"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot!"
Ye Chuan patted his head and suddenly thought about it.
There is a rule in Yunwu Sect that disciples can challenge each other every five days. No one can refuse the challenge of others. Those who disobey the order will be expelled from the gate.
The winner can get extra points. The higher the score, the higher the salary. If you lose, points will be deducted. If you lose too badly, you won't even get a copper plate, let alone collect treasures and elixirs. The strong get stronger and the weak get weaker. This rule seems a bit cruel, but in fact it is of great significance and has inspired generations of disciples to practice hard. In the past, Ye Chuan had been in seclusion at Ziyun Peak all year round and rarely had contact with people. He had been missing in the mountains for three months, and he had almost forgotten this rule.
"Your surname is Jin? Well, brother, are you the grandson of Master Jin of the Alchemy Hall? That sect genius Jin Hua who is rumored to have broken through to the seventh level of a warrior at the age of eleven, and who broke through the shackles of heaven and earth and cultivated to the first level of a monk at the age of fourteen?" Ye Chuan went up and down. He looked at the young man in green robe.
Hearing what Ye Chuan said, the young man in green robe Jin Hua snorted arrogantly, "Exactly, I am Jin Hua."
"Yes, Tangtang is indeed a genius. However, senior brother, I specialize in fighting geniuses. No matter who it is, anyone who violates the sect's laws will be spanked. Please be more honest in the future." Ye Chuan was full of praise just now, making people feel happy, In the blink of an eye, upon hearing a word, Jin Hua, a young man in green robe, turned red and was about to take action. He became furious and took a vicious step forward.
Pretend, keep pretending, keep crazy, let’s see how long you can stay crazy! Zhu Sijia also took a step forward with murderous intent, and their entourage also came closer and surrounded Ye Chuan.
"Senior Brother Jinhua, let me do it! Boy, choose me!"
"Miss, I'll do it! Boy, choose me and let me teach you a lesson for Miss!"
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People talked a lot and stared at Ye Chuan fiercely, and public sentiment was raging. That way, it seemed that Ye Chuan had committed some shameful and outrageous atrocity, and they wanted to join forces to tear him into pieces.
There is strength in numbers, and the herd mentality made Zhao Dazhi, a fat man who was usually avoiding others, rush forward and wave his fist at Ye Chuan. My butt is still hurting, and I don't dare to do anything. Taking the opportunity to scold Ye Chuan a few words can relieve my hatred.
The little fat man scolded loudly and hard, louder than anyone else.
According to the sect's regulations, a challenge is held every five days. No one is allowed to avoid the battle, but they can only fight once. By challenging Ye Chuan, you can not only show your face in front of the eldest lady Zhu Sijia and the dandy Jinhua, showing your strength and loyalty to them, but you can also take the opportunity to gain points from Ye Chuan. How can you miss such an opportunity
People rushed to be the first, and their eyes gradually became hot.
"Shut up, are you tired of your butt itching?"
Ye Chuan shouted coldly, covering up people's voices, and his eyes swept across people's faces coldly. In an instant, everyone's heart trembled and they felt frightened.
The high-spirited Zhu Sijia suddenly had the same feeling as when Ye Chuan returned from the God Burial Valley and the two met at the foot of the mountain. The look in Ye Chuan's eyes made her soul tremble. She had never felt such pressure from any of the elders.
Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment and disappeared quickly. Ye Chuan smiled evilly, with a troubled look on his face, as if he had entered the treasure mountain and didn't know which gem to grab, and said: "You are all geniuses of our Yunwu Sect, well, who should I choose?"
"Boy, you can really pretend! Choose me. If you win, I will move to Ziyun Peak and be your assistant!" Looking at Ye Chuan who still had an evil smile on his face, Zhu Sijia felt itchy with hatred. Illusion, what just happened must be an illusion. How can a mere mortal warrior have any abilities
"No, choose me!"
Jinhua took another step forward and said coldly: "Boy, I only use one hand. If you win, I will call you Senior Brother seriously from now on. If anyone doesn't call you Senior Brother, I will beat him for you!"
"Yes, a good idea!" Ye Chuan nodded and changed his tone, "However, there are too many people with itchy buttocks, so I can't be partial to just teach you a lesson. Let's do this, to be fair, let's play a game. The broom falls on Whoever you face on the ground will play."
Ye Chuan raised the broom on his shoulder. Zhu Sijia and Jin Hua winked and led everyone to take a few steps back. This is fine, it will make Ye Chuan convinced. None of the people present were weak, and the worst one was a sixth-level warrior, much more powerful than Ye Chuan. Anyone could beat him to death.
Ye Chuan exerted force on his wrist and threw the broom high into the air, before falling to the ground with a thud.
The little fat man Zhao Dazhi, who was still muttering and cursing under his breath, his eyes lit up, and then he looked sad. The broom that fell on the ground was pointed right at him. There were so many people who didn't choose, but Ye Chuan happened to choose him.
Fatty Zhao Dazhi felt like he had won a lottery, but when he touched the scar on his butt, he couldn't feel happy. Ye Chuan's broom has left a shadow in his heart.
"Fat man, you are so lucky. Congratulations."
Ye Chuan picked up the broom on the ground and pointed the broom towards the little fat man intentionally or unintentionally, "Come on, come on, let me spank you again, senior brother, so that you can remember a little longer. Of course, if you are scared, call me senior brother Forget it, I’ll choose another one.”
