Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 133

"If you want to enter the Elephant Dance Academy, pass my level first!"

Shi Jiangyong shouted loudly, raised his right fist suddenly, and with a forward charge, hit Zhao Lin directly in the chest.

The action was simple and direct, without any fancy, but the faces of the disciples on the sidelines suddenly changed.

At the third level of Qi, the thickness of the energy released can reach more than an inch. Shi Jiangyong's arms are wrapped with streaks of blue light, rolling and surging, like the scales of a beast.

In just an instant, the momentum has reached its peak.

Zhao Lin saw that the opponent's punches were fierce, and knew that he could not retreat, and there was no need to retreat.

He purposely didn't make the first moves, just because he was worried that the opponent might have some tough punches or claws. If he simply competed in strength, it would be exactly what he wanted!

With a sudden step forward with his right foot, the distance between the two sides was quickly shortened. Shi Xiaoquan wrapped his fist with strength and punched out with one punch.

The power of the bear!

Shi Jiangyong sneered at the corner of his mouth, with a trace of disdain. His own Qilin Jin specialized in a pair of arms, and his strength was unparalleled. Few of the disciples in the third level of Qi would dare to fight him directly.

The young man dared to confront the tough as soon as he came up. He had a lot of courage, but he was so overwhelmed that he could shake the tree.

"It seems that one trick is over."

The five elders also shook their heads secretly, they didn't expect Zhao Lin to be so reckless.

To fight against a high level at a low level, it is most important to make use of strengths and avoid weaknesses, and win by surprise, but Zhao Lin confronts the opponent head-on as soon as he comes up, which is simply the way to lose quickly.

boom!
When the two fists collided, Zhao Lin just shook his body slightly, and immediately stabilized his figure.

Shi Jiangyong lifted off on the spot, as if he was holding a rope behind his neck, and flew backwards.

The disciples on the sidelines and the five elders present stared at Shi Jiangyong in mid-air, dumbfounded.

Elder Shui Jing didn't hold any hope at all, but when he saw this, he suddenly became energetic, and whispered to himself: "Catch up, don't let him fall to the ground!"

Shi Jiangyong only felt a strong force, and somehow his feet left the ground, and he was in the air, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

"Why is he so strong?"

Seeing that he was about to fly out of the arena, the instinct of martial arts drove him to sink down, pouring his legs, and plummeting straight down from the air.

Naturally, Zhao Lin would not let go of this good opportunity. He slid forward to the point where he had judged in advance, and punched again.

As soon as Shi Jiangyong's foot touched the ground, Zhao Lin's fist rushed towards him, and there was no way to avoid it, so he could only bite the bullet and receive a punch.

There was another bang, this time Shi Jiangyong didn't fly up, but backed all the way, couldn't stop, drew a white mark on the blue brick floor, and rushed directly to the outside of the field.

Li Ying's figure flashed, and he quickly supported Shi Jiangyong to prevent him from falling down and making a fool of himself.

"Concession." Zhao Lin cupped his fists and said politely.

Shi Jiangyong's face was blue for a while, then pale for a while, and he was defeated before he could perform. He was very unwilling in his heart, but he was defeated by the strength he was most proud of, and he had to submit.

"What punch did you use just now?" Shi Jiangyong asked hoarsely.

"Shi Xiao Fist." Zhao Lin replied.

The corner of Shi Jiangyong's mouth twitched, his face full of shame, that he was actually defeated by such a big boxer's punch.

But if you lose, you lose. You can't compete again, you can only swallow the bitter fruit helplessly.

"Zhao Linsheng." Hu Xuancheng was stunned for a while before remembering to announce the result of the battle.

The disciples watching the battle looked at each other speechlessly. Although they didn't play, they still had good eyesight. They couldn't stop Shi Jiangyong's punch, let alone knock him out.

"Junior Brother Zhao is born with supernatural power, I admire it." Li Ying said as he stepped onto the stage slowly.

"It's just brute force, I also ask Brother Li for advice." Zhao Lin responded modestly.

"Junior Brother Zhao, please."

