Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 230 Gathering

Lu Chaohuan said word by word: "You said Zhao Lin's chances of winning against Basang, Boerta, McQueen, and Li Taiqing?"

Yang Lin didn't even think about it, spread his hands together, and said straightforwardly: "I don't know either."

Lu Chaohuan was amazed: "Brother Yang, as the head of the inner court, how could he not know? Could it be that he was worried that I would leak the news..."

Yang Lin shook his head quickly, and said seriously: "Junior Brother Lu, to tell you the truth, I'm really not sure."

"Last time the Raging Flame Sect sent five blood-level masters to assassinate Zhao Lin and trap him in the outpost. If you ask me, under such circumstances, he should definitely die!"

"But what happened? The five blood-level masters who were in their prime were all killed by him!"

Lu Chaohuan's expression changed, and he said softly, "I also find it incredible."

Yang Lin grabbed the teacup on the table and took a sip, then continued: "Zhao Lin got a bit of limelight last time at the Neibi Club, and he was assassinated by the Raging Flame Sect, so for the past six months, I haven't let him fight anyone again. .”

"First, I don't want to hurt the confidence of other disciples. Second, I want to hide my strength. Even if I don't assassinate, I may be targeted."

As he spoke, he shook the books on his hand, "These are ready-made examples. Although martial arts competitions rely on strength, it is also important to perform on the spot. Knowing your opponent in advance will naturally give you an advantage."

"Brother Yang is more considerate! But..."

Lu Chaohuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a smile on his face, "Zhao Lin has been practicing under your nose, so you should understand something?"

"What skills are you good at, what are your strengths, and what are your weaknesses?"

Yang Lin stroked his shiny bald head, and said helplessly, "You must find out one, two, three, right? That's all, I'll tell you what I know."

"Zhao Lin's skills include Tianshuang Fist, Three Yin Claws, Cleaving the Wind, and Overturning Clouds and Rain."

"Fist, palm, claw, body, leg, all practiced!"

Lu Chaohuan was a little uncertain and said, "With so many exercises, is it a little too much?"

Yang Lin waved his hand and said, "Not much. Not being good at learning is to be greedy. Zhao Lin has mastered it proficiently. Besides, which disciple doesn't have three or five exercises?"

Lu Chaohuan thought about it, and asked, "What do you think is his strength, Brother Yang?"

Yang Lin thought for a while, and said: "On the surface, strength, speed, and wind and ice are two attributes of true energy. I won't say more. I think the strongest is actual combat ability."

"Actual combat capability?"

Lu Chaohuan was very interested, "Tell me in detail."

Yang Lindao: "Although he is only 20 years old, his mind is far more mature than his peers, his shots are extremely stable, and he still has a lot of vigor."

"As I said just now, the five blood masters of Raging Flame Sect were all killed by him. Which disciple can do it?"

Lu Chaohuan thought for a while, and the corners of his mouth turned up, "So, Zhao Lin's strength is higher than Xiao Jin, He Liancheng, Huang Guanglie and others?"

Yang Lin affirmed: "Of course."

Lu Chaohuan leaned back, crossed his hands, and said with a smile, "After what you said, I think Zhao Lin can fight these four people."

"That's what you said, I didn't say it."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

……

Two days later, two groups of Liyangzong and Zhennanzong rushed to Nanluo City.

Accompanying him were officials from the Ministry of Rites of the Dai Viet Dynasty.

The Martial Arts Contest is not only a contest of sect strength, but also a contest of national power, so the imperial court will naturally send people to attend.

When all the personnel of Dayue arrived, they went out of the city under the leadership of Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect, and went to Lianhua Mountain hundreds of miles away.

Lotus Mountain is the territory of the Lotus Sect, and there are seven peaks in total.

The southernmost Yunhan Peak was originally a retreat place for the high-level officials of the Lotus Sect, and it was specially set aside for people from the four kingdoms of Dayue, Weizi, Wuche and Wushu to stay temporarily.

"There are still three days until the day of the Martial Arts Tournament. Everyone, take a good rest. If you need anything about basic necessities, just ask."

Elder Ruan led everyone up to Yunhan Peak, came to a mountain courtyard, and said politely.

"Elder Ruan has a heart."

Lu Chaohuan and the other two heads thanked in unison.

This is not the first time that the Lotus Sect has held a martial arts competition, and there are enough rooms in the other courtyard.

There are about 160 disciples from the inner court of the three sects, as well as the heads, elders and other entourages, who can easily live here.

After discussing with the several heads, they specially arranged the residence with a courtyard for the disciples who participated in the martial arts competition this time, and the rest of the disciples lived in ordinary rooms.

Zhao Lin also got a house with an independent courtyard.

He crossed the courtyard, walked into the house, checked a few rooms quickly, and nodded with satisfaction.

There is a stove and cooking utensils in the kitchen, and the water tank is filled with fresh mountain spring water, which can be used to cook medicine.

Zhao Lin took out the medicinal materials from the package, and first cooked a batch of medicinal materials to assist the cultivation of Han Bing's true qi.

After drinking it, I practiced boxing in the yard for a while, and in the afternoon, I cooked another portion of wind-genus herbs and took it.

It is also good to sharpen your guns in front of the battle, to be unhappy, and to increase your strength a little.

After drinking the medicine, it was still early and it was not time for dinner, so Zhao Lin rested on the recliner in the yard.

After a while, an indigenous servant walked into the courtyard and lit an incense stick beside Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin sat up vigilantly and asked, "What is this?"

The native servant took two steps back in fear, gesticulating.

For the sake of confidentiality and safety, the servants arranged by the Lotus Sect in the other courtyard are all uncivilized natives in the mountains, who cannot speak or understand the Central Plains dialect.

Zhao Lin stared at the aborigines for a long time, and probably understood what he meant. The incense that was lit was to drive away mosquitoes.

The climate in Xiuzhao was hot and humid, although it was only March, there were already many mosquitoes in the mountains.

Zhao Lin smelled it, the fragrance was clear and slightly sour, there was no dizziness and nausea, and there was nothing strange in his body, so he felt relieved.

"Thank you, you go out."

The native servant seemed to understand, and slowly retreated outside the yard.

Zhao Lin lay on the chair again, feeling sleepy, and closed his eyes in a daze.

As if sleeping but not sleeping, his arms were hanging down, unintentionally resting on the inside of the back of the chair, and his fingertips touched some dents that outlined and folded horizontally.

"Hey, who carved the characters?"

Zhao Lin opened his eyes, sat up curiously, turned the chair over to check, and saw two lines written on the back of the chair:
Lu Yuanxiu of Xingyunzong came here for 12 years.

This court will win the championship!
"Such a coincidence!"

Zhao Lin smiled. Yanhe was the reign name of Dai Viet more than 100 years ago. From this, it can be deduced that the person who left these two lines is a senior of Xingyunzong who happened to live here.

"This court meeting will definitely win the first prize... I wonder if this senior can do it later?"

As soon as Youshi arrived, Zhao Lin came to the dining hall for dinner.

Because they came earlier, there were not many people in the dining hall, only a dozen or so disciples were sitting here and there.

Zhao Lin scanned around and saw Xiang Bao sitting alone in the corner, slowly eating the food presented by the natives.

"The Xiang family is a martial arts family, and they know a lot about the history of the sect. Maybe he has heard of Lu Yuanxiu."

Thinking in this way, Zhao Lin walked to Xiang Bao's table and asked, "Brother Xiang, have you heard of Lu Yuanxiu?"

(End of this chapter)