diligent practice, Luo Zhan's basic swordsmanship has entered the level of "peeking into the door", even so, Luo Zhan, who struggled to swing away the wooden sword of the little girl opposite, actually had the idea of having no certainty of victory, how could such a situation not make Luo Zhan frightened.

"Hmph, you dare to look down on this girl, you know it's amazing, right? But now this girl has to use three points of strength! ”

Looking at Luo Zhan with a surprised look on her face, the little girl seemed to be quite happy, and after a coquettish sound, the hilt of the sword swirled again, and the speed was three points faster out of thin air, like a storm, stabbing and chopping.

"To", "To"

"Bang ......"

As the true combat power of the little girl on the opposite side was revealed, Luo Zhan, who did not want to exchange injuries for death, finally couldn't stand back, and was stabbed in the chest by the little girl with a sword, ending the fight.

"Well, that's right, Rui'er's swordsmanship has improved again!"

In the distance, under a big tree, a middle-aged man in a brocade costume gently stroked his sparse beard, looked at the fierce fighting ring in front of him, and bowed his head slightly, looking very satisfied.

"Congratulations to the Hall Master, Miss Ruosi's qualifications will definitely be able to inherit the Hall Master's swordsmanship in the future!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man in brocade clothes had a good complexion, the bald man on the side of his entourage immediately congratulated him, and there was a great sense of honor.

"Well, Deacon Teng has done a good job, and after more than ten days of hard work, he has trained a selected disciple with good swordsmanship comprehension for this gang, which is really rare."

Hearing the words of the bald man, the middle-aged man in the brocade dress turned his eyes, stared at the high-pitched young man who was defeated for a moment, and after bowing his head slightly, he praised each other, and for a while, the two of them were in a good mood.

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In the evening, the selection of disciples of the "Nujiang Gang" came to an end, and there were originally nearly 200 teenagers, and only 120 people were selected for the "Nujiang Gang", and the identity of the inner disciples who really did not need to do miscellaneous labor would be known after three months.

"This is the legendary internal strength method!"

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

"Internal strength" is the foundation of all martial arts, if there is no internal force, then most martial arts can not reflect its power, as if it is like a fist embroidered legs, there is no power at all.

And once the internal force is instilled, ordinary martial arts moves can also be tiger and tiger, force can open steles and crack stones, and even more, it is as simple as a big thing, if it is clumsy, it has great power in every move.

This is also the sorrow of the martial artists in the 21st century, although there are masters who can practice boxing according to the ancient method and practice internal strength, but few can reach the great achievement.

"Childe, it's time to eat."

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

Following Luo Zhan's instructions, Luo Tong, who was attacking with a fast sword in the sword test field, passed the last level without any accident and joined the ranks of the introductory disciples of the "Nujiang Gang" with Luo Zhan.

On the occasion of the branch dormitory, the bald man unexpectedly booked a spacious and bright dormitory for the two of them, you know, the other beginner disciples were four people crammed into one dormitory.

As a result, except for the hidden speculation in Luo Zhan's heart, most of them were confused, mistakenly thinking that Luo Zhan and the bald man had a relative nepotism, which Luo Zhan was stunned in his heart and did not explain.

"Well, time flies!"

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