Yang Zhaoxi retreated and soon left the boundary of the martial arts arena. He cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Qin has superb martial arts skills! I am invincible and I really lost this time! When I have time in the future, I will definitely learn this from my senior brother.
Use the exquisite whipping technique!"
Qin Yuanxuan had no choice but to put away his single whip and looked at Yang Chaoxi with a burning gaze. Finally, he sighed softly without exposing him: "Junior brother Yang is smart and eager to learn! After this test, senior brother will regard the beauty of a person and teach him everything he has!"
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There was a tacit understanding and everyone was happy. The two held hands again and bowed to each other.
Wu Xuzi Hao Jinhan appeared again in time, and his voice was like thunder. The snow strips on the few clumps of dead bamboo in front of the verandah were shaken and fell down: "Hahaha! The two 'Martial Arts Level' have changed hands, and I am looking at the 'Spirit'
The disciples of the first generation are really talented! Who else is going to come up and challenge the disciples who defend the martial arts level?"
However, after asking "Who else" three times, there was silence under the corridors on the east and west sides. Hao Jinhan felt a little embarrassed, so he had to clear his throat and continued: "Since the disciples of 'Martial Arts Level A' have been discharged, the following will be followed by'
The disciples who guard the martial arts level B are standing here, waiting for the challenge from the disciples who are fighting."
After Hao Jinhan finished speaking, Huang Shuo, Guan Huer, Hua Yingtian, Miao Fenggao and other ten "Martial Arts Class B" disciples stepped into the martial arts arena one after another, facing outside the arena, and stood in a circle. Some invisible momentum emanated.
As we drove away, within two or three breaths, no one dared to come up and invite a fight.
However, the wait-and-see attitude was soon broken. The disciples in the corridor just now did not say anything. They were just selecting "soft persimmons" suitable for kneading, and they were not really timid.
Chi Lingzi Chai Zi'ang, who invited Yang Chaoxi to fight in the first round but lost in the end, jumped out first, pointed the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand at Yu Lingzi Huang Shuo, and said proudly: "Junior Brother Huang, I invite you to fight!
Do you dare to accept it?"
Huang Shuo raised his eyebrows and replied with a smile: "The defeat is coming, why shouldn't I dare? I am more proficient in using the 'Seizing Fist' than Junior Brother Yang."
After hearing this, Chai Ziang's face instantly darkened. The tense atmosphere quickly spread the coolness like a snowy wind.
The person who walked out slowly next was Jin Lingzi Murong Huaigu. The big money double barrier sword in his hand had been replaced by a double wooden barrier sword. He looked at Guan Huer arrogantly: "Banlanhu, I heard that you are the 'Four Beasts of Mang Mountain'
First of all, my swords are specially designed to chop off tiger heads. Do you dare to challenge me?"
Guan Huer's eyes were cold: "Murong Rich Man, I have seen a lot of wealthy brothers in the temple. You are unique for someone who has no moral integrity." Murong Huaigu laughed and stopped answering. There was a war in his eyes.
The intention is ready to go.
Then five or six more people came up one after another to invite a fight, among them were Yang Chaoxi and Zhuo Songtao, who were defeated in the challenge by "Martial Arts Grade A".
Among the ten "Martial Arts Class B" disciples guarding the ring, only Hua Yingtian and Miao Fenggao did not encounter opponents. It seems that the two men's initial attacks shocked some people, and everyone avoided this pair.
The "hard bones" are left to be chewed at the end.
The competition between Huang Shuo and Chai Ziang can be regarded as "when you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent." Huang Shuo, facing the huge three-pointed two-edged sword in Chai Ziang's hand, naturally did not dare to hold it up, so he chose a wooden sword that was five feet long.
They started fighting "bah, bah, bah".
Because when he was in Taiwei Palace, he and Yang Chaoxi had observed the "Picture of Five Saints and Thousand Officials", Huang Shuo has always been yearning for the illusory "Pei Min Sword Intent". Although he did not understand it at the time, he later learned from Yang
I learned a few points there day and night, and integrated them into "Gongsun Sword Art", and as expected, the power was greatly increased.
Chai Zi'ang didn't know the key, and thought that what Huang Shuo used was just the "Gongsun Sword Technique" that everyone knew. When attacking and defending, he underestimated the enemy. After changing his moves for a few seconds, he was finally cut down by a single sword.
He appeared in the martial arts field and was defeated hastily.
Guan Hu'er usually didn't have a good impression of Murong Huaigu. He smelled like copper and his face was frivolous. He looked like a rich playboy who wanted to avoid disaster. Seeing that he was holding two swords, he took them off the weapon rack.
A "Qinglong Yanyue Sword" came with the intention of using the big sword against the barrier sword to kill his arrogance.
