Liu Shengnian took out a transparent hourglass filled with gray fine sand, held it up and showed it to everyone, and then reversed the hourglass, and the fine sand from the upper layer quickly flowed to the lower layer.

"This is the length of seven breaths, and the two of you have a number in their hearts."

Zhao Lin looked at the hourglass, silently timed in his heart, until the sand ran out, and estimated that the time was about twenty seconds.

The disciples all set their eyes on Zhao Lin, wanting to see how strong this youngest inner court disciple was.

"Hear me, I'll start counting to three."

Liu Shengnian cleared his throat and shouted, "One, two, three!" ”

Zhao Lin moved when he heard the sound, and punched without any fancies.

The rules of the seven-breath battle are unfavorable to those who are in a low ranking, if Zhao Lin can't beat Zhou Ding within seven breaths, although it is nominally a draw, his ranking remains the same, in fact, it is no different from losing, so he will attack as soon as he comes up.

Zhou Ding also expected this, and seeing that this punch was menacing, he retreated on tiptoe and slapped it out with one palm at the same time.

Although Yang Lin just suggested that he should do his best at the beginning, out of habit, he still wanted to test Zhao Lin's strength first.

Besides, a draw is considered a win, and there is a psychological advantage, and there is no rush to attack.

The fists collided, and Zhou Ding felt a huge force coming from his arm, and his body rotated to dissolve the force of the impact.

Zhao Lin grabbed the middle lane, immediately took a step forward, formed a claw with five fingers in his right hand, and grabbed it from the top of Zhou Ding's head.

This grasp stretched straight from the wrist to the fingers, and the strength was extremely strong.

All the disciples were stunned, they practiced the exercises, and the most selected ones were fist strength and palm strength, and again finger strength and leg strength.

There are very few people who practice claw skills, but I didn't expect Zhao Lin to be an unpopular technique as soon as he made a move.

Zhou Ding was also taken aback, his toes touched the ground again, and his body turned diagonally.

Wanted to bypass Zhao Lin and attack from his flank.

If it was before, Zhao Lin would use his absolute speed to chase and block the other party, but after practicing the shuttle step, he had a different idea in his heart.

With a slip of his feet, he stood in the "sleepy" position of Kangong and threw a hook.

Zhou Ding suddenly saw a fist appear in front of him, as if he had deliberately bumped into it, and was taken aback, so he had to take another step back.

Yu Guang saw that he was not far from the edge of the circle, and he felt a little remorseful in his heart: he should not have given up the middle lane if he knew it.

His own cultivation is a heavy blood realm, and he can obviously suppress the other party with his strength, but now he is in a disadvantageous position.

Zhao Lin took the lead and attacked several moves in a row, forcing Zhou Ding to the corner of the field.

The legs shook slightly, as if there were infinite back moves, sealing the angle of the opponent's escape.

Next, with a shake of his arms, the energy was pushed to the two fists, and the fierce fists made a series of sounds in the air, and the two fists were struck out one after another.

Zhou Ding had no room to move, so he crossed his arms into a cross and blocked his chest.

With a "bang", Zhou Ding staggered back a few steps.

His face turned pale, and he didn't need to look at his feet to know that he was out of bounds.

Everyone looked at the hourglass in Liu Shengnian's hand......

The sand is less than half gone.

"Awesome, clean!"

"Zhou Ding underestimated the enemy, otherwise no matter how bad it is, he won't be defeated."

"It's not a light enemy, the pace is too slow, and the momentum is lost......"

The disciples whispered.

Xiang Shaofeng smiled, turned his head with a smile, and stretched out his hand.

Fei Bin took out a porcelain vase from his body and reluctantly handed it to him.

"You saw that, right? This is the result of wanting to win and being afraid of losing! ”

Yang Lin was expressionless, and his tone was stern: "My generation of martial artists, we must have the momentum of giving up on me." Always thinking about dealing with opponents and waiting for opportunities to find flaws will not work. ”

Zhou Ding's face was full of shame, his face was blue and white for a while.

Zhao Lin bowed slightly, "Accept." "Then we got back to the team.

"Senior Brother Zhao, please stay."

Zhou Ding said suddenly.

Zhao Lin paused at his feet, and was stunned for a moment before remembering that he had defeated Zhou Ding, and the two had exchanged rankings, and now he was thirty-third.

According to the rules of the inner court, Zhou Ding should call himself senior brother.

"Brother Zhou, what's the matter?" Zhao Lin didn't ask Dazhen to call the other party junior brother, but asked politely.

Zhou Ding turned his head to Liu Shengnian and said, "Teach Xi, now that I'm in the last place, it's time for me to choose an opponent, right?" ”

Liu Shengnian nodded and said, "Not bad." Who do you challenge? ”

Zhou Ding said without thinking: "Zhao Lin! ”

Zhao Lin didn't say much, and walked back into the circle.

Xiang Shaofeng, who was watching the game, said to Fei Bin with a smile: "Do you want to gamble again?" ”

Fei Bin glanced at him, "It's okay, I'll bet on Zhao Lin in this game." ”

He had already seen that Zhao Lin's strength was amazing, and he was very dominant in this kind of small field, and now it was different from just now, Zhou Ding had become a challenger, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to win.

Xiang Shaofeng smiled "hehe", "That's still not coming." ”

"One, two......"

Liu Shengnian drank lightly in his mouth, flipped his wrist, and reversed the hourglass, "Three!" ”

Zhou Ding didn't say a word, flew out and kicked out, with a fierce wind, and kicked Zhao Lin's left hip.

When encountering a powerful opponent, the best way to crack it is to attack its vital point or play the game.

This leg kicked exquisitely, the azimuth size was just right, Zhao Lin didn't dare to slack off, supported the ground with one foot, raised the other leg, and blocked it with luck.

Zhou Ding's qi and blood ran at full strength, and his palms gushed out, taking advantage of Zhao Lin's unstable foothold, his palms flew up, and he slashed left and right.

In terms of strength, he is not as good as Zhao Lin, but his qi and blood are stronger.

Zhao Lin pushed forward with his arm around the circle, and made a move "holding the moon style", and while guarding the palace, he crashed into the opponent's chest.

In front of the head of the courtyard and the teachings, it is inconvenient to use the cold ice true qi, so they fight with normal exercises.

On the other hand, he also wants to take the opportunity of fighting to increase his actual combat experience, and he can't always rely on the true qi of cold ice.

Otherwise, if you are restrained by other exercises one day, you will fall into a helpless situation.

The dust was flying, and the two of them flickered, and they exchanged more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.

Although a draw can keep the ranking, Zhao Lin doesn't plan to do this, the fists and claws in his hands change, and the offensive is like a tide, which makes Zhou Ding scramble.

Finally, when the sixth breath was held, Zhao Lin clasped Zhou Ding's collarbone with one claw.

"Senior Brother Zhao is clever, willing to bow down!"

Zhou Ding blushed and arched his hand.

After losing the last game, he was not very convinced in his heart, but now he understands that he is indeed inferior to others.

"Although Zhou Ding lost this time, his performance was much better than the last game."

Yang Lin's face softened a little, and he commented: "You have to have this ruthlessness, even if your strength is weaker, you have to do your best!" ”

After this battle, Zhao Lin walked back to the team and came to Zhou Ding's position just now, and Zhou Ding came to the end of the team.

Ranked thirty-ninth was Zhong Yewu, who walked into the middle of the field, first arched his hand to the head of the teaching and academy, and then said, "I challenge...... Zhao Lin. ”

Yang Lin laughed, "Wheel warfare is not good, you can ask him if he agrees." ”

(End of chapter)