Basang, Uche, Vajra Sect.

Attack the same tier invincible......

"Thunder is really powerful! It's a pity that I have no thunder true qi, but I don't have supporting exercises, so I can't cultivate. ”

When he saw the last person introduced in the book, Zhao Lin's heart jumped suddenly, but he was quickly relieved.

Cover the scroll and meditate: "There is no perfect thing in the world, there is no need to envy the fish in the abyss and increase the troubles. ”

"The most important thing now is to practice the martial arts you have learned and give full play to them 100% on the spot, which is enough!"

As soon as the two hours came, the disciples handed in their books one after another, took their leave, and left the main hall.

Back at his residence, Zhao Lin remembered the two pages that Liu Feiyang had given him.

At this moment, he was in good spirits and did not feel sleepy, so he lit the lamp in the house and read to the lamp at night.

"The strength is like wide rather than loose, the exhibition is not unfolded, the strength is continuous, and the qi is from the soles of the feet to the spine, like flowing clouds and water......"

Zhao Lin nodded while looking at it, surprised in his heart.

In addition to not writing down the recipe, Liu Feiyang taught him the key to the cultivation of the wind technique and the trick of adjusting the body method and footwork, and did not hide it at all.

The Xingyun Sect's Feng is limited in the inheritance of exercises, although there are also seniors who practice, but most of them are focused on attacking, and there are almost no related body and footwork.

Liu Feiyang has studied a technique for more than ten years, almost reaching the peak, and the two pages are condensed with his years of hard work, which can be described as a pearl of words and of immeasurable value!

If you rely on Zhao Lin to explore it by himself, I don't know how much time and energy it will take.

"Liu Feiyang, this person is real, it's worth handing over!"

Zhao Lin sighed in his heart, recited the content on the paper twice, and walked out of the room when he was familiar with it.

The moonlight was thick, and the breeze carried a cool breeze into the courtyard.

A vigorous figure rises and falls in the courtyard, suddenly like a feather, fluttering, not focused, like a lightning, fast like a ghost, turning into a virtual shadow.

The so-called true transmission of a sentence, the false transmission of thousands of books, after reading Liu Feiyang's notes, Zhao Lin couldn't understand it before, and there was a delay, but now it suddenly becomes clear.

I practiced until the second half of the night, and finally mastered the wind technique and the rain and cloud turning exercise, and truly realized what it means to move the body at will, and every musculoskeletal in the body is under control.

……

Three days passed in a flash, and the time came to Dabi on the same day.

There is a basin on the top of Xihan Peak, which is neat and round, surrounded by trees, like a stone bowl embedded in the ground.

The Lotus Sect took advantage of the terrain here to build a circular school field in the basin.

There are three horizontal and three vertical in the school field, and there are nine rings, which look like a nine-square grid from above.

Five stands were built on the slopes around it.

Most of the stands in the ordinary school field are two-sided or four-sided, but here they are five-sided, because they are set up for martial arts competitions.

As the host, Xiu Zhao naturally sat in the middle stand, with Weizi and Da Viet on the left, and Wushu and Wuche on the right.

The red sun was rising, and the disciples, elders, and entourages of the five countries all came.

The disciples who were ready to play sat in the first row, and the rest sat in the stands on a high place.

Many people are participating in the martial arts competition for the first time, and their bodies are tense and their expressions are not very natural.

Zhao Lin saw a Weizi disciple unbutton his clothes repeatedly, tie them, untie them again, tie them again, and took out a white handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head, looking very anxious.

"I'm nervous like this before I even play, I don't know how much strength I can play on the court?"

Zhao Lin shook his head secretly, but what he cared about most was the four strongest disciples.

Almost all the people in the Western Regions have thick hair and beards, and their appearance is old, Zhao Lin looked around, and didn't know which was the chief disciple McQueen, so he let go of his ears and listened to the voice over there.

"McQueen, Borta of Wushu, Li Taiqing of Xiuzhao, He Liancheng of Dayue, and Basang of Wuche, they are all your fierce rivals in the court, pay more attention later, and have a bottom in your heart when you fight."

After a while, Zhao Lin "listened" to an old voice.

At a glance, I saw a fierce-looking old man's lips moving slightly, and he was transmitting a voice to a disciple sitting in the front row.

