Liu Yitian sighed with emotion: "Yes, as long as you study carefully, you can expect to be seven grades." This exercise of yours is really powerful, if I have practiced since I was a child, now I will not talk about the three grades. It's a pity that he's old. ”

"This bow method is not trivial, you have also seen the third and fourth elders, at first the realm declined, but then the true qi is far stronger than before, and the future achievements will inevitably exceed before."

"I'm old." Liu Yitian shook his head.

"You know very well that as long as you are willing to transfer, even if you are reduced to the seventh grade, at most three years, you will definitely return to the sixth grade, or even the fifth grade." Li Qing said leisurely.

Liu Yitian lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Li Qingxian didn't say anything more, and said: "Then teach the children well, and strive to cultivate a few more ten products before the seedling hunting meeting." ”

Liu Yitian nodded.

The leaves that the autumn wind does not blow away all fall on the day the winter wind comes.

The sky was bright, and the Divine Bow sent everyone out of the house.

The coachmen drove the oxen carts in front of them, carrying thirty tables, each of which was covered with red cloth with bows and arrows, military robes, and snacks.

The first ox cart has a red lacquered wooden plaque on a black background, with the words "Shengong Sect" written on it.

Behind the ox cart, Li Qingxian and Liu Yitian were in front, with the third disciple Yu Xiaoshan, the fourth disciple Xu Fang, the seventh disciple Wang Shoude, the eighth disciple Zheng Gaojue, Zhou Hate and Yu Ping behind.

They were followed by more than twenty children, of all sizes and heights, both male and female, but all slightly emaciated.

The children were dressed in uniform black short-fighting uniforms, carrying bows and arrows, and their faces were calm, but their eyes were secretly looking around.

Before it could merge into the avenue, people from the neighborhood sect watched one after another.

"Tsk, the Divine Bow Sect is indeed different, and it has attracted more than twenty mouths in one go."

"I heard that the new guest is a big family, but let Lao Liu Zai arrive."

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense, I heard that the new guest has something to do with the Qingshan Gang."

"If it really has a relationship, still be a guest of the Divine Bow Sect? Isn't it good to go directly to the Qingshan Gang? There are some things that you just need to listen to, don't take them seriously. ”

"I can't tell, I heard that there are people in the yamen who suppress the Divine Bow Sect, but the Divine Bow Sect doesn't care at all, and if you want to buy anything, you can go directly to the Qingshan Gang."

"However, there are too few people on our street who can afford thirty tables......"

"yes, let's see later......"

Merging into the main road, horse-drawn carts or ox-carts slowly moved forward, carrying red cloth tables.

Groups of men and horses went outside the south of the city.

The sects with many convoys held their heads high and were beaming, while the sects with few convoys were expressionless.

After walking for nearly an hour, the team came to the south of the city.

Makeshift school flags were unfurled, rough flat arenas were lined up, people from the Yamen and Qiming Academy were responsible for managing records, and people from the Castle Peak Gang were responsible for maintaining order.

Outside the venue of the seedling search meeting, tens of thousands of people were gathered, and almost all the people in the entire county town gathered.

Qiyuan County was originally only a small county, but after Li Gangfeng served as the county commander, Qiyuan County flourished and became a large county in the vicinity.

Whenever Qiyuan County holds a seedling search meeting, there will be people in the nearby cities and villages for hundreds of miles.

The winter wind blows, and under the sun, many people put their hands in their sleeves, shrink their necks, and stomp their feet gently.

The convoy of the Divine Bow Sect stopped in the convoy area of the outer city, put down the wooden sign of the "Divine Bow Faction", stood on the ground, and unloaded the table.

The weapons, clothes, and food of the thirty tables were not comparable to those of the Inner City Gate Sect, but the pomp and circumstance were among the top five in the outer city.

Many small sects looked at the Divine Bow Sect in surprise, and some people not far away who knew that they could not join the Great Gate Sect kept looking at the location of the Divine Bow Sect and inquiring about the situation.

In front of the wooden sign of the sect, Li Qingxian and others sat on chairs, eating melons and fruit snacks.

