Before the Competition

Huashan. Luoyan Peak

The residence of the great elder of the Sword Sect

Grand Elder Tan Qingfang sat at the top, looking at Yuan Qingming on the right.

Luan Qingrou's eyes on the left also fell on Yuan Qingming.

Yuan Qingming seemed unaware.

"According to Junior Brother Yu, Huang Lin had a sense of energy for 12 days and was very talented. When he first learned swordsmanship, he was no different from anyone else. Later he also asked Chang Buyin, who taught the basic swordsmanship, Chang Buyin.

My nephew’s comment is that he is very hard-working.”

"Huang Lin's swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, starting from sparring. Beginners to swordsmanship will have problems such as movement deformation, dodge and evasion due to physical instinct during sparring. He also has problems, but he quickly overcomes them, and when sparring,

Quite relaxing.”

"After that, it became better and better day by day. The same group of disciples could no longer even compete with him. If it weren't for the lack of knowledge in the outer sect, maybe he could compete with the two nephews Tang Bukai and Ai Bubing.

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"Now he is practicing alone, but there are a few little guys following him. His progress is good, but it can't be compared with him."

Luan Qingrou listened to Meimei Lianlian, and seeing Elder Tan about to speak, she immediately said first:

"I will go back and tell my old man right now to see if there is any old man who is not shy enough to come and steal his apprentice this time!"

The words are still there, but people are already shooting out.

Elder Tan's mouth was open and he was blocked from speaking. He had nowhere to put his raised hand, so he had no choice but to pat the tea table next to him.

"She is almost sixty years old and is still so unstable. Does she think I will compete with Senior Brother Chen to become my apprentice?"

Just a look of distress on his face, as if he had lost a thousand-year-old fruit, which is not convincing at all.

Yuan Qingming looked at his nose and heart with his eyes, nose and heart, like an old monk sitting still, with an expression of "I saw nothing and heard nothing."

"Any more?"

"ah?"

"I asked, are there any other good seedlings? Why are you so fat?"

Elder Tan will be angry and has nowhere to vent his anger.

"Oh, there are a few more."

"how?"

"Tang Shao, 12 years old, has a natural sense of energy for 7 years, is born with great strength, and can practice the mind method at least 20% faster than ordinary people. If he enters the inner sect and practices the complete Huashan mind method, he may still improve, but his sword skills

His talent is relatively average, just like other ordinary disciples. He should be born with thick meridians, but his personality is a bit straightforward."

"Yue Chaoqun, 12 years old, has a natural sense of energy at the age of 8, and his mental training is 10% faster than ordinary people. His swordsmanship talent is also among the best among this group of disciples. He is intelligent and has a stable personality."

"Ning Zhongze, 8 years old, has a natural sense of venting his energy in 10 years. He usually practices with Huang Lin and makes rapid progress."

"Wang Xuerong, 10 years old, has a natural sense of anger at 12 years old. She usually practices with Huang Lin and has a weak personality."

"Feng Pinglu, 13 years old."

"Cong Qiji, 10 years old."

"Cheng Youguo, 8 years old."

Yuan Qingming applied for more than ten outstanding disciples in succession, all of whom were newly recruited this year.

"Tang Shao doesn't need to pay attention to it. This must be the seedling of Qi Zong. When the time comes, you can just give it a try."

"Needless to say, Huang Lin, Senior Brother Chen made a move this year, and no one competed with him. Last time, Junior Brother Feng made a fuss. In the end, he didn't even want the position of the Great Elder. If there is a fuss again this time, everyone will face it.

It doesn’t even look good.”

"I don't want to rob Huang Lin this time, so I'll recruit Yue Chaoqun. It sounds pretty good. You can pass on my mantle. As for the others, you can keep an eye on them and pass the situation on to Luoyan Peak."

Huang Lin didn't even know that he had already become famous in the mountains, and some people compared him with an uncle surnamed Feng.

He lived his regular life as usual, regardless of his mental skills or sword skills, and his progress was visible to the naked eye.

Ever since the little fat man developed his internal strength, he had been asking Huang Lin to teach him swordsmanship. He was so frustrated that he took him to practice with him every morning and after lunch.

Then the little fat man's progress was discovered by Ning Zhongze, and the reason was revealed in a few words. She also came over and brought an extremely beautiful girl named Wang Xuerong.

Based on the idea that a sheep is a herd, a group of sheep is also a herd, so I simply brought them all with me. I was tired of looking at the fat face of the little fat man every day. It happened to be a good match between men and women, so the work was not tiring. There were two little girls.

Fatty practices his sword much more seriously.

Now the small group of four is somewhat famous among this group of newcomers.

Huang Lin felt early on that he could no longer make progress in sparring with newcomers, so he found an opportunity to ask Tang Bukai and Jiang Bubing for guidance, and successfully made the two of them appear on the jade plate.

