Chapter 9 Dabi begins

When the first ray of sunlight appeared from the horizon, the bell tower, the highest point of Tangfu, rang the first bell in the morning.

One after another came out from all over the Tang Mansion and went to the wide martial arts competition platform. Most of these people were teenage girls. These young girls showed excited expressions on their faces and kept talking about something, as if a big thing was about to happen.

There is indeed a big event to happen today, that is, the annual Tang Dynasty of the Tang clan will begin. Every year, Tangfu holds a martial arts competition that affects all young generations of the direct branches of the Tang family. The winner will have rich prizes. Almost every big family will have this means to encourage the next generation to work hard to practice martial arts.

When the sun rises high, the competition platform is already surrounded by people. Some people couldn't wait to talk to each other.

"Look, the patriarchs are coming! Huh, who is the man next to him? I don't seem to have seen it!"

"You don't know that. It's Tang Feiling, the eldest son of the patriarch, who has been outstanding since he was a child, but has been away from home for several years. It is said that he has been studying in the Fengshen Martial Arts Museum in the imperial capital a few years ago, and he just came back from the imperial capital a few days ago.

"Fengshen Martial Arts Museum? Is it the martial arts hall opened by the three masters of the imperial capital? It's really awesome. You see that his breath is calm and he is walking. At a glance, he knows that his strength is unfathomable. Maybe he would have been promoted to Yuanlijing long ago. If he participated in this time than me, it would have nothing to do with us.

"Don't worry, Tang Feiling was 18 years old the year before last and will not participate in this martial arts competition."

"That's okay, ah, look, the third master, the fourth master and the fifth master are all here. Oh, am I wrong? Isn't that the famous martial arts waste in our Tang Dynasty? Why did he come? He never participated in martial arts competition before.

"Where, where is it? Ah, it's really him. I didn't expect him to come. Haha, there is a good show this time. You don't know. A few days ago, this guy competed with Tang Biao. As a result, he was beaten to spit blood and fell into a coma. Later, he made an appointment with Tang Biao to fight today. I heard that Master Tang Ji also bet on a Peiyuan Dan.

"Really, this rubbish can beat Tang Biao. Isn't it looking for death? However, Master Tang Ji actually took Pei Yuandan as a bet, which is really generous!"

"Who said no? Well, leave it alone. The game is about to start. Let's draw lots!"

On the high viewing platform, the long-bearded and gloomy-faced patriarch of the Tang family sat in the center and looked at the martial arts platform below with a serious expression. On his right, a handsome man sat slightly behind him. Although the man looked only in his early 20s, he showed a sense of calmness. If it hadn't been for the slender eyes and slightly feminine, the whole person would be perfect. At this time, he smiled and talked to his younger brother Tang Biao next to him. By his side, Tang Biao changed his previous arrogance and stood obediently.

"Brother, I heard that you and Tang Lin have an appointment to have a martial arts competition today?" The young man asked with a smile.

"Yes, big brother, you came back just in time. Let's see how I teach that loser. This boy dares to fight with me. I won't kill him this time!" Tang Biao said excitedly and couldn't wait to go up immediately.

The young man heard the words and glanced at the right side of the stands. There, the third uncle Tang Sheng and Tang Lin were talking with a smile.

The young man's eyes immediately aroused Tang Lin's vigilance. He looked over without a trace and just met the young man's eyes. The young man smiled at Tang Lin and then looked away. But the disdain in his eyes was keenly captured by Tang Lin. When Tang Lin saw Tang Biao beside him, he suddenly understood what was going on.

"Uncle, is the person sitting next to your uncle Tang Biao's eldest brother Tang Feiling?" Tang Lin asked the third uncle sitting next to him.

The third uncle glanced at the young man and nodded: "Yes, Tang Feiling has had a talent for practicing martial arts since he was a child. He was selected by the Fengshen Martial Arts Museum in the capital and has been practicing in the imperial capital. I just came back a few days ago. I'm afraid this person has cultivated to Yuanli Realm. Don't provoke him.

Tang Lin listened, his eyes flashed with a trace of fine light, nodded and stopped talking.

At this time, the third uncle looked at Tang Lin with great interest and looked directly at Tang Lin. He was uncomfortable all over, and slowly said, "Lin'er, I haven't noticed it these days. I didn't expect that your "Chu Mingxin Tips" had been cultivated to the third level. If I hadn't heard Wu Zheng mention it, even I would have been in the dark. Listen to Wu Zheng say, do you want to learn knife techniques?

Tang Lin smiled and said bravely, "Uncle, I don't know what's going on. I just practiced desperately and went to the third floor confusedly."

The third uncle nodded: "In this way, I'm a little relieved. Previously, you made an appointment with Tang Biao, and I didn't want you to go up, but now your strength is at the peak of the state of accumulation, and you can fight with Tang Biao. However, when the stage is on the stage, don't show off. There are not only masters in our main vein, but also many good disciples below. Don't fall in love when you meet a master, just admit defeat.

Just when Tang Lin listened to his third uncle's instructions.

