The temporarily designated competition venue is not large, only about half a basketball court.
Ye Hong and the Shajiao monk named Ticha were already standing in the venue.
On the edge of the field, the disciples of the Neijiao Pavilion and the monks of the Shajiao were standing on both sides.
Most of the disciples in the Neijiao Pavilion had relaxed faces and natural expressions, as if they were really watching a friendship competition.
As for the Shajiao monks, their eyes were strangely focused on Ye Hong.
"Ding! Trigger the master-level anti-snooping ability and automatically interfere with the target's spying."
Feeling these strange looks, Ye Hong glanced at the Shajiao monks without any trace, thinking deeply in his heart.
Su Cen seemed to be in high spirits and actually stepped off the field to act as the referee.
"Then I hereby declare
The friendship discussion has officially begun! "
After Su Cen gave the order, Ticha on the opposite side did not attack immediately.
Instead, he sneered and challenged Ye Hong in broken Yanguo dialect: "There was once a man from Yanguo who challenged me.
Those who were beaten by me knelt down and begged for mercy.
Like a dog, begging me to spare him. "
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The last Yanguo man had his hands and feet broken by me.
Like trash, throw it out the door. "
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around.
The disciples of the inner teaching pavilion who were still smiling all stopped smiling, and their eyes began to glow with anger when they looked at Ticha.
The atmosphere between the two sides suddenly became tit for tat.
Songpagra still had a gentle smile on her face, as if she didn't hear what Ticha said.
Su Cen glanced at Song Pagla, closed his eyes silently, and said nothing.
Because the bosses on both sides didn't move, the people below just stared at each other and made no further moves.
Ye Hong narrowed his eyes slightly and felt no disturbance in his heart.
He knew that this was a routine used by ancient warriors from the Shawar Kingdom before fighting.
First use words to irritate the opponent, thereby making the opponent uneasy and make mistakes during the battle.
So despite Ticha's gibbering, Ye Hong only said a few words.
"I didn't expect the people of Shawar to talk so much nonsense."
"Hey!" Ticha immediately shouted angrily: "I'm going to let you understand that our Shavaguwu is the best in Eastern Continent!"
As he spoke, he was already punching Ye Hong in the face.
A punch was thrown out, and a sharp roar suddenly sounded in the air, like a cannonball flying in the air.
This momentum immediately made the disciples of the Neijiao Pavilion dare not underestimate each other anymore.
What kind of friendship discussion is this? This Ticha is serious!
"Junior Brother Gu, be careful!"
Among the five major courtyards of the Neijiao Pavilion, only the people in the Lanshe courtyard wanted Ye Hong to be embarrassed. The other disciples still stood by his side and warned him one after another.
Although this punch was as fast as thunder in the eyes of outsiders, in Ye Hong's eyes it was softer than marshmallows.
I even felt sleepy inside.
Any person in the Night Blade could easily deal with this Ticha.
Just to avoid arousing suspicion, Ye Hong could only play with Ticha patiently.
Trying to look serious, Ye Hong started his performance.
Bagua Quan, Xingyi Quan, and Tai Chi came to the fore in turn.
For a while, there was a back-and-forth fight with Ticha.
Bang bang bang bang, loud and powerful.
The people on the sidelines were all excited and cheering.
But Ye Hong felt more and more bored, as if he was playing house with a kindergarten kid.
When he felt that it was about the same, he used a clever move at will to throw Ticha out of the competition venue.
According to the rules, whoever leaves the field first loses.
"Master Ticha, I accept the offer."
Ye Hong cupped his hands with a smile.
"snort!"
Ticha didn't say anything, snorted coldly and returned to the team of monks.
At the Neijiao Pavilion, enthusiastic cheers suddenly broke out.
"Junior Brother Gu, well done!"
"Hey, someone's face was swollen."
The disciples here cheered loudly, but those in Lansheyuan felt even worse than eating shit.
"Little guy, not bad!"
Su Cen patted Ye Hong's shoulder hard, gave Jin Li a thumbs up and said, "Jin Zhangyuan really has good taste!"
"The elder praised me, it's Junior Brother Gu who is so good, Jin doesn't dare to take credit."
Jinli felt aggrieved, as if his face was swollen but he had to force a smile.
The nerves on his face seemed to be twitching.
The fists in the sleeves were clenched tightly and trembling.
"Senior sister, I told you a long time ago, don't worry about that guy."
Mo Lanye didn't seem to hear Fa Qiqi's muttering, but looked at Ye Hong thoughtfully.
The temperature in the purple eyes gradually dropped.
"Hahahahaha, Yan Kingdom's ancient martial arts are indeed profound and proficient. Our Shawar Kingdom is willing to be defeated."
Sompagra didn't have any negative emotions at all because of losing the competition, and still kept a smile on his face.
"No, Master Ticha is also very powerful."
Su Cen and Sompa Gela had some more conversation before leading someone to send them down the mountain.
At night, a temporary camp at the foot of the mountain.
In a certain tent, Sumpagra and Ticha were sitting on a futon facing each other.
"Ticha, have you gained anything?" Sompagla asked.
At this time, he had long lost the gentle smile he had during the day.
A gloomy aura enveloped his face.
"Reporting to Azan, the young man named Gu Kang has a complicated routine, and it seems that he is not using the ancient martial arts of the Seven Poisons Sect.
and"
Seeing Ticha's hesitation, Sompagra immediately said coldly: "And what?"
"And I feel that Gu Kang did not give his full strength."
After listening to Ticha's words, Sumpagra was silent for a long time.
Then he said coldly: "That Su Cen is also an old fox. Perhaps he deliberately sent such a disciple to cover up others' eyes and prevent us from spying on the ancient martial arts of the Seven Poison Sect.
However, this also proves that Yanguo's ancient martial arts is indeed more sophisticated than our Shawar ancient martial arts.
at the same time"
Songpagra opened her mouth wide, like the door of hell wide open, and let out a cold and evil laugh:
"This is also the main reason why we came to Yan Country this time!"
"Ticha, how are the preparations going?"
"Senior brothers have memorized the terrain of the Ninth Mountain and analyzed the ingredients of the poison-avoiding pill. They are ready to take action at any time."
"Very good, let's start taking action in three days!"
Since the martial arts competition with Ticha, Ye Hong could feel that his reputation in the inner teaching pavilion had increased rapidly.
In addition to the Lanshe Academy, fellow apprentices from other academies would often come to the Black Toad Academy to exchange knowledge on poison refining or ancient martial arts with him.
It's just that his relationship with these senior brothers has warmed up, but his relationship with Mo Lanye has fallen into a freezing point for some reason.
To be precise, Mo Lanye didn't seem to like him very much since that day.
Even though they live in the same courtyard, the two of them don't meet more than once a day.
And just when Ye Hong was feeling a little depressed, it was the third night since that competition.
One after another, figures quietly sneaked into the Ninth Mountain from the foot of the Ninth Mountain.
(End of chapter)