Chapter 11 Exterior Gate Competition

"All the world is thrown!"

The little fat man roared and rushed over with a move of "You Feng Laiyi".

The boy opposite was already nervous, but was startled by the little fat man's voice. When he heard another strange call, he was a little confused.

He took a step back in a panic, blocked the wooden sword in his hand to the right, barely storming the sword in his future.

The little fat man took advantage of his strength and swept across the board with a move of "Gu Bosson" but shouted:

"The sky is filled with rain and sprinkles money!"

The referee next to him was almost dark, and the people in the stands were attracted by the roar of the little fat man and were also happy.

"Haha, this little fat guy is interesting!" The big and thick elder Bear was laughing at the table.

At this time, the thin young man had lost his center of gravity and had no time to take back the weapons in his hand. He could only watch the fat man's wooden sword sweeping towards his head.

The uncle on the side rushed over, took the fat man's neck and turned it around for a while.

"Who dares to attack me? See if my daughter is gone!"

Huang Lin was stunned in the audience, watching the fat man who was too immersed in the show, thinking about whether he would let go first, pretending not to know him.

Ning Zhong hugged Wang Xuerong, whose face was flushed, and laughed.

"Okay! Qian Duoduo won in this competition."

The uncle casually pulled the sword that the little fat man stabbed towards him and slapped him in the head.

The little fat man was photographed and woke up. Hearing that he had won, he rushed off the stage regardless of the situation and headed straight for Huang Lin.

Huang Lin: Don’t come here!!!

In the end, I couldn't help but pull the fat man into the crowd with the scorching eyes around me. After turning a few times, I felt that my vision was not so hot, so I breathed a sigh of relief. It was so embarrassing.

The thin boy on the stage, with a look of aggrievance, walked off the ring with dissatisfaction, and glared in the direction of the fat man before leaving.

After the fat guy's fuss, the atmosphere was no longer as serious as before.

"This little fat guy has the style of my old bear, and this move is also good."

Elder Xiong was overjoyed in the stands, and kept muttering about the little fat man’s name.

Some people around him said that this little fat man was shameless, but some senior executives left an impression.

The subsequent competition continues.

Some are so nervous that they are defeated by one move; some are deformed to trip themselves; some are fighting to the point where they "death" their sword moves; some are defeated by a few moves, with extraordinary demeanor; some are fighting all the best

He tried his best, but eventually he was exhausted and unconscious, which made everyone see through his eyes.

"B, Zero, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, Seven, are ready."

Not long after, it was Huang Lin's turn.

Ning Zhongze and the little fat man had the first round, and he encouraged Wang Xuerong without any burden.

But in Huang Lin's opinion, Wang Xuerong is much stronger than them in her heart. She is weak in character, but she is a girl with a stronger heart.

Within two minutes, the winner of the B-shaped bell was decided.

He took a long breath and finally decided to act as planned. He tidied up his clothes and walked onto the stage slowly with a calm expression on his face.

After the two of them stood still, Huang Lin held the sword in his left hand, held the hilt forward with his palm, clasped the outside sword grid with his thumb, stretched his index finger straight against the hilt, and clasped the inside sword grid with his other three fingers, and the sword body was vertical, and the sword was

He gently pressed his face against his left forearm, with the tip of his sword facing up. Hold the sword with his right hand, with the palm of his hand facing inward, and his right arm hangs to the right side of his body, look forward, straighten his body and perform a sword-holding ceremony.

"Exterior door, Huang Lin."

This action was seen on TV in his previous life, and he has never seen anyone use it yet. In order to attract the attention of the big guys in the stands, he has secretly practiced this action for a long time.

The guy opposite suddenly couldn't get rid of it. Seeing Huang Lin making a move similar to a fist-clapping ceremony and even signing up, he followed suit and gestured in a hurry.

"Exterior Gate, Wang. Wang Changhe."

When I was saluting, the sword tip was cut from my waist and was shocked. Fortunately, it was a wooden sword, otherwise I would have committed suicide on the spot.

"Let's get started."

The referee looked helpless, but fortunately he didn't start just now, otherwise he wouldn't have to compete.

After calming down, Wang Changhe started to "Cangsong Welcoming Guests" with a ritual style.

Huang Lin casually slashed the empty space on the right, but there was no fixed pattern "The green mountains faintly".

