Chapter 19: Is this cheating?

　　 Seeing that all the three generations of Quanzhen Sect disciples had arrived, Ma Yu, who was closing his eyes and rested, opened his eyes, gazed at the many disciples in front of him with relief, and slowly spoke.
"Everyone is the mainstay of my Quanzheng Sect, and the future achievements will be limitless. Today I compete with each other in the same school. Remember that the brothers in the school must regard peace as the most important thing, and do not rely on bravery to fight fiercely. In the meantime, I was so painful, so I stopped to blame me for not being affectionate, and the rules were dealt with!"
Ma Yu's voice is not that loud, but many of the disciples standing tens of meters away can hear clearly. When he said the last few words, his voice burst like a thunder. Everyone was dizzy.
　　 Qiu Chuji couldn't help but exclaimed: "Senior brother's cultivation base is getting deeper and deeper, and you can tell with just one hand that his inner strength cultivation base is probably above mine."
　　 The other five sons all nodded and said yes, ashamed.
　　 Ma Yu looked around and saw that everyone was a clever appearance, nodded in satisfaction, waved, Dao Tong held up a big box.
　　 "I announce, the martial art competition~ start!"
　　 Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Ma Yu reached out and took out two lists from the box, took a closer look, and then read: "Yu Zhicheng vs. Liu Zhixuan! Two disciples go out."
　　 Two disciples of the third generation walked out slowly, saluted the Seventh Quanzhen in turn, and then set up a posture, ready to discuss.
　　 Ma Yu stroked his beard and said loudly: "Start!"
　　 The two moved at the same time, the long sword in their hands was out of the sheath, the tip of the sword was lowered, and the body tilted slightly. Each pair used one of the true swordsmanship styles of Feng Lai Yi!
　　Feng Lai Yi is the weakest style in the Quanzhen Swordsmanship. Because its posture resembles a salute, it is used as a starting hand style for learning in the door to show the harmony of the door.
After the rituals were done, the two of them fought together. Their internal strengths are equal, and they are all practicing swordsmanship. In addition, they practice swords together on weekdays. They are very familiar with each other. I should have never fought less, I saw the two people's sword shadows twinkling, and their bodies are light. What you come and I are fighting is equal...
　　 Su Yi looked at it carefully for a moment, then rolled his head in disdain.
And Ma Yu and others also showed dissatisfaction. The swordsmanship of these two men is beautiful at first glance, but unfortunately the actions are flashy. They gave up their power in pursuit of magnificence, not to mention, even some sword moves have been slightly changed. Looks a lot more chic, but the power is also weakened a lot, the typical two-eyed master is low.
　　 About Mo's time to fight for a stick of incense, Yu Zhicheng finally narrowly defeated Liu Zhixuan by one move and won!
Facing Yu Zhicheng, who was full of excitement and saluted him, Ma Yu shook his head and sighed: "Zhicheng, you have a very good understanding. You have made rapid progress over the years, but you have neglected the journey of martial arts. You must be down-to-earth, step by step. Now You are a little too focused on being chic and neat, ignoring the essence of swordsmanship. If you abandon those flashy things, you should have won more easily in this competition!"
　　 A hot comment came to the point, saying that Yu Zhicheng was sweating profusely and bowed and said: "The disciple thanks the teacher for his teachings, and I will never repeat it in the future!"
　　 After speaking, he bowed and retired.
　　 Ma Yu said again: "In this competition, Yu Zhicheng wins! In the next game, Zhao Zhijing will face Liu Zhiyi!"
　　 Su Yi's expression was shocked, he stabbed Yin Zhiping, and said in a low voice: "I'm here so soon, just to see how his strength is better than you."
　　 Yin Zhiping shook his head, and also whispered: "I can't tell, this Liu Zhiyi is Zhao Zhijing's junior. He has always been the only one to look forward to, and this competition is no more than a cutscene."
