Chapter 10 Exterior Gate Competition

October 20, 20th, the sixth year of Chenghua, Ming Dynasty

Huang Lin’s long-awaited outer door competition finally kicked off.

During this period, the little fat man's nervous mood was successfully solved by him, although it was a bit different from what he imagined.

The rules for the competition are simple. First draw lots in batches, and start with 7 years and 3 years. Compete with this year's newcomers and decide the top ten each.

The first day was the 7-year group and the 3-year group, and the top 10 were won.

The second, third and fourth days are the newcomers who have just started this year.

On the fifth day, 30 people from the three years were merged and then drawn and compared again. Unlike previous years, the last top ten people this year went directly to the inner door. If anyone was not selected, the elders would also designate the master, which was equivalent to the package.

Allocation.

Those outside the ten, like in previous years, have better performance in the competition, the higher the chances of being selected.

There is no requirement for the competition. I went on stage to let go of my hands and feet, and there is no such restriction as not being able to intentionally hurt people. With the level of these outer disciples, it is difficult to hurt people with the uncle of the Qing generation.

After finishing the lottery, more than half an hour has passed.

Huang Lin and others checked their signings.

Huang Lin, Yiling Qisan, means the middle arena, this year's entry, round 73.

Qian Duoduo, C015, right arena, this year's entry, round 15.

Ning Zhongze, Yiling and Zero, the middle arena, this year's entry, round 9.

Wang Xuerong, Jia Zero157, the left ring, this year's entry, round 157.

They all breathed a sigh of relief if they didn't meet.

"The first 7 years are 39, 3 years are 628, and this year's newcomers are 1916, Wanger and others work hard, and the competition begins."

The competition began in an orderly manner. Those who went to the arena first were at least 14 years old. Some of the inner sect’s senior brothers were the same group as them, but their identities and martial arts were already very different.

The competition between the same schoolmates usually starts with "Cangsong welcomes guests" and "Qingshan faintly" and then it is considered to be the official start. However, their duel is much more wise than what Huang Lin usually sees, if not on the ring

If you are taking care of the uncle, even if you use a wooden sword, someone may be able to hang the color.

It was similar to what he had considered before. Although these senior brothers who had been learning the external martial arts and martial arts like him, they had accumulated over the years and had much more powerful sword skills than their novices.

With Huang Lin's eyes, he still couldn't see the depth of others' internal strength, but he thought he was deeper than him.

Although the external sect is not able to know the specific use of internal power and how it is related to swordsmanship, the increase in strength alone will increase the intensity of the usual moves. If you encounter someone with deep internal power, you may have one move.

Can shoot down the wooden sword in his hand.

But he had some thoughts.

There were less than 40 old students in the 7-year group, each with two games, and there was only one lucky bye. I didn’t even have half an hour in total, and the top ten came out.

Because they don’t need to rank, their subsequent competition will not start again until the fifth day.

But no one left, and they were all watching the showdown between the others below.

Most of the seniors in the 3-year group are weaker than in the 7-year group, and the competition speed is faster than them. The average number of people in the 7-year group is about 70 or 80 moves per game, while most of the three-year group are forty or fifty.

The move ends.

When the first round of the three-year group was completed, Elder Yuan came to the stage to announce a rest for half an hour.

So Huang Lin and the other four rushed to the cafeteria with the crowd.

"Senior brother, how? Are you sure?"

Ning Zhongze looked at her all morning and felt that everyone was better than her and she was a little lacking in confidence.

"Who knows that I haven't beaten, and I can't see anything below. Besides, they have been practicing for several years, so it's normal that they are better than us."

"It's not that I have to be in the top ten. Senior Brother Huang is so powerful, there must be an elder who likes it. Maybe several people will grab it."

The little fat man was very confident in Huang Lin. He was not nervous at all, but a number would occasionally float out of his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Fat Qian Senior Brother is right."

Wang Xuerong whispered. It was just that the surroundings were too noisy and no one heard it.

After lunch, the other three were left to continue watching the game, and Huang Lin went straight back to the dormitory.

It’s not that he is arrogant. He has a clear idea after watching the 7-year group and most of the 3-year group in one morning. It’s not very useful to continue reading it. It’s better to practice the thoughts from the morning.

Originally, when practicing with Senior Brother Tang Bukai in his mind, he had always used the Huashan sword technique. He lost in two or three moves at first, but now he can persist in more than seventy moves. He is even familiar with Tang Bukai's random moves.

, He could guess what move this was, and he also knew how to break it. But it was useless. He could see it with his eyes, but he couldn't keep up with the movements, so he could only passively resist and then lose.

