A heavy rain drenched the entire training ground.
After the rain cleared, a hardwood ring ten meters long, ten meters wide and one meter high was temporarily built in the center of the training ground.
Around the arena, sixty warriors were led by their respective instructors, each in a corner. An old man was standing on the arena, wearing a brown robe, with a rosy face and clear and deep eyes, speaking in a cadence.
His name is Chen Xing, one of the elders of the clan hall.
His voice was very contagious, and every warrior was very excited when he heard it, as if his whole body was full of strength, and he wanted to dedicate everything to the Chen family, even after death.
As a swordsman, he should remain calm, and Chen Chuyun was not affected at all. As for Chen Zong, he wanted to maintain a calm mind, but it was difficult in front of a master whose cultivation base exceeded the Qi and blood level, but the mysterious sword The tip trembled slightly, making his mind clear, so it was not affected.
"Now, I invite the chief of the boxing group to come to the ring." Elder Chen Xing finally said, and Chen Zong followed suit.
The chief of the boxing group jumped, and his strong figure landed on the ring, making a muffled sound.
Chen Guzhan, from the branch of Hongyan Township, has a strength of 800 jin in one arm, and his body is unbelievably strong, like a bull.
"The chief of the palm technique group..."
The chief of the palm group is Chen Yong. He has a very ordinary appearance, a serious face, and an ordinary height and body. The only thing that catches the eye is his palms, which are wider than normal people. With a layer of calluses, it is obvious that he is a natural A good hand in palm practice.
"Chief of the legwork group..."
Chen Ying, with a slender and graceful body, has a kind of vigor, especially a pair of legs wrapped in a tight military uniform, round and slender, looks full of strength, and her eyes are very aggressive, like a beast living in the jungle.
"The chief of the knife technique group..."
Chen Fenghua has a nice name, and he is also good-looking, but he is a man, but his eyes are very charming, his fingers are slender, he carries a long knife, and his whole body exudes an aura that fascinates girls.
"The chief of the swordsmanship group..."
Chen Zong jumped lightly, and his footsteps landed on the ring soundlessly. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but the more he watched, the more interesting he was.
"It's really him." Chen Yuyao covered her mouth with her slender hands, her beautiful eyes widened, and her emotions were extremely complicated. Chen Yidao's eyes were a bit bitter, and he was also from Xiaohu Town. He was insignificant in the boxing group, but Chen Zong was a swordsman. The chief of the legal team is completely incomparable.
"The five groups of chiefs will fight in turn to determine the final winner. He is the king of chiefs. In addition to the ten energy pills, he can also get a jar of Huyang bone-strengthening wine." Elder Chen Xing was clear and profound. His eyes swept over the faces of the five people: "Five of you, each will fight against the other four, and the one who wins four in a row will be the first."
"In the first battle, Chen Guzhan will face off against Chen Yong. Please leave the ring for the other three chiefs."
Elder Chen Xing came to watch the battle and also act as a referee.
"My fists are very heavy, you should admit defeat as soon as possible." Chen Guzhan grinned at Chen Yong, his fists clenched and collided, and there was a clicking sound, which made the scalp numb.
"My palm technique is not vegetarian either." Chen Yong had a serious and rigid look on his face, he opened his generous palms, his blood flowed, and his skin was slightly red.
"If that's the case, then give me a punch." Chen Guzhan smiled, stepped forward, rushed towards Chen Yong like a bull, raised his fist, as if blasting out with all his strength, and the wind howled under the fist , the air vibrates, and the terrifying momentum seems to be able to knock down a house with one punch.
Dacheng peak punch!
This is a foundation-building martial art that only pays attention to the crushing of strength. It is most suitable for people who are born with great strength. Chen Guzhan is such a person.
With a strength of 800 jin in one arm, the power of heavy punches can be exerted to the extreme, enough to crush all opponents at the same level.
Of course, it was not luck that Chen Yong became the chief of the palm technique group.
A pair of thick palms are covered with calluses, which can almost resist swords. Facing the punch Chen Guzhan tried his best to bombard, Chen Yong slapped out his palm, the palm sunken inward, and the moment his five fingers touched Chen Guzhan's fist, the palm turned Outside, the power that was hidden but not sent out suddenly flicked and bombarded.
Dacheng pinnacle smashing palm technique!
This is a palm technique that emphasizes strength and toughness, but Chen Yong has practiced it to a new height. Under one palm, there are double impacts of power, making it even more powerful.
Chen Guzhan's arm trembled, his strong figure stopped, Chen Yong took a step forward, and his whole body rotated around the step, and another palm passed through his waist and hit Chen Guzhan's ribs like a thunderbolt.
Chen Guzhan protected his ribs with his left arm, and received Chen Yong's palm hard. His strong body swayed, and he took a step back. Arms crossed all against.
Let your violent storm attack, I will stand still!
"So strong!"
Under the arena, all the warriors gasped. Chen Yong's palms were enough to split stones, but they would not be able to withstand a single palm. Would Chen Guzhan be beaten to death
"Amazing." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly said, to be able to become the chief, his strength was astonishing. Compared with Chen Zuoyi, he was obviously much stronger, which aroused a trace of fighting spirit in him.
However, Chen Zong paid more attention to Chen Guzhan. Facing the stormy bombardment of Chen Yong's palms, Chen Guzhan tried his best to tighten himself, crossing his arms to protect his head, ribs and other parts. His muscles were so tense that Chen Yong's palms made a dull sound as if hitting a rock.
