The annual Wenshan Academy martial arts examination meeting has finally arrived! The entire academy has come to the academy's martial arts arena! Dean Lu Zilong, as well as 10 professors of the academy, and more than 200 students have all come to the martial arts arena. The students lined up neatly in the arena.

On the stage of the martial arts arena, the dean and professors sat on it and looked happily at these students wearing cyan Confucian shirts and hanging long swords from their waists, this is the difference between Wenshan Academy and other academies, because the students of Wenshan Academy not only learn literature, but also practice martial arts quite well, especially the scholarly swordsmanship created by Lu Fangweng is very Confucian.

"Array!" As Lu Zilong shouted, the students began to perform swordsmanship, and more than 200 people performed scholarly swordsmanship together, and their momentum was also quite amazing. The professors on the stage couldn't help but nod their heads. These students practiced very well, and showed the lightness of the scholar's swordsmanship and a heroic righteousness to the fullest. Of course, this is the credit of Fang Datong, the professor of scholarly swordsmanship, so Fang Datong is also very happy.

There are a total of eighty-one styles of scholar's swordsmanship, and it only takes about ten minutes to complete the practice.

Soon the martial arts test will begin, and the students will face off every six pairs, of course, all of them will be drawn to determine who the opponent is, and those who lose will never have a chance, only if they keep winning until they enter the quarterfinals, can they really show their faces.

Ling Lingqi played in the second round, so he just took the opportunity to see how his classmates competed. Of course, in the process of testing swordsmanship, it is possible to hurt people, so all the swords tested in these competitions are not bladed, but even in the martial arts arena, there are no swords and eyes, and it is inevitable that things will hurt people.

After watching the first round of the competition, Ling Lingqi felt that the swordsmanship of the students of the academy was not very good, after all, it was a academy, and the scholars still focused on literature, and the scholars' swordsmanship was not a first-class swordsmanship. Therefore, Ling Lingqi had absolute confidence in his Tai Chi sword technique, and he would definitely be able to easily defeat these classmates with his Tai Chi sword technique.

In his previous life, Ling Lingqi mainly practiced boxing, after all, in the era of hot weapons, cold weapons were rarely used, and for the master of chemical strength, the difference between using weapons and not using weapons was not very big, and the body of the master of chemical strength was a powerful weapon in itself.

Therefore, this is the first time that Ling Lingqi has used swordsmanship to conduct actual combat.

When Ling Lingqi came on the court, he found out that his opponent was Zhao Yishan, an old student of Wenshan Academy, this Zhao Yishan was the leader of the previous annual martial arts competitions, and basically he was able to enter the quarterfinals. Therefore, the professors on the stage all thought that Ling Lingqi had little chance this time, although they had also heard from Fang Datong that Ling Lingqi knew a set of peculiar swordsmanship, but they had never seen it. Only Lu Zilong knew that Ling Lingqi would definitely be the top champion in this martial arts competition, because he couldn't defeat Ling Lingqi himself, let alone use these students.

Ling Lingfa didn't know martial arts, so he also sweated for his son. Of course, he hoped that his son could perform well, but he also knew that he might be injured if he was not careful in the competition, so he was very nervous, for fear that his son would be hurt by something, after all, this is the descendant of the Ling family, and he is such a son.

Ling Lingqi walked to the middle of the arena of the competition, which was a circle with a diameter of about ten meters, and the two sides of the competition could only compete in this circle, and they could only use swordsmanship, of course, there was no provision that swordsmanship must be used in Wenshan Academy.

Ling Lingqi held the sword in his left hand, and then clasped his fists with both hands to Zhao Yishan, and Zhao Yishan on the opposite side also gave a fist salute, which was a kind of etiquette before the competition began.

Ling Lingqi said modestly: "Senior Brother Zhao, please advise!"

Zhao Yishan smiled and said: "Senior Brother Ling is polite, Senior Brother is a few years older, and he has been in the academy for many years, so you can let it go!"

Ling Lingqi nodded, and said loudly: "Okay, then I'm welcome, Senior Brother Zhao look at the sword!"

After speaking, Ling Lingqi quickly handed over a sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhao Yishan's throat. On the surface, this sword looks slow, as if it is a false move. In fact, this is not the case, the characteristics of Tai Chi swordsmanship are like this, the virtual and the real are combined, and any sword can be a false move, or it can be turned into a real move in an instant.

Zhao Yishan's face changed, because he found that the sword that Ling Lingqi stabbed over seemed to lock his whole person! Although the two were far apart, Ling Lingqi's sword seemed to be slow, but it came instantly, because when Ling Lingqi's sword move was delivered, his feet also moved.

Ling Lingqi took a sliding step, and approached Zhao Yishan in one step without moving his upper body!

At this time, Zhao Yishan's rich experience in fighting the enemy played a role, and his sword was also very fast, and his sword was on the long sword stabbed by Ling Lingqi. Suddenly, the two swords struck each other, and there was a crisp sound, and at the same time, the place where the two swords collided was also splashed everywhere, and indeed this sword Ling Lingqi was also a real move. Zhao Yishan only felt a majestic force coming from the sword, and he was almost knocked down.

However, although Zhao Yishan narrowly blocked Ling Lingqi's sword move, he fell into Ling Lingqi's Taiji sticky sword. Ling Lingqi's long sword seemed to turn into a tangled thread, wrapping around Zhao Yishan's long sword, he even felt that the sword in his hand seemed to become extremely heavy, and at the same time it was sluggish, he wanted to pull it out but found that he couldn't pull it out at all.

This is the Tai Chi sticky sword, its principle is the same as the principle of Tai Chi, that is, sticky, connected, sticky, follow, do not lose or top. The key to "sticky sword" lies in the word "sticky", and "sticky" is only a means to achieve technical attack. When facing the enemy, "sticking" is like an invisible lock, locking the opponent, then they can freely change their attack and defense, so that the opponent has no chance to take advantage of it, so as to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy. "Sticky" is also reflected in every subtle movement of the eyes, body, steps, and hands.

When using the Tai Chi sticky sword, it is to control the distance between the two sides through the advance and retreat of footwork, the enemy advances and I retreat, the enemy retreats and I advance, the enemy urges me to speed, and the enemy slows me down, so that he always keeps himself outside the range of the opponent's stab, and can firmly stick to the other party, so that he does not leave, does not lose or top.

What's even more clever is like Ling Lingqi, who used his own long sword to stick to the opponent's long sword, making the other party unable to draw his own long sword at all. Of course, it is not easy to reach such a realm, if Ling Lingqi was not a master of transformation in his previous life, he would not be able to do it.

Just when Zhao Yishan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he couldn't break free from the shackles of Ling Lingqi's long sword with all his strength, he saw Ling Lingqi shouting: "Withdraw your hand!"

The professors on the stage, as well as the students in the audience, saw that the long sword in Zhao Yishan's hand was suddenly picked up by Ling Ling and flew into the air, and then fell straight down and inserted into the bluestone ground, reaching a depth of several inches.

Zhao Yishan's face was discouraged, and he said gloomily: "I'm defeated!"