In the evening, Ye Chuan and his party finally arrived at Yingzui Cliff leisurely. The people from Xuanding Sect and Wudun Sect had already arrived.
Regardless of the Xuanding Sect or the Wudun Sect, the camp was a large area. In addition to the seven elite disciples who went out to fight, there were a large number of guards and servants, and even the leader came in person. It was a lively and solemn scene. Compared with these two sects, Yunwu Sect is too simple and too shabby. There are only eight people in total, which is not enough for others.
"Give way, give way..."
Several burly men suddenly shouted loudly and walked straight towards Ye Chuan and his party carrying a heavy bronze tripod. Everyone has a small cauldron embroidered on his sleeves. It seems that he should be a disciple of the Xuanding Sect. The temples are bulging high, and the power fluctuations in the body are strong and powerful. They are all strong and elite disciples.
This bronze tripod was also extraordinary. It was green in color and looked like a huge piece of sapphire. It was very difficult for eight strong men to carry it. It seems to be heavier than the bronze tripod of the old monster with arms, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms.
Ye Chuan winked and led the group to step aside to make way.
Yingzui Cliff is very high, and the lower half of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round. The wind is so strong on the top of the mountain that thin people will be blown up by the strong wind if they don't pay attention. The mountain road was narrow, making it difficult for two people to walk side by side. Next to it was an unfathomable mountain stream. If they were hit and fell, they would definitely not be able to find a single bone.
"Give way, please give way..."
The strong man in the lead shouted loudly, and the moment they passed each other, he suddenly staggered and lost his balance, and bumped into Ye Chuan. This guy's body was as strong as a wild bull. His ribs would be broken if he hit him, and he would even fall off the cliff next to him.
Fatty, Zhu Sijia and others screamed in surprise, but the strong man who bumped into them sneered. I bet this was not accidental, but deliberate, to give Ye Chuan a blow as soon as they met.
Colliding into each other at such a close distance was a real collision and there was no room for any tricks. Ye Chuan, the great disciple of the Yunwu Sect, has not even broken through to the monk realm yet. Who knows? Wouldn't it be easy to knock him away
Aesop was standing next to Ye Chuan, and suddenly his eyes lit up. His right hand moved subconsciously, hesitating whether to secretly help this strong man from the Xuanding Sect and kill someone with a borrowed knife.
"Brother, be careful!"
Ye Chuan had good eyesight and quick hands, and held the strong man's shoulders. He turned his head to glance at Aesop beside him intentionally or unintentionally, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which seemed to be a smile.
The leader was as thick as a calf, but when his head was only a thin piece of paper away from Ye Chuan's chest, his shoulders were supported by Ye Chuan's big hands, and his head could no longer move forward. Immediately afterwards, Ye Chuan pressed lightly with his backhand, and a majestic force suddenly came. The strong man at the head bent over and knelt involuntarily, causing the other seven strong men to lose their balance and carry the heavy weight on their shoulders. The bronze cauldron then slid down and rolled down the unfathomable cliff beside it, wiping the scalp of the strong man in charge.
On the Eagle Beak Cliff, everyone looked up with nervous expressions on their faces, including several strong men. Especially the strong man at the head, big drops of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was in shock. Just now, we were just a little bit away from falling down together with the bronze tripod!
Fatty, Zhu Sijia and others breathed a sigh of relief, but the light in Aesop's eyes dimmed. He glanced at Ye Chuan and snorted secretly.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Ye Chuan looked innocent and frightened, and took a few deep breaths, "Fortunately, I'm fine. I was so scared that I almost fell to the bottom of the cliff."
"You..., it's you..."
The strong man at the head glared at Ye Chuan. No matter how slow he reacted, he realized that it was Ye Chuan who moved his hands and feet on purpose, but his calves were still trembling. Even if he knew what was going on, he would not dare. Take action. Just now, the power coming from Ye Chuan's hand was unimaginable. If he pushed him easily, he would fall to the bottom of the cliff and die unjustly.
