Chapter 13 The Outer Sect Competition Ending

"Outer Gate, Huang Lin"

"Outer door, often"

When Huang Lin just heard his uncle calling Chang Wei's name on the stage, he was still wondering if it was the one who called Fu.

In fact, in the original competition, there was no process of self-reporting your name. It started with the uncle shouting from the side.

When Huang Lin raised his head for the first time, he held a sword in one hand and saluted, then called out his name and won with ease. This etiquette became popular in just three or four days.

The sword-holding salute that the opposite party often performs is also up to standard, and he may have practiced it in private.

The starting moves are still the courtesy moves discussed within Huashan, "Green Pines Welcome Guests" and "Green Mountains Hidden".

This time, Huang Lin didn't make any random gestures. It was the first time he fought with the people in the 3-year group, and he was prepared to stabilize himself. If the car overturned, it would be a big loss.

Because I have heard Huang Lin's name a lot in the past few days, I acted like "Gubai Sensen" to get the upper hand.

Huang Lin fought for a while and tested his opponent's strength.

It's okay, it's not beyond the tolerance range, and I feel much more at ease.

move, push

progress, wipe

sideways, flirting

I didn't come up with anything new, I still used the same basic sword postures with small steps, guarding and attacking, and I was familiar with Chang Wei's rhythm steadily.

I often see this and don't rush to attack.

Both sides are playing steadily, looking for each other's weaknesses.

Twenty moves

Thirty moves

After fifty moves.

Chang Wei's physical exertion was obviously greater than that of Huang Lin. If there were no variables, he would definitely be defeated in the end.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to speed up his attack in order to gain an opportunity.

The disciples in the audience couldn't see why, they just said that Huang Lin was tired of defending because of his sharp offensive, and they started talking about it.

Ning Zhongze and Wang Xuerong were very anxious, but the little fat man was full of confidence in Huang Lin.

Yue Chaoqun, who had already finished, was frowning in the audience.

Huang Lin remained unhurried on the stage, mastering various basic sword styles at his fingertips, and the occasional counterattack made Chang Wei feel frightened. Apart from the uncles in the stands, he was probably the only one who knew the pain.

Being forced to do so, Chang Wei could only increase his strength and speed, hoping to complete the victory in one battle.

After a few moves, Huang Lin saw that he was starting to go all out. He took advantage of his "borderless falling wood" to chop him down, held him up and took a small step back. This was the first time the two of them had distanced themselves since the competition.

Sure enough, Chang Wei immediately took the move "Youfeng Laiyi" and rushed towards him, piercing the front door with the tip of his sword.

move

When Chang Wei ran behind him, Huang Lin took the opportunity to put away his sword and hit him in the back with the hilt of the sword, causing him to stagger.

Then he followed the force and turned around to approach, placing the sword blade on his shoulder and neck.

Chang Wei didn't even turn around, so he had to admit defeat when he saw the situation.

The audience was suddenly in an uproar.

"It's so outrageous. I thought Chang Wei would win just now, but why did he suddenly fail?"

"Yes, look at Huang Lin, he didn't even break a sweat."

"Yes, yes, my clothes and hair are not messed up. It looks like I won easily."

"It's so handsome. If I had this ability, I would be able to enter the inner gate."

"Old man, if you don't open your mouth about such a good idea, Old Tan will snatch it away."

In the stands, Luan Qingrou looked at her wife with a smile.

"He dares! Huh?"

Hearing this, the old man turned his head and glanced sideways at Tan Qingfang and said.

Tan Qingfang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't hit him again and again. He could only silently pinch his beard and pretend not to hear.

"I heard that the head junior brother is also interested in this Huang Lin. Alas, this little guy's talent is too good and his character is not bad. He has attracted many people."

Luan Qingrou continued to stimulate her wife.

"Hmph, that boy Feng Qingyang was there before. I was pitiful for my junior uncle who didn't have a successor, otherwise I could give him the mantle. Let's see who fights with me this time!"

Tan Qingfang next to him couldn't hold back and curled his lips: It happened more than ten years ago and I still remember it. You can't beat the junior uncle, right? Otherwise, you will be so angry that you will leave this position to me?

Unexpectedly, the old man noticed this little move and turned around to attack him.

