Evergreen Immortal..

Chapter 52 Bullying the old man?

A quarter of an hour later.

Liang He defeated his opponent.

But the means were not really glorious.

Everyone looked at the sturdy man who was knocked off the stage by Liang He's punch and was wailing with his hands covering his crotch. They felt a chill in their crotch and the corners of their mouths twitched wildly.

The god of war in the lower three lanes?
The Tiandi Alliance has never claimed to be a reputable and upright sect, but such obscene tactics are still rare.

"Something interesting."

Han Qin on the stage sat up straight, looking interested.

Zhu Yue looked at Han Qin with a strange look in his eyes: "Brother Han, which disciple do you think is good?"

Han Qin nodded:

"In a martial arts competition, winning is the key. Especially when fighting with others, you should look for their weaknesses and not lose your life for the sake of face."

Zhu Yue's eyelids were trembling violently.

He didn't expect that Han Qin, who seemed gentle and refined, would say such a thing.

Silently moved his butt to the other side.

I secretly swore in my heart that I must not offend this Senior Brother Han.

He didn't want to suffer this kind of pain in his crotch.

Li Rui looked at the only two disciples in his hall with satisfaction.

"good."

In this competition, although Zhou Shulin and Liang He were not as dazzling as Liu Tong, they both won, which is already quite good.

"Your rankings have all risen. If you want to go to other halls, just tell me."

Li Rui is very open-minded about this kind of thing.

Since you are talented and still young, there is really no need to waste your time in Tianyi Hall.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhou Shulin and Liang He just shook their heads.

"No, we will follow the hall master."

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Li Rui was silent, then smiled and shook his head: "It's up to you."

The exam lasted for two full days.

The competition between ordinary disciples has come to an end, and next comes the competition between hall masters and deacons.

Different from last year.

The news of the breakthrough of the leader of the Tiandi League, Ning, has already spread, and many famous martial artists in Qinghe have come to join him.

But there are only so many positions for hall masters and deacons.

It is inevitable that there will be a situation where there are more people than porridge.

According to past practice, as long as one is a qualified warrior, he can at least get a deputy deacon position in a branch.

But now there are more than forty qualified martial artists in the Qinghe branch, which means that some people can only get treatment and cannot get any official position even if they are qualified.

Compared to the liveliness of ordinary disciples.

The arena was much quieter at this time.

No one came on stage yet.

The competition between entry-level warriors is inherently more cautious. Whoever goes on stage first runs the risk of exposing his or her cards in advance.

Finally, a bearded man broke the deadlock and strode onto the stage.

The bearded man glanced at the hall master and deacons below the stage, and immediately fell in love with Li Rui standing in the crowd.

He raised the sledgehammer and pointed it at Li Rui.

"You, old man, stop looking, I'm talking about you."

Standing at the back of the crowd, the inconspicuous Li Rui didn't expect that he would be on stage so soon.

Wu Tu, who was standing by, reminded in a low voice: "This red-bearded man is called Sha Jinliang. He used to be the owner of a small martial arts gym in the west of the city. He came here after hearing that the leader had made a breakthrough. He is good at using double hammers and has some strength."

Li Rui nodded.

"Thank you."

Then, he walked onto the stage calmly.

Looking at the two people standing on the ring with a huge difference in size, many people were secretly annoyed.

"I should have rushed up there first."

There is no doubt that Li Rui is an obvious soft persimmon, both in terms of body shape and age.

The head of Tianyitang is still the head of the hall, which is more prestigious than being a big-name disciple.

What's more, as the Tiandi Alliance grows stronger, the status of Tianyitang will also rise, and the competition will only become more intense.

The bearded man chuckled.

He felt like he had gotten a bargain. The old man in front of him looked to be at least fifty or sixty, but his actual age would only be older. If he didn't make progress in martial arts training, he would regress. At his age, his qi and blood would have already declined, so he would be the easiest to bully.

"My name is Sha Jinliang. Old man, if you know what's good for you, get down on your own or I'll make you go to the grave early!"

Sha Jinliang glared at Li Rui fiercely.

He had no psychological burden at all about beating up the old man.

Li Rui smiled slightly: "Little brother Sha, right? It's a good opportunity for me, an old man, to relax."

Sha Jinliang weighed the huge hammer in his hand.

Open your mouth wide.

"The old man hanged himself, seeking death."

Before he finished speaking, he strode towards Li Rui, swinging his sledgehammers in both hands and hitting Li Rui in the face.

Although Sha Jinliang is a burly eight-foot tall man, he runs very fast.

In an instant, he arrived in front of Li Rui.

Li Rui seemed to be slow to react.

It was not until Sha Jinliang's hammer was about to fall that he turned over and barely dodged it, then drew his knife and started fighting with Sha Jinliang.

He held the handle of the knife with one hand and supported the back of the knife with the other.

He changed his long sword into a short one and fought closely against Sha Jinliang.

Sha Jinliang felt more and more frustrated as the fight went on.

He was using a pair of hammers, which could only exert their greatest power when they were swung vigorously. But now the old man kept struggling in his arms, and he couldn't even straighten his arms.

"You old thief, if you have the guts, move away and we'll fight again!"

Sha Jinliang was so angry that the veins on his temples bulged, but the old man in front of him was as slippery as a loach and he had no idea where to start.

Li Rui responded: "If you have the guts, come closer."

"Ah, ah, you old thief!"

Sha Jinliang couldn't help but let out a long howl.

But Li Rui didn't leave him any chance at all. His sword skills were so strict and neat that it was almost impossible to find any flaws.

The two fought for a full quarter of an hour.

Finally, Li Rui found an opportunity and hit Sha Jinliang on the back with the back of his knife.

Sha Jinliang lost his balance and fell off the stage.

Looking at Sha Jinliang crawling up from the flying dust, everyone in the audience had a look of gloating.

"I told you not to bully the old man!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

Just now, Li Rui was able to easily defeat Sha Jinliang thanks to his rich combat experience.

It sounds simple, but it takes a long time to develop that kind of eyesight.

It is true that young and strong people are better at fighting, but don’t forget the next sentence.

The stick is afraid of the old man.

It means that when you are old and use weapons, you can easily suppress those who only know how to fight and be aggressive with your rich experience.

Li Rui walked off the stage calmly.

He turned a deaf ear to Sha Jinliang's request for another fight.

There is a rule in the Tiandi League exam, that is, anyone who has been challenged once can refuse to go on the stage.

Otherwise, no one can withstand the continuous battle.

Tang Sheng on the stage looked at Li Rui curiously: "This old man should be sixty years old, right?"

Dao Xiong replied: "I just turned seventy this year."

"hiss!"

Even Tang Sheng couldn't help but marvel: "He is still strong despite his age."

Most warriors in their seventies have retired from martial arts, and people like Li Rui are rare.

Zhu Yue was also surprised.

The current Old Li is completely different from the old groom in his memory.

"I probably am no match for him either."

When Zhu Yue thought of this, his expression became even uglier.

He, a disciple of Huaqing Sect, was actually defeated by an old horseman. His daily training was so useless that he wasted his time.

Jiang Yan's eyes were wandering.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)