broken destiny

Wang Xingli complained while rubbing his slightly bruised arm.

"It seems that this power is easy to release, but flexible and difficult to control."

One failure cannot defeat him. Wang Xingli did not stop there. He also walked around the room in circles. Wang Xingli tried to gather some energy on the soles of his feet, walking straight for a while and turning for a while, just to make himself familiar with this feeling. If others saw it, at this time Wang Xingli walked as hard as a baby just learning to walk.

Gradually, Wang Xingli changed from stumbling to walking steadily. Although I still can't control the corners occasionally, it's generally back to normal. Wang Xingli, who had been practicing for a long time, felt a little sore in his legs and stopped immediately.

"It's not bad. I'm basically used to this feeling. Let's practice Bengshan Fist next."

Wang Xingli was speechless after talking to himself: Why does it feel strange? It's like arranging work. Don't tell me, it's quite reasonable. If your legs are sore, practice boxing, and if your arms are numb, practice legs again.

"Bang, bang, bang, buzz~"

The rhythm is wrong, keep coming.

"call!"

"Bang, bang, buzz~"

"Good, keep it up."

……

The sound in the training room was endless. Wang Xingli encouraged himself while training, and kept repeating the training of boxing and body skills.

"Boom, bang."

……

"Buzz~buzz~buzz~buzz~buzz~"

"Hoohoo!"

Wang Xingli, who had been training for most of the day, sat on the ground, panting heavily, sweat beads rolling down his face. At this moment, Wang Xingli was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"I'm so tired! But I feel so good." Wang Xingli laughed, immersed in the joy of uniting the inside and outside of the body. The five or six consecutive punches just now achieved the unity of inside and outside. At this moment, he felt that although his whole body was sore, he contained endless power.

"Now, my strength should be far greater than what I was a day ago. I am really a genius in cultivation. No, I have to find a stone to test my fist."

After leaving the training room, Wang Xingli realized that it was already approaching dusk. The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the setting sun mountain red. His classmates walked by in twos and threes on the roadside from time to time. "It seems that everyone is working hard!" Wang Xingli secretly said.

After walking a few steps, several fist-sized stones appeared on the side of the road. Seeing that there was no one nearby, Wang Xingli picked up a stone and threw it up, then punched it out.

"Ha!" Wang Xingli, who was excited, shouted unconsciously.

"Bang bang bang!" The stone cracked in response, and fell into several pieces not far away.

The sound attracted the attention of several people in the distance, and they all looked over. Wang Xingli quickly suppressed his excited shouts, smiled slightly in the distance, and then left the scene pretending to be nonchalant, walking faster and faster. But he couldn't hide the joy of the parties involved.

In the next few days, Wang Xingli has been immersed in practice, and his Cuozongbu and Bengshanquan are gradually improving.

For several days, Wang Xingli punched three times on the left and three legs on the right, practicing unremittingly, and the time passed quickly.

"I have completely mastered Collapsing Mountain Fist and Rock Breaking, but I still can't get started with Collapsing Mountain Fist and Rock Breaking. It's a pity, but I'm almost proficient in the moves. It's not bad. Simple dodge with wrong steps shouldn't be a problem. I should be able to fight."

Looking from top to bottom at the Cangyang Mountain Ice and Snow Gate Martial Arts Arena, a large circle is surrounded by eight small circles, which are nine arenas. There are rows of seats surrounding the arena. Overall, it looks like a bird's nest.

Wang Xing Li Zheng, who had just come in, followed Zhou Kun to a seat on one side with the rest of the troops. The people around him were all wearing sect dark blue clothes. They should be the new disciples of the outer sect. Most of them were looking at them with envy or jealousy. Some of them were still there. Discussing quietly.

"They look similar to us. There's nothing different about them."

"Then I hope you can show us your style before drawing lots and playing against No. 33, so that we can learn from it."

"You kid, shut your crow mouth. I'll hit you first. I'll give you a good beating first."

"I think it's better not to draw them."

"I'm not afraid if I get randomly picked in the second round."

……

After hearing these words, Wang Xingli looked at the red "No. 6" in his hand, and couldn't help but regret not knowing more about Myolie. Thinking of this, Wang Xingli looked around but didn't find Myolie. Sure enough, someone with the background was no the same.

"Okay, you guys sit here. I'll call you to fight later. Just go on stage and give your best. The elders are watching. Don't be afraid of hurting others or getting hurt." After Zhou Kun said that, he turned around and went off the field. He and other colleagues were responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

Not long after, several streaks of light flew across the sky and landed on the big arena in the middle. Wang Xingli was fascinated by what he saw. After all, it was the first time he saw a master in such a realm. He immediately thought that he would be able to fly in the air, and he was very excited. The same was true for other disciples present, and a burst of exclamation came from the audience.

"Quiet!" A middle-aged man said loudly among the nine people who had settled down, all dressed in white robes, just like Hall Master Ye that day.

Suddenly, the commotion stopped, and all the disciples looked at the few people on the stage with envy or surprise.

"I am Nie Qi, the elder of the Shufa Pavilion. These eight elders are Gong Bufan, the elder of the Wuxiu Pavilion, Mo Anyan, the elder of the Exercise Pavilion, Chu Huaixiu, the elder of the Alchemy Pavilion, Duan Mulei, the elder of the Formation Pavilion, and Duan Mulei, the elder of the Weapon Refining Pavilion. Su Qing, Elder Su Huan of Fulu Pavilion, Elder Ning Jingran of Divine Medicine Pavilion, and Elder Ning Yanran of Ten Thousand Poison Pavilions." Elder Nie Qi pointed at everyone slowly, and the elders nodded in time.

"Today's Yuanli wrestling, the current number of people is 982. If you have no resistance, you will be eliminated. If you leave the ring, you will be eliminated. There will be an elder in each ring responsible for your safety. When he takes action to save you, it also means that you will be eliminated. Elimination. Inner disciples, get ready, let’s begin.” After that, the eight elders each came to a ring.

Without the long speech that Wang Xingli imagined, the Yuanli wrestling had already begun. Eight inner disciples were holding three boxes and standing in front of the eight arenas. It seemed that they should be referees. Unexpectedly, Zhou Kun was also one of them. member.

Then I saw the inner disciples starting to draw lots. They took out a card, started reading it, and then drew another one.

"No. 7 Sun An vs. No. 267..."

"No. 936... versus... No. 957..."

……

The people who were called have already started to go to the stage, but Wang Xingli is still thinking about what happened before: Hall Master Ye is dressed the same as them, so he should be an elder. Why do you call him Hall Master? Could it be Wan Shu... Impossible, That kind of oppression, I understand, is the Hall of Law Enforcement.

Wang Xingli, who wanted to understand this, also noticed the lot drawings on the field. Most of the disciples with close numbers were in the same ring. Numbers 1-33 should all be red cards, and the ones after that were white. Wang Xingli guessed that they were roughly ranked according to the strength of the test. If there were only 5 people in front of him, he was still quite strong.