Chapter 110

And the Jin Qiu Martial Trial is like a small Divine Capital Wu Ju.

Pei Ye is currently only in the First Life Realm, but he is really not necessarily the only one in the First Life Realm. Among the people participating in the martial trial, it is inevitable that there are a few people who have just crossed the threshold of cultivation, and besides that, there is a considerable portion of Second Life and Third Life Realm practitioners.

It is not that the entire county cannot find someone more powerful than this; it is the same saying, although the Jin Qiu Martial Trial is a grand event covering the entire prefecture, it is not for comparing the number one expert of the entire prefecture.

Most of the people sent by Fenghuai in previous years were also in the Second Life Realm; it was not that there were no better candidates—at that time, the most powerful master in the martial arts hall was in the Fourth Life Realm.

It is just as Master Huang said, those who go are "people who want to get ahead."

Old masters in their forties or fifties have already established families and careers, and their martial path has reached the top; in a few more years, they will be able to enjoy family happiness. Who is willing to risk the danger of injury and death to fight for this kind of thing?

Therefore, the vast majority of participants are young people, and to what extent can the cultivation of young people reach?

There are not that many geniuses; in their twenties, in the Second or Third Life Realm of the pulse tree, they are already considered pretty good martial arts seedlings.

But from another perspective, looking at the strength of the vast majority of people is meaningless.

Because the spot belongs only to the champion.

To win the championship, one must defeat the strongest.

Although Bowang Prefecture is remote and small, there are ten counties and three sects with some reputation within its borders.

Could it be that there are no one or two experts in the Fifth or even Sixth Life Realm?

Geniuses of the new generation who are sharp and eager to try, and veterans who have wasted years here and swear to succeed this year.

Who is willing to hand over the opportunity to others?

Master Huang took a big gulp of wine, paused for a while, and then continued to speak.

"Talking about these opponents in detail from top to bottom, the ones ranked at the very front are naturally the sect disciples. In our Bowang Prefecture, they are the three sects: Bai Zhuge, Cuiyu Jianmen, and Qijiaodong. In the county, most of the experts in the Third or Fourth Life Realm have already found jobs and established families. It is different in the sects; the disciples are single-mindedly seeking martial arts, and many of them only go down the mountain to find jobs after completing their studies, and the Martial Examination has always been the path they rank at the very front." Master Huang sipped his wine and looked at the horizon, "Over the years, the three sects have always occupied at least one spot to go to the capital, and it is often in the first trial. Half of the time, they even bag the third trial."

"Next are the two strong counties of Zheng Shou and Xu Gu, and several large merchants. Zheng Shou relies on the convenience of the Lu River transportation to be rich, and Xu Gu is strong because of the harassment of the Yu Mountain forest bandits. And because merchants only have one spot, they are naturally carefully selected and offer heavy rewards, hoping that their candidates can fight more rounds on the stage."

"Further back are our ordinary small counties. Most of the people who go are in the Second or Third Life Realm, joining the fun and seeing the world, occasionally one or two can break into the top sixteen or even the top eight."

"... Hmm."

"Logically speaking, your cultivation should be difficult to win even one trial. But you were able to fight against the Second Life Realm when you had no cultivation, and occasionally win against the Third Life Realm. Now that you have opened your pulses, it is really hard to say." Master Huang pondered, "Let me think... this time, let's win at least one trial, and strive to win three trials."

"... Oh."

"What does 'oh' mean?"

"..."

"I know, you are unconvinced." Master Huang hummed and laughed, "You have liked being unconvinced since you were a child... Three wins is already the top sixteen! You fool!"

"Top sixteen..." Pei Ye chewed a peanut.

"Hey! Then how many trials do you want to win?"

"Seven trials."

"Seven..." Master Huang put down the gourd in his hand and began to count with his fingers, "Eight, four, two—you want to win the championship?!"

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

"Do you know your surname and what you are called?"

"I am not saying I can definitely win, but when I participate in the martial trial, I have always aimed only for the first place."

"." Master Huang's face looked like he had eaten excrement.

"Truth."

"Fine. Pretend however you want to pretend, let's spar first." Master Huang sipped his wine, swallowed the peanut, and stood up, "I am probably at the level of the third trial. If you can defeat me within five moves, it means you have the qualification to compete for the top eight."

"How to spar?"

"Aren't you good at the sword? Come with the sword." Master Huang came to the weapon rack, kicked the bottom with his foot, and a steel sword left its sheath and fell into his hand.

Pei Ye let go of the Zhanxin Liuli, stood up, and drew his own sword.

He looked down at the sword, then at the slightly hunched figure standing in the courtyard, and suddenly felt something rather impolite.

This feeling was: "Still need five moves?"

Perhaps it was intuition, but it could also be an illusion.

When Master Huang was young, he was a strong expert in the Third Life Realm. Later, he was injured while protecting a shipment, so his strength was roughly at the level of steadily suppressing the Second Life Realm and slightly weaker than the Third Life Realm. During the period when Pei Ye was strongest before his injury, fighting him often meant a stalemate for quite a long time, and the result was more losses than wins.

But what about now?

Using his past self as a reference, Pei Ye sorted out his current strength for the first time.

In terms of physical foundation, his seventeen-year-old self was taller and stronger.

In terms of cultivation realm, he had now broken the seed and generated Qi, shaking off the title of "landlubber."

And besides these two basic qualities of a martial artist, what progress had he made in fighting?

His sword skills had advanced by leaps and bounds.

After being guided by Ming Qitian, he had already entered the Clumsy Realm. Looking at the entire Jianghu, he could be called a person good at the sword, and could be considered to have entered the hall.

He had also learned the first and second swords of the Snow Night Flying Goose sword style.

He had once fought against those black-robed people standing at the peak of pulse opening with the physical quality of the Seventh or Eighth Life Realm, and won. This experience and insight were extremely precious.

He also had a powerful and unique gift—【Spring Longevity】.

However.

After talking with the black cat, 【Spring Longevity】 seemed to have some connection with the Immortal Lord, and he did not want to use it at will unless it was a life-or-death situation.

And Zhu Gaoyang had also given advice on the Snow Night Flying Goose sword style:

"Try to use it less. For your current realm, it is a bit too strong. Even if you don't truly use the first two swords, and only use those superficial sword moves to fight the enemy, it is not a good thing for your sword cultivation path."

"Because the brilliance of this sword move will cover up all your other deficiencies, allowing you to easily achieve victory in sword fighting—until you meet an enemy with a sufficiently high level." Zhu Gaoyang said, "Your sword moves have nowhere to hide in front of him, and that half-baked 'intent' and 'mind' are just a child holding a knife. At this time, you will find that you have nothing except this sword style."

"Calm your heart, go learn those basic, shallow sword techniques, go fight with all your strength against people of the same level using sword techniques of the same level—in short, never let this sword technique lead you, and even more, do not rely on it, otherwise you will be imprisoned by it forever. You must walk to its height solidly by yourself, and then hold it in your hand equally or even looking down from above."

Pei Ye followed the advice.

These were naturally his two sharpest poisonous fangs, and now they had to be retracted.

But even if a poisonous snake does not use its poisonous fangs, can it not strangle a small mouse?

Even if he does not use the Snow Night Flying Goose sword style and Spring Longevity, can he not defeat his self from two years ago within five moves?

Pei Ye lightly twirled a sword flower and chuckled: "I'm going to make you lose face, Master Huang!"

Master Huang said nothing, holding his sword horizontally to signal him to come.

And so, a silver light suddenly shone before his eyes.

Thank you to Boss snowfalled for the reward!

(End of chapter)