After listening to the introduction of Rohan's "experience" of drunken fighting, everyone laughed, and the atmosphere in the venue gradually became lively.

In terms of martial arts, although Shanhe thought he had some experience, he saw that none of the thirty people took the initiative to stand up, so he did not rush to express his position, but stood quietly in the crowd, planning to see the situation.

It didn't take long for someone in the crowd to suddenly shout: "Hey, I remember that Xishun didn't fight with the disciples of the ancients? Let's let him be the coach?"

As soon as he heard this, Zhu Xishun immediately waved his hand awkwardly and said:

"I wasn't fighting at all, I was just beaten by the senior brother in the alchemy room, okay? I don't even have the strength to fight back, where can I talk about experience?"

"Oh, that's right...... Brother Feng Shao, what about you, you should have some experience, right?"

Hearing someone ask about himself, Feng Shao shook his head embarrassedly and replied:

"Don't hide it from you, I am a man with my tail between my legs wherever I go on weekdays. With those disciples of the ancients, let alone doing it, I didn't even speak out loud......"

"Uh, what about Senior Brother Zhang, you always have some experience in tricks, right?"

"Hehe, no, I've never really messed with anyone except for a few small fights with my brother......"

Seeing that after talking for a long time, he couldn't even find a person with serious combat experience, Luo Han slowly frowned.

It seems that it is really difficult to find an instructor with martial arts experience from these people who are well-behaved on weekdays and are afraid of causing trouble.

And just when Luo Han was in trouble, Zhang Ping, who was wearing braids, suddenly said:

"I heard that seven or eight years ago, there was a contest between new and old disciples. If I'm not mistaken, Senior Brother Wei participated in this competition at the time, you must have some experience in martial arts, right?"

Most of the members of the sixth group have only climbed the mountain in recent years, and they do not know what happened seven or eight years ago. Zhang Ping was also selling pills when she occasionally heard people talk about it, so she remembered it.

After hearing Zhang Ping's words, everyone's eyes quickly converged on a man named Wei Baochang.

The man was not tall, about thirty years old, with short hair and a gray cloth coat. is not too old, but there is a vicissitudes on his body.

Seeing Zhang Ping mention this, Wei Baochang's eyes immediately crossed a trace of pain, and then Fang sighed and said:

"Senior Sister Zhang, there have indeed been competitions, and I have participated in them, but I want to talk about experience...... I'm afraid there isn't much to introduce. ”

"Oh, is there really such a competition?"

For the competition of the new ancient disciples that Zhang Ping said, Luo Han also heard it for the first time. After seeing Wei Baochang's confirmation, he immediately asked curiously:

"Brother Wei, why haven't I heard you mention such a big matter before?

"Lord Luo, this is really not a glorious thing, ...... today Forget it, I think it's better that everyone still doesn't know. Wei Baochang replied with an embarrassed face.

Seeing the other party's expression, Luo Han vaguely guessed that this matter was probably not going to end well.

But at this moment, everyone's curiosity has been hooked by Zhang Ping's words, and it is impossible to let go easily.

In the end, under the urging of everyone many times, Wei Baochang had to talk about the past helplessly.

As early as about eight years ago, the situation of the new disciples on the mountain had just improved somewhat. Compared with more than 10 years ago, it is a great improvement, but it is still far from what it is now.

In order to strive for a fairer and more just treatment, some of the newcomers at that time finally stood up and led everyone to hold a demonstration, which caused a lot of influence in the faction.

After learning of this, the head of Nangong Chi gathered many elders for a serious discussion.

Although the number of elders who supported the newcomer at that time was small, under the strong advice of the leader, a relatively good ending was finally reached:

The sect decided to give the newcomers a chance to prove themselves and hold a battle between the new and ancient disciples.

As long as the new disciples can seize the opportunity and win, the sect will improve the treatment of lay disciples in all aspects. Not only will it increase the number of times they use the Xuan Cultivation Secret Room, but it will also be able to change masters for disciples with outstanding performance, providing them with a better cultivation environment.

For newcomers who have been on the fringes for a long time, this is definitely a qualitative leap.

"Oh, that's how the contest came about?" Nodding his head, he heard Rohan ask again:

"Brother Wei, what kind of comparison is that? we definitely don't have an advantage in terms of cultivation, it's very unfair to fight, right?"

Hearing this, Wei Baochang shook his head and said:

"If you choose someone to fight randomly, it will really be unfair to us. At that time, the cultivation of our newcomers was generally low, and we could not compare with the disciples of the ancients at all. And it is precisely with this in mind that the head has specially formulated several rules that are beneficial to us. ”

"It's good for us?" Zhang Ping asked eagerly, "What are the rules?"

"First of all, the sect has arranged a total of ten one-on-one competitions, which will be played by the newcomer disciples against the ancients, as long as we can win three of them, the newcomers will win. Judging from this article alone, it is already biased towards us. ”

"Ah, three out of ten wins is considered a win? That's really a big advantage. Zhu Xishun nodded and said.

"In addition, in terms of candidates, the head of the team has also given us a lot of space. Then, I listened to Wei Baochang continue to speak:

"The head of the competition stipulates that the players in the competition must be the same cultivation, and our newcomer side will determine the level of each player. In other words, if we send a disciple of cultivation to the field, the other party can only find a disciple who should be cultivated to fight, and cannot fight high or low. ”

"Oh, this condition is really good!" Hearing this, Feng Shao also nodded and said, "It is equivalent to eliminating the greatest advantage of the disciples of the ancients." ”

"That's right, since the highest cultivation of our newcomers at that time was the fourth layer of the Mongolian rank, so this rule made all the ancient disciples above the fourth level of the Mongolian rank lose their qualifications to participate in the competition, and only the disciples from the first level to the fourth layer of the Mongolian rank can participate in the competition, which is definitely very fair to us. ”

"So, what about the result, did we lose or win?" said Luo Han with a concerned expression.

"Alas, in retrospect, the rules set by the head of the sect really wanted to help us improve our status in the faction. But alas, we simply don't have the ability to do that. After shaking his head in frustration, he listened to Wei Baochang continue to narrate:

"In a total of ten competitions, not only did we lose to each other with a score of 0-10, but not a single rookie disciple lasted more than 30 seconds on the stage! What was originally a battle of hope eventually became a joke for the disciples of the ancients at the dinner table. ”

(End of chapter)