The ice is blowing lightly, the eaves and tiles are covered with plain material, and the weather is not as cold as when the mountain snow was brewing a few days ago.
The mountain snow has become lighter, but it still shows no intention of stopping. The previously cleaned martial arts arena is now covered with a thin layer of snow. The feet of Yang Zhaoxi and Miao Fenggao continue to draw various arcs on it,
As time passed, it was blurred by the newly fallen snow.
Yang Zhaoxi looked solemn. At this time, Miao Fenggao's swing speed and force were much greater than before, and he was slightly suppressing his own stick.
"Is it possible that Senior Brother Miao has already mastered the art of 'using Qi to exert force'?" Yang Zhaoxi thought, the long stick in his hand already shaped like a flywheel, and from time to time it collided with Miao Feng's double hammers, making loud noises.
Miao Feng was so high in fighting that a pair of wooden hammers flew up and down his body like living things. Sometimes they were held in his hands, sometimes hanging by his side. Once they were swung out, they would hit Yang Zhaoxi's torso. Yang Zhaoxi tried his best to hold on, and the acquired force inside his body
The air is turning faster and faster, and some hot air is steaming out from the neck, head and face. At first glance, it looks both real and illusory.
Miao Fenggao naturally knew some methods of practicing martial arts, but his spiritual endowment was slightly inferior to that of Yang Chaoxi. Seeing Yang Chaoxi's "immortal energy", he knew that he would definitely be ineffective after a long battle, so
When handling the hammer with both hands, you have to go all out and don't dare to be negligent.
Yang Zhaoxi's attacks were all done with wide-open and wide-open attacks such as splitting, sweeping, covering, and piercing. Coupled with the acquired Qi surging in his body, it felt quite refreshing.
However, the wooden stick, after all, was just a wooden stick. At a certain moment, when it was sweeping towards the door in front of Miao Feng, two wooden hammers pressed down hard, and the wooden stick finally couldn't bear it any longer, and with a "click-chi" sound, half of it was broken off.
Yang Zhaoxi reacted quickly and threw half of the wooden stick in his hand with all his strength. The sharp end was like a spear, and it stabbed towards Miao Fenggao.
Miao Feng Gao's forward body was slightly stagnant, with the horizontal hammer in front, and he blocked this desperate throw and escaped the disaster of piercing his chest. Yang Zhaoxi threw away the wooden stick, immediately ran to the weapon rack aside, and pulled out another weapon.
Using a bamboo spear, he turned around and stabbed. From a distance, this move looked like an ordinary "returning spear".
Miao Fenggao laughed a few times, swung the hammers in his hands, danced a few turns with his strong body, and then smashed it down towards the tip of the spear. However, the moment the wooden hammer touched the tip of the spear, Miao Fenggao's eyes widened.
He opened his eyes, not sure whether it was anger or fear - but he saw that the wooden hammer in his right hand was like tofu, penetrated by the wooden gun, and the gun kept moving, and even attacked his face!
Miao Fenggao hurriedly swung the wooden hammer with his left hand and brought it down on the tip of the spear. The momentum of the wooden spear was blocked, but most of the spear head had already penetrated the wooden hammer in his left hand.
Miao Fenggao decisively spread his hands and jumped back, causing cracks in the bricks and stones on the floor of the martial arts arena: "Junior Brother Yang! What kind of marksmanship are you doing?!"
"This is called the 'Spiritual Snake Transforms into a Dragon Spear', Senior Brother Miao! But I changed it and added a move of 'Overturning the River', which gave the gun a bit of the power of a dragon and whirlwind." Yang Zhaoxi held the gun with one hand, still wearing the clothes on it.
The two wooden hammers look very much like the candied haws in Luoyang City.
The brothers and sisters in the corridors on both sides also reacted at this moment, with a burst of laughter mixed with "crackling" applause.
Miao Fenggao stood stunned on the spot. It seemed that his overwhelming victory was different from what he had expected. He couldn't face it for a while. After a long time, his expression changed and he laughed and said: "Junior Brother Yang's shooting skills are amazing! I give up. It's just that
When you have time in the future, you should also teach us that it is better to have fun alone than to have fun with others!"
"Let's exchange what we have, exchange what we have!" Yang Zhaoxi said a few polite words before watching Miao Fenggao leave the martial arts arena with satisfaction. At this time, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: After two small victories, he had already been assigned an errand.
As expected, "the capable work hard"!
