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On the Tianxian platform, the fat man grinned, his body swaying, and he nodded to the disciples around him with a smile, and then walked down.
However, at this time, this silly smile was particularly disgusting in the eyes of the disciples in the outer courtyard of Qianzhang Peak. He was clearly a fierce tiger, but...
Well, someone took a look at the fat man, and all other thoughts were wiped out.
On the high platform.
"This little fat guy from Qingyang Peak is not simple, his steps have traces of the Book of Changes."
The master of the outer courtyard of Qianzhang Peak spoke. He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe. As the master of the branch courtyard, he was also the Taoist protector on Qianzhang Peak.
Traces of the "Book of Changes"!
As soon as these words came out, many deacons and protectors stared at the fat man's back. There are three volumes of "Book of Changes", whether it is "Lianshan Book of Changes", "Gui Zang Book of Changes", or the one written by King Wen more than 5,000 years ago.
The "Book of Changes" of the Zhou Dynasty are all Taoist supreme classics. Throughout the Han Dynasty, many Taoist martial arts were derived from these three Yis. Anyone who can get a glimpse of it has at least reached the level of second-rate martial arts, inspiring the world.
A vision, a moment of fame.
Too shallow!
After a few breaths, many deacons and protectors withdrew their gazes. It was obvious that the fat man had not yet mastered his skills. They could not see the mystery and could only wait for the next confrontation.
Despite this, the three people from Qingyang Peak, just one of them who seemed the most inconspicuous at first, was so amazing. This made some people of the Jing generation look thoughtful, thinking of Qingyang in the past.
Although the peak years of Wudang are only preserved in the historical records of Wudang, from a few words, we can also see the bright blue sky and white sun at that time.
In the corner.
Seeing the fat man swaggering all the way with great ambition and waving to the Sixth Academy disciples who were glaring at him from time to time, Qing Yu slapped his forehead and couldn't bear to look at him.
The corner of Su Qinian's mouth twitched as well. The fat man's long hair always made no difference to the occasion. He suddenly had the urge to move the table.
After a while, the fat man sat down, downed a cup of Taihe tea like a cow chewing peonies, shook his head and said: "How about it, the fat man takes action, one can match the two!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a chill ran down his spine. When he opened his eyes, he saw two cold gazes in front of him, as if two sharp arrows were about to penetrate him.
Swallowing his saliva, the fat man suddenly looked weak, lay down on the chair, and murmured: "The sun is so hot, my chest feels so tight, and my head feels so dizzy..."
Cang!
At this time, the furnace was struck, and all thirty-six contests in the first round of the first game were over.
At the same time, another seventy-two disciples stood up at the Liufang Branch.
"Senior Brother Qinglu of Baiyun Peak!"
"And Senior Brother Wei Qinghu from Lei Shifeng!"
The second round of the first game has not yet started, many disciples from the outer courtyard are shouting and talking to each other in low voices, their hearts swaying.
Bai Yunfeng's Qinglu, who is only nineteen years old, has already practiced "Turtle Snake Kung Fu" to the eighth level, and is about to perfect it. He understands almost all of the seven forms of Turtle Snake Fist, and even has one or two forms that are perfect and perfect, and he has gained the essence. As for the Wei Qing Lake in Lei Shifeng, there is quite a story. Although he only built the foundation with the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", he had just reached the age of weak crown and had already penetrated five of the twelve main sutras, but he only had one mind.
If you want to join the lineage of Thunder Stone Peak and want to be the master of Thunder Stone Peak, you can't get a top-notch Yuan Shen Dao to be his disciple. Therefore, you have been stranded in the outer courtyard for the past two years, becoming a big mountain in front of many foundation building disciples.
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Many disciples were looking forward to it, but unfortunately, the two men never met in the end, but had their own opponents.
Su Qinian also focused his attention. He had completed the third level of the "Ecstasy Technique" and his mental power had greatly increased. Even if he didn't use his skills, his mental power could reach his eyes and he could handle everything on the martial arts field, down to the smallest detail.
Panoramic view.
Obviously, neither Wei Qinghu of Lei Shifeng nor Qinglu of Baiyun Peak had encountered a real opponent. Even Wei Qinghu's opponent had not completed the sixth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique" and almost gave up directly with a wry smile.
There is no fighting spirit at all.
As a result, this second round was unremarkable. Although there were outstanding disciples who ended up, it was uneventful.
Cang!
The stove rang again, and Qingyu slowly stood up.
As soon as he moved, many eyes gathered. With Fatty Zhuyu in front of him, many disciples from the outer courtyard were a little wary of the three people from Qingyang Peak.
When Qingyu climbed onto the sky platform, a young man on the opposite side sneered: "So it's you."
"Huang Qingli."
Qingyu spoke in a calm tone and said: "The dog of Huangya Peak."
The eyes of the deacon in the corner of the sky platform moved slightly, while some of the disciples from the outer courtyard of Huangya Peak who were watching the battle were a little stunned. They did not expect that such a change would happen, but Qingyu's voice was too calm, without any emotion, and fell into Huang Qingli's ears.
, is a complete contempt and humiliation.
His eyes became cold, and Huang Qingli rebuked coldly: "I hope your sword is as sharp as your mouth, but my defeated generals are also showing their posture here. The one who keeps dying without surprising words is the poet saint, and you are nothing. You only want to impress people."
