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Nanjing Zijin Manor.
This is a five-star manor near Nanjing Martial Arts Academy. People from Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy who came to attend the opening ceremony of Nanjing Martial Arts Academy were arranged to live in one of the independent villas covering an area of nearly 1,000 square meters.
Independent villa martial arts room.
The martial arts performance room was as bright as snow and brightly lit. More than 40 teachers and students from the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy and senior officials from the Martial Arts Academy who came this time gathered here.
"Pu Fang and Yu Jiu will fight tomorrow, you two are confident."
Gu Chenggang glanced at the two young men who stood out among the student team. As the vice president of the martial arts academy, he was the leader of this trip. There were less than three months left for the National Martial Arts Academy Martial Arts Conference. He took this opportunity to watch the ceremony. Nanjing Wuyuan, an old rival, suppressed them and sharpened their spirit. As for the test, Gu Chenggang, who was over seventy years old, had a look of contempt in his eyes. This time, Zhejiang Wuyuan did not need to test.
"no problem."
Pu Fang opened his mouth, looking pretty and handsome. At this moment, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, silently reciting scriptures. Apart from a dark red uniform, he was actually a young monk. However, there was no ordination scar on his head and he had not yet been ordained. He was not considered a true Buddhist. middle man.
"I don't have a problem either."
Yu Jiu chuckled lightly. He looked very handsome, with long hair, as black as ink, and quite ancient style. He was not a direct descendant of the Yu family, but he was also a leader in the branch. If not for some The guest lecturer asked pointedly how could a disciple of an ancient heritage like them choose to enter the martial arts academy. They all had the privilege of directly entering military and political positions.
"Maybe there's no need for Brother Yu to take action."
There was a slightly dry voice, but the enunciation was very accurate. Yu Jiu frowned and looked at a blue-eyed young man with blond hair and a platinum uniform. This was this year's exchange student between the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy and the Vatican Martial Arts Academy. The legendary Holy See Martial Academy, the Pope, one of the thirteen Martial Saints, came out of the Holy See Martial Academy, so the Holy See Martial Academy is also known as the world's number one Martial Arts Academy.
Tipo is a third-year student at the Vatican Martial Academy. He is the son of a Vatican Grand Knight. The Vatican Grand Knight is a level higher than ordinary knights. Even ordinary Vatican Knights have to go through layers of screening and need to be screened. There is enough study of biblical doctrines, devout faith, and most importantly, at least breaking the fourth limit of the human body and becoming a martial arts master.
Three thousand Crusader Knights, this is the foundation of the largest Holy See in Europe, and a Grand Knight must be a Grandmaster who has broken the limits of the human body at least five times to be qualified.
At least one is the son of a five-pole master. Unlike the country, the Holy See knights are not allowed to get married before joining the Crusade. Therefore, their children are born when they are strong enough, and they can not only inherit part of their strong physiques , and can even be baptized by the holy water of the Holy See. His innate qualifications far exceed those of ordinary people, and he can easily break the limits and become an extreme warrior.
Even Yu Jiu has never tested the depth of this problem. Pu Fang was already amazing enough in the third grade, but Yu Jiu knew that Pu Fang seemed to be pure and celibate, and was a disciple of the Su family in Mount Putuo. In fact, because of his training, The fighting spirit of Vajra Arhat Fist was extremely strong. Di Po had already challenged him when he first arrived at the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy. No one was present in that battle, but Yu Jiu knew that for several days after that, Pu Fang was in a state of despair. It took a long time to Slowed down.
…
March 9th, the second day of the opening ceremony.
Nanjing Martial Arts Academy Martial Arts Hall.
Nie Niannian looked at the empty stands around him. It was obvious that the senior officials of the martial arts school did not have much hope for this challenge called competition, so they did not allow any students except those who were preparing to participate in the battle to avoid damaging their reputation and losing face. People from outside came to watch the battle.
There were nearly two hundred ordinary tutors and nearly forty professors. To the surprise of many tutors and professors, eight guest lecturers actually arrived.
"The dean is here!"
Some people exclaimed that they saw Luo Qian, the president of the Nanjing Wushu Academy and the honorary chairman of the Jiangsu Provincial Wushu Association, walking into the martial arts hall. He looked a little white-haired, but his body was smooth and he did not look very old. The majesty overflowed, causing many third- and fourth-grade students to hold their breath unconsciously. The dean of the martial arts academy is usually the top master of a martial arts academy. Dean Luo Qian, the top master of their Nanjing martial arts academy, stood on the The pinnacle of the Seven Ultimate Master, it is possible to break the eighth limit of the human body at any time and reach a higher level.