"What do you mean? Is what I said wrong? It seems that you have made good progress in the past few years. Do you want to stay and try again?"

"Senior Brother Chen, you are being unreasonable. If you don't accept other people's children, how can you give others hope?"

Tan Qingfang thought about it. He was too old and his face was not good-looking after being beaten by his senior brother, so he could only reply softly.

"Hmph! Who said I wouldn't accept it? I wasn't observing it before."

"Everything you said is correct, everything is correct."

"Okay, the second round of lots over there has been drawn. I'll send someone to talk to the head junior brother to avoid any complications."

Luan Qingrou interrupted the argument between the two old men.

There was no rest between the two rounds of competition. By the time Huang Lin and Chang Wei finished their fight, the other two arenas had already ended, and the winners there were all seniors in the 7-year group.

In the end, the only newcomers who made it to the second round were Huang Lin, Ning Zhongze and Yue Chaoqun.

Ning Zhong received a short-term lottery, but this round of short-term lottery could not directly advance to the top ten. She had to compete with those who lost in this round.

In the second round, there are only two games in each of the three arenas. If you win, you will get six places in the top ten. If you lose, they will go to the third round with Ningzhong to compete for four places.

In Yue Chaoqun's first match in the C-level competition, his opponent was an old man in the 7-year group.

When he came to the stage, he had not yet recovered. He barely managed to hold on for more than ten moves and then lost.

On the other hand, in the B League, Bai Zimo from the 3-year group and Qu Zhongmei from the 7-year group fought brilliantly, and in the end Bai Zimo won the New Year's Eve group.

The final results came out in the Jia Lei competition. Jing Sanli from the 7-year group easily defeated his opponent from the 3-year group.

"call"

Huang Lin breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly.

It was his turn next, and his opponent was the old man in the 7-year group, Yuan Xiaoyang.

Among the remaining people in the 7-year group, this person is not too strong, but he is not weak either.

After simply testing a few moves, Huang Lin realized that what he had thought before was right.

In a tough fight, he would be defeated if he could hold on forty or fifty moves at most.

You can’t hide your tricks at the bottom of the box!

At this time, Yuan Xiaoyang came over with a "breeze and refreshing" style.

Huang Lin didn't block, and after dodging, the wooden sword in his hand followed his force, which was similar to the last blow he had just struck Chang Wei.

Yuan Xiaoyang's sword suddenly swung away, and Huang Lin followed suit and slashed downwards.

After ten moves, Yuan Xiaoyang's disadvantage gradually increased, so he restrained his strength and launched his moves. The strength of his previous move was about 70-80%, but now it was only 50%.

The effect was immediate. Even if Huang Lin used his strength to break the move, it would not have much impact on him, not to mention that his physical strength was already stronger than the opponent's.

After regaining his confidence, Yuan Xiaoyang's offensive became vigorous.

When Huang Lin saw this, he was not in a hurry. What he was afraid of was that the opponent's power was overwhelming. Now that he had withdrawn half of his power, there was nothing he could do if he could no longer compete.

Use the basic formulas such as sinking your heart, supporting, sweeping, point, and intercepting one by one.

Several times, Yuan Xiaoyang's sword passed close to him, causing everyone in the audience to exclaim in surprise.

It's not that Huang Lin meant to show off, but he got used to it when he was practicing martial arts in the Sea of ​​Knowledge and sparring with Tang Shao who was twice as strong as he was.

Another twenty moves passed, and Yuan Xiaoyang felt like a fish in a fishing net.

When he was in his normal state before, he was hit hard by the opponent's strange moves and was unable to use them. Now that he has withdrawn his strength, the opponent is normal and the fight is quite satisfying, but he feels that he can't beat him!

A person who has been in the outer sect for 7 years but cannot enter the inner sect must not be very talented. Otherwise, he would have been spotted by the masters of the Qing generation and would not have waited until now.

Yuan Xiaoyang tried a few more moves, but had no choice but to increase his strength.

Huang Lin noticed that the wooden sword in his hand was frustrated, so he switched to a method of using force, and he also had an extra trigger.

The so-called Yin is the style of Tai Chi he named after himself.

At this time, Yuan Xiaoyang's "boundless falling wood" struck.
To be continued...