Rise of Qinglian

Wangjiabao, martial arts arena.

Dozens of monks, mostly young people, gathered around the martial arts arena. There were ten bluestone arenas in the martial arts arena.

In order to encourage the clan members to practice, the Wang family holds a small competition every three years, and a major competition every ten years. The top ten clan members will receive a sum of resources and improve their treatment.

Of course, there are restrictions on the clansmen who can participate in the competition. First, the paternal or maternal line must be from the Wang family, otherwise they cannot participate. This is a measure to promote the integration of foreign monks into the Wang family; second, the age must be above fifteen and below sixty years old; Third, only tribesmen without special skills can participate in the small competition. Wang Qingqing and Wang Qingyun cannot participate. Tribesmen with special skills are treated better than ordinary tribesmen. If they also participate in the small competition, it will be very unfair to ordinary tribesmen.

Of course, not all tribesmen can rush back to participate in the competition, and tribesmen who work outside cannot participate in the competition. However, if they do well, they will also be rewarded. For example, Wang Qingze runs Sihai Restaurant, and his monthly profits continue to increase. The family will reward him.

Wang Changsheng sat on the high platform, looking at the young juniors with a faint smile on his face.

Wang Mingzhan was responsible for hosting this small competition, and the participating tribesmen were rubbing shoulders and eager to try.

This is the first small competition held by the Wang family, and the rewards are very generous. The first place can get three hundred spiritual stones and a bottle of Qi-nourishing pills. From now on, the resources for cultivating immortals obtained every month will increase by 40%. Of course, it is limited to three hundred pieces. In the year, a small competition will be held three years later. If you cannot advance to the top ten, the resources for cultivating immortals you will receive will be reduced.

There were seventy-three contestants in this competition, and there were many tribesmen watching.

Xiaobi has three levels. The first level is a duel between the contestants and two first-order low-grade puppet beasts. The second level is a duel between two first-order and mid-grade puppet beasts. The third level is a duel between a first-order and high-grade puppet beast. The winner advances to the next round.

There is still a certain gap between this kind of competition and actual combat, but the purpose of the Wang family's small competition and large competition is just to encourage the clan members to practice, not to require them all to go to the battlefield.

To be honest, the competition between monks in the Qi Refining Stage was not interesting, but Wang Changsheng still watched it patiently.

Wang Changsheng's eyes were focused on a ring. Wang Qingkai stood on the spot, waving his hands, releasing green wind blades, slashing at two first-level low-grade ape puppet beasts.

Looking at Wang Qingkai's casting speed, it is impressive that he has mastered the wind blade technique to great perfection.

The two ape puppet beasts couldn't get close to Wang Qingkai at all. After receiving multiple green wind blades, their bodies were covered with bruises.

Wang Qingkai pinched his magic skills, and his hands lit up with a burst of dazzling green light. A "swish" sound broke through the air, and a giant wind blade about ten feet long flew out and slashed at the leg of an ape puppet beast. Its right leg was chopped off, leaving the ape puppet with only one leg, making it difficult to move.

Wang Qingkai followed the same example and cut off the left leg of another ape puppet with the help of Dzogchen Wind Blade Technique.

Wang Changsheng nodded secretly and cut off one of the legs of the ape puppet. The ape puppet had difficulty moving and its attack power was greatly reduced. It was relatively easy to repair. If the head of the ape puppet was cut off, it would not be repairable. The control center of the puppet beast was in it. The head, but the head has always been the strongest part of the puppet beast. It is still difficult to cut off the puppet beast's head.

"Boom!"

A deafening loud noise suddenly sounded, and many people looked towards the source of the sound.

On a certain ring, a tall young man in red clothes with a simple face stood on the ring, holding a shining red flag in his hand.

Wang Changsheng had not been home for many years and did not recognize the young man in red. He quickly asked Wang Mingzhan: "Uncle Six, what is the name of the tribesman in red?"

"He is your sixth brother's son, Wang Qingjun. This boy practiced very hard. He followed Qingshan out to hunt monsters. He was accidentally scratched on the chest by the raccoon monster and almost died. This boy was lucky and survived."

Wang Changsheng nodded and wrote down Wang Qingjun's name.

Wang Qingyuan also participated in this small competition. He is already at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Wang Qingshan is already at the second level of Foundation Building.

Wang Qingyuan's style of play was relatively steady. He used a stack of freezing talismans to immobilize a first-level puppet beast, used two yellow flying knives, and attacked another first-level puppet beast. After destroying one puppet beast, he attacked the third-level puppet beast. Two.

Wang Qingjun looked simple and honest, but he was very ruthless in his actions. The puppet beasts that attacked him were all destroyed and could not be repaired. Wang Qingkai did his job well and could accurately find the shortcomings of the puppet beasts. He defeated the puppet beasts and the puppet beasts were not scrapped. , the repair can still be used, Wang Qingyuan knows how to use his own strengths and play steadily.

Unsurprisingly, all three of them entered the top ten. According to the winning time, Wang Qingjun ranked first, followed by Wang Qingkai and Wang Qingyuan fourth.

After the competition, Wang Changsheng personally presented awards to them and said some words of encouragement.

As soon as the competition ended, Wang Qingqing flew the black eagle puppet and landed in front of Wang Changsheng. She looked panicked, as if something big had happened.

"Dad, my grandparents said that mother is about to give birth and asked you to go back quickly."

After Wang Changsheng heard this, his face tightened, and a white cloud appeared out of thin air under his feet, carrying him and flying towards his residence.

As soon as he returned to his residence, he saw Wang Mingyuan and Liu Qing'er standing outside the yard with sad faces.

Although he is already the father of three children, Wang Changsheng is still a little nervous.

"Dad, mother, what's going on? When I left in the morning, wasn't Ruyan still fine? Why is she suddenly going to give birth? It's nothing serious!"

"This is normal. Ruyan was going to give birth, but it's just a matter of time. She should be fine. The same happened with Ruyan's first two babies."

Wang Mingyuan patted Wang Changsheng on the shoulder and comforted him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a baby's cry came from the house.

"It's born, it's born."

Wang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although immortal cultivators are different from mortals, the children they give birth to are mortals, and it is not unheard of for a child to die in infancy.

After a while, a middle-aged woman came out holding a baby, and Wang Changsheng and three others walked up quickly.

The newborn baby is very small, with its eyes closed, and its whole body is pink. It looks very cute.

"Third uncle, third aunt, and ninth brother, congratulations, my brother and sister have given birth to a son."

"Father, mother, I'll go in and take a look at my wife. I'll ask someone to bring some spiritual food over to help my wife recuperate."

Wang Changsheng walked into the room quickly. Wang Ruyan was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, and his face was pale.

"Madam, thank you for your hard work. Are you okay?"

Wang Changsheng walked over quickly, gently held Wang Ruyan's hand, and asked with concern.

Wang Ruyan smiled slightly and said: "It's okay, Qingqing has another younger brother. I thought he was a daughter!"

Counting this child, Wang Changsheng has three sons and one daughter. With Wang Qingzhi in front of him, Wang Ruyan prefers his daughter.