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The detective found that Cao Wei was already flooded with spring water, and the restless Congye had no choice but to coax Cao Wei and say:

"Doesn't Xiaowei know that the more she fights for her husband, the more courageous she becomes?"

At this point, Cao Wei had to stand up to greet her, and muttered worriedly:

"The slave family is just worried that the officials will have a competition tomorrow."

"If you want to get the martial champion for your husband, you need to warm up with Xiaowei's body first."

It was another sleepless night, but the leaves of the bushes, who had fought all night, did look more energetic.

The sleeping girls were left alone, led by the soldiers sent by Zhong Lingshu to the school military field.

Wu Zhuangyuan's competition is a draw, and after the draw, the opponents drawn will fight each other one by one until the first place is finally decided.

Cong Ye casually took out a lot, and saw that it was written on the thirteenth, which was Cong Ye's own identity number plate. When everyone has an identity number plate, there is an examiner who disrupts all the number plates, and each time two license plates are drawn, they are each other's opponents in the next competition.

After drawing lots, Cong Ye watched the competition in the field while waiting for the examiner to call the number.

After a few glances, I found that although everyone in the end of the game had exquisite moves, but their strength was not as good as their own, Cong Ye was no longer worried.

When I heard the examiner shouting:

"No. 13 Cong Ye, to No. 7 Zhao Jinguang."

Cong Ye walked into the competition venue with his feet raised, holding an iron rod in his arms and staring at a samurai in his thirties who was holding a long knife and slowly walked up.

When the other party came to Cong Ye's side, the long knife was bent into his arms, and his hands clenched his fists to Cong Ye, and he said:

"Please advise."

Wait for the bush to attack.

Obviously, the other party didn't take Cong Ye, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, in his eyes.

Cong Ye also understood that if he didn't strike first, the opponent would definitely disdain to make the first move, so he moved forward with his right foot, held the stick body with his right hand, and held the tail of the stick with his left hand.

Zhao Jinguang raised his knife very casually to greet him, but he never dreamed that his long knife had just touched the young man's iron rod, and he heard a thunderous explosion next to his ear: click. Immediately, there was a buzz, and the long knife that had been soaked for many years actually flew out of his hand, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand holding the knife was already shattered, and blood flowed.

The next few fights were all a move, and the weapons in his hands were knocked off by the iron rod of the young man, and all of them were cracked.

It is really unreasonable, no one in the dignified barley country is a young general, which makes all the officials on the lookers a little angry, especially those generals.

Even the emperor, who came up to watch the battle, felt incredible, and even felt unfinished.

I couldn't help but say:

"Pass the decree, let the new champion Cong Ye Dance a set of stick methods to see."

Hearing the emperor's will, Cong Ye immediately unfolded his body, and when a set of endless stick dances, only the shadow of the stick in the school military field was seen, where can you still see the shadow of the young Cong Ye

Especially when Congye used a move to split Huashan, the iron rod in his hand was stunned to knock down a half-foot-deep soil ditch on the granite-paved ground of the school military field.

At this point, no one dares to despise the young man in the field.

"The champion of Xuanxinke is coming recently."

When Cong Ye came to the side of the school field, and the emperor sat on the high platform with a stick and saluted, the emperor asked:

"The iron rod in Cong Aiqing's hand is geometric"

"Long live Hui, the iron rod weighs one hundred and eighty-six pounds."

Shhhh Not to mention dancing, even if you hold it in your hand, it is very difficult. But when I looked at the use of the bush leaves just now, it was as light as nothing.

"Okay, there are people in the field who are not convinced, you might as well go down and compare again."

After waiting for a while, seeing that no one dared to compete with Cong Ye again, the emperor was just about to announce Cong Ye as the champion of today's science and martial arts, when a person suddenly stood up among the ministers around him and whispered to the emperor:

"Long live, the martial champion not only needs to be proficient in eighteen martial arts, but also needs to be skilled in bows and horses."

The emperor was right when he heard it, even if he changed his words and said:

"Cong Aiqing is familiar with bow horses"

"Long live back, it's not satisfactory."

As soon as they heard Cong Ye answer like this, many ministers wanted to see this young champion of liberal arts make a fool of himself in public. After all, many of the people who came to participate in the Wu Zhuangyuan competition today were relatives of the officials present, or even their own sons, so no one was willing to give up Wu Zhuangyuan to a little-known teenager.

"Hooray, you might as well try your hand at arching again."

"Decree, if any martial artist thinks that he can beat the bush leaves on the bow horse, he can go down and compete again."

Of course, the emperor also hopes to select a real talent who is both civil and military.

As soon as he heard this, almost all the people who had lost under Cong Ye's hands just now were eager to try, Cong Ye looked around, and with a smile on his face, he took over the war horse led by a soldier, as well as the long work in his hand. This time, Cong Ye didn't bring the bow that came from the bandit black god, because when he was in Shanglong Village, he didn't think about winning the martial champion at all.

Congye was not in a hurry to get on the horse, so he first tried the bow and arrow in his hand.

I saw that he stood still on the spot, and he didn't even pose to draw the bow, so he fought with his arms, and gently pulled a bow into a full moon, and with a click, the longbow had already been cut in two.

Without Cong Ye saying anything, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp again.

On the contrary, the emperor was happy and shouted:

"Spread the decree, take the treasure of the town treasury in the treasury, the iron bow of a thousand stones."

The so-called thousand-stone iron bow, as the name suggests, requires the strength of a thousand stones to be full.

When a fast horse galloped over, and the thousand-stone iron bow that could only be carried by two soldiers was handed over, Cong Ye reached out and grabbed it lightly.

There was a moon in his arms again, and the thousand-stone iron bow that no one had been able to pull away for many years was gently and skillfully pulled into a full moon again by the young man's bush leaves.

Cong Ye had already heard the emperor say that it was the treasure of the town treasury, so he didn't dare to use all his strength, worried that it would be difficult to explain if he broke the bow in his hand again.

Those who were eager to try just now began to retreat, and the emperor also saw that no one should have the courage to end up again. However, he still wanted to see how the soon-to-be-born champion of civil and military affairs was accomplished in the bow and arrow

So he opened Chrysostom again and decreed:

"Take the arrows, and let the new champion Congye show his archery skills."

Casually taking the arrows handed over by the soldiers, Cong Ye knew that these arrows were by no means comparable to the arrows of the Cao family in Shanglong Village, so he was not worried that they would be broken.

Pulling the bow and winding it, he didn't care how far away he was from the bull's-eye in the distance, and he stood in place with three arrows in succession.

In full view of everyone, the three arrows not only hit the bull's-eye 300 steps away, but all of them passed through the target, leaving only a hole the thickness of an arrow at the bull's-eye.

Who else wants to compete for the martial champion

The emperor looked left and right with a happy face, and loudly announced that the champion of this branch is also a cong leaf.