Yang Lin coughed lightly, looked around at the group of disciples, and said, "Before this school examination, I would like to introduce you to a new disciple. Zhao Lin ......"

"In!"

Zhao Lin stood at the end of the line, strode out when he heard the words, turned to face everyone, hugged his fists and said, "New disciple Zhao Lin, I have seen all senior brothers!" ”

"He's Zhao Lin? I heard that he was only eighteen years old. ”

"It's so powerful, isn't that earlier than Miao Tianfeng and Lu Zhenglong to break through the blood realm?"

"Hey, not necessarily. He made a great contribution half a year ago, and the head of the sect gave him the elixir and let him cultivate in Yunjian Cave for seven days. With such good conditions, if you change to Miao Lu and the others, you may be able to break through the ...... earlier."

The disciples whispered, casting curious glances at Zhao Lin one after another.

The disciples of the inner courtyard immersed themselves in cultivation every day, and they knew very little about the outside world.

However, there are also well-informed people who have heard of Zhao Lin's name, and they also know that he is a rare disciple of the sect who can enter the inner courtyard at the age of eighteen for so many years.

When Zhao Lin returned to the team, Yang Lin put his hands behind his back and said leisurely: "After the last school examination, I gave everyone advice on cultivation, presumably everyone has worked hard in the past month. ”

"But how well you practice depends on the actual battle. Today's exam school is different from the past, I call it the seven-breath battle! ”

Seven breaths battle?

Zhao Lin was puzzled, turned his head and asked Xiang Bao with his eyes.

Xiang Bao grinned, "It's the first time I've heard of it. Our head of the hospital likes to toss, I have been in the inner courtyard for three months, and the rules of each competition are different. ”

Disciples, you look at me, I look at you, and I also have a puzzled look.

"What is the Seven Breaths Battle?"

Yang Lin pointed to the ground under his feet and asked himself: "The two sides of the competition stand in this circle, and if they hit the opponent or knock the opponent out of the circle, they will win." ”

"Remember, the competition is only seven breaths. When the time comes, if the winner is not scored, it will be considered a draw! ”

Everyone looked at his feet, only to see a circle about three feet in diameter drawn with white powder on the ground, and they couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"How can such a small venue compare?"

"People with great strength have the upper hand, and people like me who follow the path of agility don't even have a place to flicker and move. If you don't step on the outside, you will lose directly. ”

"Don't forget, there is only seven breaths of time, and it may be that after a few moves, the time will be up......"

It is no wonder that the disciples complained that generally speaking, the higher the cultivation, the larger the space required for the competition.

The ring of the Blood Realm martial artist must be at least six or seven zhang wide and more than ten zhang long.

The three-zhang square field means that as soon as you come up, you will be hand-to-hand and hand-to-hand.

The length of a fight of seven breaths is even more unheard of.

Yang Lin didn't care, and waited for the disciples to complain for a while, before he ordered the disciple who shouted the loudest just now: "Bi Lan, do you know what I mean by this?" ”

Bi Lan immediately settled down and replied respectfully, "The disciple doesn't know. ”

Yang Lin sneered, "I'll tell you!" ”

"Although the old man has not asked about the world for decades, he goes to watch the battle every time he competes in the court. The biggest feeling is that the duration of the fight is getting shorter and shorter. ”

"When our older generation participated in the martial arts competition, it took at least half an hour for a competition to end. What now? The vast majority of fights end in a fifth of a quarter, not even seven breaths. ”

"Xiao Jin, you have participated in two martial arts competitions and watched the battle once, isn't that so?"

Xiao Jin hurriedly said: "What the head of the academy said is right, the disciple has a deep understanding of this. ”

Yang Lin's voice turned cold, "What does this mean?" It shows that everyone is pursuing a faster and more ferocious fighting style! ”

"As soon as you make a move, you will break the boat, hit the middle lane directly, give the opponent a chance to breathe at all, you can convince people with your strength, and you will never waste superfluous moves."

Speaking of this, he frowned, "Look at our competition again, come up and test first, grind and rub, you make a move to guide the way of the immortals, I also have a trick of the wild horse to divide the mane, the harrier turns over to the drunk and lying on the battlefield, and the iron lock crosses the river to split the mountains." ”

"There are hundreds of rounds at every turn, where is this competition, it is clearly a street juggling performance, it stinks and is long!"

The disciples were speechless.

Yang Lin paced back and forth, his fierce gaze swept over everyone, "This is the purpose of the Seven Breaths Battle, as for why it is in this small circle, it is the same reason." ”

"Don't think about making yourself invincible as soon as you come up, the more you think about it, the easier it is to lose!"

"If you lose in one hour, it's no different from losing in three moves, and I won't look down on you just because you hold on for a long time."

"Shengnian, bring the wooden sign and let's start."

"Yes, Chief." Liu Shengnian took a wooden sign and stood on the edge of the field.

The wooden plaque reads the latest assessment ranking, from top to bottom: Xiao Jin, Miao Tianfeng, Lv Zhenglong...... Xiang Bao, Zhong Yewu, Zhao Lin.

"Zhao Lin, you go on the field first." Liu Shengnian greeted.

"Yes." Zhao Lin took a few steps forward and walked into the entrance.

The inner court competition adopts the rules of reverse challenge.

The so-called reverse challenge refers to starting from the bottom of the ranking and selecting opponents to challenge.

For example, if there are ten people, the person who ranks tenth can choose to challenge for ninth place, or they can skip the latter and directly challenge the seventh and sixth places with higher rankings.

If the challenge fails, the original ranking will be maintained, and if the challenge is successful, the two will be reversed.

Successful or not, the person who initiated the challenge can no longer challenge others.

This rule is to prevent too many competitions, and at the same time, let the disciples cherish the opportunities in their hands.

"Zhao Lin, who are you challenging?" Liu Shengnian asked.

Zhao Lin glanced at the wooden card, and his gaze stopped at the thirty-third position, "I challenge Zhou Ding." ”

He had asked Xiang Leopard at the bottom just now, and although seven of the forty disciples in the inner courtyard were in the Blood Realm, they had not entered the Blood Realm.

Zhou Ding ranked thirty-third, and he was the weakest of the disciples of the Blood Realm, which was just right to try his skills.

Hearing Zhao Lin read out his name, Zhou Ding was slightly surprised, but he didn't say anything, and walked straight to the circle and stood still.

"As soon as I came, I challenged the old disciples, I had the courage, but I was not wise."

Fei Bin, the sixth-ranked disciple, muttered to himself while shaking his head.

Xiang Shaofeng glanced at him and chuckled, "I think Zhao Lin can win." ”

Fei Bin snorted, "Why do you always disagree with me?" ”

"The old rules, a gamble? I bet on Zhao Lin to win. ”

"Bet on what?"

"How about betting on a Nine Red Pill?"

The prescription of Jiuhong Dan is the same as that of Jiuhong Soup, but the medicinal properties are more sufficient, and the medicinal effect can last for a month.

After each assessment, the top ten disciples can get a Nine Red Pill.

"Okay, then I'll bet on Zhou Ding to win."

Fei Bin didn't think about it, and stretched out his hand to high-five Xiang Shaofeng.

Zhao Lin and Zhou Ding stood opposite each other, clasping their fists and saluting each other.

"Zhao Lin."

"Zhou Ding."

(End of chapter)