As for my own fight in the ring, it was indeed quite strenuous. My hands seemed to have lost their strength, they were trembling slightly, and I felt sore and weak at the moment.
Wu Xuzi, Hao Jinhan, also walked out from under the eaves and said with a smile: "Chong Lingzi is good! Go and rest for a while first. Ming Lingzi, Zhuo Songtao, you will be the guard next. The first one to challenge is Jin Lingzi, Murong Huai."
valley."
At this time, a handsome and handsome disciple jumped directly over the verandah railing and walked toward the martial arts field. When he reached the field, he cupped his fists and said to Zhuo Songtao, who had a hesitant look on his face: "Senior Brother Zhuo, I'm offended!"
Zhuo Songtao just cupped his fists perfunctorily, and then put up a fisting stance, but he wanted to spar with his bare hands. Murong Huaigu raised his sleeves and took out a pair of short swords.
This barrier knife is quite unique. It is actually made of several large coins of "Kaiyuan Tongbao". It has no edge or edge, and its whole body is glowing with dark gold color. When the brothers saw it, some pointed and some laughed.
Some called it a waste of natural resources.
Murong Huaigu smiled meaningfully and said: "Senior Brother Zhuo! Since ancient times, a hundred gold can buy a road, and a thousand gold can buy bones. Today, my pair of barrier knives are both weapons and bets. I bet that Senior Brother Zhuo will win! If Senior Brother can win, it will be me.
If I win the bet, this pair of barrier knives will still belong to me; if senior brother accidentally loses, it means I lost the bet, and these pair of barrier knives will be lost to you, which can be considered a good home!"
Zhuo Songtao rolled his eyes: "Not interested!" After saying that, he took a wooden sword from the weapon rack next to him, held it with a sword flower, and said, "Let's make a move!"
Murong Huaigu saw that Zhuo Songtao didn't buy it, but he wasn't angry either. He smiled and said, "Business cannot be a friendship! Senior Brother Zhuo, look at the knife!"
Murong Huaigu stabbed with both swords, turning into two dark golden arcs of light, attacking Zhuo Songtao from the upper and middle directions. It turned out to be a set of sharp sword techniques that only attacked but did not defend.
Zhuo Songtao drew out his sword, intending to move forward. The wooden sword in his hand connected with the two knives, drawing out several white arcs of light and catching all the first blows from Murong Huaigu.
Outside the martial arts arena, all the fellow apprentices in the corridor recognized him. Zhuo Songtao was using the "Gongsun Sword Technique" that everyone in the audience now knows. But these moves of "using a curve to strike a straight line"
, but he has mastered the essence of swordsmanship, and his moves are so perfect that many people are disappointed.
Murong Huaigu's double swords are as fast as flying in his palms, sometimes held upright, sometimes held backwards, the dark golden arcs overlap and melt into the white light reflected by the snow, it is like a dream, and it is beautiful in an instant!
Zhuo Songtao was not in a hurry for success, but turned every sword he swung into an airtight line of defense.
The defense is as strong as a city! The sharp sword that could not be used to attack showed signs of decline over time, and the offensive and defensive momentum gradually reversed. In the end, Murong Huaigu stabbed out one of his swords, missing Cunxu, and Zhuo was killed.
Song Tao found the flaw and cut it off with one sword!
The rope on a copper coin sword was cut off! The large coins that were untied suddenly flew out in all directions, making a soft "ding-dong-dang" sound and landed everywhere in the martial arts arena.
Murong Huaigu was stunned for a moment, then he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhuo's swordsmanship is superb, I am far from being able to match it. However, although this last sword strike is extremely graceful, its meaning is not very auspicious..."
Zhuo Songtao knew that he always liked to show off his rhetoric, so he replied in a nonchalant manner: "If you have any great ideas, you might as well tell me! If you are evasive, you are not a man..."
Murong Huaigu laughed loudly: "Senior Brother Zhuo, this last sword has a good name, it's called 'dispersing all the family wealth'! Such a person who values righteousness over wealth and is willing to do good is a role model for our senior brothers!"
Zhuo Songtao turned his face away, no longer paying attention to him, and just smiled lightly: "There was a junior brother just now who wants to discuss with me. Come over, senior brother has decided to give you a big gift!"
There was a sudden commotion among the disciples under the corridor to the east. A short Taoist priest walked up slowly, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhuo! Junior brother, I am short of money, and I can't compete with you in the fight for wealth. I have to use some whiskers."
