It was getting late and it was not safe to go down the mountain, so Zhao Lin spent the night on Yingzui Cliff.
The next day, I took the impala carcass down from the top of the cliff and rode all the way, enjoying the pleasure of speed.
Zhao Lin felt that his running speed had more than doubled. If compared with animals, he should be running almost as fast as a horse.
I carried the impala back home, put down my things, ate something simple, and immediately rushed to Liuhe Gate.
He pays money to practice martial arts, and if he misses a day of training, he will waste a day of tuition. Since he has absorbed the second soul, he can no longer waste time.
When passing the county gate, Zhao Lin stopped and took a second look at the notice, which posted a reward for the Mountain Leopard and its backbone.
As the leader of the bandit, Zhuanshan Bao will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, regardless of life or death.
The second shopkeeper, the third shopkeeper and the four beams and eight pillars each have rewards ranging from a few hundred taels to dozens of taels.
Zhao Lin didn't expect that the bandit leader he killed was worth so much money. If he used it to collect the reward, he wouldn't have to worry about tuition fees in the next two or three years.
Unfortunately, unless complete anonymity can be guaranteed for this kind of reward, receiving it is a recipe for death.
Although he had no intention of doing so, Zhao Lin still wrote down the portraits of the bandits.
There were no photos in this era, and most of the portraits were just similar in appearance. The painter had never seen the bandits with his own eyes, and many of the portraits were based on hearsay.
"You're here at the right time. There will be a boxing match tomorrow. Let's practice our skills."
When Zhao Lin came to Liuhemen, Sun Xiaofan pulled him and said.
Yuan Cheng also came over and said, "You have been a beginner for three months, and you will have a boxing competition tomorrow, so get ready."
The so-called boxing competition is a test of boxing skills between apprentices.
The apprentices who learn boxing at Liuhemen compete against each other every once in a while and are ranked according to their strength.
Each of Zhu Huaishan's six disciples brought two or three apprentices, so the boxing competition between the apprentices was also an assessment of the six disciples.
Yuan Cheng brought three apprentices, He Jin, Sun Xiaofan and Zhao Lin, and naturally hoped that they could be ranked higher.
Zhao Lin was interested in trying to improve his martial arts by absorbing the soul of the black horned antelope, so he readily agreed.
"Take action!"
The two stood opposite each other. Because Zhao Lin started late, Sun Xiaofan asked him to make the first move.
Zhao Lin moved his body, punched twice and kicked a few times. He had to adapt to the changes in his body.
"watch out!"
As he spoke, Zhao Lin moved and punched Sun Xiaofan on the left shoulder.
Sun Xiaofan raised his hand to block, deflected Zhao Lin's fist, and slashed downwards, seizing the middle to try to regain the opportunity.
Zhao Lin immediately changed his moves, stepped sideways and bumped into him with an elbow.
Sun Xiaofan has always been known for his quick moves and flexible movements. Seeing Zhao Lin actually fighting him faster, he couldn't help but smile and changed his moves accordingly.
The two of them changed their steps and kept their hands on each other. Within ten breaths, they heard a muffled sound and Sun Xiaofan took a few steps back, clutching his chest.
"Why did you fight so fast?" Sun Xiaofan said in disbelief.
Zhao Lin was secretly happy. In the past, when he fought with Sun Xiaofan, he was always dazzled and overwhelmed by the other party. Now that his speed has increased, he is not so fast in his moves.
"Come again." Sun Xiaofan said unconvinced.
"Okay, you make the first move this time." Zhao Lin nodded.
"Look at the punch!"
Sun Xiaofan touched the ground with his toes, jumped forward, and struck Zhao Lin in the chest with both fists.
Zhao Lin blocked it with his cross arm, then kicked sideways.
In the second fight, Sun Xiaofan's moves were fierce, and it seemed that he was showing his true skills.
It's a pity that Zhao Lin is as nimble as a civet cat, and Sun Xiaofan's fist can't even touch his clothes.