However, this Murong Huaigu was a good talker, although he did not dare to compliment him, but he played with a pair of barrier knives fiercely and skillfully. Occasionally, he used feints frequently, and Guan Huer, who was fighting hard, was shaken with sweat, and his strength gradually gradually
After a while, the sword became heavier and heavier in his hand. It was finally thrown out of the martial arts arena, making Niu Pang'er, Sun Hunian and others who were watching the battle on the verandah bared their teeth and danced in anger.
Zhuo Songtao's challenge this time was still effortless. When the "Martial Arts Class B" disciple who was invited to fight saw him coming up, he even skipped greetings and just clasped his fists and admitted defeat. Zhuo Songtao could only smile humbly.
Laughing, watching the high-spirited junior brother walk out of the martial arts arena first.
The disciple guarding the ring that Yang Zhaoxi invited to fight was a rare senior fellow in the temple. His Taoist name was Huo Lingzi, and his common name was Bai Yourong. He was nicknamed "Although he is defeated, he is still glorious" by his fellow apprentices.
And his character is just like his name, he is very ordinary, but he is often extremely confident, so much so that when he is knocked to the ground, he will scream and fight like a trapped beast, but he refuses to admit defeat!
Most of the brothers who know his style are reluctant to compete with him. Those who are better at martial arts are afraid that he will stalk them endlessly, while those who are less skilled at martial arts are afraid that he will push for an extra step and show no moral integrity.
But after all, Yang Chaoxi was young and ignorant, and did not know the nature of Senior Brother Bai Yourong. It was not until he got into trouble later that he began to regret deeply for his decision to invite the fight. This is a story for another day.
At this moment, Bai Yourong, holding a jujube wood mace, looked at Yang Chaoxi majestically, with more whites than black eyes: "Haha! Junior Brother Yang, I would like to advise you that martial arts are not easy to acquire. It does not take one overnight to reach the top! It is not easy to have both hands and feet.
, when you meet a master, use it and cherish it! Although the victory is tempting, only those who can win it..."
Yang Zhaoxi was confused when she heard this: "Senior brother, please speak more plainly...I don't understand." After saying that, he muttered in a low voice, "There's so much nonsense."
Bai Yourong had a good ear, and when he heard the last whisper, he became furious: "What a little thief! Senior brother will teach you how to behave!"
Before he finished speaking, a wolf-toothed pestle was smashed down on Yang Chaoxi's head. This wolf-toothed pestle was also made of wood, but the teeth were changed into nipples so that they would not pierce the flesh.
Yang Zhaoxi flew back a few steps, ran to the weapon rack, stretched out his foot and kicked a spear into the air, then jumped up and held the spear handle in his hand.
At this time, Bai Yourong chased after Yang Chaoxi with the mace, and while Yang Zhaoxi was falling, he swung again and hit his calf.
Yang Chaoxi slammed the spear handle on the ground and took advantage of the momentum to fly up, barely avoiding Bai Yourong's surprise attack. Following the rebound force of the spear handle, Yang Zhaoxi flipped several times in the air and jumped ten feet away.
"Okay! Okay!" Several shouts of shouting came from the west verandah, but it was Zhuo Songtao, Guan Huer and others, waving their fists happily.
Bai Yourong's face turned dark when he missed the attack. The wolf-toothed pestle flew with him and rushed towards Yang Chaoxi. The head of the pestle went straight to the lower abdomen, which was actually a destructive move to destroy the fragrance!
Yang Chaoxi was slightly angry, and used offense instead of defense. He turned his spear sideways and faced the pestle! With a stir, he took the wolf-toothed pestle away. The pestle was heavy, and Bai Yourong was dragged by inertia, causing him to stagger.
Embarrassed.
When he raised his head, Bai Yourong's face turned red. He bared his teeth and shouted, "Young-mouthed kid! You're going too far!"
Yang Zhaoxi stood ten feet away and was scolded incomprehensibly by him: It was just a common deception. After a slight disadvantage, he had to regain the ground with his words. This person's temperament is too small!
However, what he didn't expect was that Bai Yourong was not only narrow-minded, but also had a high self-esteem! However, his ability was not worthy of his ambition, and he was repeatedly frustrated. He also refused to relieve himself and reflect on himself, so he went further and further down the wrong path of "arrogant".
Far, recently I have become increasingly paranoid and fanatical!
Bai Yourong once again waved the mace and pestle, dancing wildly around him, showing off a somewhat frightening ferocity. If an ordinary disciple faced him, he would probably be a little frightened.
Yang Zhaoxi held the spear and admired it quietly for a while, then asked doubtfully: "Senior Brother Bai, are you still fighting?"
