Chapter 423 Xunmiao will determine the outcome with one stone
Liu Yitian said with emotion: "Yes, as long as you study hard, you can hope to reach the seventh level. This skill of yours is really powerful. If I had practiced it since I was a child, I would hardly be able to talk about the third level now. It's a pity that I am old."
"This bow technique is no small matter. You have also seen the three and four others. At first, their level declined, but later on, the true energy became much stronger than before, and their achievements in the future will definitely exceed that before."
"I'm old." Liu Yitian shook his head.
"You know very well that as long as you are willing to change your cultivation, even if you are downgraded to seventh grade, it will take at most three years to return to sixth grade, or even fifth grade." Li Qingxian said.
Liu Yitian lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
Li Qingxian stopped talking and said, "Then you should teach your children well and try to cultivate a few more ten-grade children before the Miao Seeking Meeting."
Liu Yitian nodded.
The leaves that cannot be blown away by the autumn wind will all fall to the ground on the day when the winter wind comes.
As the sky dawned, Shen Gong sent everyone out of the house.
The drivers drove ox carts in front, carrying thirty tables. Each table was wrapped in red cloth with bows and arrows, military uniforms and snacks, which were bright red.
On the first bullock cart was a red painted wooden sign with a black background and the words "Shen Gong Sect" written on it.
Behind the ox cart, Li Qingxian and Liu Yitian lined up in front, with third disciple Yu Xiaoshan, fourth disciple Xu Fang, seventh disciple Wang Shoude, eighth disciple Zheng Gaojue, and Zhou Hen and Yu Ping behind.
After them, there were more than twenty children, ranging in size and height, both boys and girls, but they were all a little thin.
The children were wearing uniform black short-fighting uniforms and carrying bows and arrows. Their expressions were calm, but their eyes were secretly glancing around.
Before it could merge into the main road, people from the neighboring sects were watching.
"Tsk, tsk, the Shen Gong Sect is indeed different. It recruited more than twenty mouths in one go."
"I heard that the new guest Qing is a big businessman, but old Liu Zai has arrived."
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. I heard that the new guest is related to the Qingshan Gang."
"If it really matters, why don't you treat me as a guest sent by Shen Gong? Why don't you just go to the Qingshan Gang? There are some things that you just need to listen to, don't take it seriously."
"I can't say for sure. I heard that someone in the Yamen is suppressing the Shen Gong Sect, but the Shen Gong Sect doesn't care at all. If you want to buy anything, just go to the Qingshan Gang."
"However, there are too few people on our street who can afford thirty tables..."
"Yeah, let's see later..."
Merging into the main road, horse-drawn carriages or ox-carts slowly moved forward, carrying red cloth tables.
Group after group of people headed to the south of the city.
The sects with more fleets held their heads high and were beaming with joy, while the sects with fewer fleets had expressionless faces.
After walking for nearly an hour, the team arrived outside the south of the city.
The temporary school grounds were decorated with colorful flags and rough flat arenas were arranged everywhere. People from the Yamen and Qiming Academy were responsible for keeping records, while people from the Qingshan Gang were responsible for maintaining order.
Tens of thousands of people gathered outside the venue for the Miao Seeking Meeting, and almost everyone from the entire county gathered there.
Qiyuan County was originally a small county. After Li Gangfeng became the county magistrate, Qiyuan County prospered and became one of the largest counties nearby.
Whenever Qiyuan County holds a meeting to search for seedlings, people from nearby cities, villages and towns hundreds of miles away will come with their families.
The winter wind blew, and under the sunshine, many people put their hands in their sleeves, curled their necks, and lightly stamped their feet.
The Shen Gong Sect's motorcade stopped in the outer city's motorcade area, put down the "Shen Gong Sect" wooden sign, stood on the ground, and unloaded the table.
The weapons, clothes, and food provided by the thirty tables are not comparable to those of the inner city sects, but their ostentation ranks among the top five in the outer city.
Many small sects looked at the Shen Gong Sect in surprise. Not far away, some people who knew they could not join the large sect kept looking at the Shen Gong Sect's location to inquire about the situation.
