In a blink of an eye, the day came for the decisive battle between Xiaopang and Shui Jing. On this day, the wind was sunny and the sky was cloudless. Xiaopang drove the flying sword to the competition venue and took a look. He fainted on the spot.
I saw that there was already a sea of people here, and the competition venue with a radius of several hundred feet was surrounded by an airtight seal. They not only have inner sect elites, but also many outer sect disciples, totaling hundreds of people. Obviously they were specially called in by some people to watch the battle, otherwise they would not even be qualified to approach the inner gate.
As soon as Xiaopang saw this posture, he knew that most of the people from the Fire Dragon Taoist line were plotting against him. They clearly wanted everyone to see their joke!
Although Xiaopang was unhappy, this competition was of great importance and he could not back down. He could only fall down depressed and stand alone in the venue, letting a large group of people around him judge him like a monkey.
"Wow! Is this the guy who defeated that perverted witch Mu Zirong?"
"He's so fat, not handsome, and seems not very strong. He barely qualified to enter the competition. How could such a guy defeat Miss Mu who has the Blue Shadow Divine Sword?"
"It is said that he seems to have a perverted big iron bell. Miss Mu took the Yuan Yuan Dan and the power of the Qingying Divine Sword, but she was not able to hurt a hair on his head. In the end, she went crazy!"
"Really? Didn't you see him take out the clock?"
"Maybe he has put it away. There is no reason for such a treasure to be revealed at any time. However, although his iron bell is sharp, he is still no match for Miss Shui Jing, the most expert in the sect!"
"Not necessarily. Miss Shui Jing is only a practitioner of water magic, and her attack power is obviously not strong. She can only be able to understand the opponent's weaknesses and be unfavorable. But this time, Song Zhong's treasure is a magic weapon that can protect the whole body. I am afraid that water Miss Jing can’t do anything, right?”
"Tch, even Mu Zirong and the others have a magic weapon in their hands. Miss Shui Jing's master is so strong, how could he not give her something good? I guess she must also have a high-quality magic weapon in her hand, but her previous opponents were too weak so she didn't use it. So no one knows!”
"Haha, I'm afraid I'm going to take it out this time. We have a good show to watch!"
"Hehe, we have to thank Senior Brother Song Zhong for this. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be able to get in! Having said that, Senior Brother Song is now the longest-faced one among our outer disciples. I also hope that he can create miracles. Take good care of these so-called elites in the inner sect!"
"That's right, those bastards in the inner sect are so irritating. They are all arrogant and cruel, and they don't even think of us as human beings. It's time for someone to stand up and teach them a lesson!"
Xiaopang stood there, listening to the low-spirited discussions of the people around him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: "I was just forced to teach Mu Zirong a lesson, but did he become an example for the outer sect disciples to resist the inner sect elites? These guys programmed me like this to drive me to death!"
Thinking of this, Xiaopang couldn't help but look around a few times. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he discovered that Monkey was also among the outer disciples, looking at him with a worried look on his face.
When Xiaopang saw this, he immediately smiled and nodded, indicating that he was fine. The monkey showed a slight smile, but the worry was still not completely eliminated.
But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd. A group of people arrogantly pushed aside the surrounding disciples and swaggered in front of Xiaopang.
When Xiaopang saw this, he frowned slightly. As soon as he saw this posture, he knew that someone was looking for trouble. But he is not worried. Anyway, at the competition site, the other party will definitely not blatantly conflict with him. That would be tantamount to interfering with the normal competition, which will definitely cause the displeasure of the higher-ups. Even if they have different identities, they will be severely punished. Give him a scolding. Therefore, the most these guys can do is make a few sarcastic remarks. Xiaopang is not afraid of this. Isn't it just a quarrel? Who is afraid of whom? So Xiaopang just watched what happened and looked at the group of people on the opposite side coldly.
There were about ten people in this group, and the two handsome young men in front were obviously the leaders. Although the others were not weak in cultivation, they all looked disgusting and servile. Xiaopang ignored the followers and just observed the two young men carefully.
One of the two is dressed in green and the other is in yellow. They are both Confucian shirts woven from the finest heavenly silk and have been refined by Taoism. They are body-protecting magic weapons with strong defense. In addition to these clothes, they also have many pendants on their bodies, including several jade pendants, several magic weapon rings, and magic weapon jade rings on the corners of their clothes. These are all good magic weapons, each with its own function. Normally, people would just wear one piece of each kind, but these two people wore three or five pieces of each kind, making their bodies covered with dazzling jewels and jewels!
However, when paired together, they look extremely tacky. However, they obviously do not have this consciousness, and they still feel very good. They hold out their chests, walk swaying, and jingle the rings they wear, as if they are afraid that others will not see them.
With expressions on their faces, the two of them came to Xiaopang arrogantly. The guy in yellow first bared his teeth and sneered, then glanced at Xiaopang up and down with disdain, and then said in a sinister tone: "Is your kid Song Zhong?"
"That's right!" Xiaopang responded calmly.
"Tch, 'send off'? What kind of bad name is this?" The guy in yellow immediately taunted loudly: "You are just ugly, why do you have such a shabby name?"
"That's right!" The guy in green taunted: "It's really a shame that you, the main idiot, can stay in our Xuantian Villa! If I were you, I would have died a long time ago. Save yourself the embarrassment!”
"Haha!" After saying that, he and his group of friends laughed together.
Seeing the other party speaking so rudely, Xiaopang was secretly angry. However, although he was angry, he didn't show it on his face at all. He just asked lightly, "My name is not good, but I don't know the surnames of the two of you." Your name is not embarrassing?"
"Nonsense!" The guy in yellow immediately shouted: "Young men, tell this idiot my font size!"
"Little fat man, listen carefully!" A guy who looked like a follower immediately stood up and said with a proud look on his face: "This one is the young master of the Li family, Li Jinglong, who is known as the Jade-faced Little White Dragon, and the other one is It’s Zhang Qingjiang, the young master of the Zhang family who is known as the unparalleled swordsman!”
When the two young men heard their names being read out with great pride by their subordinates, their faces suddenly lit up with a look of pride. The followers were all very proud and gave thumbs up to express their praise.
But after hearing this, Xiaopang turned around and left without saying a word.
The guy in yellow became anxious when he saw it, and hurriedly shouted: "Boy, why are you going?"
"I'll find a place to puke!" the little fat man said without looking back.