Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 197 The Four Great Disciples
"Senior Brother Zhao, you and I have been together in the Elephant Dance Academy for a year, but we have never had the chance to fight each other. How about doing two tricks with you today?"

Zhong Yewu had a slight apology on his face, "If you lack physical strength, I will challenge someone else, and we will compete another day."

Zhao Lin walked back to the arena and said indifferently, "It's okay, I'm not tired."

Zhong Yewu said "OK" and looked at Liu Shengnian.

Seeing that the two were ready, Liu Shengnian sang: "One, two, three!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Wu stepped forward, shoulders lowered, and punched in one go, directly attacking Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin frowned, knowing that Zhong Yewu wanted to test his strength, so he stood still and punched him.

Martial arts practice has realms, but innate conditions are also very important.

It is possible that two warriors with the same cultivation level have more than twice the difference in strength.

Zhong Yewu is tall and strong, and he is born with great strength. In addition, Jin Zhongjin is also a method of increasing strength. From the beginning of martial arts, no one among his peers can surpass him in strength. Higher.

When the two fists collided, Zhao Lin's body stopped, and he felt the opponent's fist was hard and heavy, as if hitting a piece of pig iron.

Zhong Yewu's reaction was even bigger, his upper body swayed twice, and his feet slid a bit.

However, he has a strong temperament and is absolutely unwilling to give up the opportunity. He raised his left foot and swept out a whip kick.

Zhao Lin retracted his right forearm to protect his side, and at the same time stepped forward, stretching out his ape arm, grabbing the opponent's throat.

Zhong Yewu's strength is on par with Xiang Bao's. A year ago, Zhao Lin would have struggled to deal with it. Now that the two are in the same realm, their strength is no longer at the same level.

Within ten strokes, Zhao Linhuang lifted Zhong Yewu's center of gravity and slapped Zhong Yewu on the shoulder.

"Assignment."

Zhong Yewu glanced at the hourglass, half of the sand was left, and said seriously: "Zhong is convinced."

"Zhao Linsheng." Liu Shengnian announced.

Fei Bin in the audience sighed softly, and said with emotion: "It's really terrible. I'm afraid that within three years, this kid will be able to enter the top ten and threaten my position."

Xiang Shaofeng was silent for a while, "Three years, I hope."

The next player to play was Xiang Bao, who challenged the No. 30 sixth disciple. Finally, Zhao Lin could rest and watch the battle from the sidelines.

With the first three competitions as an example, the next disciples will let go of their hands and feet, attack with all their strength, and strive to determine the winner within the time limit.

After all, they are all young people in their twenties. They are full of vigor and drive. They can't bear to lose face and blindly defend passively, wasting time.

Yang Lin nodded slightly, with a smile on his face.

The disciples played in turn, and no one challenged Zhao Lin until the No. 30 fourth disciple.

The disciples had good eyesight. Having seen Zhao Lin's skill, he felt that his No. 30 ranking was considered low. To challenge him, it would be better to find a higher-ranked disciple and have a better chance of winning.

Each fight is limited to seven breaths, and the rhythm is very fast. After you sing, I will appear on the stage, and the strength of the disciple will become stronger and stronger.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the disciples who played entered the top [-] ranks.

"I challenge Chen Hao."

The disciple who played at this time was named Liang Kun, ranked seventeenth in the inner court, and his cultivation was at the second level of the blood realm.

And the Chen Hao he challenged was ranked fifteenth, and his cultivation was at the first level of the blood realm.

This kind of situation is very common in the blood realm, because no matter what kind of genius, even if they are in the strength realm and the energy realm, they have to slow down and stay there for 20 years, or a lifetime.

And the skills of the blood realm do not completely depend on whether the qi and blood are thick or not.

There are warriors in the first blood level, who have cultivated a certain kind of kung fu to the extreme, and their energy is extremely pure, and they can still leapfrog and defeat opponents in the third level of the blood level.

Therefore, for blood-level warriors, cultivation and strength are not completely equal, and there is an intersection in the middle.

From the two people fighting on the field, it can be seen that although Liang Kun, who is at the second level of blood, has more energy and blood, Chen Hao's folding wave palm is powerful, and there is a faint sound of tides between his swings, which is amazing.

In the end, Chen Hao, who was at the first blood level, won easily.

Zhao Lin watched and pondered carefully, and when he saw the No.10 and No.9 disciples fighting, his expression gradually became dignified.

Before entering the inner court, he had fought against two blood-level warriors. Although he had the upper hand by luck, they did not defeat each other head-on.

Xiang Shaofeng was worried about hurting him at the time, so he only used [-] to [-] percent of his strength, but was knocked out by Zhao Lin's full-strength icy fist.

The masked man he met while sweeping the mountain didn't pay attention to Zhao Lin at all, he was careless for a while, and was brutally killed.

Zhao Lin thought silently, if he played against No.10 on the field, the outcome would be uncertain if he didn't use the ice zhenqi.

"I heard that the strength of the top four is a bit higher than the others. I guess even if I play all my cards, I will not be their opponent."

Just as he expected, Yao Chong, who was ranked fourth, suddenly rose to a new level when he entered the stage.

Yao Chongxiu's earth-style Bengshan Fist, the strength is about a palm long, the earth-gray palm strength covers the fist, dense and compact, looking from a distance, it looks like he is holding two heavy hammers in his hands.

Xiang Shaofeng was fighting Yao Chong.

Xiang Shaofeng's red flame energy was as strong as a fire, and the heat waves in his palms were surging, but he couldn't shake Yao Chong at all. Instead, he was punched out of the circle at the fourth breath.

Zhao Lin was speechless inwardly. He had experienced Xiang Shaofeng's Chi Yan Jin before, and knew its power was tyrannical, but he didn't expect to be defeated so quickly.

Yao Chongqiang has reached this point, but he is ranked fourth. From this, one can imagine the strength of the top three people.

From the discussions of the disciples around him, it is known that the top four disciples each have the strongest exercises.

Apart from Yao Chong's Collapsing Mountain Fist, Lu Zhenglong and Miao Tianfeng both came from the Aoki Department of the Dance Elephant Academy, one practiced Feiye Shou and the other practiced Shaking Shadow Palm.

The chief disciple, Xiao Jin, practiced a metal skill called Cutting Gold.

After Yao Chong won, he challenged Lu Zhenglong, who was ranked third.

The name of Lu Zhenglong's Feiye hand is elegant, but in fact it is extremely fast, with domineering fingers.

Pointing his fingertips on Yao Chong's Collapsing Mountain Fist, the force was able to break through the barrier and penetrate into it.

After seven breaths, although Yao Chong was undefeated, judging from his face, it was obvious that he had suffered a dark loss.

Yao Chong went off, Miao Tianfeng took over, and the two famous geniuses in the inner court fought together.

Miao Tianfeng's Shaking Fist looks ordinary, but it is soft and tough, hidden deep in the air, with one punch, dozens of fist shadows are transformed.

The strength of the two is close, evenly matched, and there is no winner when the hourglass runs out.

However, neither of them intended to give up, and they were still fighting fiercely.

The disciples didn't seem to be surprised, their expressions were calm, and even Yang Lin let the two of them fight until after a cup of tea, and then shouted: "Okay, you two will compete next time."

Lu Zhenglong and Miao Tianfeng stopped at the same time, the former returned to the team of disciples, leaving Miao Tianfeng on the field.

Finally, Xiao Jin walked into the arena.

The two sides did not talk to each other when they met, and started to fight after fisting.

(End of this chapter)