Collection of Huaxia: the beginning of the inventory of the top ten ancient figures

Hu Mingyuan looked at Ji Dong, he was convinced.

Ji Dong looked at Hu Mingyuan, stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground, and said, "Your biggest problem lies in your heart. You are too irritable."

Hu Mingyuan scratched his head, smiled naively, and said, "Teacher, I just have this temper, and I can't change it no matter what."

The surrounding disciples looked at the two of them as if they had seen a ghost.

No, Brother Hu, who was just like the little volcano, suddenly became so docile.

The old man Zhao who was standing aside had a bad expression on his face.

He has also practiced martial arts for many years. Of course, it can be seen that Lin Yi is capable, and he was able to defeat Hu Mingyuan so easily. Lin Yi must be well versed in Huojiaquan.

Old man Zhao's heart was beating wildly. Even if he fought Hu Mingyuan, he would have to fight for a while, but Ji Yi's move solved it, so what Huo Qing said to him today.

That is the matter of Ji Dong meeting the Eighth Cultivator of the Huo family.

Old man Zhao took a deep breath, trying to calm down his emotions a little.

But he still couldn't calm down his emotions. As long as he thought that today he handed over the opportunity to learn the Eight Internal Cultivators, his heart would be filled with great regret.

Even if he uttered harsh words at that time, it's fine to stay there, why did he leave in a moment of brain twitch?
Old man Zhao scolded himself inwardly, only feeling that his chest was holding his breath, and he couldn't breathe all the time.

Xie Yuanming saw it, and quickly asked, "Master Zhao, are you okay?"

Huo Qing turned to look at old man Zhao, and asked, "What's the matter? You go back and have a good rest. I'll take care of the affairs here."

Old man Zhao forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little bit of a headache."

Seeing him, Huo Qing said that he was fine, and he was not attached. People who practice martial arts are already in better health than ordinary people, and he didn't think anything would happen to Old Man Zhao.

At the side of the ring, Hu Mingyuan was convinced, and Lin Yi looked at the disciples standing around him with his hands behind his back, and asked with a smile: "You, who else wants to fight me?"

The disciples looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, they were all rejecting each other.

Hu Mingyuan is the best among them, even Hu Mingyuan was defeated, they don't want to ask for trouble.

Lin Yi looked at the crowd, and Huo Qing walked over from a distance, and said, "This is just right, let's also choose the official team members today."

Huo Qing stretched out his hand and patted Ji Dong's body twice, and said, "Take a look and see if there are any seedlings."

Ji Dong nodded, and then organized everyone into groups of two, and then formed ten teams to compete.

Hu Mingyuan had just competed with Lin Yi, so he was directly assigned to the last team.

The first team member, Xie Yuanming, faced a disciple. Xie Yuanming's strength was similar to that of Hu Mingyuan. Seeing that it was Xie Yuanming, the opposite disciple smiled bitterly and did not want to speak.

When the two fought, Xie Yuanming naturally won.

The second team is Xie Yuanming's junior brother Zhuo Yan. Zhuo Yan is not very old, but he can be tied with these more than 20 disciples, and his strength is not low.

The disciple on the opposite side was also a good player, and he didn't lose the slightest in the confrontation with Zhuo Yan. In the end, Zhuo Yan watched his flaws and won the match.

The competition time between the disciples is not very long. The level of these twenty people is mostly similar, and they are evenly matched. Once a flaw is found, the competition will be over.

The ten formal team members were quickly selected.

Naturally, Hu Mingyuan, Xie Yuanming and Zhuo Yan were among them.

Now that the team members were selected, Huo Qing took Lin Yi and the ten people to a training ground behind the Jingwu Club, saying that the ten people would practice here in the future.

Old man Zhao also followed, looking at Ji Dong and Huo Qing from time to time, as if he had something to say.

Ji Dong didn't pay attention to looking for the old man. He looked at the stakes on the training ground, and then at the people in front of him.

Most of these people have started practicing martial arts since childhood, and their basic skills are very solid. It is of little use to continue to practice stances. The best thing is to check and make up for each person's own shortcomings.

Now that the direction has been confirmed, Ji Dong roughly made a small list for everyone in his mind.

Huo Qing looked at the crowd and said: "From now until the end of the martial arts conference, this place will be your training ground, and Mr. Lin will be your chief instructor. Although he is not your master, you should also regard Mr. Lin as your master." Come treat it!"

The ten disciples looked excited, and when they heard this, they all cupped their hands obediently, and shouted: "Master Lin!"

Lin Yi nodded and said, "Don't be too cautious. From today onwards, you can ask me anything, whether it's about martial arts or anything else, we can be regarded as half masters and apprentices."

Hu Mingyuan and the others looked excited, Zhuo Yan was young and courageous, so he shouted: "Teacher, can you find me a girlfriend?"

The brothers around laughed and said, "Zhuo Yan, you have such a beautiful idea."

"That's right, beside Master Lin, you are just cow dung, which flower likes you like cow dung."

"Hahahaha, little brother, you are still young, for this kind of thing, think about it, brothers."

Lin Yi also smiled and said, "You kid, spring hasn't passed yet, go for a walk outside, maybe there will be."

Zhuo Yan blushed, and waved his hands to tell everyone not to make jokes.

Ji Dong had a conversation with everyone, while Huo Qing was stroking his beard behind him, very happy.

Old man Zhao walked slowly behind Huo Qing from the side, and said, "President, president."

Huo Qing looked at old man Zhao, and old man Zhao took Huo Qing to a place not far away, seeing that Lin Yi's eyes didn't follow him, he said: "President, Mr. Lin really understands my Huo family. Eight repairs?"

Huo Qing glanced at old man Zhao, and instantly knew what old man Zhao was thinking.

He saw from the arena between Ji Dong and Hu Mingyuan that Lin Yi was not putting on airs, and felt that he seemed to really understand the Eighth Cultivator of the Huo family, and felt a little regretful, so he came here to talk to him.

Huo Qing snorted, and said: "I can still lie to you, I didn't say, Zhao Kui, I gave you a chance, you didn't want to learn it yourself, now you regret it?"

Old man Zhao showed embarrassment. He knew that he had made a mistake, but Nei Baxiu was too tempting for him, and after Huo Qing learned it, he would definitely pass it on to others. For him, the gains outweigh the losses.

"President, I don't know that I'm wrong. I hope Mr. Lin will be more generous. I'm also a martial artist of the Eighth Internal Cultivation. What's the matter with only half learning?"

Huo Qing didn't have a good face, and said: "Zhao Kui, I gave you a chance, but you are useless, Mr. Lin is willing to return the eight masters of the Huo family boxing to our Huo family without taking anything, he is so virtuous , but you look at him with a small heart, he didn't forgive you, I don't know, but you want to learn from me, no."