Today I saw the question I thought of after the 7-year competition. It was a bit similar. I know you are very strong and don’t touch you. But the Huashan sword technique I have learned now is just thirteen styles, and there are not much changes in the future.

They are all too familiar with each other.

So he changed his mind. Huashan sword technique is not good. What if he uses the basic sword style?

The basic thirteenth style is not fixed frame type. Standing straight piercing is a "prick" and side straight piercing is also a "prick", regression, moving. They are all "pricks".

And what about the fixed frame? Take the "White Clouds Come Out of the Mountain" in Huashan Sword Technique for example. It is like turning around and squatting, turning back and cutting back, and fighting with people, rarely using a complete move. But he is a Tianshen.

He hung half of it upside down, and then picked up a Feng Laiyi or something. He couldn't use it now, and his martial arts practice was too shallow.

He knows a lot of theory, but with his current ability, most of them are castles in the air. Excluding most of them is impossible, only the basics are left. Anyway, my mind only hurts and doesn't hurt. I don't worry about the competition in the same year. I have enough time.

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Lying on the bed, I went straight into the jade plate, found the figure of Senior Brother Tang Bukai, and started to try it.

He restrained his habit of using Huashan sword technique and relied on basic styles to block and parry throughout the whole process. He used basic styles to match moves before, but it was not so pure.

Two moves, three moves, two moves. Sixteen, fourteen, seventeen.

After playing for more than twenty games, none of them had more than twenty moves. In the middle, he occasionally unconsciously used the Huashan sword technique. Huang Lin stopped to summarize. Although he was much less than the previous seventy moves, he could

I obviously feel the room for progress, but the habit has not been changed.

Come again

After more than twenty more games, Huang Lin pondered for a while, but did not look for Tang Bukai again, and replaced the most familiar little fat man.

Side step, stand, push.

Move and sweep.

Progress, thorn.

The little fat man dissipated directly and appeared not far away.

Five rounds were done in just two or three moves, so Huang Lin changed his personal form.

Ning Zhongze, Feng Pinglu, Yue Chaoqun, and Tang Shao.

This Yue Chaoqun is sure to be Yue Buqun. In addition, Feng Pinglu is likely to be Feng Buping, but I didn’t expect that they were all in the same group as him, only two or three years older than him. In the future, the two leaders of Qi Jian Sect will now be

He was just a little brat as old as him.

He defeated some of the top freshmen of the same year and successively beat more than a dozen of them.

Seeing that it was getting dark, I went out and changed my mind.

I don't know whether there is any problem with this method, but if you want to get the ranking in five days, this is the best solution he can think of. After an afternoon of practice, under normal martial arts performance, in addition to the huge pressure on him facing Tang Bukai, he was not only in the face of great pressure on him.

The remaining powerful Yue Chaoqun and Tang Shao can only defeat him in just over seventy moves.

At night, I didn't even practice internal skills, so I went to find Tang Bukai to be abused in my mind, feeling progress, pain and happiness, thinking that there will be a competition tomorrow, and I will rest after not practicing for long.

"New disciple, the competition begins."

The field was already full of people, and the old students who finished the competition yesterday were there, gathering in groups of three or three.

Several people were between the two arenas of B and C, accompanying Ning Zhongze and Qian Duoduo, and they would have to come in a while.

The little fat man seemed to be quite excited today, and his eyes were not right. Huang Lin was busy performing martial arts last night and didn't pay attention to him.

Ning Zhong was much calmer, just like everyone else, with a bit of normal tension.

Huang Lin and the others were also familiar with the first group of Yi-like rosters, Feng Pinglu and Zhou Yin.

Yesterday, I fought with Feng Pinglu for a lot of round trips. The impression has been very fast. I was the best among the people of the same year, otherwise I would not have been exposed by him, and I will not be left until now.

Zhou Yin is a little more ordinary, he is a little bored and doesn’t like to communicate.

In less than twenty moves, Feng Pinglu pushed away Zhou Yin's wooden sword, and then "Xiao Shi Chenglong" and put the sword on his shoulder. The victory and defeat were decided.

Among the crowd on the right side of the audience, Tan Qingfang, the great elder of the Sword Sect, nodded and praised: "It's not bad."

"generally!"

An old man next to him had gray hair and a look older than Tan Qingfang, and he had a expressionless voice.

Elder Tan's eyes twitched straight, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

"You, they are so old, they have only been practicing martial arts for more than half a year, which is very good."

Luan Qingrou was beside him, patted the old man on the shoulder, and said helplessly.
To be continued...