This is Qiao Mu on the stage. He noticed Qiao Mu whispering with Captain Hai below and realized that he was Lu Yanbei. He chose not to expose him and put the overall situation first. So this time he wanted him to go on stage to act as a stand-in
"This old man named Qiao that Captain Hai found is really cunning... He knows that I will play along with him and lose to him, so that he can highlight the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" and the modern martial arts that he played, so he said this on purpose."
Chapter 185 This Punch Has the Power of a Hundred Years (4k
Lu Yanbei frowned secretly, then stood up, and under the gaze of everyone, walked step by step towards the training ground of the military camp.
Lu Yanbei already disliked Qiao Mu, but he would still cooperate.
Facing the eager gazes of the crowd below the stage, he suppressed his dissatisfaction and said with a smile:
"Mr. Qiao has a good eye and knows my skills."
"You probably know that the people in Jiuzhou Jianghu call him 'Wooden Sword Wanderer'. He learned sword skills from the exiled immortal who was once the best swordsman in the world."
"I am already eighty-seven years old this year. I practice the ancient martial arts that Brother Qiao mentioned. Today, I will learn from Brother Qiao's modern martial arts."
After he said this, everyone in the room paid close attention.
Lu Yanbei is a famous figure in the martial arts world of Jiuzhou. He has also been fighting hard in this isolated city for a year. His reputation is already quite prominent both in Jiuzhou and in this isolated city.
These words were said to make it clear to the people how powerful he was, and at the same time, they were also said to Qiao Mu.
He explained his age clearly and specifically mentioned that he was practicing ancient methods, which actually meant to imply that he would cooperate with Qiao Mu in acting.
Qiao Mu also clasped his fists and said seriously:
"I am Qiao Shuangsen, one hundred and nine years old this year, and my nephew is twenty-two years old."
Dear... nephew
Looking at Qiao Mu's serious expression, Lu Yanbei's eyes twitched slightly.
Logically speaking, if Qiao Mu is really 109 years old, there is an age difference of more than 20 years between the two of them, so there is actually nothing wrong with calling him nephew.
But is he really 109 years old? Lu Yanbei was very skeptical.
It has been rare for a person to live to be seventy since ancient times, let alone in this age of famine. Looking across the entire Kyushu, centenarians are extremely rare.
A normal centenarian who can walk normally on his own without a cane would probably alert local officials and come to ask for the secret of longevity.
And what about Qiao Mu
Although this man looked old, the lightness skill he just demonstrated was quite extraordinary, and he did not look like a hundred years old at all.
If one really has unfailing vitality at the age of a hundred... Lu Yanbei could only think of one person, that is, the Grandmaster of the Changsheng Fist from the Qiao family of Heyang a hundred years ago.
This master figure alarmed the then Great Yan Emperor and was summoned to the palace to teach boxing.
However, Qiao Mu in front of him obviously had not reached this level. He looked old, with wrinkles all over his face and loose skin and flesh. These were obvious signs of normal aging and a decline in Qi and blood in old age.
Then there is only one answer.
Why are you still setting up a 109-year-old character
It's not like I don't know your background. Captain Hai has told me everything.
Lu Yanbei complained in his heart, but immediately pulled out a wooden sword from his waist in his right hand... His left arm was injured, but it was not a big deal if it was just a competition in the ring.
"Wooden sword?" Qiao Mu was puzzled.
"Brother Qiao, don't worry." Lu Yanbei smiled and said:
"I am known as the Wooden Sword Master in Jianghu. Even an ordinary wooden sword in my hands is no less powerful than an ordinary sword."
"Oh." Upon hearing this, Qiao Mu thrust the spear he had just taken out into the ground in front of him and put his fists in a starting stance.
"Then I can't bully the weak. Let me just do it with my bare hands." Qiao Mu said.
Bullying the weak
Lu Yanbei took two deep breaths, his chest rising and falling.
No one has dared to speak to him like this since he turned sixty...
He didn't want to talk anymore, lest he be angered by the other party and lose his strength, so he immediately picked up the wooden sword in his hand and rushed over quickly.
Originally, I wanted to cooperate with Qiao Mu in acting, but unexpectedly, this old man was so careless with his words and didn't know how to respect the elderly, so I decided to give him a good show of power.
