The competition has officially begun.

Mo endured the abdominal pain, and complained in his heart that Jin Danzi did not teach the "fetal shrinkage and dispersion qigong" earlier, and it happened that he caught up with the labor pain on August 15.

The first round of disciples came on the field, the two sides used long swords, with the five dragon swordsmanship against the real martial arts swordsmanship, the two sides fought back and forth for more than ten rounds, the true martial arts Taoist temple was defeated, and the first round of the five dragons was victorious.

In the ring, Ziyang Zhenren stroked his beard with satisfaction.

The next competition was miserable, and the male disciples of the True Martial Arts Temple were defeated one after another, one by one drooping their heads and not daring to look at the master, and two of them were also scratched by the tip of the sword on their arms.

Zhen Yangzi's face was red and white, and he finally pinned his hopes on Bai Puzi, the other party was just a female disciple, and this must have won. Anyway, as long as he wins one game, he will be stronger than the previous shaved head, and it is better to explain to the head master when he goes back, not to mention that he can directly enter the next round after he wins, and with his skill in the fourth layer of Xuantian Gong, he should still have a chance to win.

Finally it was Bai Puzi's turn to play, he chic tucked the corner of the robe into his waist, revealing the Su embroidered silk underwear inside, and then smiled sweetly at Qingyu, as if they had been a couple for many years.

Qingyu glanced at Bai Puzi's underwear with disdain, and pursed her mouth, but in Bai Puzi's eyes, it was nothing less than a variety of amorous, a response to his smile and even conniving or seducing.

"Senior brother, look at the sword. Qingyu stabbed mercilessly with a sword.

Bai Puzi waved the wooden sword to meet him, and fought with the goddess in his heart affectionately, the sword was not as strong and fast as it was to say, and he lost his discipline under his feet.

Ziyang Zhenren looked at Zhen Yangzi suspiciously, and at this moment, Zhen Yangzi was also inexplicably confused, and he didn't know what Bai Puzi was doing. Only the brothers and sisters of the True Martial Arts Temple knew it in their hearts, and they laughed and cheered and shouted non-stop in the audience.

Bai Shizi muttered, "It turns out that if you like someone, you can do this." ”

Qingyu's martial arts were far from Bai Puzi's, and seeing his frivolous demeanor and ambiguous expression, his little face was so angry that his face was crimson, and he couldn't pierce the vital place with one sword after another, and he was so anxious that his face was dripping with sweat. This only increased Bai Puzi's love and pity, and he didn't even think about pointing the tip of his sword at her, and his eyes became more and more affectionate. In this way, the two of them went back and forth in the ring, eyebrows and clothes, as if they were performing on the stage.

The people in the audience just watched the excitement, and the adults and children kept cheering and applauding.

The more Zhenyangzi looked at it, the more angry he became, and finally he couldn't help it anymore and coughed loudly twice to warn Bai Puzi.

Bai Puzi suddenly woke up, and as soon as he was stunned, he was stabbed in the thigh by a sword of Qingyu, and the blood did not stop flowing for a while, and the wooden sword was thrown and covered with the wound and limped down.

The disciples of the Five Dragons Temple cheered, and the strongest opponent was defeated by the female disciple, which was simply something that they didn't dare to think about before.

"Haha," Wen Ruo laughed, turned to Zhen Yangzi and said, "Senior brother, thank you for your concession." ”

Zhenyangzi's face was red, and he was already so angry that he couldn't speak, Bai Puzi couldn't count on it, only Bai Shizi and Bai Chizi were left, and if they didn't try to do it well this year, they would still lose in a mess.

Sure enough, Bai Shizi only played for more than ten rounds, and was kicked out of the ring by Qinglian, a female disciple of Wulongguan, just like last year, which caused a burst of laughter in the audience.

Mo Yan came up with the wooden sword in his hand, the labor pain was still continuing, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his body trembled slightly in pain.

Qingfeng, the new female disciple of Wulongguan, is the strongest martial artist among the three of them, and the two junior sisters have won, and she can't lose it. Although the little Taoist priest of the True Martial Dao Temple on the opposite side had a strong physique, he seemed to be trembling in the stage fright, and she sneered, not taking him seriously at all.

The senior brothers of the True Martial Arts Temple were defeated, so they tried their best to cheer him up knowing that the junior brother was not good, "Idiot, idiot, come on!" The shouts kept on.

Qingfeng snorted, shook his wrist, and stabbed the opponent's chest with a sharp sword. Mo Yan had never practiced true martial arts swordsmanship, and he panicked for a while and didn't know how to dodge, and when he saw that he was about to stab his chest, someone in the audience couldn't help but scream.

At this moment, Mo Yan's body instinctively reacted, and his mind was everywhere, and the wooden sword in his right hand swung lightning and smashed on the spine of Qingfeng's sword, and with a "snap" sound, Qingfeng's five dragon swords instantly broke into two and fell at his feet.

