Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 206 The Nebi Club ([-])
Liu Shengnian then took out a piece of paper from his pocket and read out the rules of the competition aloud.

The Naybi Club is not a formal competition, the rules are very simple, there are only three:

[-]. The duration of the competition is one-third and quarter of an hour. If the time is up and there is still no winner, it will be counted as a tie.

[-]. Do not use weapons, hidden weapons, poisons, lime...

[-]. Being hit or going out is considered a defeat.

"Brother Xiang, are the rules of the martial arts competition the same as this?"

After Zhao Lin listened carefully, he turned to ask Xiang Shaofeng beside him.

"Not quite the same."

Xiang Shaofeng shook his head, "The martial arts competition will be in the round-robin competition stage, and the time limit is [-] minutes. When it comes to one-on-one competition, you can fight for as long as you like."

"The judgment of victory and defeat is also different. As long as a person stands on the ring in the martial arts competition, he can continue to fight without admitting defeat. Life and death are at your own risk."

"Actually, no matter who it is, they are looking for the opportunity to kill."

As he spoke, he tore open the neckline, revealing a long scar on his shoulders, and said with a grin, "I traded this for a victory."

"Hey, but that guy didn't get well either, I broke three ribs."

Zhao Lin's eyelids twitched twice, his heart awed.

Although there is no sword, light or sword in this martial arts competition, the intensity is no less than that of gold and iron horses on the battlefield.

There are three wooden boxes of different colors on the table on the north side of the school grounds. Teacher Sanfang has already collected the waist badges of the disciples in advance and put them into the boxes respectively.

Liu Shengnian took out a waist card from Xingyunzong's wooden box, and Liyangzong's instructor also took out one.

"Bi Lan."

"Li Song."

The two disciples whose names were called got up and walked into the school field, and stood still in a competition field.

Several instructors continued to take badges from the wooden box, and then six more disciples came on stage.

The four instructors walked to the four fields respectively, and shouted almost simultaneously: "One, two, three!"

When the eight disciples heard the order, they immediately joined hands.

For a moment, hundreds of eyes instantly focused on the eight people,
Zhao Lin released the ultrasonic wave, while scanning with his eyes, while monitoring with echolocation, he paid attention to the four fights at the same time.

After watching for a while, I gradually realized the differences between the three major sects of martial arts.

The Xingyun Sect is located in the north, and the folk customs are fierce and brave, and its moves are rigid, violent, and fast. The Zhennan Sect is known for its agility and agility, and various changes emerge in endlessly.

Li Yangzong's martial arts are quite similar to those found in the Western Regions, mainly using techniques such as throwing, kicking, and capturing.

The competition proceeded very quickly, and it was rare for the hourglass to run out before the winner was decided.

Whenever the competition is over, the teacher will take out the waist card from the wooden box, and the disciples will enter the field one after another like a revolving lantern.

However, there were more than [-] competitions in the cup of tea, and the most outstanding performance was undoubtedly Xingyunzong.

After the practice of the seven-breath battle, the disciples of the Xingyun Sect made bold and decisive moves without dragging their feet.

Without being familiar with the opponent's style and strength, he almost didn't make any probes, and launched a fierce attack when he came up, catching the disciples of Liyangzong and Zhennanzong by surprise.

After many people left the field, their heads were in a daze, and they didn't show their due strength at all.

Xingyunzong won nearly half of the games, completely overwhelming the other two sects.

The Xingyunzong disciples watching the battle were all overjoyed, while Liyangzong and Zhennanzong sighed and even complained.

"Why are people from the Xingyun Sect like this? As soon as the instructor started to shout, he rushed up, as if he had met someone who killed his father and his enemy."

"That's right, I don't talk about Wude at all."

"We have to be careful when we go on stage later..."

Xuan Hong's eyes flickered, and he looked at Yang Lin, "I never imagined that brother Yang has only taken over the inner court for two years, and the disciples under his sect have undergone such radical changes. It's really admirable!"

Yang Lin looked indifferent, "Junior Brother Chu has won the prize. The competition has just started, and there is nothing to see. I think it is mostly luck."

Zhong Yuntian couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Just now, he was full of confidence and asked for twelve spots, but he didn't expect to be at a disadvantage at the beginning.

Although the one who was fighting at this time was not the strongest disciple, Yang Lin's method of teaching his disciples could be seen from a small perspective, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

In less than an hour, all the twelve disciples from each sect fought for a round.

But this is not over yet, the winning disciple will have another round of competition and gain an additional combat experience.

This time the fight was more intense, but overall, Xingyunzong still had the upper hand.

Chu Hong and Zhong Yuntian looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise on the other's face.

They all understood that the failure of the disciples of this sect was not due to lack of strength, but more because they did not adapt to the opponent's aggressive style of play and their style was too rigid.

Having figured this out, both of them thought about how to make changes in their minds so that the disciples would not fall into a passive position at the beginning.

At the end of the competition, Hu Xuancheng copied three copies of the recorded results and gave them to the three elders.

Yang Lin only took a glance, then looked back, and asked Zhong Yuntian and Chu Hong in a questioning tone: "How do you two compare the top twelve? Start with No.1, or No.12?"

Zhong Yuntian said without hesitation: "The first two times were in reverse order, let's start from No.1 this time!"

The reason why he proposed this was because He Liancheng, the chief disciple of Liyangzong, was extremely powerful, and Zhong Yuntian was confident that he could take the top spot, so that the disciples behind would be encouraged and able to show their strength.

Otherwise, if he loses a few more games, he will almost lose face.

Chu Hong also had the same idea, and agreed: "What brother Zhong said is exactly what I want."

Yang Lin nodded, and sent a voice transmission to the four instructors in the field, telling them the elders' decision.

Liu Shengnian and the others bowed their hands towards the stands, and then called the number one disciples from their sects to the field.

He Liancheng from the Liyang Sect, Xiao Jin from the Xingyun Sect, and Huang Guanglie from the Zhennan Sect, the three chief disciples stepped into the school field one after another.

The two sides in the first competition were He Liancheng and Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin's gold-cutting chop is extremely sharp, like a sharp sword, chopping out streaks of light.

He Liancheng also practiced the metal technique, his strength sticking to the edge of the palm and extending to the elbow and arm joints, and the arc of the knife cutting curved into a crescent.

While waving, the scimitar turned into a golden brilliance, circling and flying in the school field.

The two forces collided, and there was a sound of metal clashing.

All the disciples watching the battle held their breaths and concentrated, unwilling to blink.

Zhao Lin secretly marveled, thinking that although he had made rapid progress, he had only entered the blood realm for a year, and he still had a gap with the two strongest disciples of Da Yue.

"It seems that if you want to get a ranking in the martial arts competition, you must break through to the first blood level!"

He made up his mind in his heart that as soon as Nebihui was over, he would stop practicing Qigong and try his best to attack the realm.

The two of them exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, when He Liancheng suddenly swung his arms continuously, swinging the scimitar in a circle.

The circle and the gold cutter touched each other a few times, only to hear a few "dang, dang, dang", He Liancheng suddenly retreated, stopped striking, and a smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment, then looked down, and saw a scratch more than a foot long on the hem of his right side skirt.

(End of this chapter)