On November 7, there was a day off in the middle of the National Martial Arts Competition.

Liu Lu came to Lijiazhuang as usual. This is her fourth day of martial arts, and now her piling posture is a bit presentable, and Li Chengxian's sword skills have been practiced a lot.

The head of the Cihang faction Tan looked at Li Chengxian's serious martial arts practice, nodded secretly, and his serious expression eased a little. These few days are estimated to be the most serious martial arts training days in Li Chengxian's life. As soon as he stopped, Liu Lu's eyes would drift over, and then, he would involuntarily continue practicing. Therefore, Master Tan taught Liu Lu a set of introductory boxing techniques.

Now, Liu Lu is practicing this boxing technique.

At this time, a disciple walked into the martial arts training ground and said to Master Tan: "Master, Master Zhang of the Wudang Sect asks to see you." ”

Liu Lu wondered, what is Zhang Panshan doing here? She looked at Li Chengxian with a puzzled face.

Li Chengxian blinked his clear eyes and told Liu Lu with his eyes that he didn't know either.

Zhang Panshan strode in, glanced at Liu Lu and Li Chengxian, and walked straight to Master Tan.

After Zhang Panshan and Tan Ying greeted each other, Zhang Panshan invited Tan Ying to have a discussion.

Tan Ying's elite eyes were slightly excited, her martial arts skills are getting stronger and stronger, and there are fewer and fewer opponents who can fight, Zhang Panshan's strength is very good, and she has some itchy hands.

Tan Ying took out her long knife, a thick and heavy knife with a blade seventy or eighty centimeters long. Seeing that Zhang Panshan did not bring a blade, Tan Ying pointed to the weapon room and said to Zhang Panshan: "You pick a weapon." ”

Tan Ying is known as the "Sword Demon" in the martial arts, and his sword skills are strange and have entered the realm.

Zhang Panshan did not dare to underestimate the enemy. Seeing that Tan Ying's knife was thick and heavy, and ordinary weapons were difficult to beat, he picked a long iron rod in the weapons room. This blunt weapon is suitable for resisting the slashing of swords. He weighed the weight of the iron rod, which weighed about forty or fifty pounds, which was quite adequate.

Tan Ying saw Zhang Panshan pick a long iron rod, and some approval flashed in his eyes.

The two put on a posture and fought against each other in the martial arts training ground. The disciples of the Cihang faction all gathered around to watch the battle.

Although Tan Ying is a woman, her martial arts are not weaker than that of a man, but seeing that her every blow is a fatal blow that breaks out quickly, with the weight of the knife, every critical hit has a thousand powers. After each critical hit, she immediately supplemented her light body with her light and agile posture, looking for the next critical opportunity.

Zhang Panshan is burly, more than 1.9 meters tall, the whole body is muscular, and the strength is great, although the Wudang faction is good at internal kung fu, but Zhang Panshan cultivates both inside and outside. I saw the iron rod in his hand swinging freely, catching Tan Ying's critical blow, and then flipping the iron rod and chasing Tan Ying directly.

Tan Ying saw that Zhang Panshan was strong, and every move was not old, and then changed his moves.

The two of them exchanged knives and sticks, and the sharp sonorous sound pierced people's ears numbly.

After a while, the corners of Zhang Panshan's mouth rose slightly.

At this time, a person from the Wudang faction walked in and said loudly: "Master, someone from the Emei faction has come to ask us to fight on the outskirts of the city." ”

Zhang Panshan and Tan Ying heard it and stopped at the same time.

In every National Martial Arts Competition, there will be battles between various sects. Since it is forbidden to fight weapons in the capital, the place of the battle is usually chosen in the open space in the suburbs next to Jinming Lake outside the capital. The time for the fight is usually a rest day in the middle of a martial arts competition. Other sects other than the covenant usually go to watch the battle.

Zhang Panshan said to Tan Ying: "Master Tan, let's compare next time." ”

Tan Ying, who had a serious face, praised: "Wang Qi has cultivated a great apprentice. ”

Zhang Panshan said a few words modestly and said goodbye to Tan Ying. Before leaving, he turned his head to look at Liu Lu next to him, and then strode away with the Wudang disciples.

Tan Ying looked at the departing Zhang Panshan and said to Lu Fengxiang: "Ten years later, can you beat him?"

Lu Fengxiang raised his eyebrows and glanced at the direction where Zhang Panshan was going, and said straightforwardly: "Oh, it's a little difficult to win against him." ”

Tan Ying frowned solemnly, turned his head to the disciples and said, "Let's go and see the Emei faction and the Wudang faction compete." ”

Li Chengxian excitedly said to Liu Lu: "Let's go and have a look." "Li Chengxian is like a child, he likes to make up for any excitement. Liu Lu replied indifferently: "Okay." ”

Outside the capital, three or four kilometers to the south, there is a lake, called Jinming Lake, not far from Jinming Lake, there is a forest, on the edge of the forest, is a vacant land. In this suburban clearing, there are hundreds of people.

I heard that the Emei faction, which ranked third, made an appointment to fight the Wudang faction, which ranked second, and many warriors came to watch the battle.

