You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 183 [Hill]
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[Ice]'s strong body was knocked away by Jiang Qiu and fell to the ground. His back slid six steps, making a puffing sound of friction.

Jiang Qiu stood in the circle and slowly retracted his arms that were across his chest. The ice armor attached to them seemed to be made of blue steel. Wisps of cold air floated upwards, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in mist.

[Bing]’s sternum must have been broken by this collision.

But the problem is not serious and can be cured.

There are herbs in the North Realm that can be used together to effectively treat symptoms such as bone fractures, and can even regenerate broken bones to a certain extent.

Given the size of the Nanshan tribe, there should be no worries.

Everyone followed Jiang Qiu's gaze and looked at Bing, dumbfounded. No one on the field whispered a word. Even the lame old man stood there in a daze, hesitating: "Is this thirteen years old?"

"Little Lord!"

Suddenly there was a startled shout, and [Python], the leader of the Nanshan tribe, strode to [Bing]'s side, wanting to help him up, but [Bing] had already gritted his teeth and trembled as he climbed up. Beads of sweat the size of beans ran down the contours of his cheeks, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Jiang Qiu: "You are very strong, very strong, very strong!"

Repeat three times in one breath, and let the sound penetrate your lungs!
Apart from the Chosen One [Wall], this is the first time in my life that I have encountered such a powerful opponent among my peers. Only after I have actually faced him, I know what I was facing when that young man rushed over!
Perhaps because this was just a normal challenge, [Qiu] held back on his strength. Otherwise, he would have used a direct punch instead of a collision, which would have certainly had a stronger penetrating force!
If that happens, even my body of Bronze Skin Realm wouldn't be able to withstand it!

"Well, you're not bad either."

Jiang Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that [Bing] could still stand up, but it seemed that his arms could not exert any strength for a short time.

"The Chosen One [Qiu]!"

A lame old man in the crowd was the first to shout, and soon a large number of responses rose like waves: "God bless Beixue!"

"The Chosen One [Qiu]!"

"God bless Beixue!"

Amidst wave after wave of shouts, the envoys from other tribes were all stunned, their blood boiling in their chests for no reason, and gradually some of them followed suit and shouted a few times.

They watched helplessly as the young master of the Nanshan tribe was knocked away in one round, while [Qiu] was unharmed, and even the ice armor on half of his body added a bit of chilliness.

This is the power of the Chosen One!

The young men of the tribe who had heard the legend of the Chosen One since childhood, when they saw the battle of the Chosen One with their own eyes for the first time, finally understood why the Chosen One was the Chosen One and was the hope for the rise of the entire tribe!

Before arriving in Beixue, they just thought that the Chosen Ones were just geniuses with better talents, and perhaps if their realm was higher than theirs, they would have a chance to defeat them.

But according to Jiang Qiu's cultivation progress, he can easily knock down the first genius of Nanshan Tribe at the age of thirteen. How difficult would it be for him to surpass the Chosen One?

This is simply beyond comprehension!
"The Chosen One is indeed the Chosen One," [Bing], with the help of [Mang], retreated to the Nanshan tribe's envoy team. He looked at Jiang Qiu, who was cheering for him, from a distance, with a complex look of sadness in his eyes: "Do all the Chosen Ones have such great power?"

"Perhaps it's because [Qiu's] bloodline talent is also related to strength."

[Python] spoke in comfort.

This was not the first time he had seen the power of the Chosen One. In fact, the [Wall] in the tribe had occasionally demonstrated his power, easily lifting the corpse of an adult male snow deer with one hand. But the visual impact was not as great as the collision that [Qiu] had just made. You have to know that [Ice]'s talent was the strongest in the Nanshan tribe, and he was a warrior who had already entered the Bronze Skin Realm. His own strength was much stronger than that of an adult male snow deer.

Perhaps even the [wall] of his own tribe could not defeat [ice] so easily. That calmness and confidence indicated a high level of control over strength.

[Qiu]'s talent is probably unparalleled among the Chosen Ones.
"Maybe," Bing smiled softly, turned around and looked at the other young men from the tribe behind him. Seeing that most of them were accompanied by girls from the Beixue tribe, he said, "Uncle Mang, I don't want to choose a wife anymore."

"What?" Python's pupils widened, and he shouted in surprise: "Young Master, you can't reject the Beixue Tribe just because you lost the challenge. The girl named Hua does have a good background. Their lineage was separated from the main line of the Beixue Tribe, and they have some relationship with the current leader. Their bloodline is not bad."

"No, that's not what I meant." [Bing] shook his head, his eyes serious: "I'm still young, I can spend more time tempering myself instead of spending time on reproducing offspring.

Although those chosen ones are extremely talented, none of them want to get married because they want to become even stronger.

They are fighting to win the battle of the chosen one.

As for me, my talent is far inferior to theirs, and for the future of the tribe, I should spend more time hunting and training."

After a pause, [Bing] turned his head and glanced at Jiang Qiu, then took a deep breath and said, "Uncle [Mang], when I return, I will tell my father that the Beixue Tribe is worthy of support. Their Chosen One [Qiu] must be the best among all the Chosen Ones, and even more powerful than our [Qiang]."

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[Python] swallowed his saliva, stared at his young master's serious eyes, and sighed inwardly.

Originally, the young master [Bing] had never taken his own reproduction seriously. It was only after he came of age that he had to find a female companion according to the rules of the Nanshan tribe, and he came here because he could challenge the Chosen One.

As a result of this challenge, they were beaten even less and paid less attention to reproduction.

Those chosen ones do not want to reproduce because they have never been devoted to this, and each of them has devoted all their energy to preparing for the battle of the chosen ones.

But [Bing] is the young master of the Nanshan tribe, but he does not reproduce.
[Python] shook his head and glanced at Jiang Qiu from a distance, with a hint of sigh in his eyes.

[Qiu]'s talent is definitely top-notch among the Chosen Ones, otherwise he wouldn't have stimulated [Ice] to this extent, even when facing [Wall].

However, the purpose of this trip has been achieved.

The Beixue tribe has great potential and can be compared with the blond chosen one [Jin] of the Xibing tribe. I can give an explanation to my eldest brother when I go back.

"Go tell the girl named [Hua] from the Beixue tribe that she doesn't have to go to Nanshan with us."

At the command, the warriors of the Nanshan tribe nearby ran out. At this time, in the carriage near the animal shed, [Hua] held the fur coat made of fire fox fur in both hands, with his head tucked into the bright red fur of his scarf.

Being chosen by the young master of the Nanshan tribe is what all the girls at this coming-of-age ceremony desire. Even their mothers are happier to have such a destination.

But ever since the guy named [Python] took him to the Nanshan tribe’s luxurious car, he felt a tightness in his chest.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"[mound]"

(End of this chapter)