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The five grades of white, black, red, blue and yellow represent the tapping process of the sticker's own potential, Meng Yuanhou did not paste this kind of talisman on the stick before, and he has his own reason: let the disciples find out their own strength too early, and those who are poor are likely to lose confidence, simply give up the competition at the end of the month, and no longer practice the stick hard.

Meng Yuanhou's judgment was especially accurate on Xin Youtao, the prince always thought that he could use not only eighty percent or ninety percent, but eleven percent or twelve percent, but what made him very disappointed was that he desperately swung three sticks, and the sticks only turned into not very pure black, which meant that he had swung more than twenty percent or less than forty percent of his potential.

The good side is that Xin Youtao's potential is still quite deep, and the bad side is that he can only tap a small part of it.

"How can this be?" Xin Youtao was shocked, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

"It's my turn. Xiao Qiu gave Xin Youtao a reminder, and then swung the stick to slash, the stick quickly changed from white to black, blending with the last darkness of the early morning, stopping for a moment at this stage, it immediately turned red, and by the time the stick approached the opponent, some of it was already green.

"I throw in the towel. "Usually it's okay, but now that there are intuitive judging criteria, Xin Youtao has no fighting spirit, throws down the stick, shrinks his neck and surrenders.

The opponent was too weak, and Xiaoqiu couldn't swing at the level he should, so he had to withdraw his stick and step aside to watch others compete.

Many people, like Xin Youtao, underestimate their physical potential, but they attach too much importance to their own efforts, thinking that they have used all their strength, and as a result, the stick is only black, and some people even stay in white, after stopping, the color will not fade for the time being, they can only hold it in their hands in shame, waiting for the criticism of the Dujiao.

White, black, red, green, and yellow, less than half of the people's sticks turned red, and more than 20 people were different shades of green, and no one reached yellow, not even the five Taoist disciples.

Xiao Qiu was pleased to see that the teenagers in Yelin Town were all working hard, and some of the sticks in the hands of the worst people were red, Fang Fang and Shen Hao were crimson, and Erliang Shen Xiuwei even waved his potential to green, which was purer than Xiao Qiu, which made him happy to close his mouth.

The Pei family sisters and brothers from Furong Mountain are also very good, Xiao Qingtao is usually timid and cowardly, but this time she turned the stick into light red, if she hadn't inexplicably retreated at the last moment, the color would have been darker.

The sticks of the five Daomen disciples are all bright red, Shen Geng is impermanent, and his opponent is too weak.

At the end of the first round of competition, Meng Yuanhou shook his head, "Poor, too bad, nothing worse than this, some of you should stay here for a few more months, I hope you can have more strength after breakfast." ”

He picked out fifty children for the second round of the competition, and he looked very reluctant to choose the last few people, "Alas, there is only such a small faint red, if only it could be as red as your face." ”

Some lamented the criticism of the Tokyo, while others did not care and were more relaxed than they made it to the second round, arguing passionately about who would be the winner.

Shin Geng and Xiaoqiu are still the most favored, and many believe that if the two meet, they will stimulate more potential.

At the dinner table, Xiaoqiu relayed the secret revealed by Xin Youtao - Shen Geng wants to "come to the truth" in today's competition.

"What does this mean, aren't everyone 'coming for real'? no one deliberately hides their strength?" Xiao Qingtao said, and then remembered her last moment of retreat, very annoyed.

"It's a lie made up by Xin Youtao again. Erliang Shen Xiuwei immediately concluded, "I saw that Brother Xiaoqiu asked Xin Youtao to make three moves, this time he can't ask for a dagger anymore, look, he's coming, hey, strange ......"

It was already a little late for a few of them to be strange, and many people's eyes were already staring at Shen Geng's table, and they exchanged heads and ears with each other.

Xin Youtao had a premonition that his clumsy performance would be criticized by his peers, but Shen Geng's approach still surprised him - his place was gone, and sitting there was another child, who had performed well in the competition that had just ended.

Xin Youtao didn't know why he had to walk over, but his steps were uncontrollable, and his face still habitually showed a smile, "Shen Geng Daoyou, I just talked to Meng Dujiao, and he admitted that Pang Shan is not particularly good at Fu Zong, and it is possible to make mistakes......"

Shen Geng ate quietly, and his younger brother Shen Ji raised his head and said, "Please Xin Daoyou to eat in another place, we are not all the way, and we will not have a chance to go together in the future." ”

Xin Youtao's smile froze, he had already been reminded that if he was too bad at the martial arts table, he would be stepped out of the circle, but he always felt that his treatment should be different, because he was a prince, because he had generously given gifts these days, and he was not far behind the most generous buyers in Xijie City.

But he still lost his position like ordinary people, and how he hated the status of ordinary people.

Xin Youtao's stiff smile changed slightly, and he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Feel free, I don't care, as long as you ......"

Shinji bowed his head to eat, and no one at this table paid attention to Prince Saisuke, who was standing on the side.

Xin Youtao walked to the village woman who delivered the meal, he remembered what Mu Xingqiu did more than half a month ago, and felt that he still had a way to save face, but he overestimated his ability to bear it, and before he got to the place, his will had already collapsed, and he suddenly ran out of the dining room, and he didn't reappear all morning.