Chen Yong is not strong, he will be exhausted after more than ten consecutive palm strikes, he feels that Chen Guzhan will definitely suffer a lot of trauma if he bears the bombardment of more than ten palms abruptly, and he will definitely lose.
"Your palm technique is indeed very strong." Chen Guzhan lowered his arms, with a smear of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but he smiled indifferently, and there seemed to be a hint of madness in the depths of his eyes: "But I am stronger."
The pair of fists erupted like a torrent, and fell down like a meteorite. The terrifying wind pressure made Chen Yong's facial muscles sag, making it difficult to breathe.
Raise your hands to resist!
The moment the fists and palms collided, terrifying power erupted, like a torrent breaking a dike, Chen Yong couldn't resist at all, and retreated again and again, Chen Guzhan was like a madman, bombarding with both fists continuously, two punches, three punches and four punches.
Fifth punch!
Chen Yong couldn't resist anymore, he flew upside down and landed on the ring, his arms were trembling, and his palms were in excruciating pain.
"I've said it before, I want you to admit defeat." Chen Guzhan stared at Chen Yong condescendingly, grinning, and Chen Yong was serious.
"Chen Guzhan, the chief of the boxing group, has won consecutive victories. In the second round, Chen Ying, the chief of the kick group, will face off against Chen Fenghua, the chief of the saber group." Elder Chen Xing announced loudly, and Chen Guzhan jumped off the ring. A lot of strength, need a break.
Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua came to the stage, Chen Ying's legs were wearing long leopard leather boots, the long knife on Chen Fenghua's back was gone, and he was holding a black wooden knife in his hand.
Chen Ying's eyes are full of wildness, the kind of eyes that most people can't bear, but Chen Fenghua is calm and calm, as if he is not affected by any external objects.
Without saying a word, Chen Ying rushed out quickly, with a figure as strong as a cheetah, leaped seven or eight meters in an instant, and swept towards Chen Fenghua's lower body with one leg like a steel whip. Chen Fenghua jumped lightly, with the black wooden knife in his hand It turned into a black light and chopped forward.
Standing on the ground with one hand, he turned around, his legs were like a whirlwind, one leg swept towards the knife light, and the other leg hit Chen Fenghua's chest like a python turning over.
"Sure enough, it's not easy to become the chief." Chen Zong secretly said, but the ordinary warriors were dumbfounded, it turned out that they could still fight like this.
One shot down, but the light of the sword split into two in an instant, cutting towards Chen Ying's legs at the same time.
The collision, with a burst of terrifying force, Chen Ying landed on the ground, supported his hands and bounced up instantly, his legs alternated like two big pythons coming out of the hole, Chen Fenghua landed floatingly, lightly tapped the ring with his toes, and avoided Chen Ying's double like flowing water. leg, and the wooden knife in his hand followed.
This slash was out of control, and the light of the knife continued continuously, as if it would never stop.
During the Dacheng peak python kicks, the Dacheng peak sword wind kicks were performed alternately, the strong wind roared, smashing one black saber light after another, they collided continuously, and the wooden knife and leopard leather boots made muffled noises continuously.
The battle was fierce.
Chen Ying's kicks are like her character, full of wildness, while Chen Fenghua's sword strikes, no matter how fierce they are, always have a calm and calm look.
No matter how Chen Ying attacked, Chen Fenghua always responded with ease. Chen Zong could tell that he was looking for an opportunity.
Chen Zong put himself in, imagining how he would deal with such an opponent.
Chen Fenghua's sword technique is a series of knife techniques, reaching the peak level, the knife comes out of the chain, and suddenly, as if the endless series of swords light up, the slashing knife brings a terrible strong wind, which seems to split the front, and can shatter a piece. The boulder is powerful and heavy.
The pinnacle of heavy hitting swordsmanship!
Different from the series of swordsmanship, the heavy strike swordsmanship pays attention to one strike, directly defeats the target, and never makes a second strike.
The timing of this knife was just right, making Chen Zong's eyes shine.
This cut was completely beyond Chen Ying's expectations, and he had no time to react, let alone move his blood.
This knife is powerful, heavy and ferocious.
Chen Ying was slashed, flew upside down, fell into the ring, and lost.
"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the sword technique group, has won consecutive victories." Elder Chen Xing announced again: "In the third round, the chief of the sword technique group will face off against Chen Yong, the chief of the palm technique group."
After some rest, Chen Yong's palms recovered.
Under the arena, Chen He, the instructor of the boxing group, stared at Chen Zong with playful eyes. When he heard that Chen Zong had practiced Tiger Power Boxing to perfection, he took the lead in naming him and giving him enough attention. Unexpectedly, the other party rejected him and refused to enter. In the boxing group, he entered the sword group instead, which made him very upset.
"Chen Chuyun, your swordsmanship team is too weak. Even a person who has practiced swords for a month can win the first place." Chen He looked at Chen Chuyun and said sarcastically.
Chen Chuyun glanced at Chen He, ignored it, and ignored it.
On the arena, Chen Yong took a deep breath, performed the palm-shattering palm technique, and faced Chen Zong.
After fighting Chen Guzhan, and seeing the battle between Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, Chen Yong also realized that to become the chief of each group, there must be something special. Being able to defeat Chen Zuoyi to win the chief position, the strength is probably not too weak, so it deserves to be treated with caution.
His heart was beating low and powerfully, and his whole body was filled with strength. Chen Zong took a step forward and made the afterimage swordsmanship, with the tip of his sword pointing directly at Chen Yong.
(end of this chapter)