Bai Yourong was immersed in the self-proclaimed "Fire Flame and Crazy Pestle". He felt that the wind and snow around him were shaken by his power, and he became trembling with fear. And that annoying voice happened at this juncture and sounded at an inappropriate time, making him deviate.
Angry: "Little thief! Don't you think you can die quickly enough?"
Accompanying this roar was the increasingly manic image of the wolf-toothed pestle. However, the chaos of the rules and the superficial appearance were no longer a cause for concern.
Yang Chaoxi didn't want to waste any more words, and used the long spear handle to block Bai Yourong's chaotic offensive at a distance of one foot.
That Bai Yourong learned all the tricks, including splitting, smashing, blocking, rushing, blocking, lifting, swinging, picking, spinning...the posture was standard and the moves were good-looking.
Yang Chaoxi took some time to chop and stab a few times to stop his forward progress; while admiring his dazzling stance, she was reluctant to defeat him immediately.
Bai Yourong seemed to be convinced that the offensive was working. He regained the face he had lost in the first fight. After laughing three times, he actually withdrew his defensive moves, as if he was going to use a desperate blow to get the long-awaited victory.
Victory!
However, reality slapped me in the face, regardless of the reason! When my impeccable "Fire Flame Pestle", carrying the power of wind and thunder, stormed up, I was unexpectedly struck by the little thief with a mediocre downward move, and was knocked out of my hand.
, the tiger's mouth was shattered by the shock! Immediately, his feet slipped, and his body was no longer stable. He jumped forward and slapped Yang Zhaoxi in front of him.
Outside the martial arts arena, everyone on three sides could see clearly, and the silence only lasted for a breath. After a breath, huge laughter burst out, and the snow on the eaves and tiles was shaken to the ground!
Yang Zhaoxi stood blankly on the spot, a stream of laughing gas rushed straight into his throat from his lower Dantian, and was about to burst out, but he was holding it back. Looking sideways, he saw not only the several masters laughing, but also Gongsun Zhenren and
Master Wu Tianshi also looked smiling.
Yang Zhaoxi put down the spear, took a few deep breaths, slowly leaned down, and patted the back of Bai Yourong's hand: "Senior Brother Bai! Senior Brother Bai? Are you okay?"
A serious and calm voice seemed to come from the chest, muffled: "I am feeling... the energy of earth fire! The flames are burning, and the molten embers are dying! Little thief, your death has come! Roar, roar, roar
…”
Yang Chaoxi was wondering when his legs were suddenly tightly held, and then a powerful and heavy head pressed against his knees. This sudden attack, Yang Chaoxi didn't have time to think too much, so he rolled back,
Both feet were pointed at the attacking head.
When he jumped some distance away, he saw Bai Yourong, whose face was covered with blood, had climbed up from the ground, looked ferocious, and rushed forward with a roar.
"How could there be such a madman in the audience?!" Yang Zhaoxi dodged and complained secretly. Occasionally, he resisted once or twice, but he was covered in blood. In desperation, he shouted loudly, "I surrender...I
Lose! Stop chasing Brother Bai..."
However, Bai Yourong was so mad that he no longer cared about victory or defeat. He just wanted to catch the little thief in front of him, beat him up, and humiliate him again!
The two then performed "cat catching mouse" in the martial arts arena. The brothers on the east and west sides all shook their heads, smiled and sighed: the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the violent ones, the violent ones are afraid of the crazy ones, the crazy ones.
Afraid of life...
Yang Zhaoxi ran left and right, and his movements were flexible. However, after a long time, he would inevitably be caught by his sleeves and clothes corners, and the two of them had to push him.
Bai Yourong's boxing and kicking skills were sparse, but Yang Chaoxi did not dare to strike hard again. The two of them actually had the illusion that they were evenly matched. Finally, Yang Chaoxi accidentally missed with a palm and pushed Bai Yourong to the sky and fell to the ground, like a backstroke swimmer.
Toad.
Bai Yourong's frenzy was not diminished, and he was about to stand up and fight again! However, he was restrained by several people. He looked down and saw that he had already left the range of the martial arts arena. The cold snowflakes melted on his face, bringing him some clarity.
The awakening was fleeting and was quickly swallowed up by the surge of anger...
"A scholar has an unyielding will and can be knocked down, but cannot be defeated!"
"That little thief's magic will be punished by both humans and gods!"
"I, didn't, lose——! Ah——"
In the winter months of a certain year, there was snow in Mang Mountain. Bai Yourong, who said "even though he is defeated, is still glorious", with the "care" of his fellow apprentices, quit this test... and every subsequent test.
In Shangqing Temple, this person disappeared out of thin air and left no trace. When he reappeared, it was several years later.