Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 229 Prospect
The mansion where Xingyunzong stayed, in the living room.

The head, Lu Chaohuanping, retreated the servants and maids, and handed a thin book to Yang Lin, the head of the courtyard.

"This is the information collected in the past three years, Brother Yang, please read it."

"intelligence?"

Yang Lin took the book curiously, opened it and saw that it was filled with dense small script.

The content is full of names, ages, backgrounds, cultivation bases, martial arts skills, and general strength reviews of the disciples from various countries participating in this martial arts competition...

"Brother Lu really has the ability to have such a good thing!"

Yang Lin's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"How can I do this?"

Lu Chaohuan shook his head and said with a smile, "We, together with Liyangzong and Zhennanzong, sent people to search for it. The imperial court also made great efforts. It was just compiled into a book two days ago."

"It must have taken a lot of work, didn't it?"

"Of course, but the sects of all countries are on guard. The credibility of some content is doubtful. It can only be used as a rough reference and cannot be trusted."

"Understood, I'll take a look first."

Yang Lin focused his attention, and quickly scanned the text at a glance.

The more he looked back, the more solemn his expression became, and he muttered to himself: "It seems that the strength of all countries is much stronger than it was three years ago."

Lu Chaohuan agreed: "Yes, we are making progress, and others are not falling behind."

Yang Lin didn't speak anymore, and looked down page by page. When he turned to the last page, he saw six characters written on the header: Chief Disciple of the Four Kingdoms.

He frowned and read slowly and carefully.

The first line reads: Boerta, Wushu, Wuchuanzong.

29 years old, triple blood level, earth belongs to kung fu.

Martial arts: Jushenjutsu, Heavy Mountain Fist.

Comments: Strong and tall, with rare strength and resistance in the world.

According to many investigations, Boerta's heavy mountain boxing practice has reached the fifth level, with the blessing of gathering body, strong but not slow.

Weaknesses: Insufficient flexibility in a small area.

"I guessed it would be him!"

Yang Linjian sighed: "Borta entered the top four in the last martial arts competition, but lost to the leader of the year."

"Three years have passed now, the other three in the top four are all over thirty, and he is the only one left. I'm afraid no one can control him!"

Lu Chaohuan didn't speak, and motioned him to look down with his eyes.

"Could it be that there are stronger ones?"

Yang Lin was puzzled and continued to look at the next one.

McQueen, Weitz, Raging Flames.

26 years old, at the second level of blood status, with dual attributes of wind and fire.

Martial Arts: Wind Flame Palm, Red Leg Training.

Comments: Wind and fire are born together, driven by the true energy of wind, Fengyan Palm is better than Raging Flame Knife.McQueen seized the position of Chief Disciple two years ago, and was fully cultivated by the three elders of Raging Flame Sect.

Weaknesses: Too much emphasis on the fire attribute, weak wind attribute, unbalanced cultivation of the two attributes.

Seeing this, Yang Lin was surprised and said: "I remember that Wei Zi's strongest disciple is Su Mu. He is 30 years old this year, and his age is very dominant. He actually lost to a disciple who is four years younger than him."

Lu Chaohuan said: "That's right, and it was two years ago, when McQueen was only 24 years old."

"It's incredible!"

Yang Lin said, looking at the third one.

Li Taiqing, Xiuzhao, Qingzhuzong.

26 years old, blood level [-], wood genus.

Martial arts: Yin wood palm, Guteng strength.

Comments: Yinmu Palm is the unique skill of the Green Bamboo Sect. After being practiced, it is not afraid of gold and fire, and Guteng Jin is extremely tough.

Weaknesses: Rising in the past six months, he was not valued by the sect before, and lacks actual combat experience.

Yang Lin was puzzled, "When did this Li Taiqing appear?"

"Witz's McQueen is young, but at least he participated in the martial arts tournament last year. I have never even heard of this person's name."

Lu Chaohuan smiled and explained: "Because he practiced the Yin Wood Palm. This technique is rather strange, and it is not a step-by-step technique. It doesn't have much power to speak of before it reaches great success."

"But once it is successful, the strength will suddenly increase dozens of times!"

"It is said that Li Taiqing has been unknown all this time, and he only cultivated the Yin Wood Palm in the second half of last year, swept away the two major disciples of Xiuzhao, and became the chief."

"I see!"

Yang Lin said with emotion, "In the past, the strongest disciples of the various countries were basically the old men of the previous class, but this time, most of them are rookies, and they are also young. They are really formidable young people!"

While talking, he read the introduction of the last disciple. Halfway through, his face changed and he took a deep breath.

Basang, Wuche, Vajra Sect.

24 years old, blood level [-], belongs to Thunder.

Martial arts: seal wolf chop, thunder blade fist.

Origin: The son of a herdsman in Fenglang Mountain, he lived a savage life alone in the mountains before practicing martial arts.

He is very talented. By observing wolves and goshawks preying, he figured out a set of boxing techniques and practiced hard to fight with wild beasts.

At the age of 17, Sa Tianci, the elder of the Vajra Sect, discovered that he had a talent for thunder, so he brought him back to the Vajra Sect to train him with all his strength.

Seeing the three words Sa Tianci, Yang Lin's heart sank.

Back then, he reached the semi-finals of the martial arts competition. He had a chance to win the first prize, but he was defeated by Sa Tiancai.

The opponent's tyrannical thunder boxing has made him unforgettable to this day.

"Elder Shuijing said that Sa Tianci has taken in a disciple, that is Basang?"

"Yes, it's him."

Lu Chaohuan nodded and said, "There are very few people in the world who are talented in the attribute of thunder. Sa Tianci has been looking for it for decades, but he did not expect to find it."

Yang Lin glanced at the end of the page, there were only two lines.

Comments: The strength and speed are unmatched in the world, and the thunder attack is invincible at the same level.

Weaknesses: None.

Yang Lin stroked the raised beard on his lips, his expression suddenly changed, "I remembered, the disciple of Wuche sect that Huo Shan sent someone to assassinate was Basang?"

Lu Chaohuan nodded slightly, "Exactly."

Yang Lin spat lightly, "Don't tell me, Huo Shan's old thief is really good at seeing people. If it were me, I would also want to kill this Basang."

"He is only 24 years old. Counting this time, he can participate in a total of three martial arts competitions. How can this be!"

Lu Chaohuan joked: "Brother Yang, stay here, besides, I'm a little bit moved."

Then his expression changed, "Do you think anyone in Da Viet can defeat these four people? Or one of them?"

Yang Lin couldn't help laughing, "Brother Lu, you really stump me."

"No matter how extravagantly written the things on paper, I can't count them without seeing them with my own eyes. How can I judge them?"

Lu Chaohuan said calmly, "Then estimate it on paper."

Yang Lin thought for a while, then slapped his thigh, "I'm talking nonsense, you just listen to it."

Lu Chaohuan sat up straight and put on an attitude of listening attentively, "Okay!"

Yang Lin buried his head in thought, and finally said after a long time: "It's difficult! I dare say that these four people can easily win against the top four of the previous competition."

"The chief disciples of our three great sects, Xiao Jin, Huang Guanglie, and He Liancheng, were the most powerful in the last Nai Bihui."

"He Liancheng has no chance against Basang or Borta. Against McQueen and Li Taiqing, the chance of winning is less than [-]%."

"so little?"

"Is it possible that you think so?"

Lu Chaohuan's eyes were burning, and he said, "Brother Yang, actually I want to ask Zhao Lin."

(End of this chapter)