Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 46

Don't think that after Shi Xiaole comprehends a complete artistic conception, third-rate high-grade martial arts will be useless to him.

In fact, with Shi Xiaole's current strength, identity, and even background, even if he got second-rate martial arts moves, he would never dare to use them openly.

The so-called common man is not guilty, but pregnant is guilty.

In the cloud triangle area, second-rate martial arts are equivalent to peerless martial arts. As long as people get wind of it, a bloodbath will immediately set off.

Shi Xiaole currently has no ability to protect herself.

This is not the case for third-rate high-grade martial arts.

This kind of martial arts is not only powerful, but also not rare to a certain extent. Basically, there are stronger schools, so there is no need to worry about attracting others' covetousness.

The most important thing is that Yicheng Artistic Conception is Shi Xiaole's trump card, he can't use it easily.

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed.

Under the impetus of Fuyang Qigong, Shi Xiaole's internal energy cultivation has reached the middle stage of the sixth level of energy storage, and the three green peaks of Taiyue have reached the state of complete transformation as early as five days ago.

The reason why it was so amazing, Shi Xiaole guessed it had something to do with the Huashan sword technique.

Taiyue Sanqing Peak, after all, came from the Huashan Sword Art.And he has already figured out the Huashan swordsmanship thoroughly, so he practiced with twice the result with half the effort, and his progress was astonishing.

In addition to internal strength and Taiyue Sanqingfeng, Shi Xiaole's Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist, and even Feifeng's movement technique have also reached the state of perfect transformation.

So far, his cultivation base, swordsmanship, knife technique, boxing technique, including lightness kung fu, have all been strengthened one by one, basically without weaknesses and flaws.

Shi Xiaole was even confident that if he was allowed to fight the Great Elder again at this time, even if he didn't show his artistic conception, he would still be able to defeat him.

Just when the disciples of the Sword Painting School were in high spirits and working hard for the martial art competition half a month later, Yu Fangge suddenly announced that the competition would be postponed.

"What, delay, is there a mistake?"

"I heard from the second elder that this matter should be absolutely true."

"Why the delay?"

"I don't know that."

When the disciples suddenly heard the news of the delay, they were all stunned. Many of them were disappointed, but there were also a small number of lazy disciples who were secretly happy, and even wished that the competition would be cancelled.

"Did you find a large amount of Sansheng Grass?"

As a direct disciple and one of the most famous masters of the Sword Painting Sect, Shi Xiaole was called to the sect's conference hall, and was stunned when he heard the news.

In the meeting hall, Yu Fangge, the second elder, and the three major direct disciples were all in line.

"Three Sheng Grass is an important material for refining blood-enriching pills, and it has always been very rare. If I remember correctly, the value of a San Sheng Grass on the market is no less than five taels of silver."

Xiao Yuanbo smacked his mouth.

The Thirteen Luyan Sects, most of them are emerging sects, have moved to Luyan Mountain in succession in the past ten years, so they haven't thoroughly explored the long and deep Luyan Mountain.

Just a few days ago, a student of the Sword Painting School who was in charge of picking medicinal herbs accidentally fell off a cliff, luckily survived, and found a large number of Sansheng grass for him.

So the disciple rushed back to the sect overnight and reported the matter.

Only then did Shi Xiaole understand why the sect competition was delayed.

In the final analysis, Jianghu sects also have to eat.

The Sword Painting School does not have as many properties as the Golden Phoenix Building. In order to support nearly a thousand people in the school, the most important income is the sale of blood-replenishing pills for healing.

In normal times, Sansheng Grass is extremely rare, which also leads to a shortage of blood-enriching pills, and the income of the entire Sword Painting School is not optimistic.Now that a large number of Sansheng Grasses have been discovered, the sect will naturally have to free up a lot of manpower, and they will also get the Sansheng Grass.

After all, the Luyan Thirteen Sect relies on Luyan Mountain, and basically deals in medicinal herbs and elixir.Once this matter is learned by the other twelve sects, troubles will surely arise.

The second elder glanced at a few people, and smiled wryly: "Don't be too happy, this matter has already been leaked."

"How come so fast?"

Yuan Qiuwei exclaimed.

"Because there are traitors in the sect."

The second elder snorted, and said angrily: "Several sects, after learning about this, have rushed to that place overnight, planning to strike first."

Xiao Yuanbo wondered: "How does the Second Elder know so clearly?"

The second elder was stunned for a moment, and Yu Fangge said proudly: "It's not easy, our Sword Painting School has also placed people in other schools."

The four of them, Shi Xiaole, all had weird faces.

The second elder's face twitched, and he said: "Due to the leak of Sansheng Grassland, all thirteen factions are now in full battle, and even the Changfeng Sect, Fuchen Sect and other six sects have already fought a battle."

"In order to avoid a situation that gets out of hand, after discussions with the senior leaders of the thirteen sects, the ownership of the three Shengcao will be decided by the disciples in the sect."

The Second Elder looked deeply at Shi Xiaole and the others, and said, "I called you this time because I hope you four can come forward and get that piece of Sansheng Grass for my Sword Drawing Sect!"

Hearing this, Yuan Qiuwei and the others immediately looked solemn, as if they were carrying a heavy burden on their shoulders.

