Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

"Chan'er, you're here! How are you, are you confident in taking down the leader?"

He stepped forward to help straighten Yang Can's clothes, and asked.

Yang Can smiled and said to himself: "Master, don't worry, the leader of the competition must be our Flying Hunting Sect."

As a first-rank warrior, he naturally has the confidence.

"It's hard to say whether the leader is your Flying Hunting Sect. I only know that you will be seriously injured and lie in a hospital bed for a year or so."

At this time, a rather hostile voice sounded from behind him.

Yang Can looked back, and it turned out that it was Cai Yu, the Yindian sect who had competed with him for the Fenglei Jue at the auction.

He didn't bother to talk to the other party, he just pretended he didn't hear him.

Jiao Jushan frowned, and whispered to Yang Can:

"Chan'er, be careful. This person's master is an old acquaintance of mine. If you really meet him in the ring, don't beat him to death."

He knew that Yang Can sometimes made moves without measure, so he made a special point.

Yang Can turned his head and saw that Cai Yu was leaving respectfully with a half-old lady, he immediately understood, nodded with a smile and said:

"Master, don't worry, I understand, isn't it just an old acquaintance...cough, an old acquaintance!"

"You boy!" Jiao Jishan's mind was exposed, and he immediately cursed with a smile, "Stop talking nonsense, go and sit by the side of the stage, you probably won't have the chance to play in the first two days."

The three big competitions lasted for three days.

The first day was nothing more than a small fight, and most of the people who played were some outside disciples. After they selected the top three in the knockout round, it was over.

Then on the second day, some official disciples came to the stage. It was still the rule of the knockout round, but this time there were more people selected, and the top ten were counted as promotions.

These 13 people, together with the disciples of the three sects, participated in the challenge competition on the third day.

The rule is Lien Chan. The winner can continue to accept the challenge without stepping down. After each battle, he can rest for half a stick of incense at most.

One point is scored for each game won, and one point is added for three consecutive victories. In the end, whichever case has the most total points will be the winner.

And the person with the most accumulated points will be the leader of this competition!

If the points are the same, compare the length of the rest time, and the one with the shorter time wins.

Or another way to win, is to win consecutive battles, and the other two can no longer send anyone...

Yang Can walked to the exclusive stand for his own disciples and sat down leisurely, looking around, he was about to practice a little or two, when a person approached him and said hello:

"Junior Brother Yang!"

Yang Can took a look, only to realize that it was Xie Dong whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Ever since the other party won the Zongmen Xiaobi in the ring, Yang Can has never seen him again. Now it seems that the other party has changed a lot for some reason.

"Brother Xie, long time no see. I heard that you have been in retreat recently?" Yang Can greeted.

Xie Dong shook his head and smiled wryly:

"Hey, thanks to Junior Brother Yang, I was caught by my master."

"Oh? Then it seems that brother's cultivation has improved again."

"Junior Brother Yang, stop pretending..." Xie Dong sneered, his voice much softer, for fear of being overheard:

"I don't know if others don't know? Default number one?"

Yang Can was not surprised either, presumably the master of the other party had revealed something, so he smiled and shook his head and said:

"Just luck."

Xie Dong didn't think so, the level of strength, there is no such thing as luck, a victory is a victory, not to mention that Yang Can's victory was an elder of the same level.

He suddenly sighed:

"Junior Brother Yang, our situation is dangerous this time."

"Did you see that man?" Xie Dong pointed to a young man not far away, who was a bit fat:

"Although Liang Fei of the Fallen Wood Sect is only an official disciple, he is extremely powerful in the sect. He is already at the peak of the fourth rank at a young age."

"Oh?" Hearing that the other party seemed to be a little restless, Yang Can had expected it, and asked instead:

"Brother, what is your cultivation level now?"

"Hey!" Xie Dong lowered his head and sighed, a little helpless: "The penance of this period of time is only a short time after entering the fourth rank, and it is far worse than others."

When he left the customs, he was quite confident. His master Xue Yishan asked him to break through to the fifth rank, but he broke through two realms in a row and became a fourth rank warrior.

However, he didn't know until he learned the real strength of the other sect disciples that he was watching the sky from the bottom of a well, and his heart was hit even more, and his self-confidence was damaged.

Xie Dong thought for a while, then asked again:

"Junior Brother Yang, tell me, what is your cultivation level now?"

Yang Can smiled but didn't answer, he just looked at Luomuzong and said:

"Brother, realm doesn't mean everything. From my point of view, that person's footsteps are flimsy and his breath is unstable. Obviously, he didn't rely on his own ability to cultivate strength. I think this is also the main reason why he can't become a direct disciple."

Yang Can guessed right.

Liang Fei is the son of a local rich man in Luomuzong, his aptitude is actually average.

It was his father who spent a lot of money and bought him a lot of tonic pills, which raised his strength to this level.

But in this way, it is tantamount to self-destructing the future, and it is impossible to go further.

The elders of the Fallen Wood Sect are not fools, so how could it be possible to recruit such a person as a personal heir?

"I hope so." Xie Dong nodded heavily, as if he had gotten into the horns and couldn't get out, then looked at Yang Can's eyes and said:

"Junior Brother Yang, you are already the only hope for my Flying Hunting Sect, you must not be careless..."

As he spoke, he began to actively introduce to Yang Can the powerful disciples of the other two sects in the opening stage.

