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At that time, it would be too embarrassing if you still can't fight even if you fight for your life.

Yang Lin, who was sitting on the chief seat, felt very uncomfortable.

He looked at this large group of disciples, as if he was looking at groups of "experienced babies".

It's a pity that Master Yuyangzi really has good intentions, but he did bad things.

He couldn't make a move at all, he could only watch.

Quanzhen disciples usually forbid private fighting, but at this moment, everyone wanted to win the open martial arts competition opportunity, what a great opportunity, it was wasted like this.

Yang Lin looked at it, simply out of sight and out of mind, closed his eyes and silently comprehended the Jinyan Kungfu taught by Wang Chuyi last night.

The lesson of lightness work was finally made up.

Originally, he was going to start practicing a long time ago, but he didn't want to bother the real person in charge all the time, and he really didn't want to see Zhao Zhijing's hypocritical face again.

So, it has been hanging like this.

It took ten points of martial arts to practice lightness kung fu well. After being proficient in the illusion space, all the knowledge he had learned basically made up for the last shortcoming.

Rather than watching these disciples with a combat strength of fifteen to twenty peck at each other, he might as well figure out the true meaning of the exercises and improve his background.

After a while, he felt that Wang Chuyi's arrangement was not bad.

If you defeat one by yourself, you can only get half of the points. As long as you defeat a few, they are not fools. See if you are not an opponent. How can there be any desire to win?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lose interest and lose interest.

Sure enough, the plan to squeeze the wool still didn't work.

If you want to earn a lot of money, you still have to travel the world and challenge the masters.

Just like that girl Jade from the Ancient Tomb Sect, I just broke one of her fingers, and got 150 martial arts points.

The income is so rich that Yang Lin can't believe it.

That is the correct way to open the Martial Order.

Chapter 181 It's Wrong for You to Use Your Sword Like This

soon.

The top ten disciples were determined.

The seven disciples rose to their seats with excitement on their faces. Before Qiu Chuji continued to talk about the next test procedure, Wang Zhitan could not wait to point at Yang Lin.

"Junior Brother Lu, please come down. I have long wanted to learn your sword skills and internal strength. Let's see what you have learned in the past few months?"

He said it very rudely.

Wang Chuyi's face turned dark in an instant.

You are very dissatisfied with my arrangement.

They didn't say anything, but you jumped out to challenge, because you thought you wanted to defeat Lu Guanying as quickly as possible, so that he would lose his face?

He turned his head and looked at Qiu Chuji: "Senior Brother Qiu, this is not good. I think it is better to fight each other. Such a challenge will easily hurt the peace of the disciples."

"It's okay, as three generations of disciples, seeing that they have all grown up, they need this kind of demeanor to dare to be the first in the world... Competing in the same discipline, it is not shameful to lose."

Qiu Chuji obviously had a different opinion.

He admired his disciple Wang Zhitan very much.

Having the desire to fight is actually a good thing.

You don't even dare to fight swords, so what kind of martial arts are you practicing?

"Are you sure you really want to challenge me?"

Yang Lin's eyes lit up.

He thought that at most he could only fight against Zhao Zhijing or Yin Zhiping, and this would be considered as a little better than nothing.

Unexpectedly, there was one spare here.

He didn't care about Wang Zhitan's contempt for him.

The more despised the better, it is best for everyone to despise and come forward to challenge.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

"Junior Brother Lu, please."

Wang Zhitan smiled even more heartily, swiped his long sword, and tucked the Taoist robe behind him, with extraordinary demeanor.

"Please."

Yang Lin smiled, made a gesture of bowing, and no longer made any more modesty, he stabbed out with the gesture of "Zhang Fan raises the flag".

This is the first move of Quanzhen swordsmanship, and it was originally a polite move.

In Yang Lin's hand, it turned into a cold light, and with a whoosh, almost only a faint shadow could be seen, pointing at Wang Zhitan's throat.

Oops, soon.

Yang Lin pierced the opponent's throat with a sword, and stopped immediately.

He found that the long sword in Wang Zhitan's hand did not even move, and his face was full of astonishment.

"Or, let's call again and invite again."

Yang Lin asked tentatively.

These days, he always fights with masters, and he has long developed the habit of turning swords into nothing.

He defeated Miss Yu with a combat power of 25 points. At this time, Wang Zhitan, whose combat power was no more than [-] points at most, was a master at attacking casually.

