Chapter 429 Xunmiao will determine the outcome with one arrow
Liu Yitian sighed: "Yes, as long as you study hard, you can hope to reach the seventh level. This technique of yours is really powerful. If I had practiced it since I was a child, I would rarely talk about the third level now. Unfortunately, I'm old."
"This bow technique is no small matter. You have also seen the third and fourth elders. At first, their level declined, but later their true energy became much stronger than before, and their achievements in the future will definitely exceed their previous achievements." "I am older
. ." 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 the seventh grade, you will definitely return to the sixth grade, or even the fifth grade, within three years at most." Li Qingxian said.
Liu Yitian lowered his head slightly and said nothing.
Li Qingxian stopped talking and said, "Teach your children well and try to cultivate a few more tenth-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.
At dawn, Shen Gong sent everyone out of the house.
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 was 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 oxcart, 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, 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, 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 neighboring sects were watching.
"Tsk tsk, the Shen Gong sect is indeed different. It attracted more than twenty mouths in one breath." "I
heard that the new guest is a big businessman, but old Liu has arrived." "
Shh, don't talk nonsense. I heard that the new guest is here. The guest minister is related to the Qingshan Gang."
"If it really matters, why should you be a guest of the Shen Gong Sect? Wouldn't it be better to go directly to the Qingshan Gang? There are some things that just need to be heard, don't take them seriously." "I can't tell, I heard that someone in the Yamen is suppressing the Shen Gong Sect, but Shen
Gong Pai 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, we'll see later..."
Merging into the main road, a group of Horse-drawn carriages or ox-carts moved forward slowly, 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 seedling-seeking meeting, and almost everyone in the 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 few large 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 motorcade area, put down the "Shen Gong Sect" wooden sign, stood on the ground, and unloaded the table.
The thirty tables of weapons, clothes and food were not comparable to those of the inner city sects, but the pomp and circumstance ranked 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 to inquire about the situation.
In front of the sect's wooden sign, Li Qingxian and others were sitting on chairs, eating fruits and snacks.
Liu Yitian said: "This Miao Seeking Meeting is like what I said. It is similar 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." Seedlings." Li Qingxian said: "How to compare specifically?"
"Starting from the tenth level, two people fight each other, the loser leaves, and the winner stays. Finally, based on the disciple rankings, only the top twenty are selected and ranked. The red list and the black words. If there is a sect that is not satisfied with the ranking, you can challenge it, or even worse, 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, people from various sects participating in the war 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 Grade Battle in the Outer City has begun! Numbers 1 and 2 will go to the first venue, and No. 3 and 4 will go to the second venue..." Wei Chang, the head
teacher of Qiming Academy, was angry and sank into his dantian. The loud voice spread throughout the city, which was originally silent. The venue 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 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 men from the Menglang Gang opposite are practicing the ordinary Beilin Boxing, but they have a solid foundation and rich experience, making them even better. ..."
"The Zhou Family Sword is very strong and will definitely win."
"The Little Tang Sect's hidden weapons are excellent, but it's a pity that 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.
I saw Zheng Gaojue and a tenth-grade martial arts cultivator wearing a sword entering a ring specially prepared for bow cultivators. This 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 went straight to Jianxiu's door 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, and the arrow splashed everywhere with 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 be shot.
Someone from the sword cultivator's sect immediately shouted: "Junior brother, give up."
The sword cultivator still stumbled forward. His senior brother yelled several times before he heard it, then he stopped walking, held his hand towards Zheng Gaojue, and covered his wound. Turn around and leave.
(End of chapter)