Only in this way can the momentum of progress be maintained, but several times I competed with the inner sect brothers, but I was completely defeated and had no power to fight back.

When I asked further, I was told:

"Limited by the rules of the door, we cannot tell each other. You will know it when you enter the inner door!"

I bet this is not just a trick on my mind, it's also normal.

If you are eighteen years old and unable to enter the inner gate, you will be sent to a subordinate property.

If you feel out of breath for a year, you will be kicked out.

Without some back-up, the basic basic skills of Huashan would be known to the whole world.

So Huang Lin calmed down, devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause of cultivation, and prepared with all his strength for the outer sect competition in October.

"Senior brother, the competition will be held in ten days. Are you sure?"

Under the shade of the tree, Huang Lin and Ning Zhong were sitting on the ground, while Little Fatty and Wang Xuerong were practicing their moves in front. The weather was hot now, and they had been practicing swordplay here recently.

Huang Lin promised Wang Jiufeng to take care of her when he was in Huayin. Now that we have become acquainted with each other, we have discovered that she has a big personality. At first, she was just a newbie, so she would be a little bit temperamental, and Ning Zhongze also saw him enter.

Huashan only came here this year.

"There's nothing you can't be sure of. You have to be recognized by others. In the past, some of the old people in the outer sect who ranked high in the competition didn't even enter the inner sect. We don't have the initiative."

Huang Lin felt the gentle mountain breeze and saw that the little fat man and Wang Xuerong were sweating profusely, so he stopped them.

"Senior Brother, the weather is too hot. There will be a big competition in a few days. Why don't we stop practicing at noon? It would be even worse if we get delayed due to heat stroke."

The little fat man is covered in fat and is most vulnerable to heat.

"Fat Qian, you just want to be lazy, right? If you can't enter the inner gate this year, when Senior Brother Huang gets in, no one will supervise you. Let's see what you do in the future."

Ning Zhong exposed the little fat man without hesitation.

"What the hell, Fatty Qian, Junior Sister Ning, you have to call me Senior Brother Qian. Besides, I don't want to be lazy. If you don't believe me, ask Junior Sister Xuerong."

"I think it's okay."

Although Wang Xuerong is two years older than Ning Zhongze, she is too shy and speaks softly, so it is easy to miss her words if you are not paying attention.

Huang Lin leaned against the tree with a smile and watched the two bickering, feeling extremely relaxed. He just didn't know how long this relaxing day could last. If they couldn't enter the inner door together, they would have to separate the two places.

"Senior brother, do you want to stop?"

Ning Zhong saw Huang Lin watching a show and asked over.

"The weather is indeed getting hot, and the competition is approaching, so we won't be sparring tomorrow."

Seeing that Ning Zhongze wanted to interrupt, he waved his hand and continued:

"But you still have to come here. Before the competition, you should practice the basic postures every day. We haven't practiced swords for a long time, and the foundation is far from solid."

Seeing that the three of them had no objections, he asked them to start practicing the basic thirteen postures. During the process, he pointed out some minor mistakes and demonstrated several times.

He is thick-skinned and often asks a few inner disciples for guidance. Although his foundation is not yet solid, his movements are extremely standard. In addition, when practicing martial arts in his mind, he has begun to only use basic moves to deal with the other three people.

None.

In fact, Huang Lin is also looking forward to the competition ten days later. Through daily practice and communication with other people, he also has a certain understanding of his own strength.

In terms of swordsmanship, he has no opponent among this group of newcomers. There are a few top-notch ones, but they are far behind him. The old people from the outer sect are not usually with each other and have never been in contact with them.

In terms of internal energy, after a week, he only loses more than 20% of his internal energy, while the little fat man said that he loses more than 50%. Calculated based on one week a day, on average, in three days, he has one week more energy than the little fat man.

Tian's internal strength, not to mention that he has two Zhoutians every day, so in terms of internal strength, he should be among the best, unless he is someone with extraordinary talents.

Speaking of which, the jade plate in his mind played a big role. If he couldn't see inside, his wear and tear in one week would be about the same as that of a little fat man, not to mention that he had the ability to see inside on the first day.

The feeling of Qi is much ahead.

In addition, the same goes for swordsmanship. When faced with something coming at you, people have instinctive reactions, such as fear, nervousness, closing eyes, dodging, etc. He even knows that many people are still at this stage and cannot overcome it.

And he was lucky enough to be able to mirror others and practice martial arts in his mind. Apart from his own efforts, this was the fundamental reason for his rapid progress in swordsmanship.

There are nearly twenty figures in his mind now, which he often replaces and eliminates, otherwise there could be hundreds more.

The day of Dabi is getting closer and closer, and more and more people are coming down from the mountain.

In the large martial arts arena in the canyon, some building materials were piled up, and some buildings that were not yet visible were started to be built.
To be continued...