Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 232
Basang, Wuche, Vajra Sect.

Invincible at the same level of attack...

"Thunder genus is really powerful! It's a pity that I don't have the true qi of thunder genus, but I don't have the supporting exercises, so I can't practice it."

When Zhao Lin saw the last person introduced in the book, his heart skipped a beat, but he soon felt relieved.

Conceal the scroll and think quietly: "There is no perfect thing in the world. There is no need to envy fish in the abyss, which will only increase troubles."

"The most important thing now is to practice the martial arts that have been learned, and to perform 100% on the spot, that's enough!"

When the two hours came, the disciples handed in their books one after another, took their leave and left the hall.

Back at his residence, Zhao Lin remembered the two pages Liu Feiyang gave him.

At this moment, I was full of energy and didn't feel sleepy, so I lit a lamp in the house and read to the lamp at night.

"The strength seems to be wide but not loose. It will be stretched but not stretched. The strength will be broken and the will will be continuous. The breath will flow from the soles of the feet to the spine, like flowing clouds and flowing water..."

Zhao Lin nodded while watching, surprised in his heart.

Except that Liu Feiyang didn't write out the formula, he taught all the key to the cultivation of wind attribute skills and the knack of adjusting body and footwork, without hiding anything.

The Xingyun sect's style of cultivation has limited inheritance. Although there are seniors who practice it, most of them focus on attacking, and there are almost no related body skills and footwork.

Liu Feiyang has studied a kung fu for more than ten years, and he has almost reached the pinnacle. What is condensed on the two pages is his hard work for many years.
If Zhao Lin had to figure it out by himself, it would take a lot of time and energy.

"Liu Feiyang is a real person, he is worth a friend!"

Zhao Lin felt emotional, and recited the content on the paper twice, and walked out of the room when he was familiar with it.

The moonlight is thick, and the breeze blows into the courtyard with bursts of coolness.

A vigorous figure rises and falls in the courtyard, suddenly like a feather, fluttering, lacking strength, sometimes like a flash of lightning, fast like a ghost, transforming into phantoms.

The so-called true biography of a word, false biography of thousands of books, after reading Liu Feiyang's notes, Zhao Lin couldn't figure it out before, and where he was lagging behind, now he suddenly understands.

After practicing until the second half of the night, I finally mastered the wind attribute kung fu and the overturning rain and cloud kung fu, and truly realized what it means to move the body at will, and to control every muscle and bone in the body.

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Three days passed in a flash, and the time came to the day of the competition.

There is a basin on the top of Xihan Peak, which is neat and round, surrounded by trees, like a stone bowl embedded in the ground.

The Lotus Sect took advantage of the terrain here to build a circular school yard in the basin.

In the school field, there are three horizontal and three vertical, and nine arenas are built, which look like a nine-square grid from above.

Five stands were built on the surrounding slopes.

Usually, the stands on the school field have two or four sides, but here it has five sides, because it was set up for the martial arts competition.

As the host, Xiuzhao naturally sat in the middle of the stand, with Wei Zi and Dayue on the left, and Wu Shu and Wu Che on the right.

As the red sun rose, all the disciples, elders and entourages from the five countries arrived.

The disciples who were going to play sat in the first row, and the rest sat in the high stands.

Many people participated in the martial arts tournament for the first time, their bodies were tense, and their expressions were not natural.

Zhao Lin saw a Weitz disciple unbuttoning his clothes repeatedly, fastening it, undoing it again, fastening it again, and taking out a white handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his head, looking very anxious.

"Being so nervous before playing, I don't know how much strength I can show on the court?"

Zhao Lin shook his head secretly, but he was most concerned about the four strongest disciples.

Almost all the people from the Western Regions had bushy hair and beards and looked mature. Zhao Lin looked around and didn't know which one was the chief disciple McQueen, so he let go of his ears to listen to the voice over there.

"McQueen, Borta from Wushu, Li Taiqing from Xiuzhao, He Liancheng from Dayue, and Basang from Wuche, they are all your strong opponents in the court meeting. Pay more attention later, and when you fight, you will be in your heart." There is a bottom."

Not long after, Zhao Lin "listened" to an old voice.

Glancing at him, he saw a fierce-looking old man moving his lips slightly, and he was transmitting a voice to a disciple sitting in the front row.

