Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 195 Seven Breath Battle

Yang Lin coughed lightly, looked around the group of disciples, and said, "Before the school exam, I would like to introduce a new student to you. Zhao Lin..."

"exist!"

Zhao Lin stood at the last place in the line. Hearing this, he strode out, turned to face the crowd, clasped his fists and said, "New disciple Zhao Lin, I have met all senior brothers!"

"He is Zhao Lin? I heard it."

"It's so powerful, doesn't it mean that it broke through the blood realm earlier than Miao Tianfeng and Lu Zhenglong?"

"Hey, not necessarily. He made a great contribution half a year ago, and the master gave him the elixir, and let him practice in Yunjian Cave for seven days. With such good conditions, Miao and Lu may be able to break through earlier ..."

The disciples whispered and cast curious glances at Zhao Lin.

The disciples of the inner court are immersed in cultivation every day, and know very little about the outside world.

However, there are also well-informed people who have heard of Zhao Lin's name and know that he is a rare disciple who can enter the inner court at a young age in the sect for so many years.

When Zhao Lin returned to the team, Yang Lin put his hands behind his back and said leisurely: "After the school exam last time, I gave everyone some advice on how to practice. I think everyone has worked hard this month."

"However, how well you practice depends on the actual combat. Today's exam is different from the past. I call it a seven-breath battle!"

Seven breaths battle?

Zhao Lin was puzzled, turned his head and asked Xiang Bao with his eyes.

Xiang Bao grinned, "This is the first time I've heard of it. Our head of the courtyard likes to toss about. I have been in the inner courtyard for three months, and the rules are different every time."

Disciples, you look at me and I look at you, and they also look puzzled.

"What is a seven breath battle?"

Pointing to the ground under his feet, Yang Lin asked himself and answered: "The two sides in the competition stand in this circle, and if they hit the opponent or knock the opponent out of the circle, they win."

"Remember, the competition time is only seven breaths. When the time is up, if there is no winner, it will be considered a draw!"

Everyone looked at his feet and saw a circle with a diameter of about three feet long drawn with white powder on the ground, and they couldn't help being surprised.

"Such a small venue, how can it compare?"

"People with strong strength have the upper hand. People like me who walk smartly don't even have room to move around. Maybe if you step on the outside with your foot, you will lose directly."

"Don't forget, it's only seven breaths long, maybe it's time to fight just after a few moves..."

No wonder the disciples complained, generally speaking, the higher the cultivation level, the larger the venue needed for the competition.

The arena for a warrior in the blood realm must be at least six or seven feet wide and more than ten feet long.

A field with a radius of three feet means that as soon as you come up, you will fight hand-to-hand and fight hand-to-hand.

The duration of seven breaths is even more unheard of.

Yang Lin didn't take it seriously, and waited for the disciples to complain for a while, before pointing at the disciple who yelled the loudest just now: "Bi Lan, do you know what I mean?"

Bi Lan calmed down immediately, and replied respectfully, "I don't know."

Yang Lin sneered, "Let me tell you!"

"Although the old man has not cared about world affairs for decades, he still goes to watch every martial arts competition. The biggest feeling is that the duration of the competition is getting shorter and shorter."

"When our older generation participated in the martial arts competition, it took at least half a quarter of an hour to finish a fight. Now? Most of the fights are over in one-fifth of a quarter, not even seven breaths."

"Xiao Jin, you have participated in two martial arts tournaments and watched the battle once, isn't that right?"

Xiao Jin hurriedly said: "The head of the school is right, the disciples have a deep understanding of this."

Yang Lin's voice turned cold, "What does this mean? It means that everyone is pursuing a faster and fiercer fighting style!"

"As soon as you make a move, you will break the boat and hit the middle. You don't give your opponent a chance to breathe. You can convince people with strength and never waste extra moves."

Speaking of this, he frowned, "Look at our competition again, come up to test first, dawdle, you make a move of the fairy to guide the way, I also use the move of the wild horse to split the mane, the kite turns over to face the drunk lying on the battlefield, and the iron lock Hengjiang faces... Split the mountain with force."

"Hundreds of rounds at every turn, this is not a competition, it's clearly a street juggling show, it's smelly and long!"

The disciples were speechless.

Yang Lin paced back and forth, his sharp eyes flicked over the crowd, "This is the purpose of the Qixi battle, and the reason why it is in this small circle is also the same."

"Don't start thinking about making yourself invincible. The more you think about it, the easier it is to lose!"

"If you lose in one hour, it's the same as losing in three strokes. I won't give you a high opinion just because you persisted for a long time."

"Shengnian, bring the wooden sign and let's start."

"Yes, the head of the school." Instructor Liu Shengnian took a wooden sign and stood on the edge of the field.

The most recent assessment ranking was written on the wooden sign, from top to bottom: Xiao Jin, Miao Tianfeng, Lu Zhenglong...Xiang Bao, Zhong Yewu, Zhao Lin.

"Zhao Lin, you go on stage first." Liu Shengnian greeted.

"Yes." Zhao Lin stepped forward and entered the arena.

The inner courtyard competition adopts the rule of reverse challenge.

The so-called reverse challenge refers to starting from the bottom of the ranking and choosing an opponent to challenge upwards.

For example, if there are ten people, the person who ranks tenth can choose to challenge No.9, or skip the latter and directly challenge No.7 or No.6 with higher rankings.

If the challenge fails, the original ranking will be maintained. If the challenge is successful, the rankings of the two will be reversed.

Whether successful or not, the person who initiates the challenge cannot challenge anyone else.

This rule is to prevent too many competitions, and at the same time let the disciples cherish the opportunities in hand.

"Zhao Lin, who are you challenging?" Liu Shengnian asked.

Zhao Lin glanced at the wooden sign, and his eyes stopped at the No.30 third place, "I challenge Zhou Ding."

He had asked Xiang Bao from the bottom just now that seven of the forty disciples in the inner courtyard had not entered the first level of the blood realm, although they were at the blood realm.

Zhou Ding ranked No. 30 and third, and was the weakest among the disciples in the first level of the blood realm, just to test his skills.

Zhou Ding was a little surprised when he heard Zhao Lin read his name, but he didn't say anything, and went straight to the circle and stood still.

"Challenging old disciples as soon as you come here is courageous, but not wise."

The sixth-ranked disciple, Fei Bin, whispered to himself while shaking his head.

Xiang Shaofeng glanced at him, smiled lightly and said, "I think Zhao Lin can win."

Fei Bin hummed, "Why do you always sing against me?"

"Old rules, take a gamble? I bet Zhao Lin will win."

"What are you gambling?"

"How about betting on a Nine Red Pill?"

The prescription of Jiuhong Dan is the same as Jiuhong Decoction, but the medicinal properties are stronger, and the effect of the medicine can last for a month. It is much more convenient than decoction to take one with you when you go out.

After each assessment, the top ten disciples will get a Nine Red Pill.

"Okay, then I'll bet on Zhou Ding to win."

Without thinking about it, Fei Bin stretched out his hand and gave Xiang Shaofeng a high five.

Zhao Lin and Zhou Ding stood facing each other, clasping fists and saluting each other.

"Zhao Lin."

"Zhou Ding."

(End of this chapter)