The top three in the martial arts competition will receive different rewards.
This year, the third place will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver; the second place will be rewarded with a stick of century-old ginseng; the first place will be rewarded with 50,000 taels of silver and the reward of being a disciple under the name of the great elder of the clan.
Nangong Wuming's generosity naturally made the onlookers around him red-eyed.
Ten thousand taels of silver is money that ordinary people, a family of four, cannot earn in a lifetime; century-old ginseng has a price but no market, it doesn't matter, and it is impossible to buy it without opportunities; finally, it is under the name of the great elder - the elder's apprentice
That can be said to be a quasi-first-class master in the future.
There are fifty-six people from the General's Mansion, Jinling, Changzhou, and Mobei. If they were to fight one-on-one, it would be dark and there would be no results yet.
When Nangong Wuming arrived, he simply sent out a gold faction that was only available to Nangong Mansion guards to all the players, and all fifty-six people gathered in the school grounds.
A quarter of an hour later, the thirty people standing in the field with the most gold medals in their hands were directly promoted.
Nangong Wuming's intention was very clear. He wanted to eliminate twenty-six people in a melee.
This time, the competition was about personal martial arts. Because they were afraid that each government would unite and beat more people, the thirty people with the best martial arts were not selected, so all fifty-six people were asked to wear black.
His clothes and face were all covered with black cloth.
In this way, no one can recognize who is who anymore.
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As soon as the war drums on the sidelines sounded, the game officially began.
In addition to the guards who maintained order on the field, the chairman only had Nangong Wuming, the first elder, the third elder, Nangong Xiaoyao, Luolanjia Ali, Changzhou Nangong Xiong'er, Mobei Nangong Yufei, seven people and one pet.
The fifty-six people in the field immediately started to fight with swords, fighting to the death for the thirty spots.
Ye Xue was also among them, but Ye Xue was like a fish in the water, leisurely and contented. In an instant, Ye Xue slashed down with five swords, five people fell behind him, and he had five more gold medals in his hand.
Ye Xue's attacks have a crispness and crispness that ordinary people cannot match. Even if his face is covered, he still gives people an aura of being untouchable and invincible, causing people to retreat.
The three people who got the code right took a fancy to the gold medal in Ye Xue's hand. In the chaos, they formed a triangle and surrounded Ye Xue.
The three of them are all using close-range ice palm techniques. In this chaos, they are more advantageous than leg techniques and sword techniques.
"Hurry up and hand over the gold medal..."
Before they could finish saying this, three embroidery needles flew out of Ye Xue's hand and hit their foreheads.
Seeing that the three of them were hit by hidden weapons and fell down at the same time, the people around them did not dare to stay by Ye Xue's side for fear of being attacked.
Except for the corner of Ye Xue, no one dared to come forward to provoke the strange situation. There were also Luomei and Nangong Qingqing in the chaos, and no one dared to get close.
Luomei grew up with Ye Xue. In the first five years in Jinling, Ye Xue often gave her moves to improve her practical experience. When nearly half of the people on the scene fell down, Luomei flew to Ye Xue's side.
As soon as Luomei and Ye Xue met, Ye Xue felt two eyes staring at her from the front.
Ye Xue raised her head and walked through the crowd. It wasn't Nangong Qingsu, Nangong Qingyue, the two brothers and sisters, or whoever it was!
The chaotic crowd seemed to be in another world. The noise around them faded away. Nangong Qingsu led Nangong Qingyue to a place five meters away from Ye Xue.
"Nangong Yexue?" Nangong Qingsu stared at Yexue with very suspicious eyes.
"Good eyesight!" Ye Xue chuckled.
Nangong Qingyue held the sword in her hand. She glanced at the ten gold medals hanging on Ye Xue's waist and said, "Your wife's kung fu is good."