MTL - Jin Yong Martial Arts Otherworld Rampage-Chapter 16 Wuhui Qingyun (5)
Looking at the competition on the court, Huo Dong's brows of “Golden Eye of the God” became narrower and tighter.
The **** Liu He, who looked next to him, couldn't help but smile, comfortingly: "Huo Laowu must be troubled. This view of Qingyun is a barren mountain and wild view. It is normal to fight against the sky and take pictures of Jianmen. Don't worry too much about those sights. "
Huo Dong glanced at him and laughed out, saying, "Do you think I was not good at guessing Qingyun Guan before, but now it is obvious that I ca n’t worry about the sky? My old Huo is not so good-looking. I just wonder ... "
"What's weird?"
"Why is this Qingyunguan disciple's internal skills different?"
The two Qingyunguan disciples in front of the battle are obviously different from the few Taoist priests they saw before. The few children they met on the stand before are obviously more pure and profound. Disciple, there are actually two different kinds of basic internal skills in the foundation-building phase, which makes him really unable to understand this Qingyun concept.
On the left of Yun Qingyun's view, on a pine tree branch more than 20 meters high, a little priest was carrying a long sword and stood up against the wind. His clothes were fluttering and the wind was like a fairy child.
I was Ye Qingxuan who hurried back.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, watching the battle in the field far away, Yun Lu's defeat had just ended, and Yun Chong was seen fighting again.
Jin Yunchong was obviously afraid of the depth of the opponent's internal strength, and he avoided the opponent's tricks everywhere. With a lot of scruples in his heart, his swordplay was a bit messy. In addition, his internal strength was not as good as the opponent's, and the more protracted the battle, the more disadvantageous it became.
Seeing that Yun Chong fainted frequently and was suppressed by people everywhere, Ye Qingxuan was so anxious that he really wanted to immediately go into battle, so that those students in the sky could taste the power of Qingyun's sword skills.
"Stunning, Stupid, Stupid ..."
Seeing that Yun Chong's defeat was settled, Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't bear it, and flew down the tree to get ready to play.
This generation of disciples of Qingyunguan still has insufficient experience with the enemy. These disciples are the foundation of Qingyunguan, and they must be cultivated. Otherwise, it is impossible to say that it is to regain the masters and regenerate Kunwu. It is the Qingyunguan sect that is not stable enough. This whole generation of disciples is the foundation for reviving the division. If the training is not carried out properly, the great cause for revitalizing divisions will be delayed for at least 30 years.
A disciple must have at least 30 years of study and practice from laying a good foundation to becoming a teacher and being a member of the independent town. The remaining time is to continue to polish and improve. In the early 30 years, especially This is ten years of youth. It is most important. If this group of disciples develops a wrong martial arts concept during this period, it will be a regret that affects their entire life. It is more undoubtedly a waste of the entire thirty years.
Wu Lingzhen is a Wu Chi and a good teacher. His disciples have different characteristics, not only different personalities, but also learned martial arts methods. Ling Xuzhen can also have different emphasis on cultivation according to their personality hobby. In the same way, the spiritual and real people who value the teacher's inheritance, while discipling the disciples, also deliberately cultivated the disciplinary ability of the disciples. When the disciples of the Qing dynasty trained the third generation of disciples, they could also teach according to their aptitude.
Emphasis on education and the cultivation of the next generation. This is the most important content of Kunwu's legacy, and it is also an important basis for them to revenge based on the fundamentals and the teachers.
For this reason, the disciples of the Qingyunguanyunzi generation have been carefully selected by the disciples of the second generation. Even ordinary disciples have the opportunity to get ahead because of the training of Tai Chi Pei Yuan Gong. From this point of view, Ye Qingxuan contributed a lot to the restoration of the Kunwu faction.
"Okay, my brother is so good. Give me some strength. This time I can win this bastard." Qiu Yuan shouted hard. If the master can't win, I am afraid that no one in Qingyunguan's junior can win. Got it.
He was not only Qiu Yunzhen, but the dozen or so disciples of Qingyunguan who were next to him all had ordinary minds, shouting a dumb throat, and desperately applauded.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded inappropriately.
"Hum-if at the beginning, Yun Chong could not be so intimidating and use his fast sword to attack the enemy, there is still hope of winning ... until now, I am afraid that it will be difficult to support ten moves ..."
"Which **** is here to chew your ears ..." When the competition was intense and hot, some people poured cold water around them. This is like the fans standing in the wrong team, not being beaten is luck. Qiu Yun was so angry that he yelled and yelled.
All the disciples of Qingyunguan who heard the indifferent evaluation turned back angrily to look for the unopened kid.