The second elder instructed: "In this fight, you must pay attention to adapting to the situation. Secondly, you must not kill people at will. Qiu Wei, you are a big brother, you must pay attention to restraint. Of course, you must protect the safety of your brothers and sisters."

Yuan Qiuwei said firmly: "Master, Second Elder, please rest assured! Qiu Wei will defend the interests of the sect, protect the younger brothers and sisters, and not teach others to succeed!"

After another order and encouragement, Shi Xiaole and the others turned and left.

"Second Elder, you seem to have something on your mind?"

Yu Fangge asked with a smile.

"Oh, I'm worried about Qiu Wei and the others. Chu Lin, one of the Luyan Four Heroes, is said to have half a foot into the air-satisfaction realm, and his strength is even stronger than before. There is also Zhao Nanxing from the Iron Sword Sect. Not willing to be left behind. In comparison, Qiu Wei and He Houhua from Fuchenmen seem to have insufficient successors..."

Yu Fangge squinted his eyes, and smiled after a long while: "Why should I worry unnecessarily, even if I don't get the Sansheng Grass, it's just a test for my disciples. Besides, it's not necessarily a miracle if there is a miracle."

The second elder shook his head, obviously not agreeing.For the optimistic attitude of the leader, he is sometimes both envious and speechless.

Since it was related to the competition among the disciples of the thirteen sects, in addition to the four direct disciples of the Sword Painting School, sixteen elites were drawn out of the six or seven hundred ordinary disciples, a total of 20 people went with them.

The number of disciples participating in the battle cannot exceed 20, which was also jointly decided by the thirteen factions.Otherwise, if there are too many people, if the guns go off and become disciples, it will be over. Then it is better to fight directly.

Led by the disciple who first discovered the Sansheng Grassland, 20 people walked the mountain road for more than two hours, and finally came to a half-hillside full of dense jungle.

Looking around, under the green plants [-] meters above, there are all low purple three-petal flowers and plants, swaying in the wind, exuding repeated fragrance, it is the Sansheng Grassland.

At the bottom of the Sansheng Grassland, the east side and the west side were full of people, and the scene was full of gunpowder.

Shi Xiaole roughly counted the number of people close to two hundred.

According to the calculation of 20 people in each of the 260 Luyan factions, there will be a total of [-] people participating in this competition of disciples, that is to say, there are not yet all the people.

"Zhao Nanxing, you are such an idiot."

As soon as he approached the crowd, Shi Xiaole heard a cold scolding sound, with a sense of indignation in his tone.

"Chu Lin, what did you say?"

Zhao Nanxing was a handsome young man, but being scolded by his arch-enemy in front of the public made him look ugly for a while.

Chu Lin smiled coldly.

Because of the geographical location, the Changfeng Sect and the Iron Sword Sect where Zhao Nanxing belonged were the first to come here.

Originally, according to Chu Lin's intention, everyone hurriedly started to divide the three sheng grasses here first, and then we can pick as many as we can, which couldn't be easier.

But this Zhao Nanxing, arrogant, greedy, and stupid, for the sake of past grievances, actually tried to embezzle the Changfeng faction's share, making the two factions at loggerheads.

When the other sects arrive one after another, the good chance of capturing the Sansheng Grass will naturally be gone.

Chu Lin squinted in all directions, looked at the elite disciples of various factions around him, thought for a while and said: "Everyone, it's not an option for us to wait for a stalemate. How about the ownership of the grass?"

Hearing this, some people immediately objected sharply.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Chu Lin's strength was indeed No. 1 among the thirteen disciples of Luyan Mountain. Who could beat him?

Chu Lin smiled disconcertingly and said, "Everyone, listen to me. Chu doesn't want to steal the three Shengcao for himself. What Chu means is that one person from each of our thirteen factions will fight, and No.1 will get 5% of the Sanshengcao." , [-]% for the second to No.[-], and [-]% for the last five."

The noise gradually dissipated, and many people showed thoughts.

Shi Xiaole glanced at Chu Lin.

According to the current situation, unless someone's martial arts is one against a hundred, no sect can privately swallow the three Shengcao.

Under such a premise, Chu Lin proposed to determine the share of Sanshengcao by personal battle, which is not only beneficial to himself, but also makes others speechless.

The most important thing is that there are ten sects who can be assigned to San Shengcao, even if the other three sects are dissatisfied, they will never dare to take any action, lest they cause public anger.

"Everyone, how are you thinking?"

Chu Lin smiled confidently.

"I agree."

The first person to speak was He Houhua, one of the Luyan Four Heroes.

"I agree."

Yuan Qiuwei also spoke. For a gentleman like him, it would be great if he could reduce conflicts one-on-one and be sure to win the share of the Sword Painting School.

The other three agreed, and Zhao Nanxing, who was naturally arrogant by nature, was naturally unwilling to be outdone, and expressed his agreement with a cold snort.

The Four Masters of Luyan have always been the banner figures among the disciples of Luyan Mountain. Seeing that the four passed it unanimously, the rest of them have no opinion.

"Okay, since that's the case, which two junior brothers will come up first to teach you?"

Chu Lin laughed loudly, with one hand behind his back, and scanned the crowd.

The ones representing the thirteen sects are naturally the disciples with the highest martial arts skills of each sect, and these people usually know the basics, so they don't have any hesitation. Soon two people stood up and started a fierce confrontation.

(End of this chapter)