Xiang Bao muttered: "If Yuanjing warriors don't want to go to the martial arts competition to fight hard, no one can force them. After all, their strength is there."
"However, this problem is not only common in Vietnam, but also elsewhere. So after discussion, all parties simply changed the rules and only allowed young warriors under the age of thirty to fight."
Zhao Lin was startled, "If the Yuanjing warriors don't go, will the young man be willing?"
Xiang Bao said: "Of course! Yuan realm warriors have no desires and desires, but young warriors are full of vigor, and those under the age of thirty cannot exceed the blood realm at most."
"Firstly, the lethality of Blood Realm warriors is far less terrifying than that of Yuan Realm warriors, and fights are less likely to result in casualties. Secondly, Blood Realm warriors all want to break through to the Yuan Realm, and you can use inducements to lure them."
"If you can get a good ranking in the martial arts competition, the reward will be quite generous. Let's say that we in Dai Viet not only give money, but also fiefs, and even princes, uncles, sons, and titles are given away as if they are free of money."
"Of course, martial arts practitioners are most concerned about their cultivation, so there are also rare herbs and elixirs provided. Martial arts practitioners may not care about fame and fortune, but they will not be tempted by things that increase their cultivation, right?"
Zhao Lin thought to himself that this was indeed a wise choice. It was useless to raise more troops in the martial arts world. It was better to spend the money on elite warriors.
"There are good elixirs that can help break through from the blood realm to the Yuan realm?"
Xiang Bao smiled and said: "The higher you go in cultivation, the more stringent the requirements for elixirs. Not only do you need top-quality elixirs, but there are more than just one or two pills. Even large sects like our Xingyun Sect cannot afford to supply them. .”
"But the martial arts competition is different. It's a reward from a country. If you have the ability to come out on top, the court can smash you to the Yuan realm even with pills."
After hearing this, Zhao Lin was really moved.
Although he has the spirit beast map, elixirs are also indispensable. He has truly experienced the taste of Moistening Pills, Wuliu Pills and Sutra Cleansing Soup. Using them and not using them are two different things.
Rich people also want to become richer, and no martial artist thinks that they practice too quickly.
Xiang Bao raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "How are you, are you tempted?"
Zhao Lin had a frank look on his face, "It doesn't matter what the elixir rewards are, Zhao is loyal to boxing and is willing to serve the country!"
Xiang Bao laughed loudly and stopped for a while, "You are actually right. Winning a martial arts competition is just like winning a big battle before."
"Not only does the court and sect benefit, but it is also a good thing for ordinary people."
Zhao Lin suddenly thought of a question, "Listening to what you said, it seems that the martial arts competition is not something difficult to talk about. Why should it be kept secret?"
Xiang Bao scratched his hair and hesitated: "It is said that in the early years, martial arts competitions were open to the public, and ordinary people could even come to watch."
"But as time went by, the problem came. No matter how many times we won, as long as we suffered a disastrous defeat, we would be accused of losing our power, humiliating the country, and being incompetent."
"How can a warrior stand this kind of anger? He simply announced the cancellation of the martial arts competition and held it secretly like this. I have also heard about it, but I must be close to it."
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "You know so much."
Xiang Bao couldn't hide the look of contentment on his face, "There are several families in our Xingyun Sect, and my Xiang family can barely count as one. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"My ancestors of the Xiang family also had great success. Master Zeng Zeng ranked among the top eight in the martial arts competition!"
"I admire you. No wonder Brother Xiang knows so much about Wu Dynasty."
Zhao Lin praised it and said: "The inner courtyard of our Xingyun Sect was established just for the purpose of the martial arts competition, right?"
Xiang Bao raised his thumb and said, "You're right! This is why the inner court requires disciples to be under twenty-five years old and why it emphasizes actual combat."
"The martial arts competition is held once every three years. No matter how old you are, you won't be able to catch up!"
Zhao Lin thought to himself that no wonder even the master didn't know about the martial arts competition. Although the master was in the blood realm, he had never entered the inner courtyard, so he naturally had no way of knowing.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "How is our record in Dai Viet?"
Xiang Bao's expression changed when he heard this, and his brows knitted together, "Not so good! Otherwise, how can I say it's a close match!"
Zhao Lin couldn't believe it, "Why? Isn't Dai Viet a country on the Central Plains?"
"That's true!"
Xiang Bao sighed, "There are many talents in Dayue, and there are many martial arts practitioners. The first people to study the bleeding realm skills, Yuan realm skills, and Xiantian realm skills are all from Dayue!"
"So in the first ten times of the martial arts competition, we always won the championship, and we were crushing them."
"It's a pity and hateful thing that these foreign bastards sent people to disguise themselves as Central Plains people and come to our sect in Dai Viet to steal their masters. They pretended for decades and even learned our martial arts skills secretly and deceitfully."
"What's even more shameless is that after the incident was exposed, they insisted that these exercises were developed by themselves. Do you think it's annoying or not?"
Zhao Lin frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "That's not right!"
Xiang Bao asked: "What's wrong?"
"Even so, they secretly learned our martial arts. Logically speaking, we are still ahead. At most, the gap has become smaller."
"From your tone, we are not only being overtaken, but also being overtaken?"
Xiang Bao suddenly fell silent, and then said after a while: "Although those foreign races are located in the wilderness, in fact, the Wushu in the north and the Wuche in the northwest are also big countries with an area of thousands of miles, and there are many capable people and strangers among them."
"These people are good at fighting. They have their own strengths. They have created many powerful techniques. They are obviously not at a high level, but they are extremely powerful in actual combat!"
"I heard that in the recent martial arts competition, if our people are at the same level as the other party, there is basically no chance of winning."
"Also, I heard from grandpa that our martial arts in the Central Plains have been self-respecting for the past one or two hundred years and have no intention of making progress. I don't know if that's the case."
Zhao Lin lamented that this place had similar customs and cultural beliefs to China in his previous life, which made him instinctively like it.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly powerful Dai Viet was also surrounded by tigers and wolves, with undercurrents surging.
"Why do you think there are more and more Wushu people in Yongning City in recent years? And why do they still occupy important positions in post offices, car dealerships, chambers of commerce, etc.?"
"It's because of the poor performance in the martial arts competition. In exchange, these industries are opened to others."
The more Xiang Bao talked, the angrier he became. His face was full of anger. He punched the target in the training room hard and said angrily: "If things continue like this, I'm afraid this Yongning City will be owned by someone else!"
Zhao Lin waited for him to calm down and said seriously: "Brother Xiang, thank you for informing me of this matter and solving the mystery in my mind."
Xiang Bao waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I'm telling you this, firstly, because I admire your character, and secondly, I'm sure you can enter the inner courtyard."
After saying that, I added in my mind: "Third, my father and brother said that you are not a creature of the pond, and suggested that I make friends with you..."
(End of chapter)