In addition, he practiced sword while attached to Wang Chongyang in the illusion, which was a completely different experience.

The best shot in the world, you taste it, you taste it carefully.

As a result, Yang Lin shot at will, even if he did not use much internal energy, it was a subtlety that ordinary disciples could not even imagine.

Can't even read it.

Wang Zhitan's face turned blue first, then pale, and finally flushed.

How full of words I said before, how embarrassing it is now.

It's a pity that he didn't walk over with a sword.

No, half of the sword was not used, and the sword was pointed at the throat.

"you you……"

As soon as Wang Zhitan let go of his hand, the sword fell to the ground, and he turned and ran out covering his face.

It's more than anything, it's a shame.

Everyone looked at each other.

After a long time, the disciple asked: "Is this a sneak attack, Senior Brother Wang wasn't ready just now."

"It seems that I wasn't ready. I thought they would have to go back and forth a few tricks, but I didn't expect it. How about..."

"I'll come. I also ask Senior Brother Lu to enlighten me."

The disciple hadn't decided whether to go up to challenge, but another disciple jumped out.

It was Shen Zhifan.

Looking at this disciple with very dull eyes, Yang Lin felt very complicated.

It really echoes the saying that people should not judge by their appearance.

This guy has a dark belly and can even pretend...

Shen Zhifan said very politely: "Senior brother Lu, what was the purpose of that sword strike earlier? Why did I lose when I saw that Senior Brother Wang didn't react."

"I was the one who sneaked up on him."

Yang Linruo said meaningfully: "So, you have to be careful later, don't be attacked by me again."

He knew that the meaning of Shen Zhifan's words was to imply to the teachers and disciples that he made a sneak attack, and took advantage of others not paying attention, and the victory was invincible. "

Well, let me admit it first, what else are you talking about.

Shen Zhifan smiled awkwardly: "No way, if you stand on the stage, you're ready. What about a sneak attack? Could it be that, facing the enemy, you have to say, I'm going to attack, can you block it well?"

"I love hearing that."

Yang Lin laughed.

Then, he pointed the sword at Shen Zhifan's throat, the edge of the sword was cold, and Shen Zhifan's face suddenly turned pale.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was still in its sheath.

Looking around blankly, he heard bursts of hissing.

Wang Chuyi sighed.

Qiu Chuji shook his head.

Ma Yu's eyes seemed to open and close, and he smiled softly twice.

"Go down."

Qiu Chuji snorted coldly.

He could clearly see that when Yang Lin drew his sword, although he didn't use much internal force, nor did he use a lot of strength, the sword's momentum was not very standard, and it could even be called cutting corners, but it was fast.

Not to mention that Shen Zhifan was still talking hotly, even if he was concentrating on it, he might not be able to stop it.

You can't say that Yang Lin didn't use Quanzhen swordsmanship in this way of attack, but at most, he didn't use it well.

But he won...

That's bad judgment.

They played two games in a row, and they were defeated in a muddleheaded manner. They were so embarrassing that even Yang Lin didn't see his true strength.

Now, the disciples who won the top ten after a series of competitions were basically afraid to challenge.

Yang Lin secretly sighed.

Sure enough, there are not so many fools in the world.

Even if he hides his exquisite sword moves and huge internal strength, no one else dares to challenge him.

Really, the heights are extremely cold.

Finally, No.4 was decided, it was Li Zhichang.

It is under the Changchun sect.

Qiu Chuji looked slightly satisfied.

It felt like his disciples had discredited him.

Although the faces of the others were not very good-looking, they didn't say much.

In the Changchun lineage, not only the master is formidable, but also the disciples are equally formidable.

Except for Zhao Zhijing, who is under the Yuyang sect, who can support the facade, the others combined are not enough for his lineage.

"Next..."

Qiu Chuji was about to announce the rules of the sword competition, when Ma Yu suddenly said, "Let Yin Zhiping face Li Zhichang, and Zhao Zhijing face Lu Guanying."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the head teacher didn't want the disciples in his sect to hurt their peace secretly.

It is the most gentle way for the disciples of Yuyang and Changchun to choose the strongest disciple by themselves, and then compete for the first place.

"fair enough."

Qiu Chuji had no objection.

Announce the start now.

The two competitions will start soon.

Yin Zhiping beat Li Zhichang lightly.

Zhao Zhijing held his sword in his hand, and first put on an air of Zhang Fan raising his flag.