"Xiao Niu, who is this?" Zhang Lie looked at Niu Xiaoniu and said. From the words of this young man, Zhang Lie could tell that this young man was a master.

"He is from the Baima Sect of Yu County. I also met during my trip. His name is Liu Qing. Now he should also participate in the martial arts meeting in these three counties. But I don't know that his family is actually a rich man from the Yu County City." Niu Xiaoniu said.

"Oh, so that's it!"

The group followed Liu Qing to a grand mansion and wrote the words Liu Mansion.

"Brother Liu, I didn't expect you to be a child of a wealthy family." Niu Xiaoniu looked at Liu Qing and said.

"What kind of wealthy families are all the family business that our old man earns, and it has nothing to do with me. Hahahaha, come in quickly!" Liu Qing laughed, without any arrogant look at all.

"Dad, I'm back!"

As soon as he arrived at the main hall, Liu Qing shouted loudly.

"You little brat, you come back as soon as you come back. How can you be so yelling like this? What's more, your master is still in the mansion." A middle-aged man walked out of the back hall in anger and said.

However, after seeing the group behind Liu Qing, he quickly clasped his fists and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed, everyone is really embarrassed. This kid in my family is really not polite. I'm negligent, please."

"Mr. Liu, please be polite."

Everyone started chatting in the hall. Although Liu Qing's father was a businessman, he knew a lot about the things in the world, so there was no disharmoniousness.

"Qing'er, you're back. In a few days, the Three County will be martial arts. Why haven't you practiced well yet?" As everyone was talking and laughing, a regretful word came out, and then an old man with great energy came out of the back hall.

"Old Ma!" Seeing the old man, Wu Qiang, the head of Tianlong Sect, lit up his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Huh? Master Wu?" The man who was called Lao Ma by Wu Qiang heard someone calling him, turned his head and looked at him, and said in surprise.

"It's not me, hahahahaha," Wu Qiang smiled.

"President Wu, how could you be in my disciple's home? Could it be that this kid did something that made you angry?" Lao Ma looked at Wu Qiang and said quickly, "You must know that he is just an elder in the White Horse Sect, and Wu Qiang is the head of a sect.

"Don't worry, there is nothing, it's just that you little disciple, who knows one of us who participated in the Three County Martial Arts, was brought in. We are here to visit." Wu Qiang waved his hand and said.

"Oh, Qing'er, who is your friend?" Lao Ma looked at Liu Qing and asked. As far as he knew, his apprentice was sometimes very arrogant, and those who could be friends with him should not be a weak person.

"Master, didn't you agree not to call me Qing'er? It sounds like calling a girl," Liu Qing complained and said, "Hey, it's him, Master, you have also heard of his name, the Sky-Climbing Stick that is rumored in the world now, hehehe."

"Hello, senior!" Niu Xiaoniu said with fists at the old man.

"Oh, you are the Niu Xiaoniu, the rumored stick in the world, and you have amazing talent. I didn't believe it at first, but now when I see you, I believe it. It seems that in a few years, you will pass by our old guys." Old Ma looked at Niu Xiaoniu carefully and said with emotion.

"Where is it, Senior Liao Praise!" Niu Xiaoniu said modestly.

After an afternoon of chatting, everyone became familiar with each other. The dinner was so lively, with some people who were drinking and drinking, they were already drinking on the table halfway. Fortunately, the next day was not the time for the Sanjun to meet the martial arts, otherwise they might not be able to get up.

Niu Xiaoniu and others lived in Liu's mansion for five days. During these five days, Liu Qing had always wanted to compete with Niu Xiaoniu, but they were beaten by Niu Xiaoniu on the grounds that the Three County Martial Martial Arts were about to arrive.

............

On the sixth day, the Three County Martial Arts finally started. Niu Xiaoniu and the others walked towards the competition venue under the leadership of the four masters. Although Liu Qing was on the same road as them, they were about to separate when they arrived at the competition venue. After all, they belonged to different camps.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Welcome to come here to participate in the three counties' martial arts meeting once every eight years. Although the country does not recognize our affairs, I still hope that you can perform well and win honors for your sect or individuals." The chief clerk of the Six Gates was also presiding over this matter.

"There are 158 disciples participating in the martial arts of the three counties, of which 30 were selected from the first competition of the three counties. They are all elites in each county, and the remaining 128 were young talents among the three counties who missed the first competition. Their purpose was naturally to fight with the selected elites and prove themselves."

"This competition is drawn by lottery. We will read the number later. Those who are read the number will go on stage to fight. The victorious side can enter the next round until twenty people are selected. These twenty people are the ones who will represent our three counties to participate in the 18-county competition. However, according to the convention, these twenty people will still have a high or low. The top ten will be rewarded." The chief clerk of Six Gates stood on the ring and said, with a loud voice, but it was able to make everyone present hear it clearly.

This is the use of the transformation of internal force into internal energy after reaching the innate master. After reaching the depths of the innate realm, it can also condense the sound into lines, which is the legendary sound transmission.

After saying that, the two constables carried a big box and Niu Xiaoniu and 158 people followed one by one to grab the number. Because this time the referee with six doors read the number, he did not care about who his opponent was, and they all nervously held the number in their hands.

Niu Xiaoniu scored 19th, but this number now does not represent your appearance, but depends on the referee's meaning.

“No. 5, No. 17!”

As expected, as soon as the referee came on stage, he opened his mouth and was just talking nonsense.

After the referee finished reading, a man and a woman jumped onto the ring and clasped each other and said:

"Diancang Sect, Li Yulin!"

"Huanhua Sword Sect, Zou Xuemei!"

"please!"
Chapter completed!