The five levels of white, black, red, green and yellow represent the degree to which the sticks can explore their potential. Meng Yuanhou did not paste such talismans on sticks before, so he has his own reasons: let the disciples find out their strength too early, and those who perform poorly may lose confidence, so they simply give up the battle at the end of the month and stop practicing sticks hard.

Meng Yuanhou's judgment was particularly accurate in Xin Youtao. The prince always thought that he could use more than 80% of the strength, but 110% or 120%. But what disappointed him was that he tried hard to swing three sticks, but the stick turned into less than 40% of the black ones, which meant that he had realized more than 20% or 40% of the potential.

The good side is that Xin Youtao found that his potential was quite deep, but the bad side is that he could only explore a small part of it.

"How could this happen?" Xin Youtao was extremely shocked, not knowing whether to be happy or worried.

"It's my turn." Xiao Qiu gave Xin Youtao a reminder, then swung the stick and the stick quickly changed from white to black, blending with the last darkness in the early morning. During this stage, it immediately turned red. When the stick approached the opponent, part of it turned green.

"I admit defeat." Fortunately, now that I have an intuitive judgment standard, Xin Youtao has no fighting spirit, throwing down his stick, shrinking his neck and surrendering.

The opponent was too weak, and Xiaoqiu failed to perform as he should, so he had to withdraw his stick and go aside to watch others compete.

Many people, like Xin Youtao, underestimate their physical potential, but pay too much attention to their efforts. They think they have tried their best, but the sticks are only black, and some people even stay in white. After stopping, the color will not fade for the time being. They can only hold them in their hands in shame, waiting for criticism from the teacher.

White, black, red, green, yellow, five grades, less than half of the people's sticks turned red, more than twenty people were green of varying shades, no one reached yellow, and even five Taoist children did not.

Xiaoqiu was delighted to see that the teenagers in Yelin Town worked very hard, and some of the worst people's sticks were red, Fangfang and Shen Hao were dark red. Erliang Shen Xiuwei even brought his potential to green, which was more pure than Xiaoqiu, which made him so happy that he couldn't stop talking.

The Pei siblings from Furong Mountain are also very outstanding. Xiao Qingtao is usually timid and timid, but this time he turns the stick into a light red. If he hadn't retreated for no reason at the last moment, the color would have been darker.

The sticks of the five Taoist disciples were all bright red, and Shen Geng had nothing extraordinary, and his opponent was too weak.

At the end of the first round of competition, Meng Yuanhou shook his head, "It's bad, so bad, there's nothing worse than this. Some of you should stay here for a few more months. I hope you will be stronger after breakfast."

He picked out fifty children to participate in the second round of the competition, and he looked very reluctant to choose the last few people. "Oh, there is only such a small piece of light red, it would be great if it could be as red as your face."

Some people sighed at the criticism of Dujiao, while others didn't care. Instead, they were more relaxed when they failed to enter the second round, and they were enthusiastically arguing about who would be the final winner.

Shen Geng and Xiaoqiu are still the most favored, and many people believe that if these two people meet, they will stimulate more potential.

At the dinner table, Xiaoqiu recounted the secret revealed by Xin Youtao - Shen Geng was going to "come to the real" in today's martial arts competition.

"What does this mean? Don't everyone 'really come and be real'? No one deliberately hides his strength?" Xiao Qingtao said, and then he remembered his last moment of retreat, very upset.

"It's another lie made up by Xin Youtao." Erliang Chen Xiuwei immediately concluded, "I saw Brother Xiaoqiu ask Xin Youtao for three moves. This time he can't ask for a dagger again. Look, he's here, he's strange..."

It was a little too late for them to find out that strangeness. Many people had long been staring at Shen Geng's table and whispering to each other.

Xin Youtao had a premonition that his poor performance would be criticized by his partners, but Shen Geng's actions still surprised him - his position was gone, and another child was sitting there, who performed well in the competition that had just ended.

Xin Youtao didn't know why he had to walk over, but his steps were uncontrollable, and he still smiled habitually, "Fellow Taoist Shen Geng, I just talked to the Mengdu Sect. He admitted that Pang Shan was not particularly good at talismans, and he might make mistakes..."

Shen Geng had a meal quietly, and his younger brother Shen Ji looked up and said, "Please ask fellow Taoist Xin to have a different place to eat. We are not a member of the same place, and we will not have the opportunity to travel with you in the future."

Xin Youtao's smile froze. He had been reminded that if he performed poorly in the martial arts competition, he would be out of the circle. But he always felt that his treatment should be different because he was a prince. Because he has generously given gifts these days, he is no less than the biggest buyer in Xijie City.

But he still lost his position like an ordinary person. How disgusted he is the status of an ordinary person.

Xin Youtao's stiff smile changed a little, and he pretended to be relaxed: "It doesn't matter, I just need you..."

Shin Ji lowered his head to eat, and no one paid attention to Prince Nishisuke standing beside him.

Xin Youtao walked towards the village woman who delivered the meal. He remembered Mu Xingqiu's actions more than half a month ago and felt that he still had a way to save face. However, he overestimated his ability to bear it. Before he could reach the place, his will had collapsed. He suddenly ran out of the dining room and did not show up all morning.

