The second volume of the entry into the WTO Chapter 103 The contest begins
A few days have passed, and the martial arts competition is coming to an end. The warriors who want to challenge are all excited and have already become hungry and thirsty. Many of the remaining people are also eager to see the showdown between the masters.
, what you can learn from it will give you sufficient motivation for your martial arts journey.
The arena was set up on the back mountain, but the number of people participating this time was much smaller than at the tea party. Some businessmen were excluded. Those who could participate were basically disciples of the sect or people with some strength. After all, the area was limited.
And it’s easy to get accidentally injured.
This kind of competition has always been a top priority. The future of the disciples of the sect also determines the future of a century-old sect. Some good people even try to use the results of the competition to represent the strength of the sect.
Tian Sanfeng was sitting in the main seat, and in the pavilion next to him were also sitting the leaders of various sects and many elders of the Tianshan Sect, including the white-bearded old man who rescued Yin Wudao from Wuwei Peak that day.
This one looks different from the ring. It has all kinds of strange things, jagged rocks, and even some trees and weeds. In the middle is a huge round stone platform, which is slightly higher, as if it was carved from the mountain. People below look at the center.
People probably have to raise their heads a little when fighting.
"Everyone is free to use the food and wine on the table as they wish. The ring is already prepared. According to the usual rules, if anyone wants to make a name for himself or challenge, feel free to come on stage. However, remember to wait until the order is placed. Don't ask for anything.
It hurts the aiki among the various sects! Okay, we old ones won’t say any more, and now we’ll leave it to you young people! The competition begins!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a burly fat man jumped on the stage first, holding a chain hammer in his hand and spinning it constantly. The fat man's voice was loud and rough: "My name is Lan Fat, I know, I can't possibly get it."
Being first is just to show your face. I am just the first to come up and experience the experience, just to give everyone a start. Is there any good guy who can come up and play with me, fat brother?"
An Yinan almost laughed out loud: "Yin Wudao, look at you, then look at him, he feels fatter than you. Can you still gain some fat, hahaha."
"I want you to grow taller. I'm a handsome young man, but I can't get fat by eating. If you can, you can kill me!"
Mr. Jian Mo Dingxuan sat on his seat holding his shoulders and rolled his eyes: "I really shouldn't sit at the same table with you every time, it's too awkward."
"Hey, Mr. Jian, where can you sit? Come on, we didn't keep you. Have you fallen in love with some girl and want to get close to her? We have two pretty girls here and you still...
I don’t like it!”
Leng Qingyue ignored him at all, but Ouyang Zixuan almost slapped him, "You're going to die, what are you kidding me about!"
A woman holding a Guan Dao came on stage and said, "Here I come! Guan Xiaoyue of the Guan family in Lingnan."
Lan Pang looked at the thin woman in front of him, narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said in a rough voice again: "Miss Guan, brother, I will be merciful, be careful."
A black hammer flew out and hit Guan Xiaoyue's chest. Guan Xiaoyue dodged with a sliding shovel. Lan Pang steadied his upper body with his left hand and exerted force with his right hand. The chain hooked the hammer and flew back. Guan Xiaoyue
Yue originally wanted to hit him closely, but he didn't notice that the hammer came back. He turned around, wiped the iron chain with the knife and pushed it up.
The whole person was pulled back and almost hit the fat man. Seeing that the situation was not good, Guan Xiaoyue tried to dodge with a somersault. Just as he jumped into the air, Fatty Lan suddenly changed his moves and held the hammer.
, he threw it out with an iron chain and tied Guan Xiaoyue's upper body tightly.
"Hey, Miss Guan, you've been fooled, come back here." After saying that, she pulled hard and Guan Xiaoyue fell completely onto the stage, smashing her head.
"This fat guy has some brains. He looks tall and thick. He's quite smart."
"Next, is there any more? If not, I will challenge directly from the six of them!"
"Wow, that's crazy. I'm just a fifth-grade girl. I just defeated a girl below the fifth-grade. Now I want to challenge the eighth-grade. That's okay. I admire your courage!"
A little Taoist priest in gray and white robes then jumped up, his sword unsheathed, "Wan Xiong of the Wudang Sect, please enlighten me."
Yin Wudao gave a bitter smile: "Oh, it looks like I'm about to go on stage. I originally wanted to stay behind and see the tricks of you guys, or those of those guys, but now it seems that my health doesn't allow it."
"Why, you haven't recovered yet?"
He shook his head, "The cold poison is gone, but it still affects the speed a little. I shouldn't be your opponent anymore. It's better for me to take the lead and leave with a bang."
The two people on the field were both in the fifth rank, but one was strong and the other was soft, and the Wudang Sect's Tai Chi sword used strength to move a thousand pounds. This fat man was born with great strength, but he fought back and forth, and he was evenly matched for several rounds.
In the end, Fatty Lan narrowly won with his physical advantage, but he also knew that he couldn't fight anymore and had no strength, so he got off the stage together.
After a few people started boldly, the warriors came on stage one after another, and there were even casual cultivators who didn't know how they got in. With the strength of the sixth grade, the Tianshan sect stood aside and ignored him, allowing him to be beaten.
.In addition to those who discuss matters, there are also some who resolve grievances in the world, which is quite strange.
The seniors on the stage were also talking, "Master Tian, the sun is about to set, and it seems that today is going to end here. Why don't you disciples of the Tianshan Sect go and clean up the place?"
"The finishing touches should be in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. Today is the first day of the three-day competition. Don't be in a hurry. Your disciples didn't take action either."
