Chapter 86 Master Teng Qingshan looked stiff. He knew that Chu Linguang could win the title of future martial arts scholar and his strength must not be underestimated, but he would never lose to him.
I came here this time, firstly to make a name for myself, and secondly to improve my martial arts.
As a result, Chu Linguang's reputation was fulfilled, and his martial arts ambitions were also hit.
Finally, he faced Guo Wei and said with a dejected expression: "Master Guo has accepted a good apprentice. I lost."
"Assignment."
Chu Linguang took back his spear and cupped his fists at Teng Qingshan.
"The future martial arts examiner will indeed live up to his reputation."
Teng Qingshan sighed.
He promoted Chu Linguang, and indirectly promoted himself. There was no shame in being defeated by a martial artist.
"He just had a sudden idea and happened to catch a flaw in yours. If we fight again, Lin Guang will definitely not be your opponent. Teng Xiucai, don't belittle yourself."
Guo Wei said solemnly.
He saw that Teng Qingshan's martial arts will was wavering and wanted to help him. Secondly, Chu Linguang was able to defeat Teng Qingshan. He relied on the second layer of Qiao Jin's strength to catch Teng Qingshan off guard and finally won by chance.
The title of future martial arts examiner should not fall on Chu Linguang no matter what.
Of course, Chu Linguang's victory was completely beyond his expectation.
Guo Wei originally thought that Chu Linguang could match Teng Qingshan within 130 rounds with his perfect marksmanship, but he lost around [-] rounds.
Unexpectedly, Chu Linguang awakened the second level of Qiao Jin's power, disrupted Teng Qingshan's mentality, and won the victory.
He had never thought of this result before, but Guo Wei was very excited that Chu Linguang could have such strength. Chu Linguang could surprise him from time to time, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he became.
"Thank you, Master Guo."
Teng Qingshan looked grateful, understanding that Guo Wei wanted to help him regain his confidence and also wanted to help him get off the ground.
"Master Guo, when Mr. Chu's energy and blood recover, I will compete with him again."
Lin Yuanfu cupped his hands and said.
"it is good."
Guo Wei nodded and ordered Guo Fang to make medicinal tea for Chu Linguang. At the same time, he helped Chu Linguang firmly grasp the second level of Qiao Jin's power. He was worried that it was just a flash of inspiration and that Chu Linguang would not be able to grasp it.
Then Chu Linguang carefully demonstrated the key tips to Chu Linguang.
Chu Linguang watched attentively. Guo Wei was in front of Teng Qingshan and Lin Yuanfu, instructing him on how to grasp the second level of Qiaojin's power. The process involved personal experience, as well as mastering the essentials of breathing and qi and blood.
In martial arts practice, the most taboo thing is for others to steal your master.
Guo Wei did not shy away from anything at this moment, and even raised his voice deliberately. Chu Linguang fully understood his intention. Guo Wei hoped that this remote guidance would make Teng Qingshan and Lin Yuanfu remember this relationship, and be able to block the wind and waves outside after walking out of the martial arts gym. Down.
In Guo Wei's heart, he was still worried that the reputation of the future martial arts examiner would affect Chu Linguang's career and practice, so he tried his best to help Chu Linguang save it.
Chu Linguang silently recorded this feeling, and started to study properly. By relying on Qiao Jin's numerical value, he finally firmly grasped this second level of power, and its power was far superior to others.
Two-quarters of an hour later, Guo Fang brought some medicinal tea for Chu Linguang to drink.
After Chu Linguang drank it, he used breathing techniques to absorb the potency. Guo Wei also stopped and rested.
"Thank you, Master Guo."
Teng Qingshan and Lin Yuanfu came to Guo Wei together and bowed to Guo Wei.
Guo Wei's careful teaching just now was a feast for the eyes of the two of them. They were grateful to Guo Wei from the bottom of their hearts and admired Guo Wei's way of doing for Teng Qingshan, the basis for regaining confidence is the hope that his own strength will become stronger. Guo Wei just gave guidance from a distance, giving him the confidence to fully master the second level of Qiaojin's power before next year's provincial examination.
In their hearts, Guo Wei deserves the title Master Guo.
Master is the honorific title of a great master.
Tie Zhennan's strength is not weaker than Guo Wei, but others only call him the Master of the Iron Hall, and few people call him Master Tie. This is what Tie Zhennan has always wanted to surpass Guo Wei.
Guo Wei waved his hand gently, indicating that the two of them should not take it to heart.
Two quarters later.
Chu Linguang finished breathing, stood up and said, "Master, I'm ready."
Lin Yuanfu had been waiting for a long time. After hearing this, he came to the middle of the backyard with an iron rod, raised his hands towards Chu Linguang and said: "Master Chu, please!"
Guo Wei nodded.
Chu Linguang immediately walked towards Lin Yuanfu. The two were five meters apart. He had already learned from Guo Wei that Lin Yuanfu's famous stunt was the Dulong Stick Technique.
Stick skills and spear skills are the main skills.
The stick technique is fickle.
Marksmanship is on the attack.
Today is the first time for Chu Linguang to compete with a master of stick skills.
"call!"
Lin Yuanfu didn't stick to small details and regarded Chu Linguang as an opponent of the same level. After seeing Chu Linguang getting ready, he took the lead in attacking.
With one move, he struck with a stick and attacked Chu Linguang's upper body.
Chu Linguang quickly entered a defensive state. He had seen Guo Wei demonstrate the stick technique. He could break a stone brick with a single tap. The technique was to condense the strength together and explode in an instant.
Chu Linguang's basic stick moves have been completed, but he has not yet mastered the stick technique. He only feels that Lin Yuanfu's stick head is like a raptor swooping down in the night sky, or a spiritual snake hiding in the grass and suddenly rushing out.
The accuracy is better than flying a gun right away.
Chu Linguang continuously provoked, slashed, and swept across before neutralizing Lin Yuanfu's initial six-point stick. He changed from defense to attack and used a series of marksmanship to cover Lin Yuanfu's upper body.
Lin Yuanfu advanced and retreated freely, and his stick skills changed with Chu Linguang's spear skills. At first, he did not compete with Chu Linguang's strength, trying to find flaws in Chu Linguang's moves.
It's a pity that Chu Linguang's attack may not be fierce enough, but his moves are flawless.
Lin Yuanfu's changes in stick skills were able to keep up with Chu Linguang's rhythm, even faster and more accurately, but he could break through Chu Linguang's defense and defeat all Chu Linguang's attacks, always at a distance.
He was horrified to find that although his stick skills could be varied, he could not disrupt the rhythm of Chu Linguang's marksmanship through unexpected moves. No matter how cunning and weird his attacks were, Chu Linguang's marksmanship could always defend him at the last level and defeat his stick. Fa stopped.
"boom!"
So he mobilized the power of Qi and blood.
The breath vibrated in unison with the stick technique, and the energy and blood resonated with the long stick. A clever force burst out on the stick technique, and the long stick was thrown out wildly, covering Chu Linguang like a tornado.
Chu Linguang felt the pressure, and felt that Lin Yuanfu's stick skills suddenly became much faster, and the stick shadows wanted to penetrate from his moves.
The spear collided with the iron rod. Chu Linguang could resist the shock force, but Lin Yuanfu's stick techniques were ever-changing. With the help of Qiao Jin, the iron rod finally broke through Chu Linguang's defense and hit Chu Linguang's shoulder.
Chu Linguang felt that a poisonous snake suddenly sprang out in front of his eyes and bit him on the shoulder. The rhythm of his marksmanship was about to get messed up. His pupils dilated rapidly, and he felt that the world had disappeared, leaving only the shadow of the stick.
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