The establishment of the Celestial Dynasty began with the bestowal of the title upon the River God.

Li Yi withdrew his gaze, looked at the third person besides Horse Face and his bad friend, and clasped his hands in greeting:

"Nice to meet you."

The man also clasped his hands in a fist salute and said with a smile:

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Zhong Ming, a junior officer from the Sixth Manor, and a cultivator of the Metal Element Body."

Horse Face leaned close to Li Yi's ear and whispered, "Brother Zhong is too modest. He's the only one among our garrison's sentries with a special physique. He, Xiao Zhou, and Lin Yue from the Trapped Camp are all favorites to win the competition—and of course, we have to count you in, Brother Li, too."

The competition tested four skills of scouts and riders, not just bravery.

Li Yi modestly remarked that he was somewhat curious about Zhong Ming's special physique, but the other party had no intention of showing off.

"Brother Ma is very well-informed."

"What, Brother Ma?" Horse Face darkened slightly. "My surname is Liu!"

"Alright, Brother Ma."

Horse Face nearly choked, but then he heard shouts coming from the other side of the shooting range. Knowing that the competition had already started, he had no choice but to give up.

The selection process for the three armies' scouts differed somewhat from the selection process within the garrison. The horse archers not only had to shoot at targets while on horseback, but after one round of competition, the soldiers were even put on targets by throwing them!

This greatly increased the difficulty of archery. Guan Tian was not good enough at practicing, and his number of hits quickly fell behind three or five experienced archers.

With the number of targets dwindling, Guan Tian couldn't help but feel uneasy when it was his turn to take the next shot.

He had clearly heard Zhang Ren's announcement. If he didn't do his best to serve Yi Ge'er now, when would he?

Fortunately, I hadn't used my wind energy before, and I've been cultivating diligently these past few days. With the cultivation of opening two acupoints, I should be able to withstand eight or nine arrows.

"start!"

Guan Tian was jolted awake by the shout. He stared intently at the straw target that had been tossed into the air, deftly raised his bow and arrow, and shot.

A wisp of air adhered to the arrow, blocking the external airflow. With a soft "poof," it hit the target.

One of the soldiers picked up the target, looked at it, raised his arm, and shouted excitedly.

"Bullet of the bullseye! Five points!"

Guan Tian turned his horse around and ran back and forth along a lime line, his eyes fixed on the target. He shot five times in a row and his score was about to catch up!

Outside the training ground, Wu Hao was very curious as he listened to the shouts in the distance.

"Over there in the archery competition, there's a formidable archer who hit the bullseye five or six times in a row—that's a distance of 600 feet, 100 paces!"

"Let's move over!"

"Move my ass!" Corporal Wang Li pulled the man back. "The real showdown is about bravery, and our positions are perfect."

Before they could finish speaking, Guan Tian had already shot ten arrows, all of which hit their mark, earning him fifty points.

These "sticks" are the small bamboo sticks in the scorekeeper's tube; one stick is one "stick".

He hit the target ten times in a row from a distance of 100 paces, and scored a perfect score in the last round, which made even the most experienced horse archers feel ashamed.

They were puzzled, but the body cultivator who threw the target and the soldiers with some cultivation could see it clearly. There was clearly wind energy guiding the arrow. The skinny monkey who shot the arrow was not only an amazing archer, but also a rare wind cultivator!

Even with the guidance of the wind, Guan Tian did not hit the bullseye every time.

The outer edge of the bullseye also scores five points, and the target is a giant target five meters long, which is difficult for anyone other than a body cultivator to throw.

If another round were to come, Sekita would be powerless and would only be overtaken.

The many body cultivators present paid no attention to any of this; all they could think about was the excitement of discovering the Windwalker cultivator. The news spread like wildfire, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached every corner of the training ground.

The number of cultivators in the outer two lines can be counted on one hand in the entire military camp.

After the archery competition was over, Sekita dismounted and waited to the side. The rankings were calculated almost simultaneously after the last few horse archers finished shooting.

