Today, the person who came to the Lower Court to teach was no longer Song Jian from before, but an inner disciple named Wan Suo whom Chu Fan had never seen before.
Unlike Song Jian, this Wan Suo has very little patience and seems to be too lazy to even do superficial perfunctory things.
The content of the lectures is also very dull, almost all of it is from the "Zhenwu Boxing Sutra", and there is no mention of skills or experience at all.
In fact, this is the norm.
There are only a handful of inner disciples who are truly willing to share their experiences in the House of Commons. This is why the outer disciples at the top of the rankings do not come to the courtyard every day to attend classes.
Soon, the boring lecture ended.
Chu Fan stood up at this time and searched for the target among his fellow disciples.
Facing Chu Fan's gaze, his fellow disciples all gave way, while those who were targeted by Chu Fan had unlucky looks on their faces and had no choice but to step down and join the fight.
After defeating six of his fellow disciples in a row, Chu Fan came to Ma Changlong: "Senior Brother Ma, please give me some advice!"
Ma Changlong nodded with a gloomy face.
Both sides took sides and took a stance.
Ma Changlong glanced at Wansuo in the distance without revealing any trace, and found that the inner disciple who was presiding over the competition seemed to be paying attention to the competition of other disciples, and he was convinced.
Then, he looked at Chu Fan and said secretly: "This kid was promoted to the fourth orifice a few days ago, and I have now reached the sixth orifice. I have mental arithmetic but no intention. I can break his heart with one move, so
No need to use all your strength!"
Although he agreed to beat Chu Fan to death in public, Ma Changlong still wanted to make the beating of Chu Fan an accident out of consideration for Chu Chen.
In this way, he can not only get benefits, but also get rid of the relationship.
After all, there will inevitably be damage in a martial arts competition. As long as things are done like an accident, even if Chu Chen is a true disciple, there is nothing that can be done to him.
Chu Fan didn't think too much and just kept his energy up as usual.
In an instant, the two of them flew out at the same time.
Bang...
The two people who collided with each other clashed with each other, making a muffled sound. At the same time, the huge energy turned into air waves and vented to the surroundings.
"What!?"
Ma Changlong, who was knocked back a few steps, was secretly shocked. The punch he intended to shatter Chu Fan's heart failed to do anything to Chu Fan.
"Huh!"
Chu Fan, who took a few steps back, also let out a light sigh.
In the previous move, he used 60% of his energy, which should have been enough to sweep him, but the result was only a close fight.
Soon, both sides suppressed their thoughts at the same time and pounced on each other again.
Bang bang bang...
Suddenly, the energy is released, and the fist wind bursts!
In the entire lower courtyard, whether they were fellow disciples who were discussing or communicating with each other, they all stopped at this moment and looked at Chu Fan and Ma Changlong in surprise.
Wan Suo, who was presiding over the competition, had a sinister look on his face.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
During the fierce fight, Ma Changlong screamed in his heart.
He originally thought that he had concealed his cultivation of the fifth orifice and secretly broke through the sixth orifice. He was strong enough to easily crush Chu Fan and wipe away the depression of the past few years.
But they never thought that not only could they fail to capture Chu Fan, but they would also make the situation get out of control and attract everyone's attention.
Fortunately, he had practiced the 'spiral energy', and the overflowing energy was covered up by the 'spiral energy'. The strength seemed to be only about the level of the four orifices, so it did not cause any surprises from others.
Bang...
There was another roar, and the two people in the fierce fight flew backwards at the same time, each hitting the wall before barely stopping.
Such a fierce fight was slightly beyond the scope of the competition, so the fellow disciples in the courtyard subconsciously looked at Wan Suo, who was presiding over the competition.
However, although Wan Suo's face was gloomy, he had no intention of stopping.
Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Ma Changlong stared at Chu Fan fiercely and said secretly: "You damn thing, why don't you just die honestly? Since you are forcing me like this, then I can only punch you one after another.
I’ll beat you to death!”
He had used all his strength just now, but he firmly believed that with his six-aperture cultivation, his energy would be stronger than Chu Fan's. Even if he had to fight for endurance, he would win in the end.
Chu Fan thought to himself: "What the hell, only 430 people have encountered such a tough situation? Forget it, never mind, I just want to practice with him and see where my current limit is!"
Just now he only used 80% of his energy, but now he felt that if he didn't use all his strength, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat his opponent.
The two sides only looked at each other for a few breaths.
Both of them have developed eye and ear acupoints, as well as hearing and vision. At the same time, they also practice Zhenwuquan, so they are evenly matched in terms of moves. The final victory lies in Qi Jin.
So after they regained their composure, without any tricks, the two kicked off their feet again and flew towards each other.
Bang...
The muffled sound that made people's eardrums hurt came out again, and then with a 'boom', Ma Changlong flew backwards and crashed into the wall of Qingfeng Courtyard, disappearing from everyone's sight in the smoke and dust.
Chu Fan was stunned for a moment, speechless: "He had used all his strength before? But his expression just now didn't look like he had no energy left?"
Then he glanced at the fellow disciples around him guiltily.
This time, the fellow disciples looked away and retreated further.
Chu Fan looked helplessly at Wan Suo, who was presiding over the competition, and explained: "This is really an accident!"
Wansuo still looked gloomy.
After a while, Chu Fan left Qingfengyuan.
After emergency treatment, Ma Changlong's life was saved, but I heard that he would not be able to recover for three to five years if his meridians were injured.
Because it was an accident during a sparring session, Chu Fan was not punished.
But he was very depressed. He thought that with his five orifices' cultivation, it would be easy to break into the ranking of more than 300.
I never expected that I would meet a master like Ma Changlong when I reached more than 430 people.
"Judging from the overflowing energy, Ma Changlong indeed only has four orifices. Why is his energy so fierce when it explodes? Even my five orifices can't be suppressed? It's because my cultivation level has improved too quickly recently and my foundation is unstable.
The reason?"
Whether judging from his appearance or analyzing his strength, Ma Changlong seems to have only four orifices.
So after today's battle, Chu Fan reflected on himself and felt that it was so difficult for him to win against five or four, so there must be something wrong with him.
At the same time, he had a new judgment about his fellow disciples in the outer courtyard: "The challenge has to stop for a while. My current strength is not qualified to enter the top 400, so I'd better just keep trying!"
Only those with at least six orifices are eligible to participate in the internal examination.
And it was so difficult for him to hit Ma Changlong with four orifices, so he felt that he should not overestimate himself. It was best to stick to seven or eight orifices to be safe.
After a second thought, he muttered again: "If I meet a real genius, I might not be able to defeat him with eight orifices. No, nine orifices are the best!"