Be A Martial Cultivator In Another World

In Tianxing City, the backyard of Baixiang Pavilion is a wide square. At this moment, there are a large number of people here. All the people who come here are cheering for the grand event held here. This is a great art competition of Baixiang Pavilion for many years.

Literature and art are only about writing and making friends with literature. No matter what status or status you have, you can participate. Although this is still a world of strength, baixiangge is still special. The most taboo thing here is force. Any event of force here will be regarded as a provocation against baixiangge, which will be hostile to baixiangge and offend the people It's not everyone's idea to be a big force, so people who can come here are more conservative.

In the center of the square, there is a huge stone platform, which is not used for martial arts competition. There are five or six hundred people in the arena. In front of each person, there are tables and chairs. There are pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. Countless sets of such tables and chairs are placed in a square array, which is spectacular from a distance.

There are tens of thousands of onlookers all around. These onlookers are very independent. Some are dressed in uniform blue Taoist robes, holding hands to brush the dust. They are for a clan. Some are dressed in iron boots, cold armor, holding a golden dagger. They are for a general's mansion. Some are wearing uniform black hats, with swords hidden in their sleeves. All in all, they are for a gang force. Background The position is not weak.

At a glance, we can know which people belong to a sect and which people belong to a sect. At the front of these sects, there are still forces of their own. They are all of great momentum. They are members of the three families, the players in the arena, and the children of the three families.

There is a lot of noise and a lot of people's heads are shaking. This makes this very broad square seem a little crowded. There are many cheers. Before the official opening of Dabi, the level of excitement seems to have reached the peak.

Among the hundreds of people in the arena, there are white haired old people, babbling children of five or six years old, and weather beaten housewives There are poor scholars in rags, drunken drunkards, swordsmen and chivalrous men with big swords, butchers with bare chests and naked breasts, and generals and soldiers in armor.

There are also some people who wear unique costumes to represent their sect In a word, all kinds of people can be found in the square. At this moment, they all raise their heads in unity, and their eyes fall on the top of the center of the square. There is a slightly fat figure standing in the air, white clothes floating, hands carrying, showing dignity.

He is the leader and scholar of Baixiang Pavilion. This is the second day when he finds the sky map, and also the time for Baixiang pavilion to hold a meeting.

Looking at the hundreds of people on the challenge arena, they were all ready. The scholar nodded and looked around at the noisy spectators of various factions. He also nodded and showed no expression.

In the end, he raised his hand in the middle of the sky. When he was disillusioned, a huge picture appeared directly. The person in the picture, dressed in green clothes, stood with his hands down, with his back to everyone, had the style of an immeasurable and powerful man.

The scholar looks at the painting and smiles. The man in the painting is Ling Dan, who helps him find the treasure of Zhenge. Unfortunately, he can only draw the figure of this man with the impression in his mind.

The painting shows an air of horror, which makes every contestant in the challenge arena slightly stunned. They open their eyes wide and complain about the painting. However, there seems to be some kind of prohibition on the painting. Although they just wrote it down one second ago, they forget it when they are ready to move. It's more difficult to see the painting again.

The scholar said, "the first competition is painting! The content of the painting is the figure in green. This is a respectable strong man. The top 100 contestants who took the lead in drawing this painting won, and the first competition ended! "

"Start now!" With his order, everyone immediately began to observe the painting.

In the east of the challenge arena, there is a middle-aged woman with loose hair. She just looks up and glances at the painting. Then she holds the pen and draws a pen on the paper in front of her. Next to her, a young man with a sad face has a deep frown. He sees the middle-aged woman move a pen. When she looks around, it is a magic on the paper and can't be stolen, so he looks bitter And then I made a doodle.

In the middle of the challenge arena, there was a poor scholar in hemp clothes. He could see the essence of the painting at a glance, so he picked up his pen and copied it in one stroke. But on the whole, there was still a lack of verve. Fortunately, he had successfully painted it.

as like as two peas, the first person was born. All the players were immersed in the hard work. Sometimes they looked up and looked hard. But the real ones were few but talented, and they painted a picture of the same image in a short time and successfully entered the next round.

There is a butcher in the West who puts his usual butcher's knife on the table. He holds a pen in his rough hand and trembles slightly. He wrinkles his eyes and wanders back and forth between the table and the sky. He can't even see the first brush. Seeing that people around him are gradually succeeding and the paper is in a mess, he cuts the butcher's knife on the table in a rage, but he doesn't dare to move With force, only sighs."Not even that?" Next to the butcher, there was an innocent little boy, grinning and laughing. He just stood on the table, his two little hands holding the pen holder with his arm thick, and staggered, which made the butcher even more angry. He looked at the boy as if he were looking at a slaughtered animal.

