Time began to flow quickly, and Ye Chuxiao returned to reality.
Wave after wave of rhyme aura naturally dissipated in the golden clock.
Holding the knife in both hands, Ye Chuxiao imitated Yan Po's way of drawing the knife. With one strike, the sword light flew and broke a chair. However, he felt that the power was not used properly and seemed awkward. The power was not as powerful as usual.
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"The force I used just now was wrong. Although Yan Po swung his sword widely, his power was extremely restrained. In fact, if it were not a group fight, but in a close-range individual fight, the powerful force would be restrained and concentrated.
The best thing is to release it within a small space."
After realizing this, when Ye Chuxiao swung his sword, he no longer only pursued strength, but also exercised control.
When practicing swordsmanship, I draw the sword with all my strength, but the sword only falls halfway.
After exercising like this for two days, Ye Chuxiao bought a lot of tofu, placed it on the table, and swung his knife at the tofu.
When the knife fell at first, before the knife came, the wind of the knife still tore the tofu into pieces and exploded it into crumbs.
After a period of practice, Ye Chuxiao gradually mastered the strength and was able to cut the tofu evenly without damaging the tabletop.
After that, Ye Chuxiao changed his training method and placed pebbles on the tofu, trying to make the pebbles split open with one strike of the knife, while the tofu would not be damaged at all.
Practicing swordsmanship in this way, time has come to the day of the competition before I know it.
It is still the square on the first floor of the dungeon, with two bronze one-eyed beasts separated from the north and south, forming a barrier.
Within the barrier, all monks can fully exert their cultivation and will no longer be suppressed by the prison-suppressing artifact.
The officials of the Ministry of Punishment were sitting on a high platform. From a visual point of view, they were separated from the jailers standing in a square formation, looking down at the many jailers from a high place.
This time, even Bai Toubiao was no longer qualified to stand alone and stand alone in a row. Instead, he stood together with many jailers to show his identity, but in fact he was not much different from ordinary jailers.
There was no lengthy speech before the competition, and the way of showing off in front of a group of jailers was obviously not what those officials from the Ministry of Punishment were happy about. The Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, who only sent a paper man as a stand-in, nodded slightly.
Then an official from the Ministry of Punishment held a document and said: "Now the competition will begin. Two people will form a group. After reciting their names, they will go out on their own to compete. If there is anyone who is not on duty and does not show up, he will be automatically dismissed and permanently punished."
No use."
Then he started to read the names.
"Zhang Dakai! Xu Bubu!" the official of the Ministry of Punishments read these two names three times. When no one responded, they crossed out these two names from the prisoner files of the Ministry of Punishments.
The so-called jailer competition to select talented people is certainly the purpose, but checking the list and eliminating jailers who do not exist in reality is also one of the purposes.
The officials from the Ministry of Punishments continued to recite the names, calling hundreds of names, but no one came out.
This big competition has just begun, and it has fallen into an embarrassing crisis that has never been imagined before.
Not only the phalanx of jailers, but also the officials of the Ministry of Justice sitting on the high platform could not sit still. Those who had ghosts in their hearts felt like they had nails growing on their buttocks, twisting uneasily.
Everyone is taking free money, and they all think that the amount of free money is... not too high.
But he didn't expect that he would be slapped hard right at the beginning.
The high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Justice, at this moment, felt as if they were wearing a crown because of the awkwardness in their hearts.
The paper-figure incarnation of the Minister of Punishment scanned the crowds on the left and right, noticing everyone's strange expressions, but did not get angry.
Such an embarrassing situation was obviously deliberately brought about by the Minister of Punishment.
The purpose is to beat up all the officials under his command.
"Wu Shan, Liu Qingfeng!" Finally the awkward silence was broken.
The two jailers left the team and stood under the high platform, in front of the jailer square.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Wu Shan is a formation cultivator, while Liu Qingfeng is a sword cultivator.
The two faced each other, and after clasping fists and saluting, Liu Qingfeng instantly summoned the flying sword and shot it towards Wushan.
Liu Qingfeng's flying sword was not made of gold or iron, but a wooden sword. For poor swordsmen with little wealth, carving flying swords from aged peach or jujube wood was a cheap alternative.
Of course, a wooden sword is just a wooden sword after all, and to a real swordsman, it is like a toy.
But once given extremely fast speed, the power of even a wooden sword cannot be underestimated.
However, Liu Qingfeng's cultivation level is not high. Once the flying sword is fired, it is often difficult to take it back, or he is unable to take more shots. At this time, the purpose of a strong attack is to catch the enemy by surprise and defeat the enemy quickly.
Obviously, Wushan had already taken precautions, lowered the formation flags, and simply built a phantom formation around him.
Three phantoms appeared, sharing the risk.
Liu Qingfeng bet on the wrong identity and shot his sword in the air. Wushan immediately waved the formation flag, trapping Liu Qingfeng.
Just standing in front of Liu Qingfeng holding a fire talisman, Liu Qingfeng was helpless and could only admit defeat.
"Wushan, win! Reward, five taels of silver." shouted the official from the Ministry of Punishment who was in charge of presiding over the competition.
The simplest silver reward, it can only be said that even if Wushan won, it was not taken seriously.
His methods can only be said to be quite satisfactory.
What's more, the long "fake list" before has obviously consumed a lot of expectations.
Wu Shan and Liu Qingfeng, two winners and one loser, both returned to the queue dejectedly.
Next, the competition continues.
Officials from the Ministry of Justice began calling names at a faster pace.
Call the first three groups at once, and then start fighting together.
It doesn't matter even if the three groups of people in the battle accidentally 'string' together.
This is not a fair game.
It is a process to test the jailer's ability.
Sudden accidents can better demonstrate the ability of an excellent jailer.
Of course, so far, all the chaotic battles have ended badly, with basically no winners and only losers.
The general strength and ability of the guards of the Ministry of Punishment are really poor.
There is no hidden dragon or crouching tiger, everyone is very real.
It's just like novices pecking each other.
In comparison, Wu Shan and Liu Qingfeng, who were the first to play, can be considered elite.
At least they still have formation flags and flying swords.
Many jailers have no means of main warfare at all. When compared, they actually took out gongs and drums, shengxiao, cloth, combs, seeds and other objects to show off their operations, which was simply mind-numbing.
It is true that many monks in strange categories can use daily utensils, musical instruments, plants, etc. to exert extraordinary power, but more generally speaking, it is not suitable as a means of combat. It is simply much weaker.
The faces of many officials in the Ministry of Punishment have turned black to charcoal.
The paper-figure clone of the Minister of Punishment has even been colored red, obviously he wants to vent his anger.
You must know that, officially speaking, the Prison Guards are also in the order of combat, and generally speaking, only those monks with actual combat capabilities are allowed to be recruited.
Such as sword cultivation, martial arts cultivation, law cultivation, curse cultivation, etc.
But right now, there are embroiderers, peasants, musicians and other non-combatants among them, all just pretending to be fake.
"The next group is Ye Chuxiao, Wu Ting, Ma Shaokang, Li Fu, Wang Buyi, Xu Biao."
The names of six people were called, but only five came out.
Apparently one of them doesn't exist.
And all the eyes were focused on Xu Biao.
Because Xu Biao is Baitou Biao.
The former chief of the dungeon jailers of the Ministry of Punishment.
Today I went to my mother-in-law’s house with my wife and son. The monthly ticket will be added and the update will be posted tomorrow! Thank you everyone! In addition, I would like to ask for recommendations, monthly tickets, and follow-up reading!