Yang Can happened to have no information about this, so he didn't interrupt, and just listened carefully from the sidelines. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy will never end in a hundred battles...

Soon.

All the members of each sect, as well as those from other sects watching the ceremony, were all present.

The three great competitions also officially started under the joint speeches of the three masters of Feihun, Yindian, and Luomu!

According to the rules, today's first day is mainly the knockout round for the outer disciples.

Although there are a large number of outer sect disciples, all of them who can take the stage this time are the best among them, and their cultivation bases are all between the eighth and ninth rank.

Although the disciples in the audience cheered and cheered, it was very lively.

However, the elders of various sects obviously didn't take this matter to heart. This was just a small fight, and it was an appetizer before the main meal.

But soon they discovered something was wrong.

For some reason, almost all the disciples of the other two outer sects were wiped out, and the arena was full of disciples of the Flying Hunting Sect!

"Hiss, this year's Flying Hunting Sect seems a little too strong."

The elder of Yiluomuzong said to himself.

"That's right, look at the person on the stage on the left, although he is using the same kind of exercise, Cloud Exploring Palm, but it seems that the one used by the Flying Hunting Sect is better." The elder of the Yindian Sect who was sitting next to him echoed, suddenly He frowned and said doubtfully:

"Hey, isn't it? Tanyun palm, is there such a move?"

The three sects belonged to one family. In fact, everyone has these ordinary basic exercises, but now there is a little difference, which naturally makes everyone feel strange.

Someone suddenly understood, cupped his hands towards the elder of the Feihuning Sect not far away and said:

"You guys have actually improved your skills. I admire you. I wonder which elder made the move?"

Elder Zhao, who is in charge of the outer sect of the Flying Hunting Sect, chuckled lightly and said with complacency:

"Hey, we elders still need to take action for such a trivial matter? Any disciple under his command can do it."

The few people who said this were startled, and they all scolded the old guy for being shameless.

Improve the exercises and just find a disciple to do it?

Just blow it hard!

"Why, don't you believe me?" Elder Zhao looked at everyone sideways, pointed casually, and shouted casually:

"Then who, come here."

Immediately, a disciple from the outer sect who was not qualified to compete on the stage approached.

"Come on, talk to these elders about the shortcomings of Tiger Roar Fist and how to make up for it."

The disciple was also unambiguous, and what he said was clear and logical.

During the recent period, these elders have not been idle, and they specially asked the disciples of the outer sect, integrated the content taught by Yang Can before, and made a great book of the outer sect.

At this moment, it is hung in front of the teaching hall of the outer sect for every disciple to watch.

These elders have also relaxed a lot, and they don't need to prepare lessons, and the daily lessons are taught according to the grand ceremony.

If there is anything you don’t understand, just leave a sentence behind and read the ceremony by yourself and it’s over.

And those who performed well and had fair aptitude directly taught one of the 31 yellow-level exercises that Yang Can improved.

This is also one of the main reasons why the strength of the outer disciples of the Flying Hunting Sect has soared and they are so dazzling in this challenge.

"How? Are you convinced?"

Elder Zhao looked provocative.

"Oh, that's enough, who knows if you agreed in advance." The elder of Yindianzong was surprised, but he obviously didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, not convinced? Then I'll find another disciple to come over, so who..." Upon hearing this, Elder Zhao wanted to call someone again.

At this time, the Luomuzong elder waved his hands impatiently, and said in a rather eccentric way:

"Okay, mere disciple of the outer sect, look at how proud you are, the next two days will be the time to see the real chapter, Cai Yu from our sect has stepped into a third-rank warrior not long ago, what about your Xie Dong?

Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that he is still hovering at the fourth rank, right?You, let's think about what to do in the final challenge. "

"Yeah, what should I do?"

Elder Zhao looked a little worried all of a sudden, but he was not in a hurry. He snickered and thought to himself:

"Third rank? Heh! Yang Can of our sect is already second rank! Let alone beating your disciples, beating you is like beating your grandson!"

Several people had their own thoughts, and the first day of competition ended soon.

As expected, among the three people who advanced, two were disciples of the Flying Hunting Sect.

The remaining one is from the Fallen Wood Sect, and is the only seventh-rank martial artist on the stage. It is said that this person should have been accepted as a formal disciple long ago, but it was only delayed because of the three great competitions.

As for whether the loopholes in the rules were deliberately exploited, it is hard to say.

……

the next day.

The Flying Hunting Sect seems to have shown its original shape.

The arena competition between official disciples was completely gone from the previous one-sidedness.

He was beaten so badly by the other two cases that he couldn't even lift his head.

Among the last ten people who qualified, Feihunzong only accounted for two people.

This caused Elder Zhao, who was extremely arrogant yesterday, to be ridiculed severely.

Mo Bei, the suzerain sitting at the top, and Xue Yishan, the great elder, also looked a little unhappy, but they also knew that the real winners were not these official disciples.

Day three.

The real decisive day of the three great contests.

Before it started, everyone came to the stands early to wait.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the arena. Yang Can, who had already followed his master Jiao Yashan, took a look, and immediately frowned.

He actually saw a few Chu people in battle armor!

Gan Chu was fighting, and the moment these people appeared, they caused great repercussions.

If it wasn't for their extraordinary aura in armor, some impulsive disciples would have stepped forward to make a move.

"What are they doing here?" Yang Can was puzzled.