For the dean of the martial arts academy, even the eight guest lecturers nodded and said hello to show their respect.
"coming!"
Not long after, Hu Lianshan, the director of the Academic Affairs Office who was following Luo Qian, stared at Gu Chenggang, the vice president of the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy, who walked in at the front of the martial arts hall, followed by three guest lecturers from the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy, and more than Forty students from grades one to four came to watch the ceremony.
For a moment, the air was quiet, except for the sound of footsteps approaching from far away until they were ten meters away.
"Dean Luo, I hope you will show mercy today."
Gu Chenggang clasped his fists and smiled, looking gentle, as if it was not the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy that was crushed yesterday but them.
"Dean Gu is too polite."
No matter how well-mannered he was, it was difficult for Luo Qian to smile at this moment. He just said calmly: "The martial arts academy has just started, and everything is busy. Let's start as soon as possible."
"Okay, Dean Luo is really impressive and seems to be very confident. I wonder which one from your college will finish first when the third grade begins."
Gu Chenggang didn't take it seriously, but smiled secretly in his heart. Only strength can bring happiness. This year is destined to be the year when their Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy will soar to the sky. This year, they will hit the eleventh place in the domestic martial arts academy!
"I come!"
A slightly unruly voice sounded, and Nie Niannian raised his eyebrows. The person who spoke was none other than Zhou Cheng, who came from the same city as him, Taizhou.
With long granny-grey hair, Zhou Cheng looks very handsome. If it weren't for his thin lips, he would be even more cold-hearted than Nie Niannian.
There were not many third-year students in the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy, only seven of them. A young man with a mole between his eyebrows and a somewhat playful smile left. The two stood on the 100-meter-square alloy martial arts field in the center of the martial arts hall.
call!
Ten seconds later, the two figures moved, setting off two strong winds. In just two seconds, they crossed tens of meters and collided fiercely in the center of the martial arts arena.
boom!
The two elbows collided, causing a ball of sweat to explode. They each stepped back seven steps and stood still, both looking at each other in surprise.
An ultimate peak!
Because Zhou Cheng got the guidance of a martial arts master during the winter vacation and the supplement of ginseng pills made from old ginseng, he was able to take a step further in the past few days, completely reaching the peak of the first limit, and began to try to touch the barrier of the second limit of the human body. , in the eyes of many third-grade instructors, Zhou Cheng is enough to be ranked among the top three in the third grade. This young man who casually ended up in Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy actually has a cultivation level that is not inferior to that of the lay disciples of Mount Putuo. Taking action, the other five people didn't seem to be weak.
This battle did not last long. In fact, this kind of duel between extreme warriors below the third limit can easily determine the winner. Unlike warriors who have reached the third limit, once they take action, it is a duel of spirit and spirit. The factors involved More.
Tie!
Both of them held each other's key points, but Zhou Cheng's face was not good-looking when he retreated. If it were a life and death duel, the key points he held would not cause death, but he would definitely die, so it seemed like a tie, but strictly speaking In other words, he still lost.
"Don't waste time."
At this moment, Pu Fang, who lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes while reciting scriptures silently, spoke up and walked down the martial arts field. The other four third-year students looked at each other, and they were all dumbfounded. Even one of them had already broken the second limit of the young man. The master could only shake his head at this moment. Buddhism is still so warlike. This one is definitely a rare Arhat killer.
Um?
At this moment, the door of the martial arts hall suddenly opened with a roar. Many people turned their eyes and looked at the entrance. Everyone in the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy was a little suspicious. Who is this young man? Most of the instructors at the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy knew nothing about him, the identity of the visitor, and the shock this person had recently caused in the independent villa area.
Many professor-level figures would not spread the word easily. Those eight would rather wait until dark at the bottom of the South Lake than show up. If they spread the word, they would not be able to bear the anger.
"This is..." Gu Chenggang looked at Luo Qian.
"This is Mr. Su, my newly promoted guest lecturer at Nanjing Martial Arts Academy."
