Yang Lin looked back and saw Qiu Chuji's serious face, which looked particularly cautious at this time.
He was slightly surprised.
After a second thought, I understood.
Changchun Zi Qiu Chuji is known in the world as the best in martial arts and internal strength among the Quanzhen Seven Sons.
Most of his abilities are actually based on the cultivation of internal strength. He only relied on his profound internal strength to achieve great fame.
On the contrary, he is not very good at swordsmanship and palm skills, which are skills that pursue subtle changes.
Don't pay much attention to it either.
Because, in his concept, when fighting with someone, he can hit him with a palm or cut him with a sword... I have strong internal strength and deep skills, what can you do to stop me?
And now?
Yang Lin defeated four Quanzhen third-generation elite disciples in a row. Even the most proud and strongest chief disciples of Changchun and Yuyang sects were easily defeated by him with one sword.
Unfortunately, what he used was not a profound internal skill, nor was it a perfect Quanzhen swordsmanship.
On the contrary, it seems to be taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage of opportunities.
What does it prove to be defeated by this kind of swordsmanship that has neither strong internal force nor much Tao Yun?
This proves that Qiu Chuji and even the Quanzhen Sect have persisted for so many years and their educational policies have been completely rejected.
This is a subversion of the martial arts concept that I have been adhering to for half my life.
It must be some evil way.
The old Taoist priest had a very keen sense. Although he did not discover the essential source of the problem, he intuitively felt extremely uncomfortable.
Yang Lin actually understands this very well.
Everyone must insist on something in his life.
Because apart from these persistences, they have nothing left.
Yang Lin held the sword with a solemn expression and said with a smile: "Uncle Qiu is right. It is definitely wrong for me to use the sword like this. You are right."
There is no need for him to argue with his teachers in Quanzhen Sect.
Even if you win the battle, you will also lose.
I still want to learn the unique skills in the sect, but it doesn't look good to put someone's hat on my head that disrespects my teacher.
Wow...
As soon as these words came out, the disciples exploded.
There were murmurs all around.
Thousands of disciples approached and discussed together, and the place was buzzing, like hundreds of flies bombing together.
Qiu Chuji's scalp immediately felt numb.
His face was swollen with energy and blood, and his face was black and red, now only black.
Because he had strong inner strength, he could clearly hear what the disciples below were saying.
"Is Master Qiu suppressing newcomers?"
This is what conspiracy theory believers are whispering.
"The wrong swordsmanship can easily win over the correct swordsmanship. So are we practicing the right one or the wrong one? I feel very confused..."
This is an upright boy who is completely at a loss as to what to do.
"Should we say that if we can't beat someone when we walk down the mountain in the future, they used the wrong move? I feel so embarrassed."
"Actually, I also think that Senior Brother Lu's swordsmanship is really not good-looking, and there is nothing subtle about it. His skills are not even as good as mine.
However, Senior Brother Yin and Senior Brother Zhao were defeated without even taking a single move... This proves that the better you practice Quanzhen Swordsmanship, the more useless it becomes..."
This one is even more ruthless. He is already thinking about going down the mountain, finding a sect and practicing some farming techniques.
Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping were standing in the crowd, neither standing nor sitting at this time.
They even wished they had never had this sword fight.
At this moment, he had already been pinned to the pillar of shame by the eyes of eight hundred disciples.
Especially Yin Zhiping, he bit his lip so hard that it started to bleed without even realizing it.
He just hates that his incompetence has caused his respected master to be questioned by all his disciples.
All because of his incompetence.
…
On the stage, not only Qiu Chuji had a dark face.
The other six sitting Quanzhen Seven Sons also had heavy faces.
They discovered that something was really wrong with this disciple competition.
If Qiu Chuji hadn't been so upright and had talked to Lu Guanying, who was first in the competition, behind his back, nothing would have happened.
Afterwards, just find any reason to analyze why the opponent's swordsmanship is so good.
Now, in public, he bluntly pointed out that Dabi No. 1’s swordsmanship was used incorrectly.
Unfortunately, I can't come up with any convincing reason.
If you say you're wrong, you should come up with a correct sword technique and let me take a look.
The shameful knife is hard to sheath.
Qiu Ruji was in a dilemma for a moment. He stood on the stage for a while and then slowly said, "Lu Guanying, don't be dissatisfied. Although you have defeated all the disciples, it is only because their internal cultivation is not yet complete. His skill is not high and he cannot use the true essence of Quanzhen Sword Technique.
Otherwise, your method of using the sword is actually vulnerable. "
Come on, I won’t argue with you anymore. Whatever you say is what you say. Why must you belittle my sword-wielding skills?
Yang Lin felt a burst of anger rushing to his forehead. He thought about it and endured it.
Wasn't he using Quanzhen swordsmanship?
Actually it still is.
However, sometimes only half a move is used, and sometimes only a third of the move is used.
Not every move is used completely.
This is also an idea derived from Jade Girl's Jade Girl Sword Technique at that time, a sword concept that makes the opponent indestructible.
In fact, it is a very clever concept.
However, if Qiu Chuji doesn't understand, then that's up to him.
Anyway, you don’t need others to understand how good your swordsmanship is.
"Yes, when all of you, my brothers and sisters, become as advanced as Master Qiu, you will surely be able to wield your sword and become invincible in the world."
Yang Lin replied with a smile, without any hint of fireworks.
This time, the disciples did not explode and stopped talking, but fell silent.
There are several Qiu Chujis in the Quanzhen Sect.
There are a few warriors with Qiu Chuji's profound skills in the world.
Ninety-nine percent of them can be sure that they won't be able to achieve even half of Qiu Chuji's internal strength by the time they reach gray hair.
Then they won’t live?
After all, Quanzhen swordsmanship is still not good.
However, it seems that it’s not that I can’t do it, but that I practiced it wrong.
At least, Senior Brother Lu relied on his not-so-deep internal strength to defeat Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping, who had very strong internal strength.
At this moment, even those disciples who admired Qiu Chuji the most began to suspect that he was farting.
If you can really train your internal strength to the point where it is several times or even ten times stronger than your opponent, then why bother using swordsmanship?
Just blow your breath and they will be destroyed, okay?
Qiu Chuji frowned, feeling even worse.
He felt that if he could not solve this problem, not only would his reputation in the Quanzhen Sect be ruined.
Moreover, it would also make all the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect, starting from Patriarch Chongyang down, bear the reputation of being incompetent in teaching disciples.
That's not bad.
It would be a big act of disrespect and filial piety to ruin one's reputation and bring trouble to Master.
Without thinking about it at the moment, he turned to look at Yang Lin and asked, "Since you also know that the sword technique you used is wrong, can you tell me specifically, where is the mistake?"
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
Yang Lin could no longer suppress his anger.
Okay, you big bearded Qiu, you say I'm wrong and I admit it. I respect you for being old and an elder, but you can't push yourself too far.
If I give you three points of color, I can't even open a dyeing workshop.
"Where did I go wrong? Yes, that's what I did wrong. I defeated them all easily. Where else could I go wrong?
If Uncle Qiu feels that his nephew's words are not clear enough, why not go out in person and give some pointers as to where his nephew went wrong? "
Yang Lin's eyebrows were raised, his back straight, and his whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, with soaring momentum.
It was actually tit for tat.