The little fat man Zhao Dazhi was overjoyed and was about to call him Senior Brother when two cold eyes came over him.
Looking at Zhu Sijia, whose face was covered with frost, the little fat Zhao Dazhi was trembling in his heart. He did not dare to flinch under her gaze. He gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to walk up. He pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist with a clang, "Little..., Boy, look at the sword!”
The fat boy Zhao Dazhi looked a little bloated, but his speed was not slow. Unfortunately, Ye Chuan sidestepped him. The little fat man thrust out his sword again, Ye Chuan dodged again, and the two of them competed in front of everyone.
The little fat man Zhao Dazhi tried his best, and the long sword in his hand whizzed with sword energy, but he still couldn't cut Ye Chuan, not even the corner of his clothes.
Is this the senior brother from the past who was too low-cultivated and had no face to show off to others? Is his realm really below the level of a warrior
People's eyes gradually became surprised.
Especially Zhu Sijia and Jinhua frowned at some point.
With their first-level cultivation as a monk, they could see that the flesh and bones of Ye Chuan, the senior brother, were shining brightly when he struck. This was a clear sign that he had tempered his muscles and veins and had broken through to the fourth level of a warrior.
For a monk, the fourth level of warrior is not worth mentioning, but when Ye Chuan came back from the God Burial Valley, he was only at the first level of warrior. When did he advance three levels in a row and break through to the fourth level of warrior? Could it be that he had some adventure outside the God Burial Valley
Zhu Sijia was confused and had a bad feeling. Fatty Zhao Dazhi would easily miss when he chased and attacked like this. Sure enough, after another attack failed, Fatty Zhao Dazhi was panting and his hands and feet suddenly slowed down, revealing his flaws.
"Fat man, watch out. Senior brother, I don't hit people with my broom, I only spank people's butts."
Ye Chuan smiled and secretly waved half of the Heaven-Eating Talisman in his body. After a round of fierce attacks by Fatty Zhao Dazhi, he finally fought back and took the shot with a leisurely sweep.
His movements were not fast, and he seemed to be slow and even warned him in advance, but the fat man just couldn't dodge. He had already made the evasive movements, but it was a pity that he was half a beat too slow. First, the long sword in his hand was swatted away by Ye Chuan, and then, there was a snap that stung his buttocks, and the fat all over his body trembled, making his legs weak.
The seventh level warrior versus the fourth level warrior. Fatty Zhao Dazhi was clearly three levels higher than Ye Chuan, but he lost miserably.
Compared with Ye Chuan, Fatty's level is much higher. However, his fighting experience is completely different and he can't keep up with Ye Chuan's rhythm. Even in terms of strength, he is still inferior to Ye Chuan.
The sky-swallowing talisman in Ye Chuan's body has not yet fully formed, but even so, it weighs two to three thousand kilograms in one sweep, which is more than enough to crush the fat man Zhao Dazhi!
"Oh, I still don't have enough strength. I didn't beat him to death with a sweep. Forget it, Fatty, senior brother, I'm in a good mood today, so just give me a spanking. I won't do it next time."
Ye Chuan smiled evilly and dropped the broom in his hand again. After a few clicks, the little fat Zhao Dazhi's buttocks exploded and he lay on the ground unable to struggle.
The broom in Ye Chuan's hand looked ordinary, but in fact it was a powerful weapon designed to break the body's protective power. The whip was slapped down, and the slap on the butt hurt in the heart. Even the demon guards around the founder of the Yunwu Sect, the Ghost Hand Medicine King, suffered a lot. How could the white, fat, pampered little fat guy resist
"Ye Chuan, I won't just let it go!" Zhu Sijia glared at Ye Chuan angrily, her teeth itching with hatred. When she was angry, her breasts became more bulging, making people worry whether her red robe would Stretched out.
By mobilizing troops early in the morning, Zhu Sijia thought she could humiliate Ye Chuan and teach him how to behave. Unexpectedly, he was defeated by Ye Chuan again, and his face was completely lost by Zhao Dazhi, a useless fat man.
"Welcome, Junior Sister Jiajia, Senior Brother, I welcome you at any time. The others will come back in five days, Junior Sister, it's okay for you, day or night."
Ye Chuan smiled and glanced at Zhu Sijia's towering breasts intentionally or unintentionally. There seemed to be a lot of meaning in his words. He leaned the broom against his body and clapped his hands.
"rogue!"
Zhu Sijia cursed secretly, turned and left angrily. In her eyes, Ye Chuan changed from an idiot senior brother to a rogue senior brother.
"Boy, don't be too happy too early, you will regret it."
Jinhua glared at Ye Chuan fiercely and quickly caught up with Zhu Sijia. The group of people went down the mountain as quickly as they came. Only the little fat Zhao Dazhi was left lying on the ground. When he saw Ye Chuan looking over, he quickly reached out to cover his buttocks and looked at Ye Chuan pitifully, like a helpless little girl who had just been raped.
"Take the white elixir orally, crush the red elixir and smear it on the wound. Let's go. Next time, remember better and don't always follow others to make noises. Be careful of your butt. Alas, you junior brothers and sisters are so careless, senior brother, I have it too Responsibility was not taught well before. If this continues, senior brother and I will not have the shame to see the head master in the future, it will be too stressful." Ye Chuan sighed, with a look of shame on his face, and threw a bottle of pills in front of the fat man.
"Thank you, thank you, senior brother!"
The little fat man struggled to get up and limped away with the elixir, fearing that Ye Chuan would change his mind if he walked slower.