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"Wang Yuan, can you admit defeat?!"

A long sword, the blade of which pointed directly at Wang Yuan's front door.

"I, I ......" The sword in Wang Yuan's hand had been knocked away, empty-handed, knowing that the defeat was decided, but the word "admit defeat" could not be said no matter what.

The onlookers were not happy and shouted: "Go down! Don't delay time! I'm anxious to see the next one!"

"The weapons are all flying, and it's a fart!"

"It's really blushing! Just his two three-legged cat kung fu, I really don't know why he is based on the ...... of the inner courtyard."

"Shhhh......h

"Alas, I really don't feel worthy for my brother...... Why did you bring such a foolish thing......"

......

The school field is held every three years.

There are more than 300 disciples in the "Cloud Suppression Sect", of which there are more than 20 disciples who have been passed on by Shizun himself, and nearly 100 disciples in the inner court, most of whom are taught by the senior brothers who have passed on from Shizun on weekdays, while the disciples of the outer court, more than 100 people, can only learn some soul smelting and forging the skin, which can only strengthen the body.

The disciples of the inner courtyard ranked their seats by virtue of the ranking of the big competition, and the best of them had the opportunity to be favored by the master and accepted as disciples in the room to teach the true meaning.

It's just that this "Wang Yuan" on the school field today is nominally a disciple of the inner court, but judging by his skills, I am afraid that he is not much stronger than the disciple of the outer court who is a miscellaneous servant.

Everyone's discussion made Wang Yuan's opponent, Zhang Cheng, a disciple of the inner courtyard, also very dissatisfied, and shouted angrily: "If you don't admit defeat again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

Wang Yuan sighed, finally made up his mind, and lowered his arms: "Okay, I-"

Zhang Cheng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, suddenly the sword edge turned, the long sword emitted a dazzling brilliance, and slammed the back of the sword on Wang Yuan's face, knocking him to the ground and fainting.

The sword was stained with blood.

"Wow! Senior Brother Zhang Cheng is good at swordsmanship!"

"It's long overdue!

"Hey, looking at him, he couldn't have been beaten to death by Senior Brother Zhang, right......?"

"Life and death are in the sky, and each has its own destiny. How can there be no such thing as a complete risk......"

"Alright! Alright! Wang Yuan didn't seem to be able to get up...... I announce!" The disciple of Shizun who came to supervise the battle cleared his throat: "This round of competition, the winner, Zhang Cheng! Wang Yuan...... Negative!"

Under the cheers of dozens of brothers and sisters around him, the winner, Zhang Cheng, wiped the blood stains from the long sword with a silk handkerchief with a disgusted face, and inserted the long sword back into the sheath.

Glancing at the rough-clothed young man who fell to the ground, a subtle smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and he thought: My ruthless attack this time is all entrusted by others, you can't blame me.

"Disciple of the inner court, Zhang Cheng!4 games, 3 wins and 1 draw, temporarily ranked fifth; Wang Yuan!4 games, 1 draw and 3 losses, tied for the 37th place with the junior disciples......" After statistics, the real-time ranking of the inner courtyard competition also came out, and the onlookers cheered again - naturally they were all dedicated to the winner Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, and casually arched his hand: "Accept!" and turned around to leave.

At this moment, I heard a voice behind me—

Wang Yuan slowly got up with difficulty, his body shaking.

"Heh, you really can't be killed!" Zhang Cheng thought to himself.

However, the victory and defeat have been divided, and he has indeed hit the other party hard, and he doesn't care about Wang Yuan. He walked away without looking back.

Wang Yuan looked up at the noon sun in a daze, and felt dizzy, and the beads of blood on his face splashed on the bluestone floor tiles.

The senior brother who supervised the battle drew a cross under Wang Yuan's name on the roster, and shouted loudly without raising his head: "The loser leaves the competition quickly, and the next group is ready!"

"In this scene, I lost again?" Wang Yuan muttered to himself, his body shook, and he fell to the ground again.

"Senior Brother Seven, Senior Brother Wang Yuan has fainted!" the person who cleaned up the venue called.

Senior Brother Du Zhan stood up and glanced at it, waved his hand in annoyance: "Drag it down—— next group, prepare!"

This day is November 27th.

......

On the afternoon of the day he lost the fourth round, Wang Yuan's father, who was in the countryside, drove more than 100 miles into the mountains to see him.

"This year's harvest is very bad, compared with last year's decrease of two or three ......"

"The old sow is dead and older...... I thought that maybe I could have another piglet, but it's a pity...... Also, people can't eat enough, and how can there be any leftovers for the pigs to eat......"

"After refining some lard, your mother is very happy, I must come to bring you ...... this time"

"Look at you, child! Bring it to you, and keep it! Who hasn't eaten lard...... Your mother and I still ate a little bit when we were refining that day, and it was delicious. In addition to you, leave a little for the New Year before eating......"

Listening to his father babbling a lot of words, Wang Yuan couldn't help but choke up a little. plucked up his courage, and finally said: "Dad, the child doesn't want to stay in the sect anymore......"

The royal father was stunned for a moment, and then said, "What nonsense is this kid talking again......

Wang Yuan said sadly: "Dad, the child has thought about it seriously...... It's true that children don't have such talent...... I'm sixteen years old this year, and I haven't gotten a glimpse of the cultivation path yet, and my eldest brother is already a disciple of the top three sects in the sect at my age...... If it weren't for the fact that Senior Brother had pity for the untimely death of my eldest brother, and had to carry me into the inner courtyard of the sect, with my ability, even if I had been in the sect for another three years, it would be useless...... It's better to go back to the hometown with your father as soon as possible to farm......"

"Bastard boy, farming, farming, farming, is there a shortage of farming land at home? Daddy is like this for you...... I don't want to—hmph, don't say such unproductive things in the future!" the royal father was angry, and his heart ached when he thought of his eldest son, who had unfortunately died young.

Wang Yuan teary-eyed: "Dad, it's not that the child doesn't want to stay in the sect, but now I can't even beat the junior disciples who have entered many lates, and the ranking in the inner courtyard has also dropped again and again, and if the number is less than fifty, you will have to pay twice as much, and if you are a hundred outside, you will be expelled to the outer courtyard......"

The royal father knew that he practiced very hard and had not returned home for three years, so he sighed: "It is also true that you are not as talented as your eldest brother, and your father should not force you...... Now that you have entered the sect, let's practice hard. Rankings or anything, don't force it. It's good to stay in the inner courtyard. It's really outside the fifty, isn't it just to hand over twice the tuition fee to the teacher, and my father and mother will find a way...... It's really a hundred, dad will beg your senior brother again, beg him to carry you again......"

"Dad—" Wang Yuan was so sad that he couldn't speak.

"Study hard, when you come out, maybe you can still get a job in the yamen......" The royal father is not yet forty years old, his hair is gray, his body is rickety, and he is old.

That's all he has fantasized about all his life, so every time he comes back to see Wang Yuan, he has to say it once.