Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

At the Shushan disciple-recruiting ceremony, the Hu people from the frontier martial arts world challenged the disciples from the Central Plains martial arts world. They had fought two matches, one win and one loss. The remaining Shaolin and Wudang leaders who had not yet entered the arena looked at each other, and Master Xuanyang nodded slightly, turned around and told a disciple to enter the arena.

This Wudang disciple was about 25 or 26 years old. As soon as he entered the arena, he bowed and said to the barbarians, "I am Yan Xiuzhu from Wudang. Please give me your guidance!"

He has a smiling baby face and small round black eyes that are pure and bright, giving people a very comfortable feeling. He is a bit like a boy next door, sunny, lively and simple.

"Yan Xiuzhu? Yaoguang Sword?" Qiao Rui murmured.

"Master, do you know him?" Huang Jingxuan asked.

"Well, I heard it from a friend!" Qiao Rui explained in a low voice.

"Oh!" Huang Jingxuan did not ask any more questions. His mind was all on the scene. He felt that the martial arts world was extremely exciting. The few days he spent with Qiao Rui were more exciting than the few months he had spent in Medicine King Valley.

"I'm here to meet you!" A man walked out from among the Hu people, with disheveled hair and rough and wild clothes.

"Brother Shumo!" There was a commotion behind the Kunlun Sect seat, and several disciples shouted loudly, with suppressed anger in their voices.

The young man with untied hair glanced at the source of the voice, and seeing it was from the Kunlun Sect, he grinned coldly, revealing his sharp white teeth, looking ferocious and cruel.

"What's going on? Does Kunlun Sect have a grudge against this brother Shumo?" Brother Zhou asked in the crowd.

"Well, it can be considered a blood feud!" replied Bao Da Ting.

"Oh? What's going on?" Brother Zhou urged. The people around him also became interested and looked at the gossiper.

Bao Da Ting was secretly proud and cleared his throat, "This brother Shu Mo is the young patriarch of the Tianlang tribe in the northwest. It is said that when he was young, he passed by the foothills of Kunlun Mountain and fell in love with a woman. He wanted to take her back to the mountain village for pleasure!"

"I didn't expect that the girl's brother was a senior disciple of Kunlun Sect. He just came down the mountain to visit his sister and her husband. He beat the guy to his knees and begged for mercy. Later, when the girl's brother returned to the mountain, Ge Shumo immediately killed the girl's husband's family and her parents' family. The girl was also toyed to death by him."

"After the woman's brother got the news, he went down the mountain to seek revenge but was never heard from again. The higher-ups of the Kunlun sect tried to communicate with the Tianlang tribe many times but to no avail. They also fought a few battles with casualties on both sides, and then the matter gradually came to nothing." As expected of Bao Gossip, he could talk about such old stories of the underworld right away.

"This guy is such a scumbag. He was the first to do evil, and when people let him go, he didn't repent. Instead, he went even further and killed the whole family. He is really not a human being!" Brother Zhou said indignantly.

"Who says it's not true? I think these Hu people are all insidious, cunning, ungrateful and ungrateful!" someone next to him echoed.

No matter what people were saying off the field, Ge Shumo walked to the center of the field, drew his sword and started slashing without saying anything. He was using a desert scimitar with a very large blade curvature, which must be a specially made strange weapon.

Ge Shumo has a cruel and cunning personality, and his martial arts are also fierce and bizarre. As soon as they start fighting, he is like a gust of wind in the desert that sweeps away everything. He is cold and fierce. His sword is bright, vicious and cruel, and his movements are treacherous and unpredictable, making it impossible to guard against him.

Fortunately, Yan Xiuzhu is not a weakling either. As one of the seven heroes of Wudang Zhenwu, Yaoguang Sword is also a talented person of the time.

He is the youngest among the Seven Heroes and is a junior fellow. He is lively and outgoing, but the weapon he uses is a conventional long sword. He has learned authentic Wudang martial arts and has grasped the essence of Wudang martial arts.

The Wudang School is the ancestor of internal martial arts and focuses on the foundation of internal strength. Its moves emphasize the harmony of yin and yang, using softness to overcome hardness, and are strict and long-lasting. It is best at defense and counterattack.

The two men fought for dozens of moves, and Ge Shumo's attack gradually slowed down. Yan Xiuzhu still advanced and retreated slowly, but he secretly watched for an opportunity, knocked the scimitar in Ge Shuhan's hand away, and then lightly touched his wrist with the tip of the sword, slightly breaking the skin, before sheathing the sword and retreating.

