"Sure enough, he is a thunder genius, and he can hit five hundred and thirty punches with one punch!"

"Of course, the thunder physique is the most scarce, and there will be such a thing for decades."

"But speaking of which, Borta and Zhao Lin are strong enough, only slightly inferior......"

Basang threw the highest punch, and although everyone was amazed, they were not as shocked as they were just now.

The reason is very simple, Bassan and Borta have long been famous, and everyone knows that the two are superior in strength and strength to the best players from all walks of life, and they have long expected it.

And Zhao Lin is almost not famous outside of Dayue, and he suddenly came out of the middle of the way, became a blockbuster, and was only twenty years old, which was an accident within an accident.

An elder of Xiuzhao sighed: "The young people of today are really amazing, I was able to win the first place with a fist strength of four hundred and forty punches back then, and I can't even enter the top five today." ”

Another elder chimed in: "Who said it wasn't! In the past, it was rare to have a 500 fist force, but this time there are three at once, which is really terrifying! ”

Just when everyone was sighing with emotion, the two dozen disciples in the field continued to test their fist strength.

The process is not shocking, and there are no particularly brilliant people.

There was only one hiccup.

The last person on the field was a disciple of Weizi named Bukan, who walked to the eight-legged tripod with a steady pace, stretched out his hand to measure it, suddenly frowned, and retreated along the way he came.

Then walk up and back again...... This was repeated three times, but he still refused to hit the target.

"Does this brother have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Zhao Lin looked at it and recognized that this person was the disciple who had repeatedly unbuttoned and fastened the buttons in the stands before, and wiped his sweat with a white handkerchief.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder in which people want to be perfect in everything, often entangled in meaningless trivial things, and then form fixed actions.

For example, when washing your hands, you must start washing with your fingertips and continue to wash until your wrists, and if the order is reversed or interrupted in the middle, you have to start washing again, which often takes a lot of time and is painful.

In his previous life, Zhao Lin had a classmate who was like this, so he knew something about obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Bukan's next performance also confirmed this speculation.

I saw that he clenched his fists, and when he walked, he said something in his mouth, as if he was muttering something.

Zhao Lin pricked up his ears and only listened to Bukan muttering to himself: "Eight steps, no more and no less, cross the right leg when punching, so that you can hit the highest punch power." ”

"You can't make a mistake, you can't make a mistake ...... a step"

Some of the onlookers whispered, some laughed secretly, and even the elders couldn't stand it.

Elder Gao Yun of the Wushu coughed and said impatiently: "Don't rub it off, hurry up and hit the boxing target, there are so many people waiting for you!" ”

"Yes."

Bukan hurriedly responded, hesitated for a while, and finally found the right step point and punched two times in a row.

"Weizi, Bukan, fist power three hundred and sixty-two."

Bukan was relieved, and took out a white handkerchief from his arms to wipe his sweat......

After the fist strength test was completed, several members of the Lotus Sect were busy for a while, sorting out the rankings.

Basang, Zhao Lin, and Borta are in the top three, and their fist power is above 520, which is a class of their own.

The fist strength of the five people under him, Mai Kun, Li Taiqing, He Liancheng, Muheli, and Su Mu is between 420 and 450, which can be counted as the second gear.

The boxing power from the ninth to the sixteenth place is concentrated around 390, and Huang Guanglie, Xiao Jin, and Yao Chong of Dayue are also among them.

There are the largest number of people around 300 fist power, and there are many people with exactly the same fist power.

In this case, compare the level of the other punch, if it is still the same, you can only rely on the lottery to decide who is in front and who is behind.

When he was transcribing the rankings, Zhao Lin stood aside and watched, silently calculating in his heart.

"I'm the second seed, and I don't have much problem qualifying from the group, and according to the rules of the tournament, the former opponents in the knockout rounds are the 31st and 15th in the boxing power."

"Basang is the No. 1 seed, Borta is the No. 3 seed and Mughri is the No. 7."

"If all goes well, I'll play against Tim in four, Borta in the semi-finals, and in the final, I'll play against Bassang."

"These three people should be on the lookout!"

Ten copies of the rankings were copied, sent to the stands, and read aloud at the same time.

When the people in the stands listened, some were smiling, and some were gloomy, which can be described as several happy and sorrowful.

This was followed by a group draw.

The tournament was very tightly arranged, and the whole journey lasted only four days.

On the first day, in addition to checking bone age and testing punch strength, the first and second rounds of group competitions were also held on this day.

On the second day, thirty-two into sixteen, sixteen into eight.

On the third day, eight into four, four into two.

On the fourth day, the decisive battle.

"Elders, may I ask which one of your countries will come up to draw lots?"

The Lotus Sect walked to the Dayue stand and asked.

"Master Lu, please."

The two heads of the Liyang Sect and the Zhennan Sect said at the same time.

Today, Xingyun Sect performed well, and his disciple Zhao Lin was in the limelight, so he naturally deserved this honor.

"Then Lu is welcome."

Lu Chaohuan stood up and rubbed his palms, "I hope I can draw a lot." ”

Each of the five stands walked out of the head of the house and walked to the west side of the school field to draw lots.

In front of the five leaders, the performers placed wooden plaques with the names of their disciples on the table, and arranged them in a line from high to low according to the strength of their fists.

Take the first 32 wooden cards and put them into the wooden box marked with the word A; Then take the next 32 wooden tiles and put them into the wooden box......

In this way, 160 wooden cards are placed in five wooden boxes: A, B, C, D, and E.

The five heads stepped forward in turn, and each of the five wooden boxes drew a wooden card and handed it to the practitioner, and the five disciples on the wooden card were a group.

"The first group, Zhou Yin, Qian Xiangzong, Nu Jin, Jiang Qu, and Jebe."

Write it down as you do it, and read it out loud.

The disciples watched nervously, hoping that they would be assigned to the weaker group.

Only Basan, Borta, McQueen and others have a relaxed face, they think they have absolute strength, and they don't mind who they are in a group with.

When he arrived at the fifth group, he said: "Zhao Lin, Yi Rihao, Huang Zuxing ......"

Hearing Yi Rihao's name, Zhao Lin immediately looked over to the disciple of Weizi and saw a stout man with a red face shrugging his eyebrows.

According to the information provided by the master, Yi Rihao is a disciple of the Weizi Flame Sect.

"Flame Sect!"

Zhao Lin pursed his lips and sneered in his heart.

The last time the Flame Sect sent someone to assassinate him, he was still haunted by it, and he made up his mind that once he met his disciples, he would never leave his hands.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the draw ended.

Perform five copies of the results of the group and give them to the five heads.

At this time, Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect came over and said to the five masters and disciples, "Everyone, please go back first, take a short rest, and then start the group competition!" ”

(End of chapter)