……

Guan Tian led his horse to find Li Yi, and behind him he saw Li Erhu and Liu Zhi, both of whom looked dejected.

"how?"

"I'm ranked third." Guan Tian looked slightly ashamed. "I used all my energy, but I still can't compare to many of my seniors. I've disappointed Brother Yi."

Li Yi, however, was all smiles. When Li Erhu and Liu Zhi returned just now, he was truly ashamed. Out of a total of thirty flags, one was seventh from the bottom and the other was twelfth from the bottom.

Now that Guan Tian has come back third, if he works harder, he might just be able to take the lead.

On the high platform, Zhang Ren handed the roster to the three adults to look through one by one, but they didn't react much.

Having received the signal, he shouted:

"Those who wish to participate in the bravery category, please enter the white circle and prepare."

In an instant, Li Yi, Zhong Ming, Ma Lian'er and others set off, and the three forces gathered in the white circle, tacitly dividing up three territories.

Li Yi was next to Zhong Ming, located in the central area of ​​the garrison, and was protected by layers of guards.

In the other two areas, Xiao Zhou of the Tiger Might Camp was also under heavy protection, while Lin Yue of the Trapped Camp was on the outer perimeter, close to the sentries of the garrison.

Presumably, it is because their five elements and physical constitutions are different that their decisions differ.

Li Shuyan ordered someone to bring him a large spear, and then stood up with the spear in his hand.

"You will be able to move at the sound of my spear being swung."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by the thousands of soldiers on the drill ground.

Li Shuyan slightly turned his wrist, not swinging the gun, but giving it a sharp shake, and a sharp sound echoed throughout the training ground, like the cry of a phoenix.

The fifty-nine body cultivators within the white circle reacted to the sound. At the point where the three sides met, fists clashed instantly, and in the blink of an eye, several people flew out of the circle and lay on the ground struggling.

Horse-faced friend, a cultivator of the Earth element, volunteered to stand in front of Lin Yue of the Trapped Camp. Seeing two or three of his colleagues being kicked away, and knowing that it would be his turn next, he quickly raised his arm to block a punch, but failed to withstand the force and sat down with a thud.

"No way, this guy's already at the mid-stage, just like Xiao Zhou!"

Lin Yue grinned maliciously, bent down and took off his waist tag, staring at Zhong Ming as he shook the rope.

Zhong Ming stepped forward with a cold face, "Going all out from the start, aren't you afraid Xiao Zhou will steal the victory?"

"Enough with the nonsense." Lin Yue tossed his waist token to his colleague. "My iron body just wants to test your golden jade body!"

The two stopped arguing and engaged in a fierce battle, leaving others powerless to intervene.

Iron-like body, golden-jade physique—these names alone suggest a constitution suited for body cultivation…

Li Yi listened attentively to their exchange, noticing that Lin Yue's skin on his fists gradually turned brown, revealing sharp angles between his knuckles; Zhong Ming's every move was also imbued with golden light, showing no weakness in the face of the iron fists.

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhou was still conserving his strength, but the garrison had lost several colleagues to Lin Yue, leaving them short-handed and struggling to cope, clearly showing signs of decline.

Horse Face could no longer contain himself and charged forward.

It had only been the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, but the competition had barely begun, and more than ten of the three sides' sentries had already been eliminated.

Xiao Zhou, Lin Yue, and Zhong Ming all seem to be quite prestigious, which makes the other colleagues willing to exchange favors with each other.

Although the first place only has a small flag, it is still a three-way competition. If infighting occurs and someone takes advantage of the situation, the future military campaign will be in jeopardy.

Although Li Yi was in the garrison, he seemed to lack the awareness of a junior officer in charge of the troops. Even when there were only about twenty people left in the white circle, he still did not make a move.

The number of people in the white circle has decreased sharply, making the space much emptier, and the waist tags are more concentrated.

Lin Yue and Zhong Ming were locked in fierce combat, neither gaining the upper hand in the short term. However, seeing that the garrison was outnumbered, Horse Face finally couldn't help but shout:

"Brother Li, make your move!"