Zhao Lin stood in the ring and didn't feel nervous, but the Dayue people watching the battle, especially the several elders of the Xingyun Sect, were already sweating in their palms.

If someone told them that two disciples of the Xingyun Sect would break into the top sixteen before the martial arts competition, and one of them would be able to enter the top eight, they would definitely be satisfied.

But when the day comes, I hope to go further.

Zhao Lin and Mu Heli are both tall and burly, with broad shoulders and long legs, and when they stand in the ring, if it weren't for the different colors of the practice clothes on their bodies, they couldn't tell who it was at first glance.

Mu Heli raised his hand and clenched his fists, suddenly grinned, and said thoughtlessly: "Coincidentally, this is my Wushu against Da Yue, and the next one will be too." ”

In the end, Borta faced He Liancheng, Zhao Lin didn't know why he mentioned this, so he didn't answer the question, but only arched his hand, "That's a coincidence." ”

Muheri said, "I know your goal is to defeat Borta, but get past me first!" ”

"Good!"

Zhao Lin didn't say anything more, and raised his fist to signal the start of the competition.

Seeing this, Elder Ruan said in a loud voice: "Take position, one, two, three!" ”

As soon as the word "three" came out, Zhao Lin and Mu Heli rushed towards each other at the same time.

Before he could get close, Mu Heli suddenly spun around and raised his legs, kicking out a whip leg, his toes stretched straight and fierce.

He knew that his strength was not as good as Zhao Lin, and he wanted to use this to seize the opportunity.

This is a smart opponent!

A thought rose in Zhao Lin's heart, and he didn't dodge it immediately, and raised his arm to block it.

Bang!

Zhao Lin's upper body shook, and without waiting to stabilize his body, he made a punch.

Mu Heli quickly retracted his legs, and regardless of the punch, he stood still, and swept his leg towards Zhao Lin's left span.

A lose-lose style of play!

Zhao Lin's heart was shocked, if he didn't stop his fist, he would definitely be able to hit the opponent first, but he would definitely hit the opponent's leg as well.

What basis did he have to do that?

The electric light stone light didn't have time to think about it, Zhao Lin turned his fist, met the opponent's flying legs, and was shocked to take two steps back.

Mu Heli made a move, and immediately followed up with a palm, and a smug look flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Lin opened his palm, saw the sneer on the corner of the other party's mouth, and suddenly figured it out.

Muheli mentioned at the beginning that if he wants to fight with Borta, he will pass him first.

Borta is strong, he must maintain enough physical strength, and he must not be injured, otherwise even if he wins this game, he will not be able to win against Borta.

It is precisely because of this that Muheli has the courage to fight with himself.

"It turned out that this wishful thinking was played, and I used the next game to gain the advantage of this game!"

Several elders in the Dayue stands also pondered the taste, and Elder Jinshi snorted coldly, "Is this a game with us for one?" ”

Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "The lower donkey is the upper sidice, of course they don't lose. ”

"This ...... We analyzed the tactics for a long time, but we didn't expect this layer. ”

"Don't worry, Zhao Lin should be able to deal with ......"

Suddenly, the two of them fought in the ring for seven or eight rounds, and Mu Heli repeated his old tricks, ignoring Zhao Lin's claw on the shoulder, and punched Zhao Lin in the chest.

Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, did he really dare not fight hard?

This time he didn't flinch again, his posture remained the same, and his five claws grabbed like lightning.

Mu Heli was taken aback, he didn't expect Zhao Lin to really dare to fight with him, but immediately the corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile.

He has been practicing body forging for more than ten years, insisting on polishing his outer skin and muscles every day, and his ability to resist blows is extremely strong, even if he hits a claw first, he is confident that he can give Zhao Lin a heavy blow, and he recovers faster.

Thinking of this, his fists did not stop, gathering his remaining strength to protect his body.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

Zhao Lin's claws were cold, and the yin qi was heavy, and before he touched his body, he noticed a chill, and a layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on his skin.

Burst!

Zhao Lin grabbed Zhongmu Heli, and the cold ice qi was released.

Forging the body is a rare practice for cultivating non-energy, and there is no problem of mutual restraint, but it can't withstand the cold and ice true qi, and it dies down in an instant.

Mu Heli only felt the cold air penetrating into his body, his shoulders were in sharp pain, his body trembled, and the punch he punched out became weak and weak, and lightly touched Zhao Lin's chest.

Zhao Lin had expected this result, and while grabbing the other party, he blasted out a stone Xiao punch.

Muheli "kicked and kicked" and retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, shook a little, and held on without falling.

Zhao Lin saw that the other party was so durable, and he stepped on it step by step, and pounced as quickly as a leopard.

In the face of a stormy attack, Kihiri held on for a few rounds before finally falling to the ground.

"Won!"

"Zhao Lin won ......"

The Da Yue disciples let out a burst of cheers and waved their fists vigorously, and Yang Lin, Lu Chaohuan and the others also stood up excitedly and looked at each other with joy.

There was silence in the Wushu stands, and Elder Gao Yun sighed slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, that move just now is the Three Yin Claws, and no one has used this technique in Da Yue for a long time......"

The other elder also looked awe-inspiring, and glanced at Borta, who was about to compete on stage, "I didn't expect that this Zhao Lin would actually practice the dual genus exercises!" ”

Borta was also aware of this, and looked at Zhao Lin with a little more solemnity in his eyes.

In fact, when Zhao Lin was in the group battle, he used the Tianshuang Fist when he fought against Yi Rihao.

However, at that time, the nine rings were fought at the same time, and everyone in the Wushu was concerned about the performance of their disciples, so they didn't notice it.

"It turns out that he didn't do his best yesterday!"

In the stands, Jiang Pu shook his head slightly, and then felt relieved.

When he lost to Zhao Lin yesterday, he was still unwilling, and after watching the competition just now, he realized that the gap between himself and Zhao Lin was not as he thought.

In the third game, Helian City played Borta.

Helian City's strength is far inferior to Borta's, but the metal energy is indestructible, except for the fire energy, any other attribute of the energy can directly sweep its edge.

When it came time to fight, Borta also had to avoid his edge.

As soon as He Liancheng came up, he attacked sharply, and his strength turned into a scimitar, slashing horizontally and vertically, aggressively.

Coupled with the swiftness and dexterity of his body, he fought for more than a dozen rounds, but he did not fall behind.

Borta gradually became anxious, the first two games of Basang and Zhao Lin both won within 20 moves, and he aimed to win the championship, how could he be inferior to the two?

Besides, if you continue to fight like this, your strength will be consumed too much, and you will suffer a loss if you fight against Zhao Lin for a while.

The opponent must be dealt with right away!

Thinking of this, he stomped his foot violently, launched the gathering technique, and in an instant, he came to the front of He Liancheng and hit a heavy mountain punch.

He Liancheng had long been guarding against this move, and while his body flew backwards, he slashed out a palm.

Borta smiled coldly, took a step forward, and his body shook, and his body like a mountain overflowed with dozens of earth energy, forming an armor like a wall of sand.

Cha!

He Liancheng's palm slashed against Borta's strength armor, making a sound like a knife scraping sand.

Bang!

Borta punched He Liancheng out of the air and landed under the ring.

(End of chapter)