The day of the jousting will come soon.

On this day, Lin Chen said that he would come to pick up Ah Bing, but Ah Bing refused, saying that he would go over when the time came.

This competition has little impact in the circle of ordinary people, but it is of great significance in the Zhonghai martial arts circle.

On the one hand, it is because the two Ye Lin families have accumulated grievances for many years, and every time they compete, they have to draw out a lot of old hatreds and old hatreds, which makes people talk about it.

On the other hand, many people regard this competition as an opportunity to determine the strongest martial artists of the younger generation of Zhonghai.

Although Ye Wentian and Lin Chen are very strong, in the martial arts circle, there is still an age group in front of whether they are strong or not, and if the two of them fight, they have to be classified into the middle-aged group......

At half past eleven in the morning, the disciples of the martial arts halls of Zhonghai and the mysterious old men in the park gathered at the scene early.

The underground gambling house opened a handicap for this competition, and there were bosses on the scene who threw millions, just to bet on who is the real No. 1 in Zhonghai.

After a while, the Ye family was in the spotlight and took the lead in coming to the venue.

"Ye Yang! He actually came back early! ”

Someone in the crowd immediately recognized Ye Yang who was walking next to Ye Wentian, and immediately provoked a burst of exclamations.

Today's Ye Yang is full of spirits, and he follows his father half a step behind, showing his genius appearance.

Someone smiled and leaned up to him and asked:

"Ye Yang, why were you the first in Zhonghai?"

Ye Yang laughed, full of pride: "Today, just today!" ”

His words were so contagious that the people around him were impressed by his self-confidence and praised him.

Ye Ling'er beside him only felt a light on his face, and he used to proudly hold his brother's hand:

"Brother, you are the most powerful, you must beat the people of the Lin family down today!"

Ye Yang also doted on his sister, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, in less than half an hour today, the people of the Lin family will definitely kneel and beg for mercy!" ”

"After the fight is over, my brother will take you to a dance party."

Ye Ling'er cheered: "Brother is the best for me!" ”

The two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere in front of them suddenly became quiet.

Ye Yang raised his eyes and saw that it was someone from the Lin family, who happened to come from another passage.

Compared with the Ye family, the demeanor of the Lin Clan's martial arts hall is much bleaker.

In addition to the leading Lin Chen, who gave people a feeling of being as stable as Mount Tai, the disciples behind him could only be described as crooked melons and cracked dates.

Ye Wentian smiled and stepped forward to greet Lin Chen:

"Pavilion Master Lin, long time no see!"

Lin Chen remained polite on the surface: "Brother Ye, don't come unharmed!" ”

And Ye Wentian looked behind him, and suddenly said with a strange yin and yang aura:

"Why are you here alone, the disciple of the Lin Clan's Martial Arts Hall?"

Hearing this, the apprentice behind him couldn't help but say angrily: "Old thief Ye, you treat us as air, right?!" ”

Ip Man snorted coldly:

"Martial artists below the sixth order can't be counted as people."

"You're ......!"

The disciples behind were indignant, but because of the strength of Ye Wentian's third-order martial master, they could only dare to be angry and dare not speak.

Martial arts is divided into many thresholds, among which the formation of a cyclone to become a martial artist is the first pass.

After becoming a martial artist, the first six orders are relatively easy to practice, but the last three orders are as difficult as reaching the sky, and as they get older, the difficulty of cultivation will become more and more difficult, and even many people with mediocre qualifications reach the later stage, and the speed of cultivation cannot catch up with the speed of physical aging.

As for the realms of martial artists and martial spirits above martial artists, the difficulty of cultivation between each level has increased exponentially.

There may not be much difference between a third-order martial artist and a fourth-order martial artist, but between a third-order martial artist and a fourth-order martial artist, it is like a moat.

Lin Chen, who was ridiculed, had anger on his face, his eyes swept away, and fell on Ye Ling'er:

"Yo, the eldest lady is here today."

"I haven't seen you for two years, the pearl of the Ye Pavilion Master's palm, you should be practicing a cyclone, right?"

In a word, Ye Ling'er was a little embarrassed.

Although she has been practicing martial arts with her father since she was a child, she fishes for three days and dries her nets for two days, and she is not even a martial artist today.

"Stinky beep, what are you talking about!"

"Later, my brother will beat you up!" She immediately stared at Lin Chen fiercely.

As soon as she said this, Lin Chen noticed that Ye Yang had returned, and his face suddenly turned pale.

In terms of the younger generation, Ye Yang is indeed too much stronger than those uncompetitive apprentices in his family's martial arts hall.

And Ye Yang also seized the opportunity to speak:

"Pavilion Master Lin, I don't think your apprentices are very good, why don't I fight you today?"

The people around laughed when they heard this, and Lin Chen's face was even pale.

This Ye Yang is clearly humiliating him!

He is a generation higher than him, no matter what his strength is, whether he wins or loses, as long as he stands in the ring, it is a joke to bully the small.

Ye Wentian laughed beside him:

"What's the matter, Pavilion Master Lin doesn't even dare to accept my son's challenge?"

"I haven't seen you make a move for several years, is it so degraded that even the juniors can't beat it?"

Lin Chen's face was even more ugly, which clearly forced him into a corner.

His lips moved, and he was about to speak.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind:

"Pavilion Master Lin, I'm sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road, I'm late."

Everyone in the audience was shocked and turned their heads away.

A soldier, who was wearing a black secret security uniform, was slowly entering the arena under the arch guard of Qinglong and Zhang Biao.