The martial arts of the heavens start from Wudang

There is such a tradition in the Wudang sect. Every year before the beginning of the year, they will organize disciples to conduct competitions to check the progress of Wudang disciples in martial arts over the past year.

However, in the past in Wudang, each elder usually tested and compared the disciples separately, and the outstanding disciples had the opportunity to teach more advanced martial arts, or were favored by the elders, accepted as disciples, and personally instructed.

But this year, for ordinary disciples in Wudang, things are different.

Every Wudang disciple felt that this year's Grand Competition was different, but after the elders tested the disciples individually, those who performed well could participate in the following competition.

This martial arts competition will receive the attention of the entire Wudang high-level, and the headmaster and elders will also come to watch, and those who rank higher will have generous rewards.

The Wudang disciples who received the news started discussing in twos and threes.

Wudang Mountain, Dai Daojin's residence.

Looking at the five people in front of him, Dai Daojin sat on the chair unhurriedly and poured himself a cup of tea.

Looking at Dai Daojin's calm look.

He Nianshan couldn't help but said: "Senior brother Chongxu, I don't know that after the big competition this year, there will be another martial arts competition, and the head teacher and all the elders will also attend. I don't know what is the meaning?"

Dai Daojin took a look and found that these five people were his own people that Dai Daojin cultivated in Wudang, He Nianshan, Ji Hongxuan, Jiao Wenshi, Ban Weiran and Xie Liquan.

These five people were all selected by Dai Daojin from among the Wudang disciples. They were either exceptionally talented or calm-minded. After checking the background of several people, Dai Daojin took them under his command.

For these five people, Dai Daojin brought them better opportunities, more resources, and rescued them from the bottom disciples, so I am very grateful to this Senior Brother Chongxu.

Dai Daojin glanced at He Nianshan, secretly thinking that this guy needs to work on his temper, glanced at a man next to him with a refined complexion and serious eyes, and said, "Hongxuan, what do you think?"

Ji Hongxuan thought for a while, and said: "Hongxuan has received limited information. It only said that after the elders test the disciples in batches, they can participate in the subsequent martial arts competition, and that those who rank higher in the martial arts competition will be rewarded generously. But I don't know what the reward is. But the sect master and the elders will also watch it, so it must be very important, and the rewards will not be bad."

"For no reason, Hongxuan couldn't figure out what the higher-ups meant because there was an extra martial arts competition." Ji Hongxuan shook his head with a wry smile.

Dai Daojin thought for a while and said, "Here, let's get to the bottom of it."

"This time, the martial arts competition was my suggestion to the head teacher."

Dai Daojin looked at the five people, and said meaningfully: "The five of you, you have stayed in your original positions for a long time. You can make a move, but if you do, there must be a reason."

After hearing this, the five people all showed joy, bowed their heads one after another, and said gratefully: "Brother, thank you, Brother Chongxu, for your support."

Dai Daojin said: "So this time, you must do your best to get the best possible ranking."

Five people said one after another: "Definitely."

Dai Daojin waved his hand, and the five of them bowed and left.

Sitting on the chair, Dai Daojin thought about it. He didn't lie to them just now. Dai Daojin's idea was that since it was a martial arts competition, he might as well make it bigger.Another convenience, as I said just now, he wants his subordinates to move again.

As for the real situation of the contest between Dai Daojin and Qing Xu, it is not necessary to make it known to everyone.

……

It was cold and windy, but the square in front of the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain was very lively.

Several temporary competition platforms stood in the field.

Next to the martial arts competition stand, there are more than 20 Wudang disciples standing. These are the Wudang disciples who will participate in the martial arts competition today, and other Wudang disciples are standing around.

On the steps, the elders sat on chairs and looked at the disciples below.

One of the elders stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This is the future of my Wudang." The elders beside him all nodded.

A disciple came up, cupped his hands and said, "Master, you are ready."

Xin Xuanzi nodded and said, "Well, let's start."

After that, Wudang disciples drew lots for the next 20 or so disciples, and they played against each other in pairs.

In Dai Daojin's first battle, the opponent he met was Lie Xuanzi's apprentice.

Dai Daojin held the long sword in his hand, cupped his hands with a light smile and said, "Senior Brother Zou, please advise."

Zou Huaiyang cupped his hands with a wry smile and said: "Junior Brother Chongxu, please be merciful." He really knew that he was not Chongxu's opponent, and he secretly hoped that the defeat would not be too ugly.

After finishing speaking, Zou Huaiyang's face became serious, and without delay, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and attacked Dai Daojin in a style of civet cat and mouse.