As he swung the wooden sword in his hand, strands of green sword light burst out, forming a green lotus of sword light that covered the entire location of Qiao Mu.
"Lu Yanbei's swordsmanship has reached the realm of 'unrivaled wooden sword', which means that he has reached the pinnacle of sword skills, and at the same time has strong internal strength. Even if he holds a wooden sword, with the blessing of strong internal strength, it is no less than an ordinary sword.
"It seems that Lu Yanbei is still as skilled as ever." The storyteller Qianliyan's eyes lit up. The arena competition was exactly what he, the storyteller, liked:
"Mortals will eventually age, and it is inevitable that their Qi and blood will decline. As the saying goes, young and strong are better than strong ones. Even if a person is a martial arts master, when he reaches old age, his physical strength and speed will eventually be weaker than those in his prime."
"But the accumulation of internal strength and sword skills will increase with age..."
The storyteller Qianliyan was just about to praise Lu Yanbei, but unexpectedly, when Lu Yanbei's exquisite swordsmanship was displayed in the martial arts field, he only hit a residual shadow.
In a flash, Qiao Mu just tapped his toes lightly, his figure blurred into a shadow, and he swept across the ground and went behind Lu Yanbei.
"Hmm?" Lu Yanbei frowned slightly, turned around and swung his sword, but it still only hit an afterimage.
Light Kung Fu
No... simply having good Qinggong skills is like dancing on the edge of a knife, and being more agile in dodging and moving in a small area.
What Qiao Mu displayed at this moment was not only his superb skills in light Kung Fu, but also his sheer speed.
Lu Yanbei frowned slightly, and swung the wooden sword again. Green sword light enveloped the surroundings, and the powerful energy was dispersed along with the sword light, creating grooves on the ground of the martial arts field.
But his sword still hit nothing.
Qiao Mu didn't seem to have any intention of fighting him head-on. He just kept dodging with his amazing speed and didn't engage in close combat with him.
This didn't seem like a fight between two elderly warriors, which confused the warriors in the city, including Qianliyan.
They imagined that the battle between the two elderly masters should be like Tai Chi pushing hands, competing against each other's internal strength and the level of martial arts skills.
Lu Yanbei was also feeling a little impatient.
As a martial arts master ranked 30th on the Tingchao Tower Skills Ranking, his first specialty is exquisite sword moves, and his second specialty is the strong internal strength accumulated over a long period of time.
But Qiao Mu relied on his sheer physical speed and did not engage him head-on, which made it difficult for him to use his sword moves no matter how superb they were.
"What kind of competition is this if you just keep dodging?" Lu Yanbei couldn't help but say.
"What kind of competition? No one really thinks we are having a competition, right?" Qiao Mu was startled, his figure flashed quickly, and voices came from all directions:
"I am merely demonstrating the everlasting energy and blood power of the Mount Xumi Sutra."
"At the age of 109, if his Qi and blood are not declining, he can not only walk as fast as the wind, but his physical speed is not inferior to that of a young and strong warrior."
He had no intention of competing with Lu Yanbei. He just wanted to randomly select a lucky audience member to help him perform acrobatics and show what a centenarian could not theoretically do.
Lu Yanbei: ... .
He couldn't help but admire the other party's acting skills, and wondered where Captain Hai found such a veteran actor.
Qiao Mu's body was very fast, so the faster he appeared to be, the less likely he was to be 109 years old.
After all, which centenarian doesn't lie in a rocking chair all day to enjoy the cool air, but instead goes to the ring to compete with others in speed
Lu Yanbei guessed that Qiao Mu probably used some advanced disguise technique, and his true identity should be a young and middle-aged high-level martial artist.
"However, what my nephew said does make some sense."
The tree that was moving rapidly suddenly stopped.
He was really performing.
But relying on pure speed to dodge is not good enough.
At this time, because he was running quickly in the martial arts field, the sand under his feet was rolled up into clouds of dust along with his body, covering the surroundings, making it difficult for Lu Yanbei to see the expression on Qiao Mu's face for a while.
"Hmm?" Lu Yanbei was suddenly shocked.