It only took seven breaths to determine the result this time, and Zhao Lin still won.
"Why did you suddenly become so powerful?" Sun Xiaofan said in surprise.
The first time he underestimated the enemy, the second time he lost and had nothing to say.
Yuan Cheng was also surprised, but what surprised him was not Zhao Lin's speed, but his flexibility and flexibility.
No one at the first level or even the second level of the ordinary power realm has such a flexible body. Only warriors who have practiced muscle can perform like this.
Is this talent?
Even though Yuan Cheng was fairly open-minded, he couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy in his heart.
He knew that Zhao Lin was born with great strength, but there were not many warriors with great strength, but such flexibility was rare.
This is natural martial arts training material.
"What am I thinking about here?"
Yuan Cheng laughed at himself and quickly adjusted his mentality.
There are so many warriors in the world, and there are many who are stronger than me, how can they all be jealous? Then there is no need to live.
"Martial arts training requires being as still as a virgin and moving as fast as a rabbit. Being fast from the beginning to the end is not a skill. Only when you slow down and then suddenly move fast can you defeat the enemy."
Yuan Cheng commented, and then called another apprentice, He Jin, over, "Come and have a few moves with him."
"yes."
He Jin walked to Zhao Lin and stood in front of him, signaling him to make the first move.
"When competing in a martial arts competition, pay attention to your propriety." Yuan Cheng reminded.
He Jin has been practicing at Liuhemen for more than two years. He is at the second level of strength realm and ranks among the top three among many apprentices.
Because of his bone training, his fists are very hard. If he attacks with all his strength, Zhao Lin may not be able to withstand it, so Yuan Chengcai warned him.
Zhao Lin was cautious and did not attack immediately. After a moment of confrontation, he suddenly slapped a palm.
His palm was a feint, used to attract the opponent's attention. In the middle of the attack, he kicked sideways.
He Jin was not confused and raised his knees to meet him.
Zhao Lin kicked He Jin's calf, feeling like he had hit an iron plate. Even though he had stopped his force in advance, he still felt excruciating pain.
"In the realm of bone training, the bones are really hard enough!"
Zhao Lin immediately changed his strategy and tried not to confront the opponent head-on.
The two quickly performed more than a dozen moves. He Jin had been practicing Liuhe Quan for more than two years and had mastered the essence of the boxing technique. After all, Zhao Lin had just learned it recently and fell behind in the moves.
On the other hand, He Jin is already at the second level of strength realm, and Zhao Lin has just shed his skin twice. The difference in realm is too big, and the former can punch without any scruples.
After dozens of moves, Zhao Lin was forced outside the venue and raised his hands to admit defeat.
"There is a proverb in martial arts, everything is invincible except speed. You both have the same."
Yuan Cheng said in an encouraging tone: "Zhao Lin has been in the game for three months, and he has been able to play back and forth with He Jin, which is already very good."
Although Zhao Lin lost, he was not disappointed.
This was a competition, not actual combat. If it were the latter, he could have been invincible by virtue of his speed advantage.
No matter what, I finally have the strength to approach the second level of strength realm.
The next day, the boxing competition went on as scheduled.
Sixteen apprentices competed against each other. After a long time, Zhao Lin ranked fifth, second only to a few apprentices who had been in the industry for two or three years. This was the result after he had stopped working.
The sect leader Zhu Huaishan and several disciples were greatly surprised.
Zhu Huaishan called Zhao Lin to the backyard and said: "You have practiced very well. You can achieve this result in three months. You are a good young man for practicing martial arts."
"Practice hard in the future. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me."
Zhao Lin knew that his performance had attracted the attention of the sect master, and without any trace of pride on his face, he calmly said: "Yes, sect master."
"Do you think realm is more important, or actual combat is more important?"
Zhu Huaishan asked abruptly.
Zhao Lin was slightly startled, "Realm or actual combat, what does the sect master mean?"