Cheng Yu, the head of the Emei faction, is a Taoist priest, in his sixties, wearing a dark gray Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with sparse and long eyebrows on his face, starry eyes like electricity, and a few goatees, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

Cheng Yu stroked his goatee and said loudly: "Master Zhang, the old rules, young people compete, let's not interfere." ”

The war in the countryside is the product of a rivalry between sects. Due to the age limit of the National Martial Arts Competition, only young people under the age of 26 can participate. Most of the martial artists who are over this age will leave the sect to find another way to make a living. Therefore, the suburban battles that were born with the martial arts competition, the object of the competition is naturally also young martial artists.

On the opposite side of the Emei faction, there were people from the Wudang faction. Zhang Panshan, the new head of the Wudang faction, had a hard and cold face, and said in a deep voice: "Okay." How many games?"

Cheng Yu looked at the elite disciples of the Emei faction, and then looked at the people of the Wudang faction, and heard that the Wudang faction has no strong opponents this year, which is also the reason why they made an appointment to fight the Wudang faction. The Emei faction is far away in Bashu and has relatively little contact with the Central Plains martial artists, so it is important to take the opportunity to make a name for the sect during the martial arts competition, but it is not possible to let all the outstanding disciples compete in the martial arts competition, after all, if they are seriously injured, their performance in the martial arts competition will be affected.

Cheng Yu stroked his goatee and said, "How about three games?" ”

Zhang Panshan has no objection.

Next to the Wudang faction, there were people from the Cihang faction. Tan Ying, the head of the Cihang faction, glanced at the Wudang faction and the Emei faction, and couldn't see the thoughts on her serious face, she stood there without saying a word. Tan Ying stood next to Lu Fengxiang. Next to Lu Fengxiang are Li Chengxian and Liu Lu.

The jousting soon began. In the first game, it was Jiang Yunqi who was sent out by Emei. Jiang Yunqi held a long sword in his hand.

Seeing that the other party was making a sword, Yuan Guozhong of the Wudang faction said to Zhang Panshan: "Master, this person asked me to fight, and I will learn Emei swordsmanship for a while." Zhang Panshan nodded. Yuan Guozhong is a disciple of the elders of the Wudang faction, and he is ugly, but his martial arts are very good, especially his swordsmanship. Both of them are swordsmen, so they can compete with each other.

More than half an hour later, Yuan Guozhong of the Wudang faction won.

Cheng Yu glanced at Jiang Yunqi, who had retreated, and was confident. In the second game, the Emei faction sent Xu Dong to fight, and the Wudang faction sent Chen Wu to fight. The Emei faction won the battle.

At this time, the Wudang faction and the Emei faction each won and lost, and the next third game was the key to determining the victory.

Cheng Yuxing, the head of the Emei faction, glanced at the Wudang faction with electric eyes, stroked his goatee, and smiled lightly at the corner of his eyes, looking at Peng Wang, who was also wearing a dark gray robe. Peng Wang is his proud disciple, and he has the highest martial arts among the new generation of the Emei faction. Cheng Zhangmen has high hopes for Peng Wang, and he is particularly cultivated for him, and he is interested in asking Peng Wang to win the champion of this year's martial arts.

Peng Wang is medium to tall, and his appearance is not good, but he has a high talent for martial arts and is also very hardworking. Seeing the master looking at him, Peng Wang glanced at the people of the Wudang Sect with a nailed gaze, and said in a strong voice: "Master in charge, in the third game, I will fight." ”

Cheng Yu nodded and said, "Okay, Wang'er, don't shoot too hard." ”

Zhang Panshan looked at Peng Wang sharply, turned his head to Qin Li beside him and said, "Qin Li, you are on this time." ”

Qin Li glanced at Zhang Panshan with a little surprise, and said with a smile: "No, I won't fight this person, you change someone." ”

Zhang Panshan looked at Qin Li with a pair of tiger eyes, and said coldly: "You can't get on?"

Qin Li glanced at Zhang Panshan meaningfully, and said, "Didn't you have enough fun last night?"

Zhang Panshan's face turned suspiciously black, and he kicked Qin Li's ass, leaving a yellow dust footprint.

Qin Li coughed lightly, slapped the dust off his clothes casually, and walked into the open space in the center of the crowd in a dashing manner. Junlang had a charming smile on his face, and after throwing a few winks at the onlookers, he looked at Peng Wang opposite.

Damn, such a coquettish man.

Peng Wang looked at Qin Li, who was taller than him, and raised the corners of his mouth sarcastically. But he didn't underestimate the enemy, I saw his center of gravity sink, stepped to the side, pulled his fist up, concentrated, and made a move.

Qin Li saw that the opponent's fist reached his waist and abdomen in an instant, and quickly moved to dodge.

Peng Wang's punch was extremely fast, the first punch was not old, and the second punch arrived. Qin Li was a little embarrassed, but he dodged the second punch in a chic manner.

Soon after, Qin Li had already lost the wind. He graciously stepped back and said, "I admit defeat." Glancing back at the serious and cold Zhang Panshan, he was really angry.

Cheng Yu looked at Peng Wang and nodded with a smile. The people of the Emei faction were overjoyed, and they won two of the three games, and the Emei faction won the Wudang faction.