A smile appeared in Luo Qian's eyes. He raised his feet and stepped forward to greet Su Qinian, taking the initiative to lead the way for the arriving Su Qinian.
this……
Many instructors in the martial arts school showed disbelief. He was actually a new guest lecturer, and he was so young. Some people thought of the rumors in the past few months and thought that a new young professor had joined the independent villa area. Unexpectedly, it turned out that He was a guest lecturer, a forty-seven-year-old guest lecturer, unprecedented in the entire history of Nanjing Wushu Academy.
And the dean actually greeted him personally, which was a bit...too polite.
Many professors looked at them strangely, but the eight guest lecturers looked at their noses and their minds, pretending that nothing happened the day before yesterday, because it was so embarrassing, and they would end up in trouble if they failed to pretend.
Gu Chenggang had a strange expression in his eyes, and soon showed a sense of contempt. This Nanjing Martial Arts Academy has gone back more and more. These years, he has been pursuing stability too much, and even such a young person can become a guest lecturer, even if he has a good appearance. It is unlikely that a person will be over fifty years old in martial arts. How deep his knowledge can be, don't end up misleading his disciples.
Uncle Su!
Nie Niannian's eyes lit up. When he saw Su Qinian arriving, he felt calmer. He would take action later without any worries.
"Su...Hello, Mr. Su."..."Hello, Mr. Su."
Seeing Su Qinian approaching, the eight guest lecturers also knew that they could not avoid it. It was not natural for them to speak one by one. However, in the eyes of Gu Chenggang and other Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy people, it was the eight guest lecturers from Nanjing Martial Arts Academy who had no idea about this young man. The guest lecturer was very cold and said hello reluctantly.
Su Qinian nodded slightly and didn't say much. This undoubtedly made the eight guest lecturers feel relieved. As long as this one didn't care about it, it was hard to imagine that such an unprecedented monster would come to their Nanjing Wushu. Institute, and became a guest lecturer like them.
"Let's get started." Su Qinian said calmly.
Don’t understand etiquette!
Gu Chenggang lost a few points in his heart for this young guest lecturer. With so many senior guest lecturers and your dean still here, it's really baffling that it's your turn to give orders.
However, seeing that Luo Qian and others didn't say anything, Gu Chenggang could only say: "Let's get started."
On the martial arts field, the young man recognized by the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy as the only one who broke the second limit stood still and looked at Pu Fang opposite. His instructor and even the professor responsible for instructing him revealed that among the third-year students in the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy, the most in need The one who is wary is this young monk, a young master from the Buddhist lineage of Mount Putuo. Because of his spiritual practice, he was specially recruited to study in the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy.
Although the martial arts academy used their connections, they could only find out that Pufang's cultivation had been at the level of a martial artist for at least a year.
"What do you think? Is there any chance of winning?"
"I can't tell that the most important thing in Buddhism is mind. This person is calm and calm. When it comes to spiritual practice alone, I'm afraid he is far above Tu Yuan."
"It is difficult to influence the situation of the battle if your mental training is not at the level of a great martial artist. If you are a great martial artist, it is not premature to say anything without a real fight."
Some third-year instructors from Nanjing Martial Arts Academy whispered to each other, feeling a little uneasy. If even Tu Yuan were defeated, it would be no different from yesterday, and they would be equally disgraced.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... ten seconds.
There was no flaw in sight. The opponent was too calm. Tu Yuan's face gradually became heavy. He could no longer delay. He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet violently. It was like a strong wind swept out. In an instant, he was across fifty meters. The martial artist There is no doubt that the level of physical fitness is obvious. As martial artists, no matter how different their cultivation levels are, there is only a limit. As long as the power is not overwhelming, he believes that they are all capable of fighting.
Woo!
He punched out, and the edge of his fist whined, like a sword, making a sharp whistling sound that faintly split the air.
"Wind Blade Fist!"
"The sound of the fist is like a sword. This boxing technique has already entered the hall. It's so enlightening."
One of the instructors praised him. This Feng Dao Fist is an extremely martial art at the level of a great martial artist. It can also be understood by ordinary martial artists. However, it has no inner strength and cannot show 100% of its power. Tu Yuan is not satisfied with the level of a martial artist. Within two months, he had mastered this boxing technique to the point where he was ranked first in the third grade. It can be said that he deserved the title.
"Amitabha."
Until the fist came within three feet of him, Pufang remained unmoved and just lowered his head and whispered the Buddha's name.
Not hiding? Are you stupid?
Some students from the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy sneered, and some raised their eyebrows, feeling something strange, because the students from the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy were not surprised at all, but some showed amusement, or even... sneered.
"Amitabha!"