Dai Daojin didn't draw his sword, he stepped on the breeze step, stepped sideways, and used eight tricks, twisted his waist on the right side, his right palm seemed to be slow but fast, and slashed towards Zou Huaiyang's neck.

Zou Huaiyang drew his sword back and slashed at Dai Daojin's right hand.

Dai Daojin rubbed his feet, changed his pace, and stepped on Wudang Nine Palaces in a series of steps. His figure seemed like a shadow, and he came behind Zou Huaiyang in an instant.

Zou Huaiyang was startled, and quickly rushed forward. At the same time, using his internal energy, he kicked back hard.

Dai Daojin raised his leg to block Zou Huaiyang's foot, and passed the long sword forward with his left hand.

Zou Huaiyang only felt a slight chill on his neck and touched the back of his neck.

Standing still and putting away his sword, he shook his head and said bitterly, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for showing mercy." Although he thought that he would lose, he didn't expect to lose so quickly, and he couldn't help feeling depressed.

Dai Daojin smiled, cupped his hands, and said, "Concession."

Zou Huaiyang is Lie Xuanzi's apprentice and Lei Jun's senior brother. Dai Daojin doesn't want to hate each other, but it doesn't mean that he will be merciful. If he wants to be convinced, apart from maintaining his relationship, he must subdue his opponent in terms of strength.

As long as you have strength, you can't make everyone love you, but you can make everyone fear you.

The martial arts competition is very fast, and the winner is eager to win. It is not a normal exchange of ideas and exchanges, so even though everyone is a brother and has some understanding of each other's martial arts, the winner is still quickly decided.

In the end there were only four people left.

Dai Daojin, Lei Jun, Qingxu, Wu He.

Dai Daojin turned his head and looked at Wu He, who had a dark complexion, firm eyes, and an expressionless face. Wu He was a disciple of an elder, and he also had contact with him, but this person had a cold personality and was good at using long knives. Tried to reach out, but the guy wouldn't dump him at all.

Dai Daojin thought of that time when he was in love with a cold ass, and couldn't help touching his nose.

He muttered: "When I become the leader, I will let you sing Conquer."

A disciple, holding a bamboo tube in his hand, said with a smile: "Brothers, please draw lots."

The opponent Dai Daojin drew this time was Lei Jun.

When Lei Jun saw the lottery, his expression was a bit depressed. He actually wanted to compete with Qingxu or Wu He. He would have a chance to fight with Senior Brother Chongxu at any time, but Qingxu and that cold-faced god did not have the chance often. .

Lei Jun and Dai Daojin stood on the ring, and Dai Daojin looked at Lei Jun with a smile.

Lei Jun rolled his eyes, shook his stick, and said loudly, "I admit defeat."

The Wudang disciple who acted as the referee was a little stunned, and Dai Daojin was also a little stunned. He thought Lei Jun would happily fight him.

The referee turned his head to look at the elders and sect masters in the stands, and seeing that no one responded, he said, "In this match, we will win the match."

On the stage, Lie Xuanzi muttered, "This brat."

On the other side, Qing Xu and Wu He fought fiercely, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard from time to time.The attracted Dai Daojin also looked over.

Qingxu blocked the opponent's long sword with the long sword in his hand, his eyes were cold and solemn, he lifted the sword to move his footwork, the long sword cut across the air, made a whining sound, and cut towards Wuhe,

Wu He looked at the opponent's long sword with a cold and expressionless face. He kicked the ring with his right foot, and the whole ring seemed to shake slightly. He held the knife in both hands, swung it like a hammer, swung it in a semicircle, and slashed towards Qingxu.

Qingxu saw the ferocious light of the saber, and the sword technique changed from fast to slow, but he used the Taiji sword, using softness to overcome rigidity, the long sword was slightly loosened, resting on the blade, and brought it to the left side of his body.

Wu He felt that the knife in his hand seemed to be disobedient, and was taken aside. With both hands, he drew the knife back, but the blade seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Qingxu's eyes turned cold, and the long sword resting on the blade moved forward along the blade, cutting towards Wu He's hands holding the blade.

The Wudang disciples in the audience couldn't help but whisper.

Wu He looked at the long sword that was cutting towards his hands. This sword was real. He was afraid that his hands would be useless, so he had no choice but to let go of the hilt of the knife with both hands, and bowed back.

Seeing the opponent abandoning the sword, Qing Xu's eyes lit up, and he changed his sword move, from slow to fast, and leaned forward, stabbing sharply with the long sword. In the end, the tip of the long sword rested on Wu He's chest.

Wu He looked at the tip of the sword and said coldly: "I lost."

After hearing this, Qingxu put on a smile and stood with his sword.

Turning his head to look at a person in the audience, his smile gradually disappeared, and he looked at that person coldly.

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