At this moment, his spiritual intuition suddenly sensed a sense of danger, which was the first time since the two sides started fighting.
I underestimated him... Lu Yanbei's eyes suddenly became sharp and he put away his previous contempt.
He leaped forward, and the wooden sword in his hand burst into green lotus sword light again. In the moment Qiao Mu paused, it had already enveloped Qiao Mu.
But Qiao Mu remained motionless.
At the age of a hundred, his energy and blood are still strong, not weaker than that of a middle-aged man, which means that his body is strong, and his reaction speed and physical speed are much faster than those of the other party.
At this moment, in Qiao Mu's eyes, the sword in Lu Yanbei's hand seemed to be in slow motion.
At this moment, he just raised his head.
Looking directly at the wooden sword that was chopping down from above, a green lotus-shaped sword light burst out.
He watched as the dust in the martial arts arena was split in half by the sword light, scattering sand and dust in all directions.
He clenched his fists.
The body's internal energy dissipated from the inside out, and white energy as thick as fingers enveloped the surroundings.
The long gown on his body moved without wind, and even the dust scattered on the martial arts field was blown away by the strong wind along with the outward energy.
Lu Yanbei's pupils suddenly shrank.
He is eighty-seven years old and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. In his old age with weak energy and blood, he can only rely on the strong internal energy accumulated since childhood to make up for the weakness of his physical strength.
But at this moment, the powerful internal energy emanating from Qiao Mu's body was actually twice as powerful as his
This is the result of sixty to seventy years of accumulated internal strength, which he has been practicing since childhood without slacking off... Why is Qiao Mu's internal strength twice as strong as his
Because the fourth level is the limit of internal strength training, if you continue to move up, the accumulation of internal strength will become a slow process. The amount of internal strength often means the number of years of martial arts training... What's the matter with this old monster in front of me? Has he been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb
No time to think.
In the blink of an eye, he saw Qiao Mu's fists gradually clenched.
The thick white internal energy that emanated from the inside out gathered with his fist.
"Ripples pile up on top of waves, one wave after another."
A punch is thrown, and the one who strikes later arrives first.
The white airflow-like internal energy in Qiao Mu's hand surged out like a wave and hit the green sword light.
The wooden sword in Lu Yanbei's hand shook, and the green sword light began to become unstable.
“Permian wave.”
The second level of force exploded, like the second level of waves overlapping and converging into higher waves.
The green sword light was broken in an instant, and the wooden sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.
"Triple Wave."
The layers of internal energy rose and fell like waves, with the force of a tsunami, and instantly swallowed up Lu Yanbei's entire body.
There was a loud bang.
A visible gust of air lifted the dust from the martial arts arena, and in the dust, Lu Yanbei's figure flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.
When he stopped, his first reaction was to stare blankly at the wooden sword in his hand.
But the wooden sword in his hand suddenly broke into pieces, leaving only the broken hilt in his hand.
This was a display of martial arts in the arena, not a life-and-death fight, so Qiao Mu held back at the last moment...
Looking up, he saw that where he had stood before, there was a pit of several meters in radius. The old man with wrinkles on his face was standing in front of the pit, exhaling slowly and standing with his hands closed.
There was still an invisible force lingering around him, and the aftermath of the rolling air waves was blowing in the surroundings, raising dust in the training ground.
Lu Yanbei blurted out: "You can't lie about the amount of internal energy. This is a slow and steady effort that can only be accumulated over a long period of time. Are you really a 109-year-old centenarian?"
If Lu Yanbei just thought Qiao Mu was a little weird before, now he has a definite conclusion in his mind.
If a warrior wants to go further after training his strength to the fourth level, he should follow the path of training his spirit to the third level.
The so-called refining of the spirit is to refine the mind and will.
When your body and mind are strong, you will be able to have sharp intuition and anticipate the enemy's moves.
Therefore, even if the physical body and internal strength of a martial artist who has cultivated spirits are similar to those of a fourth-grade martial artist, he can still rely on his keen intuition to crush the latter and gain the upper hand in a fight.
It can be said that... the pursuit of the third level of spiritual cultivation is not pure destructive power and speed, but to find another way to achieve strong body and mind and sharp intuition.
And Qiao Mu, who just fought with him...