Basang, Wuche, Vajra Sect.
Attack is invincible at the same level...
"The thunder attribute is really powerful! It's a pity that I only have the thunder attribute energy, but I don't have the matching skills, so I can't practice it."
When he saw the last person introduced in the book, Zhao Lin's heart skipped a beat, but he soon felt relieved.
Cover your eyes and meditate: "There is no such thing as perfection in the world, and there is no need to be envious of fish in the abyss, which will only increase worries."
"The most important thing now is to master the martial arts you have learned and put it into full play on the spot, that's enough!"
When the two hours came, the disciples handed in their books one after another, said goodbye and left the hall.
Back at his residence, Zhao Lin thought of the two pages Liu Feiyang gave him.
At this moment, I was energetic and not sleepy, so I lit a lamp in the room and read by the lamp at night.
"The strength seems to be wide but not loose. It is about to be developed, but the strength is broken and the intention is continuous. The energy flows from the soles of the feet to the spine, like flowing clouds and flowing water..."
Zhao Lin nodded while watching, feeling surprised in his heart.
Liu Feiyang did not write any secret formulas, but he also taught the key to practicing wind attribute skills and the secrets of adjusting body and footwork without any secrets.
Xingyun Sect's wind-based skills are limited in inheritance. Although they are also practiced by seniors, most of them focus on attacks, and there are almost no related body skills or footwork.
Liu Feiyang has been studying a skill for more than ten years and has almost reached its peak. The two pages contain his years of hard work. It can be said that every word is precious and valuable!
If Zhao Lin had to figure it out on his own, I don't know how much time and energy it would take.
"Liu Feiyang is a real person and is worth getting to know!"
Zhao Lin sighed in his heart and recited the contents on the paper twice. When he was familiar with it, he walked out of the room.
The moonlight was thick, and the breeze brought waves of coolness into the courtyard.
A vigorous figure floated in the courtyard, suddenly like a feather, floating in the air without any effort, sometimes like a bolt of lightning, and as fast as a ghost, turning into shadows.
The so-called true transmission of one sentence and the false transmission of thousands of books. After reading Liu Feiyang's notes, Zhao Lin could not understand what he had been sluggish about before, but now it suddenly became clear.
I continued practicing until late at night, and finally mastered the wind attribute technique and the rain-turning and cloud-turning technique. I truly realized what it means to move the body at will, and to control every muscle and bone in the body.
…
Three days passed in a flash, and the day came for the competition.
There is a basin on the top of Xihan Peak, which is regular and round, surrounded by trees, like a stone bowl embedded in the ground.
The Lotus Sect took advantage of the terrain here and built a circular school grounds in the basin.
There are nine arenas built in the school grounds, three horizontally and three vertically, which look like a nine-square grid from above.
Five stands were built on the surrounding slopes.
The stands in ordinary school grounds usually have two or four sides, but here they have five sides because they are set up for martial arts competitions and competitions.
Xiuzhao, as the host, naturally sat in the middle stand, with Wei Zi and Dai Viet on the left, and Wu Shu and Wu Che on the right.
As the red sun rose, the disciples, elders and entourage from the five countries all arrived.
The disciples who were preparing to play sat in the first row, and the rest sat in the stands high up.
It was the first time for many people to participate in the martial arts competition. Their bodies were tense and their expressions were not natural.
Zhao Lin saw a Weitz disciple repeatedly unbuttoning, tying, unbuttoning, and tying his clothes. He also took out a white handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat on his head. He looked very anxious.
"You're so nervous before you even get on the field. I wonder how much strength you can show when you get on the field?"
Zhao Lin shook his head secretly, but what he cared about most was the four strongest disciples.
Almost all the people from the Western Regions had thick hair and beards and mature looks. Zhao Lin looked around and didn't know who was the chief disciple McQueen, so he relaxed his ears and listened to the sounds over there.
"McQueen, Wushu's Borta, Xiuzhao's Le Tai Thanh, Dai Viet's He Liancheng, and Wu Che's Basang, they are all your strong opponents in the court meeting. Pay more attention to them later, and feel in your heart when fighting against each other. There is a bottom line.”
Not long after, Zhao Lin "heard" an old voice.
At a glance, he saw a fierce-looking old man moving his lips slightly and transmitting messages to a disciple sitting in the front row.