"Yes, Elder Gu."

The disciple was red-faced, with a knife-like face, and turned around and bowed respectfully and said.

"He's McQueen."

Zhao Lin secretly kept this person's appearance in mind.

Then he looked over to Xiuzhao, and soon found Li Taiqing in the crowd.

Li Taiqing also happened to look over, casting a look full of challenge, Zhao Lin smiled indifferently, which was a response, and then moved his gaze to the Wushu stand.

In the formation of the disciples of Wushu sat a strong man like a black tower, with a body as wide as an ox and a back as thick as a tiger, lining the people around him like children.

"This head is similar to the bear back then."

Zhao Lin didn't need to think about it to know that this person must be Borta, who is known for his courage and strength.

"See? That is Basang, who is said to be the strongest disciple of this court. ”

Xiang Shaofeng touched Zhao Lin's shoulder, pointed to one of Wuche's disciples and said.

Zhao Lin followed his fingers and stared at him, seeing a familiar face.

The man was born with thick eyebrows, eagle eyes, a low nose, thick lips, and an open placket, revealing a long scar on his collarbone.

"He's Basan!"

Zhao Lin immediately remembered that two years ago, Elder Shuijing took the disciples of the Dancing Elephant Academy to Huilong Bay for training, and met an old man with white eyebrows, accompanied by a strong man and a young man with a simple description.

That young man was Basan.

Compared to two years ago, Basang is more mature at this time, with his hands on his chest and his eyes half-squinted, like a beast that is napping.

"Brother Zhao, are you nervous?" Xiang Shaofeng asked.

Zhao Lin shook his head, "Don't be nervous." ”

"Sure enough, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!"

Xiang Shaofeng sighed with emotion and said with a smile: "Also, you are still young, and you have opportunities." ”

"This is my second and last time in the tournament. I hope to pass the first round, win another game in the second round, and be content! ”

Zhao Lin knew that when countries counted the final results, every victory would be counted, and the more important the game, the greater the weight.

There are a total of 160 disciples from the five countries, and the first round is divided into 32 groups of five people in each group.

Two of the five winners will advance to the next round.

In the second round, the 64 people were divided into 16 groups of four people, and the top two were also determined.

In this way, the strongest thirty-two disciples were selected, and then a one-on-one contest was conducted.

Thirty-two into sixteen, sixteen into eight...... And so on, and finally determine the leader of this tournament.

Zhao Lin was a sports lover in his previous life, and he has watched all kinds of Grand Slam matches, so it is easy to understand this set of rules.

Xiang Shaofeng wants to advance to the second round, which means that he must be ranked in the top sixty-four, not only must he have excellent strength, but also have a certain amount of luck, in case he is in a group with two strong players, it is difficult to get out of the group.

The disciples were worried about the next fight, and so were the spectators.

At the very front of the Dayue stand, there were four people sitting, in addition to the three heads, there was also a gray-haired official of the Imperial Court Rites.

The official's name is Shangguan Xi, and he participated in the martial arts competition with the three major sects in the first year, and now he is over the age of six, and he is familiar with the three heads.

He looked left and right for a while, and suddenly said cautiously: "The three heads, the lower officials may not have something to say, but I really can't resist my curiosity, I want to know how strong our group of disciples are?" ”

"Can you keep third? Or is it expected to be in the top two? ”

The heads of the Liyang Sect and the Zhennan Sect didn't speak, and they all looked at Lu Chaohuan and threw this hot potato to him.

Lu Chaohuan's face darkened, but he couldn't help answering, so he had to reluctantly squeeze out a smile.

"Lord Shangguan, this kind of thing is not easy to predict, in addition to strength, martial arts competition is also related to state, luck, and even weather."

"However, judging from the performance of last year's internal competition, the disciples of the three sects have practiced well, and they should be able to be stronger than the previous one."

"That's good, that's good."

Shangguan Xi repeated it, as if he could reassure himself by reciting it a few more times.

He has reached the age of Zhishi, and he hopes that Da Yue can achieve good results in this court meeting and regain his prestige, which can be regarded as a wish.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the sun rose in mid-air, the sun shone into the school field, and the martial arts court meeting finally kicked off.

(End of chapter)