Although Wang Changhe felt strange, he was not too surprised and steadily used the Huashan sword technique.

hold, hang, rack, melt, cut

As Huang Lin moved in a short step, he resolved the opponent's moves one by one, only resisting and no counterattack.

The stands are all people with deep internal strength and clever ears and eyes. After being attracted by Huang Lin's sword holding record, they have been looking at this side.

Seeing him simply moving a few steps and using a few basic styles to block his opponent easily, everyone was amazed.

Everyone knows that those who came to the stage today only practice martial arts for half a year at most, and if they can reach this level in half a year, they can no longer tolerate a talent. What the outer school teaches is only familiar with the moves, and even split and disrupt the order of the moves.

I haven't taught it, let alone use the basics directly.

Some elders turned around and looked around, trying to find out if someone had stole vegetables.

"Old man, how?"

Luan Qingrou looked at her husband with a smile.

"Look at it again."

The old man nodded slightly, wearing a green robe, and did not wear a shallow momen suit like other elders. A wooden hairpin was casually inserted into his gray hair.

Tan Qingfang, who was sitting aside, felt uncomfortable all over, and felt like he had eaten a dead mouse, and yelled in his heart: I want it, no need to look at it anymore!!

A little further away, Ning Qingyu and his wife Wan Qingji were also discussing Huang Lin.

"Senior brother, this child is well taken care of, and you can take care of your robe. Mu'er is not as good as that of this age."

Wan Qingji saw that Huang Lin obviously wanted his opponent to finish what he learned and make his opponent perform, and had a good impression of him.

Since the founding of the Huashan School of Guangning, the head of the Southern Song Dynasty, has never had a precedent for fathers to pass on their sons, and she has no idea of ​​letting her sons rise to power.

"It's really good. This kid seems to be with the little girl just now. Let's take a look first, there will be several rounds later."

Ning Qingyu was also very satisfied with Huang Lin.

There were also many people discussing him elsewhere, nodding from time to time.

Huang Lin on the ring knew nothing about this. After Wang Changhe finished using a set of Huashan sword technique, he began to repeat it. The wooden sword was pulled out and the sword was already on the other party's shoulder.

"Give up!"

Retreat and retract the sword, extremely free and easy.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Huang, for keeping up, Junior Brother is willing to give in to the disadvantage!"

Wang Changhe knew in his heart that with Huang Lin's strength, he could defeat him in just a few moves, so he was not unwilling to accept it. After learning to hold a sword ceremony, he turned around and left.

"Huang Lin, win!"

"Haha, I knew my senior brother would definitely win. Look at it, how easy it is."

The little fat man shouted at Ning Zhongze and Wang Xuerong, happier than he won by himself.

"Tsk, you say he's just a monster."

Ning Zhongze curled his lips. She knew Huang Lin's strength and had basically no opponent in the same year.

"Senior Brother Huang is a genius."

Wang Xuerong whispered, but the two of them didn't hear it and were ignored again.

When Huang Lin walked down the ring, there were many people watching him.

After more than one day, many people won easily, but the first one is as casual and freehand as him, who is as basic as sword-like throughout the whole process.

Most people in the same year knew that he was great, but they were used to it. The top ten in the other two groups vaguely regarded him as their opponent, but they didn't take it too seriously.

After Wang Xuerong came on stage for a while, they would not compete today and tomorrow. There were nearly 2,000 new disciples, and the first round would take two days to complete.

She was in the 157th round, and it was almost noon. A few of them stayed on the side of the A-shaped ring. The people on the stage changed one after another. Huang Lin would occasionally talk about the mistakes of those people and deal with them.

Methods, etc., several people gained a little.

During this period, I also saw several more familiar people.

For example, Tang Shao, his sword skills are ordinary and can only be considered to be middle-aged and upper-middle, but this guy is twelve years old and looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old. He is born with great strength and strong, and is one size bigger than an ordinary person. He is the wooden sword that is one size bigger than an ordinary person.

The guy who competed with him in his hands was trembling when he stepped down.

Huang Lin immediately decided to try to be with Tang Shao in his mind later. His situation was slightly similar to those of the old men, but his swordsmanship was too different. See if he could find some inspiration in him.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and the one who has just entered the character "A" has already been 156 rounds.

Wang Xuerong still looks so delicate. They usually play this way when they are talking to each other, so they are not too worried about her. They are used to it. As long as they don’t meet those slightly more powerful people, at her level,
To be continued...