"Yes, Elder Gu."
The disciple's face was red, and he had a sly face. He turned around and bowed respectfully and said.
"That's McQueen."
Zhao Lin secretly kept this person's appearance in mind.
Then he looked towards Xiuzhao and quickly found Li Taiqing in the crowd.
Li Taiqing happened to look over and cast a challenging look. Zhao Lin responded with a calm smile, and then moved his gaze to the Wushu Stand.
Sitting in the formation of Wushu's disciples was a strong man like a black tower. His body was as broad as an ox, and his back was as thick as a tiger's. He made the people around him look like children.
"This guy is about the same size as the bear from back then."
Zhao Lin knew without thinking that this person must be Bolta, who was famous for his bravery in Wushu.
"Did you see that? That is Basang. It is said that he is the strongest disciple in this court meeting."
Xiang Shaofeng touched Zhao Lin's shoulder, pointed at a disciple of Wu Che and said.
Zhao Lin stared along his fingers and saw a familiar face.
The man was born with thick eyebrows, eagle eyes, a low nose bridge, thick lips, and his clothes were open, revealing a long scar on his collarbone.
"He is Basang!"
Zhao Lin immediately remembered that two years ago Elder Shuijing took the disciples of Wuxiang Yuan to Huilong Bay for training and met an old man with white eyebrows, accompanied by a strong man and a young man with a simple description.
That young man is Basang.
Compared to two years ago, Basang is more mature now, with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes half-squinted, like a dozing beast.
"Brother Zhao, are you nervous?" Xiang Shaofeng asked.
Zhao Lin shook his head, "I'm not nervous."
"Sure enough, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!"
Xiang Shaofeng sighed with emotion and said with a smile: "Yes, you are still young and you have plenty of opportunities."
"This is my second time coming to the martial arts competition, and it will also be the last time. I hope I can pass one round and win another in the second round, and I will be satisfied!"
Zhao Lin knew that when each country counted the final results, every victory would be included. The more important the games, the greater the weight.
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 from the five will advance to the next round.
In the second round, the sixty-four people were divided into sixteen groups, with four people in each group, and the top two were also determined.
In this way, the thirty-two strongest disciples were selected and then competed one-on-one.
Thirty-two will advance to sixteen, sixteen will advance to eight... and so on, and finally the leader of this martial arts competition will be determined.
Zhao Lin was a sports enthusiast in his previous life. He had watched various Grand Slam competitions and could easily understand this set of rules.
If Xiang Shaofeng wants to advance to the second round, it means entering the top 64. Not only must he be strong, but he must also have a certain amount of luck. If he is placed in a group with two strong players, it will be difficult to break out of the group.
The disciples were worried about the upcoming battle, and so were the spectators.
There were four people sitting at the front of the Dai Viet Stand. In addition to the three heads, there was also a gray-haired official from the Imperial Court's Department of Etiquette.
The official's name is Shangguan Xi, and he has participated in martial arts competitions with the three major sects since he was a young man. Now he is over sixty years old, and he is considered an old acquaintance with the three sect leaders.
He looked around for a while, and suddenly said cautiously: "Three heads, I may not say something that I shouldn't say, but I really can't resist my curiosity. I want to know how strong our disciples are?"
"Can we keep third place? Or is it possible to enter the top two?"
The heads of Liyang Sect and Zhennan Sect didn't say anything. They looked at Lu Chaohuan in unison and threw this hot potato to him.
Lu Chaohuan's face darkened, but he had to answer, so he forced a smile.
"Sir Shangguan, this kind of thing is difficult to predict. In addition to strength, martial arts competitions are also related to state, luck, and even weather."
"However, judging from last year's performance at the Naibi Conference, the disciples of the three sects have practiced well and should be better than the previous one."
"That's good, that's good."
Shangguan Xi muttered it repeatedly, as if repeating it a few times would make him feel at ease.
He has reached the age of becoming an official, and he deeply hopes that Dai Viet can achieve good results in this court meeting and regain his prestige, which can be regarded as a wish fulfilled.
At four o'clock, that is, nine o'clock in the morning, the sun rose into the sky, the sunlight shone into the school grounds, and the martial arts competition finally kicked off.
(End of chapter)