"He is so pitiful." Xiao Qingtao said sympathetically, trying to keep his voice down and dare not let the people at the next table hear it.

"I deserve it." Erliang Chen Xiuwei said his truest thoughts.

At this point, Xin Youtao had never made friends sincerely, so no one really felt sad for him, let alone complained about him.

Xiaoqiu even felt that the whole thing was full of irony. Xin Youtao was full of profound truths about making friends, both games and battles, but he was ridiculously simple in his work. Did he never think about how the Taoist sect, who even strives to be light in his meal, would like to be fond of the clothes and gold and silver he gave him?

Shortly after the meal, the second round of competition began. Except for Xin Youtao, all the children came to the courtyard. Fifty contestants stood in groups, while the other children stood under the eaves as spectators.

Xiaoqiu took the initiative to walk towards Shen Geng, hoping to "come to the real thing" soon. He was stopped by Meng Yuanhou on the way, and he pushed him opposite Shen Ji without giving any explanation.

"Stronger opponents can often stimulate more potential. You have passed the first round. Now it's time to work harder. Whoever acts worse than before breakfast-" Meng Yuanhou glanced at him with a sharp gaze for a while, "I'll let him take a stick on his back to attend the introductory ceremony."

The onlookers laughed, and the fifty warriors looked serious and began to accumulate energy in secret. No one wanted to embarrass people when they officially started, and they would be ridiculed for the rest of their lives.

"start!"

The children shouted and rushed towards each other, and Xiaoqiu was the same, his voice louder than others. Opposite him, Shen Ji stood still, his lips closed, his sticks swayed lightly, and the white and black colors swung by, turning into deep red in a blink of an eye.

Xiaoqiu's stick has also entered the red stage.

The two sticks intersected and evenly matched. Shen Ji was indeed much stronger than Xin Youtao. Xiao Qiu even felt a numbness in his palm. His fighting spirit rose rapidly, and he still screamed, and the stick hit his opponent like raindrops.

Meng Yuanhou wandered among the teenagers. Whenever the sticks passed by against the corner of his clothes, he kept shaking his head and sighing, and was stingy in praise of anyone's stick techniques. "If you practice for a few more months... you should learn more skills, instead of just beating like monkeys - fight, beat hard! If you don't have skills, you must be better than others in fighting spirit!"

The teenagers have learned a set of stick methods and have also figured out some techniques in daily comparisons. These are not worth mentioning in the eyes of the teachings.

The competition ended one after another, and Meng Yuanhou drove the poor performers to the crowd, leaving only the disciple whose sticks turned red, regardless of whether the disciple won the fight or not.

A quarter of an hour later, there were only a pair of warriors left on the field - Xiaoqiu and Shin Ji.

The two of them had turned green at this time, and they were beaten a few times, but neither of them wanted to admit defeat. Instead, they beat more intensely. Xiaoqiu stopped screaming, gritted his teeth and stared, and Shen Ji also lost the elegance and indifference of the Taoist children, his cheeks were bright red and he was furious.

Meng Yuanhou finally nodded, "Look, this is what I want, don't admit defeat and move forward bravely. Do you think this is only useful for fighting? The path of practicing Taoism goes against the will of heaven. Without this momentum, how can you go further?"

The children were perfunctory and focused on the two warriors, feeling that they were not just strong but just fighting against enemies.

A swollen cell bulged on Shen Ji's forehead, Xiao Qiu was hit by a stick in his stomach, and almost fell down. The two of them were really desperate, and one end of the stick even showed a faint yellow color.

"A little more ruthless." Meng Yuanhou kept circled around the two children, "You still have the strength to use all your strength."

Xiaoqiu's stick turned pale yellow, and the onlookers cheered in unison. Xiaoqiu was the first person to do this. Before, even Shen Geng had only half of the sticks appeared in vague yellow.

Shen Ji's stick did not change, and his eyes began to show a hint of panic. He had been used to seeing the mage of immortal style and Taoist sects, but he had never seen Xiao Qiu's ruthlessness.

Meng Yuanhou instantly appeared between the two and easily separated them: "End, you both have passed the test, rest for a while, and continue in the afternoon."

Half an hour later, Xiao Qiu applied miraculous healing medicine, and his body was as intact as before. He could happily exchange experiences with his friends.

During lunch, Shen Geng did something that surprised everyone: Shen Ji, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, stood behind him, neither healed the scars nor allowed to sit down and eat.

He was accepting his brother's punishment because he showed his defeat at the last moment of a competition.

"Hasn't Shen Ji passed the test? Shen Geng's requirements are too high." Even Erliang Shen Xiuwei also felt that Shen Geng was too strict. In fact, the color of the Shen Ji stick is no worse than that of his brother.

There was only the sound of chewing food in the entire dining room, and Erliang was almost whispering.

Xiaoqiu didn't say anything, and the Taoist sect's strict requirements left a deep impression on him. He began to believe that Shen Geng was indeed going to "realize" today.
Chapter completed!