The swordsman with the sword on his back held out his hand and grasped the brush. In an instant, a momentum developed. It seemed that he was holding a sword. The breath was vast and the wind and rain were coming. He did not even have to observe it, so he drew it easily and successfully entered the next round.

The drunken drunkard opened his eyes and drew with a pen, but he entered the next round.

At the north edge of the challenge arena, there was a soldier in armor. He raised his hand to trim his yellow hair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the painting carefully. Suddenly, he felt that the figure in the painting was familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere. He didn't think much about it. Then he raised his pen and began to write

With the passage of time, the top 100 have emerged one after another, and the representatives of all parties have their own joys and sorrows.

The butcher drew down his pen awkwardly and rubbed the curve on the paper. With the final stroke, he was relieved. He raised his rough hand and wiped a sweat. He pulled out the butcher's knife embedded on the table and pinned it on his waist.

Shugui announced: "everyone stop writing, the 100th place is born, and the first round of competition is over!"

Then, as soon as he raised his hand, the painting dispersed in the air. At the same time, a hundred pieces of paper for promotion floated out in the air and were collected by him. The people who were promoted, even the guild they represented, were cheering. Those who were not promoted, shrunk their necks and left. They were scolded by the guild they represented. They couldn't even be promoted in the first round, let alone in the back.

After a few incense sticks, the scholar looked up at the sky. The sky was green and there was no cloud in the sky. When he saw that the time was almost up, the scholar said, "the second round is the book!"

"The content of the book is a heavenly word!"

When the scholar raised his hand, a huge character appeared in the sky. When the character appeared, it shocked countless spectators. At the same time, it also shocked the momentum and realm of the word.

After all, looking up is the sky, the sky is on the head, there is no end, the sky is far away and there is nothing to the extreme, which is the existence they can only look up to all their lives.

Now it's hard for them to write the word of heaven in a real sense. Not everyone can write it. Only when they reach an agreement between their artistic conception and the will of heaven, they can feel it from the way of heaven and put it into practice.

This test is their understanding of Providence. If they reach that level, it's easy to write.

The swordsman is the first to pick up the pen. The pen in his hand seems to be a sword, full of sword spirit. He is confident. After a little meditation, he touches the ink lightly, but his hand stops in the air, as if he is blocked by an invisible force. The swordsman closes his eyes slightly. When he opens his eyes again, the pen moves, directly penetrates the invisible force, and falls on the paper. He is a swordsman The first is the fastest.

For some reason, the butcher's turn is also very fast, second only to the swordsman's writing. Their word of heaven is also different. The swordsman's heaven is full of the blood of livestock.

The spectators could not help feeling bored. At this moment, a bright light on the stage attracted their attention. The scholar's pen fell down, and a light immediately appeared on his body. The scholar's pen fell down, and his body seemed to be covered by the light. After the scholar finished writing, with the light falling into his body, the spectators below were deeply shocked.

Then, one of the people in the field was also shining. When he finished writing, the brilliance of his body was amazing. Just at this time, the family of one of the people in the field cheered, and the representative of the leader burst out laughing. People around him looked different, some were in awe, some were hostile, and some were indifferent.

The people of the three families have different looks. They fight each other everywhere, and the undercurrent is surging.

Shugui was on a high place. He looked around, saw the faces of the competitors in the challenge arena, saw the various faces of the major forces, and saw the expressions of tens of thousands of spectators around him. Finally, he gradually looked into the distance, at the end of the square. Suddenly, his eyes were shocked, and he saw a figure in blue at the end of the square.

He thought about a lot of things. Then he frowned and looked at the figure in green. He didn't understand how he came back. He was not Jin Hui's man. What did he do here when he wasn't in the dungeon.

The figure in the distance, wearing green clothes, expressionless, negative hand forward, the breath on the body is flat and light, it is difficult to notice that he is Lingdan.

All of a sudden, Ling Dan stopped. At the end of the crowd, he stood there like a pine. He was tall and straight, as if he could not be toppled by the storm. He seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked up at the scholar in the sky. His eyes were just opposite. Suddenly, Ling Dan had a faint smile and a little look on his plain face.

Just at this time, a dazzling light broke out again in the challenge arena. It was a young man in CAI's clothes. He wrote one stroke, shining all over the world, another stroke, shining all over the world, the last stroke, his whole body was shocked, and a layer of shackles in his body directly broke through!Off the court, the Cai family cheered repeatedly, clapping the case for the representative, stroking his beard, and his face was full of satisfaction.

At this moment, among the tens of thousands of visitors, dozens of young people in linen looked at each other secretly, then nodded their heads, as if they had reached some consensus.