While a few people were talking and laughing, a young man with tied up hair came out from behind Wan Xiong who had gone down earlier. He also had the same long sword in his hand. The Taoist robe on his body was a bit old and rough in color.
"I'm Shi Yuan of the Wudang Sect, please enlighten me." As soon as this man came on stage, the disciples of the Wudang Sect became a little excited.
"It's Senior Brother Shi, he's on stage."
"Why is it so early that many experts haven't gone up yet?"
"Are there so many masters in this class? Senior Brother Shi is a seventh-grade cultivator, and he has to go on stage on the first day? Could it be that some of the people I bullied before were also masters."
Seeing Shi Yuan defeat his opponent with one move, another person couldn't bear it any longer.
"Crazy Blade Men Tsui Hark, please."
Tian Sanfeng glanced at the two of them and said, "It's a bit interesting. This year's young people are quite exciting."
Shi Yuan and Xu Ke were in the seventh rank and the other was in the lower seventh rank. The two of them did not exchange much greetings and directly fought each other. However, they seemed to have discussed it and neither of them used weapons. One was bold and domineering, while the other was clear and casual.
This competition was much more exciting than before.
Both families have their own strengths in boxing and kicking skills. They are close in strength and it is not a life-and-death duel. They exchanged more than a hundred moves and failed to do anything to each other. Ouyang Zixuan took a sip of tea, turned around and walked to the disciples of Baishui Sword Pavilion and said a few words.
What, just walked back again.
"Ouyang Zixuan, is this necessary? I guess you asked your senior brothers not to play, right?"
"Originally, the master wanted to let the disciples finish today, but I didn't expect it to be a bit unexpected. Senior Brother Bai will come on stage later. There is no need for anything else. Although it is a competition, it is not good to lose too much after all."
Mo Dingxuan didn't even turn his head, "There are too many people in the sect, which means there are too many things to worry about."
Yin Wudao also slapped his fan and said, "I agree, it would be better for us to be more carefree."
An Yinan looked at Mo Dingxuan blankly: "Your master is not only your apprentice, you also have uncles, brothers, junior brothers, etc. You are not the only one coming to Wanjian Sect."
"If they don't come, I will."
"Uh, it's easy to arrange, okay, it's a personal show."
The two of them were already fighting fiercely on the stage, with their inner strength surging and outward expression, and they were no longer testing each other's moves.
"Overlord Fist!"
Tsui Hark rushed towards Shi Yuan's chest with an Overlord Punch, and the fist was wrapped with internal force. This punch was full of strength.
Shi Yuan took the opportunity to slide back a few meters with his feet, then stopped suddenly. He drew a yin-yang fish on his chest with both hands, and a faint internal force emanated from the pattern.
"Tai Chi is immeasurable!"
A barrier blocked the seemingly indestructible fist. The two people kept competing with each other in their internal strength. After a soft sound, the two stepped back from each other. Counting the steps carefully, Shi Yuan took three steps and Tsui Hark took five steps. In the end, Shi Yuan was the better.
Tsui Hark did not intend to retreat, but became more and more courageous as he fought. He pulled out the red-edged sword from the sheath, and the back of the sword slid slightly across his arm, and his whole aura became more ferocious. Shi Yuan also moved his right hand, brushed off the sheath with his left hand, and the Qingfeng Sword
Point directly at your opponent.
The eyes collided in the air, the long sword and the broad knife were intertwined, and the sparks of the iron were rubbed, but there was no trace of the weapon. This is a good sword and a good sword, the successor of the master who has spent so much effort. The broad sword is invincible, every move and every move
In one form, there is only attack and no retreat. The long sword is sleek and sophisticated, and can always get rid of fatal entanglements, making the enemy's attacks weak and weak.
"Overlord Slash!"
"A sword coming from the west!"
Red light suddenly appeared from the sword and rushed towards Shi Yuan. The tip of the sword was also condensed with white light, fearless. One red and one white collided together, and bursts of energy flew out in all directions. Where the light gathered, there were no weeds.
The tree trunk is broken.
After the light passed, the two people still stood facing each other. Tsui Hark and Shi Yuan clenched their fists and stopped fighting. Tsui Hark laughed: "Hahaha, Wudang swordsmanship is well-deserved. I, Tsui Hark, admit defeat."
"Brother Xu has won the award. His swordsmanship is also superb. Shi Yuan admires him."
Tian Sanfeng stood up and clapped, and the two people on the stage returned to their seats.
"Okay, it was a wonderful contest, and nephew Shi Yuan of the Wudang Clan is slightly better. Today's contest ends here. There are still two days left. If you haven't played yet and still want to, you can go back and have a good rest, and come back to show off your skills tomorrow. Okay, everyone,
It’s all gone now, I look forward to tomorrow’s performance.”
On the way back, the disciples of the Wudang Sect were still praising him with bright eyes: "Senior Brother Shi Yuan was so awesome today. He is worthy of being the number one among the younger generation of our Wudang Sect."
But the Wudang elder poured cold water on him: "Okay, okay, don't leave the ink, we'll talk about it when we get back. Shi Yuan, you may face a real master tomorrow morning, don't be careless, just like Tsui Hark, it's okay to admit defeat, you
I can feel at ease with his character, so I must avoid being reckless, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, my disciple knows."
Some disciples were not very happy: "Uncle, why do you have so much prestige? I think there are not many people who can beat Senior Brother Shi Yuan."
"Ignorant, do you think that all the people you have seen are top-notch? Even the Sixth Young Master is not necessarily the most powerful. There are others, and some are even worse. That's the case today, and I'm afraid it will be their stage tomorrow."