I have little martial arts skills, let’s compete with you!”
The person who spoke was Bai Lingzi Zhuang Wankuan, whose family was actually quite prosperous. He deliberately cried about poverty, but he was referring to Sang and Huai, expressing his disdain for Murong Huaigu's copper-smelling style.
After hearing what he said, Zhuo Songtao suddenly felt very upset. He clasped his fists and smiled and said: "Junior Brother Zhuang is too modest. This time I compete with you, but I have no chance of winning. Instead of being a good and ugly person here, it is better to save a few points."
Self-awareness. So, I admit defeat!”
As soon as Zhuo Songtao said this, everyone outside the martial arts arena was in an uproar. Yang Chaoxi secretly cursed: "Is this okay?" But his heart became more active and he began to make his own little calculations.
Murong Huaigu had already walked out of the martial arts arena, but at this moment he turned around and looked at Zhuo Songtao with a complex expression, wondering what kind of medicine he had taken wrong. But in front of Ziji Palace, Gongsun Zhenren, Wu Tianshi, and several masters all
Looking at the situation here, he smiled without saying a word and had no intention of stopping it.
Zhuang Wankuan never expected that the great gift Zhuo Songtao mentioned was actually the "First Class Martial Arts" given away! Although it was a hot potato, if he held it in his hand and others wanted to fight for it, he might not be able to succeed.
So he turned his head sideways and looked at Wu Xuzi Hao Jinhan. After receiving a look of affirmation, he raised his hands and smiled and said: "Senior Brother Zhuo! I will keep this gift for the time being. There is a saying in Zhou proverb, 'Every man is innocent and has a jade in his arms.
I am willing to bear the responsibility of this crime on behalf of Senior Brother Zhuo. Haha!"
Hao Jinhan lost no time and stood up again: "Now a "Martial Arts Grade A" has changed hands, which shows that it depends on people! Next, we still have to challenge Lingzi to defend the ring. The disciples who want to fight can take turns to play."
Yang Zhaoxi had made up his mind and stood back in the martial arts arena with confidence. When a senior brother who invited the fight came up to him, he clasped his fists and said loudly: "Senior brother Hua! Junior brother has just fought two games in a row, and now his strength has been greatly reduced.
, I know that I am no match for my senior brother. Therefore, I am willing to admit defeat!"
Senior Brother Hua, whose common name is Hua Yingtian and Taoist name Cang Lingzi, was about to accept the offer happily when a serious voice came from among the people in front of Ziji Palace: "Chong Lingzi! You must not admit defeat..."
Senior Brother Hua's smile like Feng Muyu suddenly froze on his face.
Yang Chaoxi roared in his heart: Why can Senior Brother Zhuo admit defeat, but I can't! He just wants to save some energy and fight for this time in the end! Throughout the ages, "Emperors have taken turns."
Do it and come to my house next year." Whoever lives the longest and laughs last will be the winner in the world! It's so hard to defend the ring, why not let others do it for you...
However, these slanders could only be kept in the stomach and digested by themselves. When Yang Chaoxi followed the sound and saw the person who spoke, all he could think of was whining in his heart. He could only lower his eyebrows and cup his hands and said: "I know my mistake! Master.
The teachings must be kept in mind! In the following discussion, we should move forward without any hesitation and never retreat!"
After saying these unintentional words, he suddenly felt that his unyielding will was aroused. At this moment, Yang Chaoxi had a clear understanding in his heart for no reason: It turns out that the courage of a person is only to be defeated when there is no way to retreat.
The bloody nature forced by desperate circumstances.
When he faced Senior Brother Hua again, Yang Chaoxi's eyes were filled with fierce fighting spirit. Seeing that Yang Zhaoxi could not admit defeat, Hua Yingtian looked at him with eager eyes and found it interesting: "Junior Brother Yang! Remember that you are the best at swordsmanship, why did you give up?
Instead of using it, you should use your own shortcomings to treat others' strengths."
Yang Zhaoxi touched her nose and felt a little embarrassed: "It won't be used for the time being... If it is really used, this test will be meaningless. Senior Brother Hua, since the master of the show won't allow me to admit defeat, I have no choice but to pass it."
Besides, I still use the spear in my hand, but I wonder what weapon Senior Brother Hua used today?"
Hua Yingtian smiled unpredictablely, then took out a long-handled wooden spoon more than two feet long from the sleeve of his robe...