Not far from them, not far from the left side of the patriarch of Tangfu, a short and fat middle-aged man like Maitreya Buddha also said to the patriarch with a smile, "Brother, this martial arts competition is a little different from previous years. Many branch disciples who are usually not seen have come from all over the world. It seems that they want to reach out to the property of our main vein. !"

The gloomy patriarch of Tangfu sneered: "Fourth brother, we don't need to worry about this. The fifth brother will solve it for us."

The short and fat middle-aged man smiled and glanced at the stage with a smile. Around the stage, Tang Lin's fifth uncle Tang Hai and several elders of the Tangfu Martial Arts Hall were maintaining order. Beside the fifth uncle, Tang Lan, who wore a blue samurai suit and a convex figure, still looked cold and heroic. A group of teenage girls of the third generation in Tang Dynasty are lined up to get number plates from Tang Hai. The scene is very neat.

At this time, the short and fat middle-aged man raised his voice to the third uncle on the right: "Third brother, I heard that Tang Lin and Tang Biao's two little guys made an appointment to play today ten days ago. Whoever wins will get a Peiyuan Dan. Does the third brother know about this?"

The third uncle didn't answer, but asked coldly, "Why, Lao Si also wants to make some bets?"

The short and fat man laughed and said, "How can this be embarrassing? And this is just a child's gambling. Of course, we can't play like this."

At this time, Tang Feiling interrupted and said, "Uncle, why don't we make a bet? If the thirteenth brother wins, I am willing to give the Xuanyuan Dan given to me by our curator to the thirteenth brother. I don't know if the third uncle dares to gamble?

"Xuan Yuandan?!" Everyone around looked shocked and looked at Tang Feiling incredulously.

The boss of Tangfu also frowned and said, "Fei Ling, you have to think about it. This Xuanyuan Dan is the best elixir in Yuan Dan! Very precious!"

Tang Feiling waved his hand and said proudly, "It doesn't matter. I have advanced to the Yuanli realm. This Xuanyuan Dan has little effect on me. If the thirteenth brother really wins Tang Biao. It doesn't matter if it's a gift for the thirteenth brother. I'm afraid that the third uncle dares not bet with me. Yes, the thirteenth brother has been weak and sick since he was a child and hates martial arts. It is almost impossible to expect him to beat Tang Biao in ten days. If the third uncle doesn't dare to gamble, I understand.

Tang Feiling said a few words and squeezed the third uncle with a gun and a stick. The disdain and irony in his tone could be heard by everyone.

The third uncle's face changed, and his heart was extremely angry: Tang Feiling, a junior, actually squeezed him face to face. When I was in the realm of vitality, you were still eating milk. Now that Wudi has been practicing for several years, he dares to contradict me.

"Uncle, we made a bet!" A clear voice suddenly said.

Everyone took a look and found that the speaker was Tang Lin. At this time, Tang Lin, with his hands on his back, had a serious face and a generous and calm look, but his immature face and short height greatly reduced his temperament. He looked like a child pretending to be an adult, which made people look very awkward. Everyone was surprised for only a few seconds, and then everyone except the third uncle laughed.

Looking at their laughing faces, Tang Lin remained calm and remained calm until their laughter became smaller and smaller.

Tang Feiling is relatively elegant. She laughed twice and stopped and said to Tang Lin, "Very good, thirteenth brother, courage is commendable. However, if you want to bet, you have to get the consent of the third uncle.

Before he finished his words, the third uncle said, "Okay, I'll bet with you. I don't know what you like about me?"

Tang Feiling's eyes flashed, and his attention shifted from Tang Lin to the third uncle. He smiled and said, "I heard that the third uncle has a sword, cutting iron like mud, blowing hair and breaking hair. It is a rare magic weapon. I want to bet on the sword with the third uncle. If the thirteenth brother wins, Xuanyuan Dan will naturally return to the thirteenth brother. If Tang Biao wins by chance, his nephew will not be polite.

Tang Lin frowned: "Uncle, can't..."

Tang Lin knew that this ice blue sword is the treasure of the third uncle. The ice blue sword is a soft sword that is usually worn on the waist of the third uncle. I can't even see it. Even Tang Lin has never played it. Tang Feiling wants to bet on his third uncle's ice blue sword, and his intentions are extremely sinister. If he loses the ice blue sword, the third uncle will break his arm. It looks like a tiger without it.

The third uncle waved his hand and stopped what Tang Lin wanted to say, "lin, the third uncle believes you."

After saying that, he said to Tang Feiling, "Fei Ling, if you want to bet on my ice blue sword, I'm afraid a Xuanyuan elixir is not enough!"

"Haha, third brother, how about Feiling's nephew's Xuanyuan Dan not enough, plus my ten Peiyuan Dan?" The short and fat man said with a smile. The rumbling of his eyes looked extremely cunning.

Third Uncle patted the seat: "Okay, I'll bet on you. Lin'er, the martial arts competition is about to begin. Go down and draw lots!"

At this time, the following lottery was basically over. Tang Biao looked at Tang Lin provocatively and jumped from the stands without saying a word. The stands were four or five meters high. Ordinary people jumped down and might break their legs, but Tang Biao jumped down and landed steadily. It shows the strength of its body.

"Uncle, don't worry, your nephew will not let you down!" Tang Lin smiled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.