In front of his eyes is a handsome but extremely cold handsome man wearing a robe of Qingyunguan, but his appearance is obviously strange.
"You ... you, who is your disciple of Master Shi and Uncle? Why haven't you seen it before? And how can you keep your mouth open?"
Xi Qiuyuan really saw that he was in the same house, but this anger was gone a lot, but still resentful in his heart.
"Oh? You don't like what I say?" The cold teenager lowered his head and said silently, "But I'm telling the truth--"
"You-there is no score in the field, you talk about, how can the master lose?" Some disciples were unconvinced, and they even questioned.
The Lengjun boy thought a little, and said calmly, "The one with the same surname has poor swordsmanship and slightly stronger boxing and kung fu skills, but he lacks experience with the enemy and is unfamiliar with Qingyun's swordsmanship. If the master can start off with a quick sword at the beginning You can win in at most ten moves, but the older brother is afraid of the other person ’s deep internal strength, and dares not to fight hard, and to beware of evasion. Do n’t you know that the more you delay, the more disadvantageous you will be. The stronger the internal force and the higher the realm, Just by fighting endurance, the big brother ca n’t win ... and once the big brother is weak, the action is deformed, the chance of being hit by the opponent will be greatly increased, and the failure will be-only sooner or later ... "
The cold and juvenile talked about it. The audience members of Qingyun only felt that the sentence was reasonable. When they heard it at the end, they all accepted it. Looking at the battle between the masters, one by one, they became emotionally pessimistic and became worried. Paused.
Wu Mingming is all the same, but he can so cold water, this kid really hates it. Qiu Yuanzhen hated him secretly.
"What if you go to war?" Some disciples did not hesitate, and they uttered a cold run to see how he responded.
"If it was me?" Leng Junnian held his sword in his arms, his shoulders folded in his hands, and his expressionless face was full of glory in his eyes. He said coldly, "If I am willing to give him a hand, I can take his life within three moves— — "
Three tricks? Take his life? ——
I'm too exaggerated, right? It's just a contest ...
Qi Qingyun audience disciples only felt a cold wind blowing.
Looking at the cold eyes of the teenager, the disciples swallowed together and said, This guy is serious.
The events of life and death were so bland in the cold young man's mouth, and Qing Yunguan's disciples all thought that he was serious.
"You-you, what's your name?" Qiu Yuanzhen suddenly felt a tight voice.
"Oh, me?" Leng Junnian turned his head, his expression was stubborn, his eyes were cold, his tone was as emotionless as ever, and he said lightly, "Master, Xiao Yunfeng--"
The situation on the market was as good as Xiao Yunfeng guessed. After only ten moves, Yun Chong couldn't support it.
Jin Yunchong dodged his opponent's tricks everywhere, and was naturally suppressed everywhere. In a moment, Chang Jingwang finally swept his shoulder and fell out. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
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"Hey, hey ..." Chang Jingwang laughed for a while, kicking Yun Chong, who fell to the ground, kicked and rolled to the side of Qing Yunguan's disciples. Chang Jingwang has never felt so comfortable. I just feel that I am the biggest in the world. Everyone can be stepped on their feet and laughed wildly: "This is your young generation master of Qingyunguan? Ah? This is you Is Qing Yunguan's big disciple? Soft-footed, kung fu was learned from your teacher and mother? Hahaha ... "
Chang Jingwang once again won the victory. The gongs and drummers on the sidelines fought for a while. Several disciples who took photos of Jianmen in the sky looked better now, one with a sneer and staring at Qingyun audience disciples, but Chang Jingwang was there. Nonsense.
Wu Changjingwang humiliated for a while but was still not addictive, reached into his arms, took out a long-prepared thing, shook his hand, and threw it into Yun Chong's face.
Yun Chong endured the severe pain in the chest and abdomen, and took the things that were thrown on his head, and took a look, but it was a woman's bellyband ... Yun Chong only felt ashamed and angry for a moment, and his face turned red, as if at any time Can squeeze out blood.
Chang Jingwang laughed and said, "How's it, girl—uncle's fist is hard enough? Guys give you a bellyband, just put on this stuff and call me" Man ", guys feel bad for you, even if this matter today Turned over-wear it, you TMD wear it-"
噗 ——Yun Chong could not stand the humiliation of the other side, and he had suffered internal injuries before. He could not bear the blood that he would not spit out.
艹 "I 艹 you 姥姥-" Qiu Yuanzhen just felt that a scorching fire in his chest burned his senselessness, his eyes were smashing, and he rushed to Chang Jingwang ...
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