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Wangjiabao, martial arts field.

Dozens of cultivators gathered around the Yanwu Arena, most of them young people. There were ten bluestone arenas in the Yanwu Arena.

In order to encourage the clansmen to cultivate, the Wang family holds a small competition every three years and a ten-year competition. The top ten clansmen will receive a sum of resources and improve their treatment.

Of course, there are restrictions on the clansmen participating in the competition. First, the father or mother must be from the royal family, otherwise they cannot participate in the competition. This is a measure to promote the integration of foreign monks into the royal family; second, the age must be over fifteen and under sixty years old; Third, only clansmen without special skills can participate in the competition. Wang Qingqing and Wang Qingyun cannot participate. The clansmen with special skills are already treated better than ordinary clansmen. If they also participate in the competition, it is very unfair for ordinary clansmen.

Of course, not all clansmen can come back to participate in the competition, and clansmen who work outside cannot participate in the competition, but if they do things well, they will also be rewarded. The family will reward him.

Wang Changsheng sat on the high platform and looked at the young junior with a faint smile on his face.

Wang Mingzhan was in charge of hosting this small competition, and the participating clansmen were rubbing shoulders and eager to try.

This is the first small competition held by the Wang family. The rewards are very generous. The first place can get 300 spirit stones and a bottle of Qi nourishing pill. In the future, the resources for cultivating immortals obtained every month will increase by 40%. Of course, only three Years, and a small competition will be held three years later. If you cannot make it to the top ten, you will get less resources for cultivating immortals.

In this competition, there were 73 contestants, and there were many clansmen watching.

There are three levels in Xiaobi. The first level is for the contestant to compete with two first-order low-grade puppet beasts, the second level is for two first-order middle-grade puppet beasts, and the third level is for a first-order 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 holding the small competition is only to encourage the clansmen to cultivate, not to ask them all to go to the battlefield.

To be honest, the competition of the cultivators in the Qi refining stage was nothing to watch, but Wang Changsheng watched it patiently.

Wang Changsheng's eyes focused on a ring. Wang Qingkai stood there, waving his hands, releasing one after another cyan wind blade, slashing at two low-rank ape and puppet beasts.

Looking at Wang Qingkai's spellcasting speed, he has cultivated the wind blade technique to great perfection.

The two ape puppet beasts couldn't get close to Wang Qingkai at all, and after receiving multiple blue wind blades, their bodies were covered in bruises.

Wang Qingkai made a pinch, his hands lit up with a dazzling blue light, and a "whoosh" sounded, and a giant wind blade with a length of 10 feet flew out, slashing at the leg of an ape and puppet beast. Its right leg was chopped off, and the ape puppet was left with one foot, making it inconvenient to move.

Wang Qingkai did the same, cutting off the left leg of the other ape puppet with the wind blade technique of the Great Perfection.

Wang Changsheng nodded secretly, cut off one leg of the ape puppet, the ape puppet was inconvenient to move, its attack power was greatly reduced, and it was relatively easy to repair. The head, but the head has always been the strongest part of the puppet beast. It is still relatively difficult to cut off the head of the puppet beast.

"Boom!"

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

On a certain ring, a tall, honest-looking young man in red stood on the ring, holding a red flag in his hand.

Wang Changsheng hadn't come home for many years and didn't know the young man in red, so he quickly asked Wang Mingzhan, "Uncle Six, what is the name of that clan in red?"

"He's the son of your sixth brother, Wang Qingjun. This boy cultivated very hard. He went out with Qingshan to hunt monsters. He was accidentally scratched on the chest by the raccoon monster and almost died. This boy has a great life and survived."

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

Wang Qingyuan also participated in this competition. He is already on the eighth floor of Qi Refining, and Wang Qingshan is already on the second floor of Foundation Establishment.

Wang Qingyuan's style of play is relatively stable. He throws out a stack of frozen talismans, immobilizes a first-order puppet beast, throws out two yellow flying knives, and slams another first-order puppet beast. two.

Wang Qingjun faced the simple and honest, but when he started, he was very ruthless. The puppet beasts that attacked him were all destroyed and could not be repaired. Wang Qingkai did things properly and could accurately identify the shortcomings of the puppet beast. , the repair can still be used, Wang Qingyuan knows how to use his strengths and fight steadily.

Unsurprisingly, all three of them made it into the top ten. According to the time of winning, Wang Qingjun ranked first, second was Wang Qingkai, and Wang Qingyuan ranked fourth.

After the little competition was over, Wang Changsheng personally presented them with rewards and said some words of encouragement.

Just after Xiaobie was over, Wang Qingqing drove the black eagle puppet to fly and landed in front of Wang Changsheng. She looked flustered, as if something major had happened.

"Father, grandpa and grandma said, mother is about to give birth, so you should go back quickly."

When Wang Changsheng heard this, his face tightened, and a white cloud appeared out of thin air under his steps, carrying him to his residence.

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

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

"Father, mother, what's the matter? When I left in the morning, wasn't Ruyan alright? Why did she suddenly give birth? It's nothing serious!"

"This is normal~www.novelmt.com~ Ruyan was about to give birth, but sooner or later, it should be fine. Ruyan's first two babies are the same."

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

As soon as the voice fell, a baby's cry came from the room.

"Born, born."

Wang Changchang breathed a sigh of relief. Although immortal cultivators are different from mortals, the children born are mortal, and it is not uncommon for children to die prematurely.

After a while, a middle-aged woman came out with a baby in her arms, and Wang Changsheng and the three walked up quickly.

The newborn baby was very small, with closed eyes and pink all over, looking very cute.

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

"Father, mother, I'll go in and take a look at the lady, and let someone bring some spiritual meals over to make up for the lady."

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

"Miss, it's hard work, are you alright!"

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

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

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

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