The guests all stopped talking and turned their eyes to Zhong Yewu, and anyone could tell that the mustache was deliberately finding fault.

The strong dragon did not suppress the head snake, and although Zhong Yewu was angry, he was not carried away.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the mustache, and said in a deep voice, "You are a bit of a strong word when you say that, right?" I'm still asking the price, is it your turn? ”

Zhao Lin walked to Zhong Yewu's side, and Xiang Bao and Li Liang also followed.

"What's going on?"

Xiang Bao asked in a low voice, he was standing far away just now, and he didn't understand what was going on.

"Xu recognized that we were from Dayue and wanted to provoke."

Zhao Lin said calmly.

At this time, the five disciples of the Lotus Sect also came over, and the two sides faintly formed a confrontation situation.

The mustache had already seen that three of Zhong Yewu's four were in the early stage of the Blood Realm, and only Zhao Lin was the first in the Blood Realm.

His side has the upper hand in terms of both numbers and cultivation, and he is full of confidence, so he said disapprovingly: "You asked for a long time, but you didn't say you wanted to buy it, and you didn't ask the price, who knows if you are talking nonsense." ”

Xiang Bao was short-tempered, he was angry when he heard it, and he was about to have a seizure, Zhao Lin patted him on the shoulder, signaled him not to be impulsive, took a step forward by himself, and said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all here for the first time, and I heard that Xiuzhao is the same as Dayue in the Central Plains, and it is also a state of etiquette."

"I didn't expect that it would be better to be famous when we met, and I didn't even understand the truth that a gentleman doesn't take advantage of others."

After saying that, he shook his head in disappointment.

The mustache was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he froze in place for a while.

At this time, a person behind him sneered: "We are martial artists, how many rules." You want to buy it, okay! Do you ask the store to sell it to you? ”

When the mustache heard this, he immediately came to his senses, pointed at the guy and said, "You say, sell it to whom?" ”

"Ah......h

The guy is just an ordinary person, and he can't afford to offend both sides, how dare he answer this fateful question, and stumbled: "This...... I don't know if it's small. ”

The mustache said proudly: "How is it?" The store didn't say it would sell it to you. ”

"It's useless to say more, since they are all martial artists, let's follow the rules of martial artists, push your hands!"

Several Lotus Sect disciples also followed: "Yes, push hands! Whoever wins goes to whom. ”

"Do you dare?"

Zhong Yewu was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to make this request.

Pushing hands is a way for martial artists to learn from each other.

The rules are very simple, the two sides stand face to face, and at the same time launch a palm, whoever moves counts who loses.

If both of them move, then it depends on who has the least number of steps back.

There is only one limit, the strength is contained without vomiting, so as to prevent hurting the other party or others.

This way of fighting is relatively elegant, so it is also called Wendou.

"Okay, better than that!"

Zhong Yewu could see that the mustache was heavy in the blood realm, but he cultivated Jin Zhongjin and was good at strength, so he didn't hesitate at all, so he agreed to come down.

"If I win, the sword will be mine."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

The mustache thought he had a plan, and laughed.

When everyone present heard this, they all became interested and gathered around, and a vacant space was set aside in the middle for the two to compete.

Zhong Yewu strode to the middle of the field and said to the mustache: "Give a name." ”

The mustache said proudly: "Lotus Sect, Huang Ze." ”

Zhong Yewu Yan also said simply: "Xingyun Sect, Zhong Yewu." ”

The two stood opposite each other, posing in an open position, and the mustache raised his hand and pointed at the guy just now and said, "You, come here and shout count." ”

The guy was quietly moving outward, but he didn't expect to dodge, so he had to walk back with a bitter face, pinched his thigh hard, and shouted, "One, two, three!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Yewu and the mustache launched a palm at the same time.

The two palms touched, Zhong Yewu's body shook, and he didn't move half a step under his feet.

The mustache leaned back, did not stand firmly, and stepped out with one foot.

"Take!"

Zhong Yewu smiled slightly, turned around and looked at Zhao Lin and the others.

The mustache's face changed greatly, he thought that his cultivation was one level higher, and he would win this battle, but he didn't expect Zhong Yewu to not only be as powerful as an ox, but also his strength was metal, just to restrain his true qi.

The moment the palms touched, the opponent's strength rushed into the body like a spear, only to feel the stinging pain in the palms and the numbness in both arms.

Zhong Yewu put away his smile and stretched out his hand to the guy and said, "Bring the sword!" ”

"Wait!"

The mustache couldn't hold it on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't use all my strength just now, let's compare again." ”

Zhong Yewu's face sank, and he glanced at him, "What did you say before?" ”

The mustache quibbled: "It's yours to lose, but I didn't say a few times, we won two out of three games." ”

Zhao Lin shook his head secretly, pushing hands is different from punches and kicks, what is compared is strength, if you lose once, you can't win no matter how much you compare.

Zhong Yewu naturally understood this truth, and sighed deliberately, "Okay, then I'll fight until you're convinced." ”

The two sides regained their feet and competed again.

As a result, Zhong Yewu still won, and he won even more simply, directly beating his mustache and almost falling.

The disciples of the Lotus Sect who watched the battle felt that they had lost face, and their faces became ugly, but none of them dared to come forward.

Although there are also those with a heavy blood realm among them, they are not as powerful as the mustache, and they know that they are not Zhong Yewu's opponents.

Xiang Bao was relieved, and couldn't help but sneer: "Do you want to compare again?" Why don't you win three out of five games? ”

Hearing this, some people in the crowd of onlookers laughed out loud.

The mustache was so angry that he smoked, and his face was blue and white for a while.

Zhong Yewu laughed, and still said to the guy: "Bring the sword!" ”

Where do you dare to move, you don't know what to do.

"Wait!"

In the crowd stepped out a young man with ape arms and a bee's waist, with sharp eyes, a thin nose and thin lips, and three emerald green bamboos embroidered under the collar on his left shoulder.

"Senior Brother Taiqing!"

Everyone in the Lotus Sect was in good spirits and spoke out excitedly.

The young man named Taiqing slowly walked in front of Zhong Yewu and arched his hand: "I, Li Taiqing, am glad to meet!" ”

The gestures are full of qi and blood, revealing the double cultivation of the blood realm.

Zhao Lin's heart moved, Xiuzhao has two major sects, one is the Lotus Sect, and the other is the Qingzhu Sect.

This young man named Li Taiqing has three green bamboos embroidered on his chest, presumably a member of the Qingzhu Sect, and he is also a member of the Xiuzhao Sect, so it is no wonder that he stands out for the Lotus Sect.

Zhong Yewu saw the other party's cultivation, and he couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart.

It's easy to say that the realm is one weight behind, but it's more difficult to be two times worse, and the other party's expression is calm, obviously prepared.

"Isn't it okay to play wheel wars? Besides, does this matter have anything to do with you? ”

Li Taiqing smiled slightly, "Da Yue's friends came from afar, just to learn martial arts, why don't you do it?" In this way, whether you win or lose, the sword will be yours! ”

Zhao Lin frowned slightly, thinking that what this person said on the surface was high-sounding, but in fact, he was scheming.

If Zhong Yewu should not fight, he will be timid, but if he loses, is he embarrassed to take away the sword of Zimu?

(End of chapter)