Somewhat self-aware!"
Are you defeated?
Huang Qingli's voice was loud, and many disciples from the outer courtyard caught the sound. At this time, the eyes he looked at Qingyu were a little different. Many disciples from the outer courtyard at Huangya Peak showed a joking look. This was a annual festival competition, not just to show off one's words.
, such as the scene at this moment, they have seen too many in daily life, they are all hysterical children from poor families who lament the unfair fate, do not ask for changes, only blame others.
With everyone watching, Qing Yu remained unmoved on the sky platform and said: "Draw out your sword, you only have one chance."
Instead, Huang Qingli calmed down and said, "I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a while, you became a little more calm. I thought that with the Qingyang Peak inheritance, I would be able to surpass everyone. If it were another year, I would be cautious, but now, you also
Don't be afraid of Feng Da flashing your tongue, draw your sword, and let me see how far you have reached in converting three pure things into one breath."
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Qingyu didn't move and just stood there, which made many Huangya Peak disciples frown under the sky platform, and some Fifth Academy disciples also raised their eyebrows. This second person from Qingyang Peak was too arrogant. On the stage, Huang Qingli's face finally cooled down and he scolded: "Arrogant!"
Clang!
The long, broad-bladed sword tied with a tendon ribbon on his back was unsheathed. The tip of Huang Qingli's sword touched the ground and he began to take steps.
A series of metal friction sounds, accompanied by tiny sparks, Huang Qingli's eyes were cold at this moment, as if he had been born through a thousand-year ice cave.
At the same time, behind him, a fiery red horse in the process of transformation came to the world. This is the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". Although it is just a beginner, it is enough to make many outer courtyard disciples envious.
"Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" has seven layers, skin, tendons, bones, and marrow, which are advanced layer by layer. The most difficult part is refining the marrow.
If there are more than a thousand disciples in the entire Wudang outer academy, excluding the entry-level disciples who have already established the foundation, less than 20% can break through the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" to the seventh level, and nearly half of the rest are at the sixth level.
, I have only a little knowledge of the seventh level of marrow refining, and it is difficult to understand it.
Phew!
The next moment, Huang Qingli took action. His body was like a sword, and his feet were like sharp swords unsheathed. He was several feet away in an instant. The long sword with a broad blade in his hand was as sharp as snow. In an instant, it was split into two, and two lines of sword were formed.
Substantial sword shadows shrouded the key points on Qingyu's head and chest respectively.
One Qi transforms three pure things!
As soon as he made a move, Huang Qingli did not hold back. He remained vigilant, and the sword style evolved to the extreme as soon as he moved. He believed that his understanding of Wudang's basic swordsmanship, the only swordsmanship, had reached the pinnacle of understanding, and he was just waiting for the opportunity.
Once you have a sudden enlightenment, you will be able to attain the essence of trance, and you will truly achieve perfection with one sword.
"Good swordsmanship!"
As soon as Huang Qingli drew his sword, many Huangya Peak disciples around the Tian Platform expressed their admiration. Even the supervising deacon on the Tian Platform also nodded secretly. Wudang established the world with swordsmanship and was famous all over the world. Not only within the territory of the Han Dynasty, but also
The countries in the four directions, and even the monster countries in the four seas, also have a great reputation for Wudang swordsmanship.
At Huang Qingli's age, when he first started to dabble in swordsmanship, his Qi Transformation Sanqing was able to show his talent for the first time. Among the disciples from the outer courtyard, he was already above average.
Until the sharp breath of the sword tip came to him, Qing Yu remained motionless on the sky platform, less than a foot away.
Nine inches, eight inches, seven inches, six inches...
Three inches!
Time seemed to have stood still at this moment, and even the deacon supervising on the sky platform was full of internal energy, ready to take action at any time.
Ding!
At this moment, Qing Yu took action. The index finger and middle finger of his right hand rose together like a sword. The sword finger turned into an afterimage, piercing through the two sword shadows, breaking through the illusion, and pointed on the sword body.
The sword move was cut off, and Huang Qingli's chest stagnated, almost vomiting blood. He moved his steps and turned again. It was obvious that he had experienced a life-and-death fight. The sword move changed again in the blink of an eye. He was running with all his energy and blood, and a wide blade was long.
The sword in his hand was like an embroidery needle. He struck the sword like wind, one sword after another, and the air was like cracked silk, with holes cut open.
Even the other disciples of the Fifth Academy, many of them lamented that they were not as good as the stabbing sword style, one of the basic sword techniques. In the hands of Huang Qingli, whether it was the strength or speed of the sword, or the control of the angle, it was almost impeccable, with a wide blade and a long sword.
The sword in his hand moves like an arm, without any sluggishness.
Huang Qingli was like this, and Qing Yu even made many people's breath stagnant. The black-handled long sword behind his back was not unsheathed, but was just a mortal body, with two sword fingers. Huang Qingli was faster, Qing Yu was faster, he even held one hand behind his back,
On the other hand, the sword pointed like light. His eyes were indifferent, and he had a calm and gentle temperament. However, every finger was successful. Every sword from Huang Qingli was cut off before it was halfway through.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sword finger collided with the sword body, and even produced the sound of gold and iron. Later, the sounds were connected in a series and turned into a long sword cry. (Please subscribe, please give me a monthly ticket, genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu
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