Everyone on and off the stage, including Mo Yan himself, was stunned for a while, and the scene was silent.

"Okay, idiot, idiot. The disciples of the True Martial Daoist Temple cheered all at once, and they finally won.

Qingfeng was stunned on the stage, and when she came to her senses, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and ran off the ring crying.

At this moment, the real yoko on the stage was also stunned.

Wen Ruo stood up and said sharply: "This one doesn't count, the rules of the martial arts competition are that the first round is only a swordsmanship, and no internal force is allowed. ”

Zhen Yangzi stood up and retorted: "Bai Chizi doesn't have any internal strength at all, this competition is very fair, that is, the True Martial Dao Temple wins." ”

Wen Ruoxu sneered: "How can you break the long sword in Qingfeng's hand without internal force?"

"If you don't believe it, you can verify it on the spot. "Mayoko argues with reason.

"Okay, then call your disciple over. Wen Ruo said hehehe.

"Bai Chizi, come here. "Zhenyangzi called Mo Yan to come to him.

Mo Yan stretched out his arm, Wen Ruoyi grabbed his wrist, and suddenly his face was surprised, this young man's dantian was empty, and there was really not the slightest internal force in his body.

"Hmph, Senior Brother Wen, believe it now, did we win this competition. Mayoko said proudly.

"It's strange, could it be that there is something wrong with that sword" Wen Ruo was speechless, and had to admit that the True Martial Dao Temple had won.

Zhenyangzi thought to himself that Bai Chizi had won by luck this time, and he could accept it when he saw it, and he would never be able to win in the second round of fist and foot qigong, so he said: "Senior Brother Wen, I think the disciples' competition will end here?"

"That's not good, the winner of the first round has to go to the second round, which has been the rule for decades. "If Wen needs to refuse immediately, since this kid has no internal strength, he will definitely lose, and let his subordinates beat him with a blue nose and swollen face and a bad breath.

Zhenyangzi had no choice but to agree, anyway, he had already won, and he returned to Jiugong Mountain to explain to his master.

There are ten winners in the last round of the Five Dragons Temple, two of which are female disciples who are not required to participate in the fist and foot competition, and the remaining eight will take turns competing with Bai Chizi of the True Martial Arts Temple. If the first white son is defeated, the others do not need to be compared, otherwise they must be compared with the rest of the people until they are defeated.

In the audience, the senior brothers of the True Martial Arts Temple all sweated for the little junior brother, in addition to Bai Chizi's strong ability to resist blows, he only had a brute force, and if he wanted to fight against the fellow brothers of the Five Dragons Temple who had practiced Xuantian Gong for several years, it would be strange not to be beaten to vomit blood.

Mo Yan also knew that he was not an opponent, but he had to play, and he thought that it was like a sparring partner on Jiugong Mountain, just give people a few casual beatings, anyway, it doesn't matter to him whether he wins or loses. The key is that the labor pain in the abdomen is still continuing, and I don't know if it will go crazy like Jin Danzi said, and I will collapse and never get up again.

He quietly lifted his robe, quickly glanced at his lower abdomen, and found that many pale red patterns appeared on his belly, and he couldn't help but sink in his heart, which was exactly the sign that Jin Danzi said was going mad.

The female disciples of the Five Dragons Temple saw Mo Yan's indecent behavior, and their faces were slightly red, and they secretly said in their hearts that this person might really be an idiot.

"Senior Brother Bai Chizi, Jin Fengzi is polite. Wulongguan Jin Fengzi appeared first, and after saying that, he made a move "Qinglong out of the water" fist and hit Mo Remnant's chest, at this moment, Mo Remnant hurriedly dodged sideways regardless of the abdominal pain, and was almost hit by a quick punch. Immediately, the opponent's second palm "oolong swinging tail" came one after another, this time he couldn't dodge, and was slapped on the back by Jin Fengzi's second-layer Xuantian Gong's palm, which shocked him to kick forward a few steps in a row, and suddenly his eyes were full of gold stars. Mo Yan turned around and fought with him again, and everyone could see that the Five Dragons Guan disciple's punches were very methodical, while Bai Chizi was embarrassed. In the end, Jin Fengzi jumped up on the ground, smashed down with a volley of "Five Dragons Gathering Top", and hit Mo Xuan's head with his right fist, and fell heavily to the ground.

The disciples of the Five Dragons Temple cheered, while the senior brothers of the True Martial Dao Temple sighed again and again, and the little junior brother was not lightly injured at this moment.

Wen Ruoxu stood up with a smile on his face, ready to declare the victory of the Five Dragons.

At this moment, I suddenly saw Mo Yan get up again, patted the dust on his robe, and continued to rush up and fight as if he had nothing to do. After a few rounds, Mo Yan fell again, but then got up again, like a tumbler.

