Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 454 Shangguan Boyu: Junior Brother, Do You Have Any Prejudice Against Fatty?

The time for the start of the martial arts competition came soon, and all the old disciples lined up on the left and right in the Tai Chi Square. The six Chunyang disciples stood side by side in front of Zhenyue Palace, while the new disciples stood facing the Chunyang six disciples.

Lin Yuyuan and Su Tianbai presided over the martial arts competition. A desk was placed on the right side in front of Zhenyue Palace. There was a wooden box on it, which contained the name tags of the new disciples. There was also a public announcement next to the desk. column.

When the time came, Lin Yuyuan said crisply: "This year's New Disciple Tournament will start now. The contest will select opponents by drawing lots."

"The two sides of the martial arts contest fight in the Tai Chi Eight Diagrams formation. The rules are as soon as the point is reached, and they can also take the initiative to admit defeat. They must not intentionally die. Otherwise, martial arts will be abolished and Chunyang will be expelled."

Hearing such a severe punishment, the hearts of all the new disciples froze, and there was a string in their heads.

Although this string may restrict the disciples and prevent them from displaying their full strength, it depends on how you understand strength.

Only the strength that can be completely controlled is the truest level of strength. No matter how powerful a move is, if it cannot be retracted and released freely, it is not considered true strength.

Especially if you use a move that you haven't mastered to your fellow disciples, it is absolutely unforgivable.

If you can't control it perfectly, it means you can let it go but you can't take it back. If you use this kind of moves, you will be irresponsible for the lives of your fellow disciples. Chunyang will not want such a disciple.

What's more, with all six real people present, can't they tell who is strong and who is weak?So this rule is an iron law.

After talking about the rules of the martial arts tournament, Lin Yuyuan was ready to reach out to take the name tag from the wooden box.

"Nephew Lin, wait a minute." Luo Changfeng suddenly interrupted Lin Yuyuan's movements.

"What is the master's order?"

Seeing Lin Yuyuan and the senior brothers and sisters around him looking at him, Luo Changfeng grinned and said, "It's nothing, to ensure absolute fairness and justice, nephew, you should pick up the wooden box and shake it first, and then start drawing lots. "

As soon as Luo Changfeng said the words, Li Wangsheng and the others showed a look of enlightenment, and they all smiled and nodded, Yu Rui smiled lightly and said, "Young brother is thoughtful, nephew Lin, you can do it like this!"

Lin Yuyuan also understood the intention of doing so, and he was sincerely convinced as Luo Changfeng said, picked up the wooden box and shook it vigorously.

There was a rattling sound in the wooden box, indicating that the nameplate inside was completely messed up.

All the disciples also understood that, indeed, if some of the new disciples are familiar with the old disciples, they may not be able to engage in some secret tricks.

For example, when putting in the famous cards in advance, the order has already been arranged. In this way, it is possible for some disciples to draw the ones they want to match, who are not as good as themselves.

Although this seems superfluous, because Lin Yuyuan will never favoritism, but this is an attitude, and it is still very necessary.

After Lin Yuyuan shook the wooden box violently, she began to pull out the nameplates one by one, and Su Tianbai would hang the nameplates in pairs on the bulletin board.

Soon, eight contestants were drawn out, and the competition officially began.

"The first group of contestants is between Xiang Mingyuan and Xie Song."

Xie Song is the second youngest disciple among the new disciples, the son of a rich merchant in Chang'an, because he worships Taoists and can't get used to his father's smell of copper, so he sneaks out of the house and comes to Chunyang to learn art from a teacher.

I don't know if it's because he came to Chunyang, he had to taste his wish, and his appetite improved. I don't know how this kid has progressed in martial arts for more than a year, but his already slightly fat body has gained a lot of weight.

Now with a plump face and a round body, he has already surpassed Shangguan Boyu and became the fattest in Chunyang.

But unlike Shangguan Boyu, he always had a smile on his face, and he seemed a little more happy for no reason.

He was 16 years old when he entered Chunyang, only two months older than Li Qingyue, now a year and a half later, he is almost there.

Xiang Mingyuan was two years older than him, already in his twenties, and had the same background as Shen Jianxin, coming from a small mountain village.

His father was a carpenter and worked in the town. He sneaked to the town's martial arts hall to learn martial arts secretly when he was a child, and laid a solid foundation.

After the two entered the Tai Chi formation, they first bowed to the six sons of Chunyang together, then drew their swords out of their sheaths, and bowed to each other.

Xie Song laughed and said: "Brother Xiang, you have to show mercy!"

Xiang Mingyuan scolded with a smile: "Don't come here, brat, do you think I don't know? Get up at midnight every day to secretly practice swords, have you already practiced Liangyi transformation? If not, you boy would have to gain weight for a while lock up."

Xie Song's heart skipped a beat, Xiang Mingyuan's words revealed a lot!Since he knows that he secretly gets up to practice swords in the middle of the night, doesn't it mean that he also...

The six sons of Chunyang listened to the conversation between the two, and they all nodded secretly. The disciples worked hard, and they were the happiest.

"Junior brother Xie, be careful." After Xiang Mingyuan finished speaking, his expression changed, and he reminded him that the long sword in his hand made a sword gesture, and an illusory Tai Chi gossip diagram flashed and disappeared, and then volleyed towards Xie Song. .

This move is exactly the starting move of Beiming Sword Qi, Taiji Wuji.

Of course, with the Zixia True Qi that he has only cultivated for a year and a half, the power of this sword Qi is naturally not very good, but among the new disciples, it is already considered extremely good.

Facing Xiang Mingyuan's sword qi, Xie Song, not to be outdone, also returned a sword qi.

"bang"

The two sword qi met in the center of the Tai Chi formation, and there was a not-so-violent explosion.

At the same time as sending out the sword aura, the two had already rushed up behind the sword aura, and the sword of heaven unfolded, and the two of them fought into a ball instantly.

The performance of the little fat man Xie Song really caught everyone's eyes. This guy looked chubby and chubby, but his movements were surprisingly flexible, even a bit more flexible than Xiang Mingyuan.

And Xiang Mingyuan was strong and strong, and he seemed to be overpowering others with force, and his sword tactics were wide open and closed, with great force.

However, it is his style of play that is quite restrained by Xie Song, after all, he has not yet reached the level of one power drop ten times, and he will inevitably be restrained by sensitivity.

Luo Changfeng shook his head with a laugh and said: "There is no suspense, this match should be Xie Song's victory, I really don't know what this kid thinks, he is going to be fat like a ball, under normal circumstances he should study Beiming Sword Qi intensively, It is right to take the route of using static braking, but still working hard on body skills, it is really a strange thing."

Shangguan Boyu over there raised his two eyebrows, and said slowly: "Little brother, do you have any prejudice against fat people?"

"Uh... no, nothing, brother, don't think about it, you are still far away from becoming a fat ball!"

"I still..." Shangguan Boyu's eight-character eyebrows matched his expression, with a correct "囧".

"Puchi..." Yu Rui couldn't help laughing.

Li Wangsheng said: "Don't mess around, watch the disciples compete."

Luo Changfeng lowered his eyelids and said, "Brother, if you can put away the smile on your face, this sentence will be more convincing."

Well, now even the shoulders of Qi Jin and Zhuo Fengming began to tremble slightly.

(End of this chapter)