The next moment, the second Buddha's trumpet sounded, rising suddenly, sounding like a loud bell, and a fist shone with a faint golden light. Pufang's crimson uniform was swaying, with gold and red intertwined, like an Arhat. , exuding a fierce and mighty aura.
This fist came first, without any tricks, and it was straight forward, colliding with Tu Yuan's sword-like fist.
Click!
There was a sound of cracking bones, accompanied by a scream, but Tu Yuan was seen flying backwards at a faster speed than when he came in, falling to sixty meters away, and fell out of the alloy martial arts arena. One arm and wrist was covered in blood, and it was actually beaten alive. After all, the snow-white bone spurs penetrated the flesh. Even with a martial artist's physique and modern medical treatment, he could not expect to be as good as before in less than a month.
What!
Yi Qian's third-year tutor's face was full of shock. Tu Yuan actually lost, and it was a miserable defeat. How strong was the young monk from Putuo Temple? His boxing technique was so fierce and sharp that he was invincible. Even the sharp boxing technique of Feng Dao Fist Everything was ruined, and the third grade could be considered a miserable failure, just like yesterday, or even worse.
"Fistes and kicks have no eyes, Pu Fang, why can't you hold back your attacks!" Gu Chenggang pretended to scold, "I'll face the wall and think about my fault when I get back. I won't be allowed to go to class for a month."
"Dean Gu doesn't need to be like this, Nanjing Martial Arts Academy can afford to lose!" Hu Lianshan snorted coldly.
Luo Qian's face also looked a little ugly, but as the dean, he couldn't say anything more. Could it be that the third grade would have to suffer the same fate as yesterday? In this way, the fourth grade Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy would have descendants of the Yu family. This ancient His descendants will only be stronger than Pufang and his ilk, and the mystery of Yu Bu is not just talk.
Almost involuntarily, his eyes fell on Su Qinian. Although he knew that this person was not a fairy and could not turn stone into gold, he still hoped that this young Baji Grandmaster, who was valued by the old dean, could give some advice. , at least in the next fourth grade showdown, the loss will not be too ugly.
Su Qinian's face was calm, and there was no change in emotion, but then he spoke, which made many people startled.
"No more than one punch."
No more than one punch?
To whom is this said? Not only Gu Chenggang and other people in the Zhejiang Martial Arts Academy, but also many instructors, professors, and even eight guest lecturers in the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy also looked puzzled. Director of Academic Affairs Hu Lianshan's eyes widened, and Dean Luo Qian immediately moved his eyes and locked eyes. A third-year student touched his nose and stepped out of the crowd.
"Nie Niannian!"
Zhou Cheng shouted low, a little stunned, surprised, and mostly disbelieving. Although he defeated him at first, but more because of the weird eight-step collapse fist to help, the gap between ordinary extreme warriors and martial artists, It was by no means as simple as imagined. Even Tu Yuan was defeated miserably. The opponent was probably close to the peak level of a martial artist, and his strength, speed and nerve reaction speed were far above them. What could he compare with!
Lin Qianhai, Nie Niannian's mentor, also changed his expression and said urgently: "Don't go!"
He still doesn’t know what level his students are. Although Nie Niannian is good, there is still a big gap between him and the martial arts disciples from Putuo Mountain. The punch he just punched was the legendary Vajra Arhat Fist of Putuo Mountain. , is a powerful boxing technique that directly refers to the Qiji Grandmaster and requires extremely high levels of understanding.
On the other side, there was a hint of mockery in the corner of Gu Chenggang's mouth. Just by catching the sound, he knew that this young man who came out had never broken the second limit. I really don't know where the young guest lecturer from Nanjing Martial Arts Academy got his confidence. Was it because of his loss? I'm crazy, but I'm still trying to impress people.
No more than one punch? The most ridiculous thing in the world!
Yu Jiu frowned and found it a bit funny. Pu Fang can be regarded as a rising star among the young martial arts masters in the country. He thinks that he can crush anyone. Does he really think that the Vajra Arhat Fist of Mount Putuo is made of clay?
"Don't go!" "Back off!" "Don't be impulsive!"...
Some instructors spoke one after another, but soon they were speechless because they found that the ground under their feet seemed to be shaking slightly, and its source came from...
It's him!
Nie Niannian walked toward the martial arts arena. His steps were not fast. After he put down the palm that fell on his nose, his whole temperament began to undergo an astonishing change.
this……
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