The senior brothers all knew that the little junior brother had rough skin and thick flesh, but he still stood up repeatedly under the heavy blows of internal force, which still made them stunned.

Jin Fengzi learned his lesson, and took advantage of the opportunity to defeat his opponent again, stepped forward and stepped on Mo Yan to prevent him from getting up again.

Mo Yan grabbed Jin Fengzi's legs with both hands, and with a lot of effort in his mind, he actually lifted Jin Fengzi off the ground and threw it behind him, over his head and under the ring.

This change came so suddenly that everyone didn't have time to react, and when they realized that it was Bai Chizi who had won, the senior brothers of the True Martial Daoist Temple jumped up excitedly.

"Idiot, good, great, idiot" everyone's excited voices changed

Bai Shizi burst into tears and looked at Mo Mo on the stage with a smirk.

Mayoko was stunned, and she didn't seem to understand it yet.

Wen Ruo's face turned pale, and he waved his hand to call the second disciple to play.

This person's name is Jin Zhenzi, born with five big and three rough, short-tempered and rude, and is famous for his heavy punches in Wulongguan. His Xuantian skills have been practiced to the third level, and he once killed a calf with a punch under Wudang Mountain.

"You kid come and taste Lao Tzu's fists. Jin Zhenzi didn't care about etiquette when he came on the court, and his head was a heavy punch, fast and ruthless, and before Mo could react, a "bang" had already smashed into his heart.

Qingyu Qingfeng and other female disciples in the audience closed their eyes and were so frightened that they didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Mo Yan fell on his back, and Bai Shizi couldn't help but scream.

People held their breath and focused their eyes on Mo Yan's body, hoping that this indomitable little Taoist priest would be able to get up again.

Mo Yan was lying on the ground, his chest was churning with blood, his mouth was salty, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The strange thing is that the labor pain in Dengshi's abdomen seems to have been reduced a lot, and the meridians around his body seem to be smoother. Could it be that the chest and abdomen are under the heavy blow of external forces, but it helps his own qi and blood to run? If so, it is better to let him come a few more times, thinking of this, he touched the ribs of the sternum and saw that there was no broken injury, so he staggered and stood up again.

The audience was moved by the indomitable and tenacious spirit of this little Taoist, and people called out with tears in their eyes: "Come on, little Taoist, you can do it." ”

The senior brothers of the True Martial Arts Temple also shouted "idiot, idiot, idiot" with all their might, and their voices were hoarse.

Jin Zhenzi saw that he was able to get up under his heavy punch, so he used ten percent of his internal force to punch and punch the opponent's chest continuously, and Master Fang confessed privately that it was okay to kill him, so he started without mercy.

Zhenyangzi watched coldly, didn't he know that Jin Zhenzi obviously wanted to put Bai Chizi to death, but he didn't want to intervene at all, even if Bai Chizi died, he was also Miao Fenglin's person, what did he do.

At this moment, under the successive impacts like a heavy hammer, the Dao robe on his chest had been torn into pieces, his hair was loose, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his mind was no longer clear.

The female disciples of Wulongguan couldn't look at it, and they all asked Jin Zhenzi to stop, and the people in the audience also scolded angrily, accusing Wulongguan of being a madman and not stopping.

Wen Ruoxu and Zhen Yangzi each had expressionless faces, and sat there without saying a word.

Mo Yan seemed to feel that the fists that fell on his body were getting lighter and lighter, and Jin Zhenzi's punching speed was also slowing down.

The people in the audience also noticed this, and they saw that Jin Zhenzi's fist was already bruised and purple-red, and he grinned with porcelain teeth with every punch, as if he was enduring great pain.

The cry of "the little Taoist priest counterattacked, the little Taoist priest beat him" reached Mo Yan's ears, and Mo Yan, who was in a trance, returned a punch according to his words. Jin Zhenzi was defenseless, and was hit in the stomach by an opponent's punch, and then fell to the ground with a muffled snort, and fainted all of a sudden.

This sudden change stunned everyone, and the scene was silent.

Wen Ruo jumped up and landed in front of Jin Zhenzi, leaning down to look at his injuries.

Mo Yan's body staggered, and he still rushed forward with a staggering step, and slapped a round palm at the Baihui acupoint on the top of Wen Ruoyi's head, he couldn't tell who was who.

If Wen needed to be angry, he would return his hand with a palm and use the sixth layer of Xuantian Gong.

"No!" Ziyang Zhenren hurriedly stopped.

But it was too late, and the thunderous palm had already hit Mo Yan's bare belly, flying up like a kite with a broken string, and fell on the other side of the ring.

Wen Ruo let out a slap in anger, and then knew that it was wrong, and hurriedly came to Mo Yan's side to see what was going on.

"Isn't the Wenjia of Eastern Sichuan, a white-faced Confucian student, already dead?" Mo Yan muttered unconsciously before losing consciousness.

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