"He's so pathetic. Xiao Qingtao said sympathetically, trying to keep her voice as low as possible, not daring to let the people at the next table hear.

"Well deserved. Erliang Shen Xiuwei said his truest thoughts.

The matter ended here, Xin Youtao had never made friends sincerely, so no one really felt sorry for him, let alone felt sorry for him.

Xiaoqiu even felt that the whole thing was full of irony, Xin Youtao was full of profound truths about making friends, it was a game, and it was a battle, but he himself did things ridiculously simple, did he never think that how could the disciples of the Taoist sect, who even tried to eat lightly, look at the clothes, gold and silver he gave away?

Soon after the meal, the second round of martial arts began, except for Xin Youtao, all the children came to the courtyard, fifty contestants stood in groups, and the other children stood under the eaves as spectators.

Xiaoqiu took the initiative to walk towards Shen Geng, hoping to "come to the truth" as soon as possible, but was stopped by Meng Yuanhou halfway, and Dujiao pushed him to the opposite side of Shen Ji without giving any explanation.

"Stronger opponents often bring out more potential, you've all made it through the first round, now it's time to push harder, whoever is going to be worse than before breakfast-" Meng Yuanhou glanced at the half-circle with a sharp gaze, "I'll let him carry a stick on his back to the initiation ceremony." ”

The onlookers burst out laughing, and the fifty warriors looked stern and secretly began to accumulate strength, and no one wanted to be embarrassed when they officially entered, they would be laughed at for a lifetime.

"Let's go!"

The children shouted against each other, Xiaoqiu was the same, his voice was louder than the others, and opposite him, Shen Ji stood still, his lips were closed, and the stick in his hand was gently swinging, white and black flashed by, and turned crimson in a blink of an eye.

Xiaoqiu's stick has also entered the red stage.

The two sticks intersected, evenly matched, Shen Ji was really much stronger than Xin Youtao, Xiaoqiu even felt a tingling in his palm, his fighting spirit rose, his mouth was still screaming, and the sticks rained down on the opponent.

Meng Yuanhou wandered among the teenagers, the stick passed by the corner of his clothes, he kept shaking his head and sighing, and praised anyone's stick technique, "If you practice for a few more months...... You should learn a little more skill, instead of being like a monkey and just knowing how to fight indiscriminately - hit, fight hard! If you don't have skill, then you have to be better than everyone else!"

The teenagers have all learned a set of stick techniques, and they have also figured out some skills in daily comparisons, all of which are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Dujiao.

At the end of the 6th continuation of the competition, Meng Yuanhou threw the poor person into the crowd of onlookers, leaving only the disciple whose stick turned red, regardless of whether the disciple won the fight or not.

A quarter of an hour later, there was only one martial artist left on the field - Xiaoqiu and Shenji.

The sticks of the two of them had turned emerald green at this time, and they each took a few beatings, but no one had the intention of admitting defeat, but the fight became more intense, Xiaoqiu no longer screamed, gritted his teeth and glared, and Shen Ji also lost the elegance and indifference of the disciples of the Daomen, his cheeks were bright red, and his eyes were about to split.

Meng Yuanhou finally nodded, "Look, this is what I want, don't admit defeat and move forward bravely, do you think this is only useful for fighting?

The children were perfunctory, and their attention was all on the two contestants, feeling that they were not only energetic, but also enemies.

A swollen cell bulged on Shen Ji's forehead, Xiaoqiu was hit with a stick on his stomach, and he almost fell, the two of them were really desperate, and one end of the stick even faintly showed yellow.

"A little harder. Meng Yuanhou kept circling around the two children, "You still have the strength to spare, use all your strength." ”

Xiao Qiu's stick turned pale yellow, and the onlookers cheered in unison, Xiao Qiu was the first person to do this, even Shen Geng had only half a stick showing a yellow color.

Shen Ji's stick did not change, his eyes began to show a trace of panic, he was used to seeing the mage of the fairy wind bone, but he had never seen Xiaoqiu so ruthless.

Meng Yuanhou instantly appeared between the two and easily separated them: "It's over, both of you have passed the level, rest for a while, and continue in the afternoon." ”

Half an hour later, Xiaoqiu applied the miraculous healing medicine, and her body was as good as ever, and she could happily exchange experiences with her friends.

At lunchtime, Shen Geng did another thing that surprised everyone: Shen Ji, who had a blue nose and swollen face, stood behind him, neither treated his injuries nor allowed to sit down to eat.

He was punished by his brother for showing defeat in the final moments of a joust.

"Didn't Shen Ji pass the test? Shen Geng's requirements are too high. Even Erliang Shen Xiuwei felt that Shen Geng was too harsh, in fact, the color of Shen Ji's stick was no worse than that of his brother.

The only sound in the dining room was the sound of chewing food, and Erliang was almost whispering.

Xiaoqiu didn't squeak, he was deeply impressed by the strict requirements of the Daomen disciples, and he began to believe that Shen Geng really wanted to "come to the truth" today.

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