"Yes, Elder Gu."

The disciple was red-faced, with a slashed face, turned his head and bowed respectfully and said.

"He's McQueen."

Zhao Lin secretly remembered this person's appearance in his heart.

Then he looked towards Xiuzhao, and soon found Li Taiqing in the crowd.

Li Taiqing also happened to look over and cast a challenging look. Zhao Lin smiled indifferently as a response, and then moved his gaze to the Wushu stand.

Among the disciples of Wushu sat a strong man like a black tower, with a body as wide as an ox and a back as thick as a tiger, making the people around him look like children.

"This guy is about the same size as that bear back then."

Zhao Lin knew without thinking that this person must be Borta, who is famous for his bravery in Wushu.

"Did you see that? That is Basang, who is said to be the strongest disciple in this court meeting."

Xiang Shaofeng touched Zhao Lin's shoulder, pointed to a disciple of the black car and said.

Zhao Lin stared along his fingers and saw a familiar face.

The man had thick eyebrows, eagle eyes, a low bridge of nose, thick lips, and an open skirt, revealing a long scar on his collarbone.

"He is Basang!"

Zhao Lin immediately remembered that two years ago, Elder Shuijing took the disciples of the Wuxiang Academy to Huilongwan for training. He met an old man with white eyebrows, accompanied by a strong man and a young man who described it as simple and simple.

That young man was Basang.

Compared to two years ago, Basang is more mature at this time, with his arms folded and his eyes half-closed, like a beast taking a nap.

"Brother Zhao, are you nervous?" Xiang Shaofeng asked.

Zhao Lin shook his head, "Don't be nervous."

"Sure enough, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!"

Xiang Shaofeng sighed, and said with a smile: "Yes, you are still young, and you have plenty of opportunities."

"This is the second time I have come to the martial arts competition, and it is also the last time. I hope I can pass the first round and win another round in the second round, and I will be satisfied!"

Zhao Lin knew that when countries counted the final results, every victory would be counted, and the more important the game, the greater the weight it would be.

There are a total of 160 disciples from the five countries. In the first round, they are divided into 32 groups with five people in each group.

Two winners will be determined among the five to advance to the next round.

In the second round, the 64 people were further divided into [-] groups, with four people in each group, and the top two were also determined.

Select the strongest 32 disciples in this way, and then conduct a one-on-one contest.

32 into sixteen, sixteen into eight... and so on, and finally determine the leader of this martial arts competition.

Zhao Lin was a sports enthusiast in his previous life. He has watched all kinds of Grand Slam matches, so it is easy to understand this set of rules.

If Xiang Shaofeng wants to advance to the second round, it means that he needs to be ranked in the top 64. Not only must he have excellent strength, he must also have a certain amount of luck. If he is in a group with two strong players, it will be difficult to break out of the group.

The disciples were worried about the upcoming competition, and so were the spectators.

In the frontmost position of the Dai Viet stand, there were four people sitting, besides the three heads, there was also a grizzled court official from the Ministry of Etiquette.

The official's name is Shangguan Xi, and he has participated in the martial arts competition with the three major sects since he was established. Now he is over sixty years old, and he is old acquaintance with the three sect masters.

He looked around for a while, and suddenly said cautiously: "Three sect masters, it may be inappropriate for you to say something, but I really can't resist curiosity. I want to know how strong our group of disciples are?"

"Can you keep the third place? Or is it expected to enter the top two?"

The heads of Liyangzong and Zhennanzong didn't speak, they looked at Lu Chaohuan at the same time, and threw the hot potato to him.

Lu Chaohuan's face darkened, but he couldn't help answering, so he forced a smile.

"Master Shangguan, this kind of thing is hard to predict. In addition to strength, martial arts competition is also related to state, luck, and even the weather."

"However, judging from the performance of last year's Neibi Association, the disciples of the three sects practiced well and should be better than the previous one."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Shangguan Xi repeated it, as if repeating it a few times would make him feel at ease.

He has reached the age of becoming an official, and he very much hopes that Da Yue can achieve good results in this court meeting and revive his prestige, which can be regarded as a fulfillment of his wish.

At si o'clock, that is, at nine o'clock in the morning, the sun rose to mid-air, the sun shone into the school grounds, and the martial arts competition finally kicked off.

(End of this chapter)