Lu Chaohuan said word by word: "What are Zhao Lin's chances of winning against Basan, Bolta, McQueen, and Li Taiqing?"
Without thinking, Yang Lin spread his hands and said simply: "I don't know either."
Lu Chaohuan was surprised: "Brother Yang is the head of the inner courtyard, how can he not be clear about it? Could it be that he is worried that I will leak the news..."
Yang Lin quickly shook his head and said seriously: "Junior Brother Lu, to be honest with you, I really can't say for sure."
"Last time, the Fiery Flame Sect sent five Blood Realm masters to assassinate Zhao Lin and trapped him in the outpost. I would say that in that case, he should definitely die!"
"But what was the result? All five blood realm masters in their prime were killed by him!"
Lu Chaohuan's expression changed and he said softly: "I find it incredible too."
Yang Lin grabbed the teacup on the table and took a sip, and continued: "Zhao Lin gained some limelight in the last Naibi Conference and was assassinated by the Lieyan Sect, so in the past six months, I have not let him fight anyone again. .”
"Firstly, I don't want to undermine the confidence of other disciples, and secondly, I want to hide my strength. Even if there is no assassination, I may be targeted."
He shook the book in his hand and said, "These are all ready-made examples. Although competition relies on strength, on-the-spot performance is also very important. Knowing your opponent in advance will naturally give you an advantage."
"Brother Yang is still thoughtful! But..."
Lu Chaohuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then a smile appeared on his face, "Zhao Lin has been practicing under your nose, so you should know a little bit about him, right?"
"What skills are you good at, what are your strengths, and what are your weaknesses?"
Yang Lin touched his shiny bald head and said helplessly: "You have to find out one, two, three, right? That's all, I'll just tell you what I know."
"Zhao Lin's skills include Tianshuang Fist, Three Yin Claws, Splitting the Wind, and Turning Clouds and Rain."
"Fists, palms, claws, body, legs, all trained!"
Lu Chaohuan was a little unsure and said, "With so many exercises, are they a bit much?"
Yang Lin waved his hand and said: "Not much. Not being good at learning is like biting off more than you can chew. Zhao Lin has mastered it proficiently. Besides, which disciple doesn't have three or five martial arts at his side?"
Lu Chaohuan thought about it and asked, "Brother Yang, what do you think his strengths are?"
Yang Lin thought for a while and said: "On the surface, strength, speed, wind and ice are two attributes of Qi. I won't say more. I think the strongest one is the actual combat ability."
"Practical combat capability?"
Lu Chaohuan was very interested, "Tell me in detail."
Yang Lin said: "Even though he is only twenty years old, his mind is far more mature than his peers, his shots are extremely stable, and he has a ruthless energy."
"As I said just now, all five Blood Realm masters from the Fierce Flame Sect were killed by him. Which disciple can do that?"
Lu Chaohuan thought carefully for a while, then raised the corners of his mouth, "So, Zhao Lin's strength is higher than that of Xiao Jin, He Liancheng, Huang Guanglie and others?"
Yang Lin affirmed: "Of course."
Lu Chaohuan leaned back, crossed his hands together, and said with a smile: "After what you said, I think Zhao Lin can fight with these four people."
"You said this, I didn't."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
…
Two days later, two groups of people from Liyang Sect and Zhennan Sect rushed to Nanluo City.
Also accompanying him were officials from the Ministry of Rites of the Dai Viet Dynasty.
The martial arts competition is not only a contest of strength between sects, but also a contest of national power, so the imperial court will naturally send people to the event.
When the people of Dai Viet arrived, they left the city under the leadership of Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect and walked to Lotus Mountain hundreds of miles away.
Lianhua Mountain is the territory of Lianhua Sect and has seven peaks in total.
The southernmost Yunhan Peak was originally a retreat for the top leaders of the Lotus Sect, and was specially set aside for the temporary residence of people from the four countries of Dayue, Weizi, Wuche and Wushu.
"There are three days left until the day of the martial arts competition. Everyone, have a good rest. If you need anything for food, clothing, housing and transportation, just ask."
Elder Ruan led everyone up to Yunhan Peak and came to a mountain courtyard and said politely.
"Elder Ruan is interested."
Lu Chaohuan and the other two heads thanked him in unison.
This is not the first time that the Lotus Sect has held a martial arts competition, and there are plenty of rooms in the other courtyard.
The inner courtyard disciples of the three major sects, plus the heads, elders and other entourage, about one hundred and sixty people, could easily stay here.
Several heads discussed and specially arranged residences with courtyards for the disciples participating in the martial arts competition, while the other disciples lived in ordinary rooms.
Zhao Lin was also allocated a house with an independent courtyard.
He walked through the courtyard, walked into the house, quickly checked several rooms, and nodded with satisfaction.
There are stoves 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 portion of medicinal materials to assist in the practice of Ice Qi.
After drinking it, I practiced boxing in the yard for a while, and in the afternoon, I cooked another wind-type medicinal material and took it.
Sharpening one's weapons before battle is not fun, but it is also good to increase one's strength.
After drinking the medicine, it was still early and it was not yet dinner time, so Zhao Lin rested on a deck chair in the yard.
After a while, an indigenous servant walked into the yard and lit an incense stick next to Zhao Lin.
Zhao Lin sat up alertly and asked, "What is this?"
The native servant took two steps back in fear, gesturing wildly.
For confidentiality and safety reasons, the servants arranged by the Lotus Sect in other courtyards are all uncivilized natives of the mountains and cannot speak or understand the Central Plains dialect.
Zhao Lin stared at the natives for a long time and roughly understood what he meant. The incense was lit to drive away mosquitoes.
The climate in Xiuzhao is hot and humid. Although it is only March, there are already many mosquitoes in the mountains.
Zhao Lin smelled it. The aroma was clear and slightly sour. It didn't make people feel dizzy or nauseated. There was nothing strange in his body, so he felt relieved.
"Thank you, please go out."
The indigenous servant seemed to understand but slowly retreated outside the courtyard.
Zhao Lin lay on the chair again, feeling sleepy, and closed his eyes in a daze.
He seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping. His arms were hanging down and resting on the inside of the back of the chair unintentionally. His fingertips touched some indentations marked by horizontal folds.
"Hey, who carved the words?"
Zhao Lin opened his eyes, sat up curiously, turned the chair over to check, and saw two lines of words written on the back of the chair:
Lu Yuanxiu of the Xingyun Sect came here for a visit, which lasted for twelve years.
This court meeting will definitely win the first prize!
"What a coincidence!"
Zhao Lin smiled. Yanhe was the reign name of Dai Viet more than a hundred years ago. From this, it can be inferred that the person who left these two lines was a senior of Xingyun Sect, who happened to live here at that time.
"This court meeting will definitely win the first prize... I wonder if this senior has done it later?"
When the Youshi hour arrived, Zhao Lin came to the dining hall to have dinner.
Because I arrived earlier, there were not many people in the dining hall, only a dozen disciples sitting here and there.
Zhao Lin glanced around and saw Xiang Bao sitting alone in the corner, slowly eating the food provided by the natives.
"The Xiang family is a martial arts family and knows a lot about the history of the sect. Maybe he has heard of Lu Yuanxiu."
With this thought in his mind, Zhao Lin walked to Xiang Bao's desk and asked, "Brother Xiang, have you heard of Lu Yuanxiu?"
(End of chapter)