　　Sure enough, Yin Zhiping didn't say what Yin Zhiping said. After the two played, but after fighting for a while, Zhao Zhijing easily defeated Liu Zhiyi without even having the sword out of the sheath.
　　Su Yi couldn't help but curl his lips, "You are so fake in fights, and you can't even act. Brother Yin, you have been suppressed by such a tease for a few years. It's really useless."
　　 After a few words, Yin Zhiping rolled his eyes and said that they are so crowded, what can I do?
After a few more games, the people who played were all the same people that Su Yi had never seen before, and the martial arts was really not that superb. I could see Su Yi yawning straight, and the six sitting all true members were all busy. Respectively, some held a cup of tea to taste tea, some closed their eyes to rest their minds, and the only female elder was quietly separated from the grandson, and even had a whisper to the female disciples standing behind.
　　 "Next game, Yin Zhiping vs. Wang Zhiyuan!"
　　 Su Yi's confused spirit suddenly lifted.
Yin Zhiping whispered ugly: "This Wang Zhiyuan is also Zhao Zhijing's junior. This guy will definitely consume my energy desperately. In the past, I couldn't match Zhao Zhijing because I spent too much energy in advance. And internal force."
After 　　 finished, he smacked his mouth in dissatisfaction, and walked forward slowly.
　　 After the two saluted each other, Wang Zhiyuan was as if he had been beaten with blood, shouted, stepped on his feet, and attacked Yin Zhiping straight.
　　 Yin Zhiping lifted his scabbard slightly, and blocked a sword stabbed by the opponent, the long sword whispered, and the scabbard was cut straight down the opponent's hem.
　　 Wang Zhiyuan saw that Yin Zhiping had attacked, and hurriedly closed his sword to defend, and the full-true swordsmanship was deployed. He couldn't splash the water he was protecting, and he looked like he didn't ask for merit, but wanted nothing.
In the face of Wang Zhiyuan who was defending hard, Yin Zhiping was like a mouse biting a tortoise. He had nowhere to lay his mouth. After fighting with two sticks of incense, he found a gap, put Wang Zhiyuan down, and took a breath. Qi, standing still, his forehead was already covered with sweat.
　　 Ma Yu nodded approvingly, and said loudly: "Yin Zhiping wins!"
Yin Zhiping walked down slowly and whispered to Su Yi: "A small half of these people are Zhao Zhijing's juniors. In each competition, most of the opponents I meet are from them. UU Read www.uukanshu So when .com met Zhao Zhijing, he was already exhausted and unable to show his full strength. Naturally, he was easily defeated. But this year, there is one more you. I hope I have good luck and can let you help me share some Opponent, I won’t say much, I’m going to take advantage of the time to regain my strength."
　　 After finishing speaking, Yin Zhiping closed his eyes and began to slowly regain his strength.
　　 "The next game, Gao Zhili vs. Lu Zhiyao!"
　　 "Next, Liang Zhihua vs. Chen Zhipeng!"
　　 "Next game, Sun Zhijie vs. Zhou Zhirong!"
　　 "The next game, Li Zhibin vs. Liu Zhichao!"
As the sun gradually goes west, the number of people eliminated is gradually increasing. The rules of the Big Competition are very simple. It is not like the resurrection matches in later generations. If you lose, you will be eliminated. Victory is considered promotion. Eliminate half of the people this time, until there are only four people left!
　　 Soon, the first big match will come to an end.
　　 Ma Yu took out the paper from the box and said loudly: "Next scene, Yang Kang is right...Huh?"
　　 He reached out his hand and fumbled in the paper box for a moment, then showed a surprised and speechless wry smile on his face, and said helplessly: "Yang Kang, bye, automatic promotion!"
"what???!!!"
　　 The neat horror sounded. Hundreds of sounds even caused resonance, tingling people's ears, which was more ear-shocking than the sound of Ma Yu before Wu.
　　 And Qiu Chuji, who was sipping tea, spouted a sip of tea, and couldn't help coughing again and again.