"What, you want to find the bronze cauldron at the bottom of the cliff? Do you want me to help you? You're welcome, if you need anything, just ask." Ye Chuan smiled, smiling harmlessly, and the leader Zhuang Han was shocked and started to sweat again. Not daring to say anything more, he led several other Xuanding Sect disciples away dejectedly, with an ugly look on his face. Not far away, Hong Lie, the top disciple of Xuanding Sect, standing in the crowd, looked even more ugly than anyone else.
The bronze tripod that fell off the cliff is a treasure guarding the mountain gate and a symbol of the Xuanding Gate. This time, it was finally transported from Xuanding Sect, and it was necessary to stand in front of the camp to show off the strength of Xuanding Sect. Seeing Ye Chuan and his entourage, Hong Lie made an impromptu decision and, as the sect's top disciple, secretly ordered a few disciples carrying the bronze tripod to tease Ye Chuan and make him look embarrassed in front of the three sects of disciples. Unexpectedly, Ye Chuan couldn't trick him in the end, but even lost the bronze cauldron.
The strong men knew they were in trouble and hid as far away as possible. Hong Lie also had a big head. He lost his wife and lost his army, and his face was ashen.
"Master Hong, we meet again. You are well."
Ye Chuan walked directly towards Hong Lie, smiling like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time. He looked around and then said, "By the way, where is my wife, Xiaoniao, why is there no one there?"
The first half of Ye Chuan's sentence was very good, but the second half made people vomit blood.
Hong Lie's face turned red with anger and he gritted his teeth as he watched Ye Chuan. Everyone in the Xuanding Sect knows that he secretly likes Tuoba Xiaoniao, and the sect leader Tuoba Xiong also intends to marry the rich girl Tuoba Xiaoniao to him. Ye Chuan shouted in public like this, how could anyone step down
In a brand new tent, the tall and delicate Tuoba Bird opened the curtain and walked out. He happened to hear Ye Chuan's words, stamped his feet, and quickly shrank in, too embarrassed to come out. Although she was gnashing her teeth towards Ye Chuan, she was also full of complaints and resentment towards her father, Tuoba Xiong. At the beginning, it was not good to humiliate the Yunwu Sect. She had to find a big bird to pretend to be her. Well now, I really shot myself in the foot!
"Boy, I want to duel with you!" Hong Lie's eyes were red, and he pulled out the long sword on his back with a murderous intent.
The more people gathered around him, the more he lost his composure and humiliated himself instead of humiliating others. This time, he had already made up his mind to kill Ye Chuan in the competition, but now, he couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't wait any longer.
"You? You are not my opponent. If you want to duel with me, you must first defeat me, my junior brothers and sisters, on the stage of life and death. Please give in. We have to set up camp first and entertain the little bird lady in the evening."
Hong Lie was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but Ye Chuan looked disapproving at all, and with a smile, he led Fatty and others to the side to set up camp. Behind him, Hong Lie's eyesight went dark, and his face was twisted with anger. He wanted to rush up and strike Ye Chuan in the back with a sword, but was stopped by a Xuanding Sect elder with a wink, and had to hold back.
On the stage of life and death, the disciples of the three sects can fight with all their strength, regardless of life or death, but private fighting is strictly prohibited in the audience. This is the rule of every competition.
"Boy, I will definitely kill you tomorrow!" Hong Lie's chest dropped sharply, forcing himself to hold back the evil anger in his heart.
"I'll stay with you until the end, but you can't kill me. You don't have the ability yet."
Ye Chuan turned around, glanced at Hong Lie indifferently, and continued to set up camp, not taking the latter seriously at all. Although his cultivation level is not very good, he still pretends to be a peerless master with no knowledge like Hong Lie, which makes people shake their heads and point.
If you don't have strength, you have to keep a low profile. Ye Chuan doesn't do that. Instead, he keeps a high profile. He doesn't use any pot to stimulate Hong Lie, who is also the disciple of the sect, without giving the latter any face. Is he confident and has some trump cards, or is he really stupid
People are confused and a little confused.
Hong Lie was even more angry, his eyes were as red as a monster about to go crazy.
Tomorrow's competition looks like it will go on to the death!
People were bright-eyed, Zhu Sijia, Fatty Zhao Dazhi and others were worried, but Aesop had cold eyes, looking at an outer disciple who was busy scalding wine not far away, a sinister smile appeared on his face.