He was simple-minded. Since the victory and defeat had already been decided, he was unwilling to waste the opponent's wrist. He sheathed the long sword in his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you!"

Ge Shumo's face looked grim. He clasped his fists unwillingly and slowly bowed his head.

Seeing him admit defeat, Yan Xiuzhu grinned at him, then turned around and looked proudly at his uncle Master Xuanyang, like a child asking for praise from his parents.

"careful!"

Just then, an urgent shout was heard.

Ge Shumo lowered his head and suddenly shook his hair. A tiny dart shot out from his hair and went straight to Yan Xiuzhu's heart.

When Yan Xiuzhu received the reminder and heard the evil wind coming, it was too late to dodge. He could only bend his feet and shorten his body by three inches.

"puff!"

The short dart pierced Yan Xiuzhu's shoulder. Yan Xiuzhu staggered a few steps and fell backwards, but was caught by Master Xuan Yang who came rushing over.

Xuan Yang Zhenren quickly pressed a few acupuncture points on Yan Xiuzhu, then pulled out the short dart. When he saw the wound was black, his face changed slightly, "Poisonous!"

He glared coldly at Ge Shumo who was not far away, then took out an antidote pill from his arms and gave it to Yan Xiuzhu to take, then sat cross-legged and practiced internal energy to help him expel the poison.

The Wudang disciples stepped forward to protect Ge Shumo, glaring at him to prevent him from launching another sneak attack.

"You despicable villain, my senior brother showed mercy to you, but you turned evil into revenge and stabbed him in the back. You are so shameless!" The Wudang disciples cursed angrily.

"Hmph, in a duel challenge, one should go all out and use every possible means. It's just that he is not as skilled as others!" Ge Shumo sneered.

"You..." the Wudang disciple was furious.

"How shameless!"

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

All the people watching the match, whether they were disciples of famous families or independent practitioners, scolded him, saying that this man was behaving like a mean person and was still trying to make excuses.

"If you lose, you lose. You are the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world. Can't you afford to lose?"

The yellow-robed lama among the Hu people walked out slowly. His tone was flat, his face was calm, and his eyes showed indifference to everything.

"Donor Yan is shallow and naive. Even if he is not injured today, his life will be in danger sooner or later. If he can learn a lesson today and avoid disaster in the future, it will be a good deed for Donor Geshu!"

"Why, should we, Wudang, thank him?" After Immortal Xuanyang finished removing the poison from Yan Xiuzhu, he stood up and waved his hand to let all the disciples take Yan Xiuzhu to the side to rest. Fortunately, someone reminded him in time, and Yan Xiuzhu was not injured in any vital parts and the poison was not serious. He is now fine.

Yan Xiuzhu was indeed careless in this matter. This child is simple and optimistic in nature. He is unwilling to take the evil hearts of others to heart. He has not changed despite repeated admonitions. I just hope that after this incident, he will be more cautious of others!

As Xuan Yang Zhenren, he did not want to get too entangled with the young Hu people. He turned to the group of heroes below and said, "Which hero just reminded me? Please show up and meet me!"

Qiao Rui led Huang Jingxuan and pushed everyone aside to the front of the scene. He bowed and said, "I saw that brother Shumo was unwilling to give up. When he lowered his head, I saw a flash of silver in his hair. I guessed that he was going to do something bad. It was just that I was unable to rescue him in a split second, causing Young Master Yan to fall into the trap of a villain. I hope you will forgive me!"

Previously, Lu Yanqing was able to rescue Du Zihan in time, while Qiao Rui only had time to remind her. It was not because Qiao Rui was inferior to Lu Yanqing, but because Lu Yanqing knew that Du Zihan was not well-trained and was impetuous. Therefore, as soon as Du Zihan came on stage, he came to the front of the stage, ready to rescue her at any time.

On the other hand, Qiao Rui saw that Yan Xiuzhu had a restrained demeanor and a long-lasting aura, and was from a famous Wudang family. He thought that even if he was defeated, he would be able to escape unscathed, so why would he be alert all the time and think about saving people?

When Master Xuan Yang saw that Qiao Rui had a simple face and a sincere expression, and spoke humbly and politely, he felt a liking for him. He was about to ask the visitor's name and origin to express his gratitude, but was interrupted by a Buddhist chant.