Before the official competition, there are two things to do: one is to check the bone age, and the other is to test the boxing strength.
The age of the disciples who appear in the martial arts competition must not be over thirty. This has been a rule for hundreds of years. There cannot be any mistakes. Each of the five countries sends a Yuanjing elder to be responsible for the review.
One hundred and sixty disciples filed out of the stands and, under the guidance of the acting disciples, came to the west side of the school grounds.
Among these disciples, Wushu accounted for forty-one, Wei Zi thirty-two, Dayue thirty-four, Wu Che thirty, and Xiuzhao twenty-three.
Except for Weisz, the number of people is basically a reflection of the strength of each country in the past two decades.
Due to the assassination, Weitz lost six spots, falling from second to third.
The Lotus Sect sent people to set up a long table on the west side of the school grounds. Five elders sat behind the table and used the Zhaoyu Gong to check the bone age of the disciples one by one.
"Borta, twenty-four years old, Muheli, twenty-nine years old..."
The Lotus Sect specially found a few Blood Realm disciples with loud voices. After checking each person, they announced their age loudly, so that even the people in the stands opposite could hear clearly.
The first person to be inspected was the Wushu disciple. Bolta stood among the crowd, standing out from the crowd, more than a head taller than everyone else.
Zhao Lin took a few glances and felt that facing this person at close range was very oppressive. He thought to himself: "This guy is so big, so his movement speed must be slow."
"But the book the master gave me said that he knows a skill called Body Gathering Technique, which can greatly increase his speed. I wonder how fast it is?"
The inspection went smoothly, and soon it was the turn of Dai Viet's disciples.
Zhao Lin walked to the table and felt five rays of vitality rushing into his body from different acupoints, sweeping back and forth across his ribs.
The elder in Dayue was Chu Hong from the Zhennan Sect. Naturally, he knew that there was no problem with Zhao Lin's age. He simply went through the motions and said, "Twenty years old."
The elder of Xiuzhao also said: "Twenty years old."
The other three elders took back their energy and nodded at the same time.
The disciples called out loudly: "Zhao Lin, twenty years old..."
There was a buzz immediately in the stands, and many disciples from other countries present also cast surprised glances.
The twenties are the golden age for practicing martial arts, and growing one year older every year is a great advantage, so most of the disciples who appear are over twenty-five years old.
There are very few people like Zhao Lin who have just turned 20 and participated in the martial arts competition.
"Master Lu, Zhao Lin is a disciple of the Xingyun Sect, right?"
In the stands, Shangguan Xi pinched his beard and said with a look of shock.
Lu Chaohuan's lips curled up slightly and he said with a smile, "Exactly."
Shangguan Xi said in a tentative tone: "Xiaguan has been watching court meetings for more than thirty years. If I remember correctly, I have never seen a disciple younger than twenty-three years old."
"I wonder if Master Lu arranged this arrangement out of experience?"
The meaning of the words is obvious. According to common sense, Zhao Lin is so young and cannot achieve any decent results.
The Xingyun Sect sent him on stage probably for the purpose of training.
Lu Chaohuan's expression was calm and he shook his head solemnly, "Zhao Lin's place was earned by himself through his own strength. It was not my intention to take care of him."
"That's it. It's because the lower official is being rude."
Shangguan Xi apologized quickly.
"It doesn't matter..."
In the stands on Wei Zi's side, Elder Gu raised his chin slightly and said to Elder Mai beside him: "He is the person Huo Shan wants to get rid of, right?"
Elder Mai sneered: "That's him! How much of a threat can a twenty-year-old boy pose? I don't know what Huo Shan thinks."
The ancient elder laughed sinisterly twice, and then gave a ferocious look, "Huo Shan is still very accurate in judging people. I'm afraid it will become a big problem in the future."
"It's best for him to be grouped with our disciples and get rid of him directly in the ring..."
In about two-quarters of an hour, the bone age examination was completed, and no one found any problems.
Then came the test of punching power.
Before the first round of grouping, it is necessary to roughly determine the strength of the disciples.
If assigned randomly, it is very likely that several particularly strong or relatively weak disciples will be assigned to a group, which is unfair.
There are many factors that affect strength, but strength is the most intuitive. In martial arts competitions, disciples will be divided into five levels: A, B, C, D, and E according to the strength of their fists.
Then they were divided into groups by drawing lots, ensuring that each group contained one disciple from the five levels A, B, C, D, and E.
Of course, there are disciples who are inferior in strength but outstanding in strength. However, the rules cannot be comprehensive. If you are grouped with the strong, you can only blame yourself for not being good at studying and not using your energy on strength.
This is why strength is the most important thing in cultivation.
The five elders stood up at the same time and moved to the eight-legged tripod not far away.
This eight-legged tripod is larger and thicker than the one in the inner courtyard of Xingyun Sect, and the crystal pillars are also more delicate, with every scale marked in detail.
When testing punching power, you can't do it in order, because the person who comes out first is under a lot of pressure and will suffer more.
When checking the bone age just now, Xiuzhao had already written the disciple's country and name on the prepared wooden sign and put it into a large wooden box.
At this time, the wooden sign is taken out from the wooden box, and the person whose name is read goes up to hit the boxing target.
"Wushu, Chierhu." The acting disciple read.
A big man walked out from the crowd of Wushu disciples, came to the eight-legged tripod, took a deep breath, stepped forward suddenly, and punched out.
boom!
The mercury in the mercury column surged up and rushed to the three hundred and thirty position.
Each person had two chances to test their punching strength. The Wushu man took two breaths and punched again.
This time the result was slightly better, 332.
The Wushu man seemed dissatisfied and walked aside muttering.
The singing disciple of Lotus Sect shouted loudly: "Wushu, Chi'erhu, fist power is three hundred and thirty-two!"
The secretary on the side quickly recorded the results.
Next, disciples from various countries took turns to appear.
"Xiuzhao, Chen Guan, boxing power 290."
"Weiz, Ai Li, punching power three hundred and five."
"Dai Viet, Shi Xiutian, boxing power three hundred and three..."
Most people shake their heads and sigh after hitting the target, indicating that they were under pressure and did not fully demonstrate their strength.
Seeing their performance, Zhao Lin felt strong confidence in his heart.
Power is the first ability that Spirit Beast Tu acquires. From the original Old Scalper to the later Alien Beast Xiong Zhen, he has been constantly transforming his physical body.
Although the growth at this time is not as rapid as in the early days, the changes can still be felt.
The last time Zhao Lin tested his boxing power was more than a month ago, and he had already reached the 500 mark.
At that time, he added the wind attribute Qi to Shixiao Fist to produce the strongest attack. Although the ice attribute Tianshuang Fist was sharp in strength, its attack power was relatively low.
"From this perspective, my strength will definitely be among the best, and I will occupy a favorable position in the subsequent groupings."
"I am the 'seed' player!"
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin's ambition gradually expanded.
(End of chapter)