Liu Yitian said: "This seedling hunting will be like what I said, it is almost the same everywhere, that is, to fight for strength, to compete for rankings, who ranks high, who has more tables, who is strong, who will be famous, who can attract more good seedlings." ”

Li Qingxian said: "How do you compare?" ”

"It starts from the tenth grade, the two catch each other and fight, the defeated leave, and the victorious stay. Finally, according to the ranking of the disciples, only the top 20 will be selected and ranked, and the red list will be black. If there is a sect that is not satisfied with the ranking, you can challenge it, and if you are more ruthless, you can worship the mountain in public. Liu Yitian said, seemingly casually glancing at Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian smiled and didn't answer.

As soon as the hour came, people walked to the main stage in front of the venue.

The county Cheng, the head of the Qiming Academy, the elders of the Bloody Clothes Gate, the deputy leader of the Qingshan Gang and others sat behind the main stage, and the county Cheng preached on behalf of the county order, and then the major forces made a brief introduction, followed by the head of the Qiming Academy as the master of ceremonies and read out the rules of the competition.

Subsequently, the people of each sect came forward to draw lots, and the number on each paper ball was its own number.

Each sect can produce a maximum of three people per rank.

Next, start the battle from No. 1 and No. 2, and so on, and if it is the same door, it will be staggered.

"The Battle of the Ten Grades in the Outer City begins! No. 1 and No. 2 go to the first field, and No. 3 and No. 4 go to the second field......"

Wei Chang, the head teacher of Qiming Academy, was angry and sank into the dantian, and the loud voice spread throughout the city, and the originally quiet venue became lively.

The disciples who participated in the battle went to the flat ring one after another, and the spectators in the distance jumped on the high ground to watch, and many experienced people stepped on stools or even stilts to watch.

Li Qingxian and others sat on the edge of the venue, watching quietly.

Liu Yitian watched and commented at the same time.

"This is from the Five Tigers Mountain, and it has obtained the complete inheritance of the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife, but this disciple is like a cat. On the other hand, the Wolves on the other side practice ordinary Beilin Boxing, but they have a solid foundation and rich experience, which is even better......"

"The Zhou family sword is very strong, and there is no doubt that he will win."

"Xiao Tangmen's secret weapon is a must, but it's a pity that it's not in the middle grade, and it's difficult to exert its true power......"

Li Qing listened quietly, kept observing, and increased his knowledge.

After a while, Liu Yitian raised his voice and said, "Gao Jue is on the field!" ”

The half-grown children behind him stared at their eighth senior brother with round eyes.

I saw Zheng Gaojue and a sword-wielding ten-rank martial cultivator enter a ring specially prepared for bow cultivation, this ring is not square, but rectangular, fifteen zhang long from east to west and two zhang wide.

Li Qingxian squinted his eyes and observed carefully, now he could test the true power of the Upper Realm Exercises.

As soon as the referee gave the order, the sword cultivator drew his long sword and rushed straight towards Zheng Gaojue.

Zheng Gaojue pulled his bow and shot arrows, all in one go.

Boom......

After the sound of the bowstring, the arrows roared and pierced.

All the knowledgeable martial cultivators present turned their heads in unison and followed the prestige.

The howling arrow went straight to the door of Jian Xiu's face at an incredible speed, and Jian Xiu just smiled indifferently and dodged sideways.

In the next moment, the energy hidden in the whistling arrow suddenly exploded, and the arrow splattered in all directions, bursting with a sharp explosion.

Dozens of arrowheads and sawdust fragments pierced into Jian Xiu's right face and skull, and Jian Xiu only felt a stinging pain in his skull cheeks, his ears were like needle, and his eyes were dark, and he couldn't stand steadily.

"That's enough." Liu Yitian hurriedly shouted in a low voice, stopping the second arrow that Zheng Gaojue was about to shoot.

Someone from the sect where the sword cultivator was located immediately shouted: "Senior brother, admit defeat." ”

The sword cultivator also stumbled forward, and his senior brother shouted several times before he heard it, then stopped his pace, arched his hand to Zheng Gaojue, covered his wound and turned to leave.

(End of chapter)