In front of the martial arts wooden sign, Li Qingxian and others were sitting on chairs, eating fruits and snacks.
Liu Yitian said: "This Miao Seeking Meeting is just like what I said. It is the same everywhere. It is about competing for strength and ranking. Whoever ranks high, whoever has more tables, whoever is strong, whoever is famous will be able to attract more good people."
seedling."
Li Qingxian said: "How do you compare it specifically?"
"Starting from the tenth level, two pairs fight each other, the loser leaves, and the winner stays. Finally, the scores are based on the disciple rankings, and only the top twenty are selected for ranking, with red and black letters. If there is a sect that does not accept the ranking, you can challenge it.
What's even worse is to worship the mountain in public." Liu Yitian said, seeming to glance at Li Qingxian casually.
Li Qingxian smiled and did not answer.
As soon as the time came, people came to the main stage in front of the venue one after another.
The county magistrate, the dean of Qiming Academy, the elders of the Blood Clothes Sect, the deputy gang leader of the Qingshan Gang, and others sat behind the main stage. The county magistrate gave a speech on behalf of the county magistrate, and then the major forces introduced briefly, and then the dean of Qiming Academy served as the master of ceremonies.
, read out the rules of the competition.
Afterwards, the participants from each sect came forward to draw lots, and the number on each paper ball was their own number.
Each sect can have up to three members per grade.
Next, start the battle from No. 1 and No. 2, and so on. If they are from the same door, they will be staggered.
"The tenth-level battle in the outer city begins! No. 1 and No. 2 go to the first venue, and No. 3 and 4 go to the second venue..."
Wei Chang, the dean of Qiming Academy, became angry and sank into his dantian. His loud voice spread throughout the city, and the originally silent place became lively.
The disciples participating in the battle went to the flat arena one after another. The spectators in the distance jumped up and down to watch. Many experienced people stood on stools or even on stilts to watch.
Li Qingxian and others sat on the edge of the venue and watched quietly.
Liu Yitian commented while watching.
"This is from Wuhu Mountain. He has the complete inheritance of Wuhu Duanmen Dao, but this disciple is like a cat. On the other hand, the Menglang Gang opposite, they practice the ordinary Beilin Boxing, but they have a solid foundation and rich experience, so they are better
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"The Zhou family sword is very strong and will definitely win."
"The hidden weapons of the Little Tang Sect are excellent, but unfortunately they are not of the middle grade and cannot exert their true power..."
Li Qingxian listened quietly, kept observing, and gained more knowledge.
Not long after, Liu Yitian raised his voice and said: "Gao Jue is on the stage!"
The half-grown children behind him stared at their eighth senior brother with wide eyes.
They saw Zheng Gaojue and a tenth-grade martial arts cultivator armed with a sword entering a ring specially prepared for bow cultivators. The ring was not square, but rectangular, fifteen feet long from east to west and two feet wide.
Li Qingxian squinted his eyes and observed carefully. Now he could better test the true power of the upper realm technique.
After the referee gave the order, the swordsman drew out his long sword and rushed straight towards Zheng Gaojue.
Zheng Gaojue drew his bow and shot an arrow in one go.
Boom...
After the sound of the bowstring, the arrow whistled harshly.
All the knowledgeable martial arts cultivators present turned their heads and followed the sound.
Xiaojian rushed straight to the door facing Jianxiu at an incredible speed. Jianxiu just smiled indifferently and turned his head to avoid it.
The next moment, the energy hidden in the whistling arrow suddenly exploded, the arrow splashed everywhere, and there was a sharp explosion.
Dozens of arrowheads and sawdust fragments pierced the right side of Jianxiu's face and skull. Jianxiu felt stinging pain on his head and cheeks, his ears felt like needles pricking him, his vision went dark, and he was unable to stand still.
"That's enough." Liu Yitian shouted in a low voice, stopping Zheng Gaojue's second arrow that was about to shoot.
Someone from the sword cultivator's sect immediately shouted: "Junior brother, admit defeat."
The sword cultivator still stumbled forward. His senior brother shouted several times before he heard him. Then he stopped walking, cupped his hand to Zheng Gaojue, covered his wound and turned away.