With the lessons learned by Shi Jiangyong, Li Ying did not rush to attack as soon as he came up, but signaled Zhao Lin to make a move.

Zhao Lin was also polite, he took a false step with his left foot, and stretched out his palm to slap the opponent's front door.

Li Ying's figure flashed, and he kicked sideways.

Zhao Lin's palm was originally a false move, so he immediately turned his palm into a fist and struck downward.

Li Ying retracted his legs, his body flickered, and he kicked again.

Zhao Lin stepped back without hesitation, dodged the attack when there was no time, and punched the opponent's foot.

clap clap...

Li Ying stepped on his feet in small steps, his legs flew like flying, and he kicked seven times in succession.

Spirit snake legs are not only leg strength, but also a set of lost steps, which are as fast as lightning and unpredictable.

Zhao Lin's expression was dignified, and he didn't dare to be distracted. This opponent in front of him was much more difficult than Shi Jiangyong just now, especially his comprehension of Liuhequan was obviously better than his own.

The thing is exactly like this, Li Ying has practiced Liuhe boxing for eight years, Zhao Lin has only practiced it for one year, the boxing attainments of the two are naturally not at the same level.

However, Li Ying was secretly startled. He was known for his agility, but Zhao Lin was faster than him. If he didn't rely on his boxing and footwork, he might have followed in Shi Jiangyong's footsteps.

With staggered figures and dancing fists and feet, the two fought faster and faster, and they exchanged forty or fifty moves in a blink of an eye.

The five elders stared at Zhao Lin's figure closely, and they couldn't leave for a moment. They all had a question in their hearts: Zhao Lin didn't improve his legs or footwork, so how could he be faster than Li Ying?
It's nothing more than natural power, but is speed also natural?

The disciples didn't think about it so much, they just felt that the speed of the two of them was dizzying, if they went up, no matter which one they faced, they might not be able to hold on for twenty rounds.

Zhao Lin couldn't attack for a long time, and thought of a way to win.

As long as you use the 36 acupoints modified by the sharp-tailed white-throated swift to inject energy, let yourself suddenly change direction while walking, and launch an attack, you will definitely catch Li Ying by surprise.

But... in front of the five elders, doing this is asking for trouble. How can I explain the sudden spurt of energy from my acupoint afterwards?

At this time, Li Ying suddenly struck out a palm, which contained strong energy and slashed towards Zhao Lin's neck.

In addition to the spirit snake legs, Li Ying also cultivated willow leaf palm strength, the edge of the palm is as strong as a knife, sharp and fierce.

Although Zhao Lin was superior in strength, he didn't dare to fight recklessly, and immediately retreated, the scene of fighting with the Diamond Mountain Leopard that day appeared in his mind.

Stretching out the arm of the ape, it quickly grabbed Li Ying's shoulder. At the same time, he took a step diagonally and made a fist with five fingers, aiming at Li Ying's heart, without saying a word.

This trick was learned from the Diamond Mountain Leopard, but the claws were changed to fists.

Li Ying saw Zhao Lin suddenly make a strange move, his body froze for a moment, and he turned around to avoid it.

Zhao Lin seized the opportunity, took a step forward, turned his shoulders sideways, and hit Li Ying with a "horizontal lean".

Li Ying was taken aback, there was no room to dodge left and right, so he could only protect his chest with his left hand, and slashed down hard with his right palm.

Zhao Lin had already used the tortoise armor strength, and the hard strength armor covered his upper body, and he hit the opponent hard, but his shoulder also hit Li Ying's chest.

boom!
The wind of Li Ying's palm broke through the strength of the tortoise shell and struck Zhao Lin's shoulder. Then his chest hurt, his eyes turned black, he was choked up, and he staggered back in a daze.

Zhao Lin felt his entire shoulder lose consciousness, he hissed and chased after him, and with his uninjured arm he pushed out a palm, knocking Li Ying out of the field.

Shi Jiangyong hurried over to catch Li Ying.

Li Ying opened his eyes with difficulty and looked towards the center of the field.

"Senior Brother Li, I have accepted it." Zhao Lin pressed his shoulder and said.

(End of this chapter)