"Yes, young patriarch, I think this kid is a bit evil, I can't promise him"

"Shut up! You don't need to worry about what Young Master Ben decides!" said the dark-skinned young man dissatisfiedly.

"Hehehe, not bad, yes, worthy of being the young patriarch of the Xizhou Yu family, he is true to his word! It's a man, Bai Yi deeply admires! Then the rules are set by me!" Bai Yi smiled and said: "We have two wins in three games, either side wins two games, then the third game does not need to be compared, and the losing side automatically admits defeat!" What do you think?"

"Okay! I promise you!" said the dark-skinned young man arrogantly, as if he didn't take the white clothes in his eyes at all.

"Don't be busy, don't be busy!Hehehe, let's have these three competitions, fenwen, martial arts competitions, look at the three of you, there are a lot of us, it's not good to fight, we are about the same age, it's okay to have a fight, look at your two old guys, the old ones don't even dare to show their faces, probably because they are afraid of showing them and scaring people to death, if you start fighting, there is no public morality, such an old person, and let people do it, that is not to tire people out, and it is not good for your reputation to spread it, saying that you don't respect the old man....." The white-clothed man was about to speak, but was interrupted by the dark-skinned young man.

"Shut up! I know now, why is that girl so able to nag, her feelings have her master, she must have her servant, she learned from you?!! Where is so much nonsense, quickly draw it down!" The dark-skinned young man interrupted Baiyi's words with a black line on his face.

"Alas, okay, that's it!" Bai Yi said with a smile: "The first game, Wenbi, the three of you can go together, if you answer correctly, you win!"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown!" Bai Yi suddenly chanted a poem in a loud voice, and smiled at the other party: "What kind of state of mind does this poem describe the poet?"

"Ahh

"Uh, who understands you two?" the dark-skinned young man was stunned and turned to look at the two gray-clothed men.

"This....young patriarch, you are familiar with poetry, and your subordinates don't understand this!" said a man in gray.

"Yes, yes, the young patriarch is highly educated, and he is only eight buckets, you must understand!" said another gray-clothed man hurriedly.

"And, do you need to say, of course I understand, I'm asking you if you understand?" the young man seemed to be very praised by his subordinates, and his dark face seemed to have a touch of red.

"I....we don't understand!" the two men in gray looked at each other and said in unison.

"Uh! I'll go!Okay, we'll admit defeat in this game!" the dark-skinned boy suddenly said to Bai Yi.

"Oh, admit defeat, hehehe, you all admit defeat so simply! Okay, then let's have a second ......" Bai Yi said with a smile.

"Wait, I want you to answer your question just now, if you don't understand, aren't we deceived by you?" said the dark-skinned young man suddenly.

"Hehehe, of course I know, otherwise how would I use this as the content of the competition!" Bai Yican said with a smile.

"Okay, then you can explain to us the author's state of mind!" said the dark-skinned boy.

"Uh! Okay!" Bai was stunned for a moment, and then said the author's state of mind: "This poem is written about the author's complicated mood at that time!"

"What complicated feelings? You can make it clear!" said the dark-skinned young man Ling Ran.

"Uh....The author met a girl named Mingyue, Mingyue liked the author, and took off her clothes in front of the bed, and her skin was as white as the frost and snow on the ground, but the author had a wife room at home, and they loved each other very much, so the author looked up at Mingyue girl, looked down and remembered the wife room at home, and always hesitated to accept Mingyue as a concubine, don't accept it, I'm afraid I'm sorry Mingyue, take it, and I'm afraid that my wife at home will be angry. So this poem writes the author's contradictory psychology at that time, which can be described as three points to the bone, and it is portrayed very, very well!" explained Bai Yi's face was not red and his heart was not beating.

"Oh, I see!"

"Well, I also understand, it's true that the author is in a complicated mood!"

"Why do I feel like something is wrong there?"

"I also feel a little wrong, I seem to have heard the old patriarch read this poem before!"

"Ah? No, does the old patriarch also have an affair and want to take a concubine? That lady can't spare the old patriarch!"

"Uh-huh! You must not say anything when you go back, as if you don't know anything!"

"Uh-huh!"

The Two-Lives Gray Man muttered in a low voice.

"Alright, you've won! Second game!" said the dark-skinned boy.

"The second game...."Bai Yi paused and said: "It's up to me to compare with you, the rules are not limited, until one side falls to the ground, whoever falls to the ground first will lose!"

"Hmph! good!" After the dark-skinned young man finished speaking, he suddenly took a big step forward, and sneered: "I like this, I like to trample people under my feet the most! Don't say that Young Master Ben I bully you, sign up!"

"Bai Yi! White Emperor City, Young City Lord Bai Yi, Early Jindan Period!" Bai Yi said lightly.

"Oh, the young patriarch of the Xizhou Yu family, Yu Mo Dye!, the late stage of Jindan!" The dark-skinned young man Yu Mo Ran said proudly.

"Please!"

"Please!"

According to the etiquette of Dongxuan's martial arts competition, the two saluted each other, and then confronted each other.

"Come on, I'll let you make three moves, don't say that I bullied you, my cultivation is higher than you!"

"Hehehe, but it's disrespectful, you be careful!" Bai Yi said with a light smile.

As soon as the words fell, the white clothes suddenly disappeared, and when they reappeared, they had already reached the back of the jade ink dye, and the right hand was pressed towards the jade ink dye's vest violently, and it was separated by a touch, but it did not use the slightest bit of strength, and then disappeared again, and so on, the white clothes pressed a palm on the back of the jade ink dye and the left and right ribs respectively in the blink of an eye, and the body returned to the original place like a ghost, as if it had never moved.

"Shhh

"Oh!"

"Ahh

"Young Patriarch"

"Hell See"

A few people outside the stadium couldn't help but exclaim!

White-clothed, standing lazily, looked at Yu Mo Ran with a smile and said, "Are you still fighting?"

"You?!" Yumoran's heart rolled and jumped like a monstrous wave, "What kind of body is this grandma? How can it be so fast?"

"Hmph, are you just a very fast body? What's the big deal?" "Yu Mo Ran didn't admit defeat, and slapped his palm at Bai Yi, and shouted in his mouth, "Yulu two meet!" When he made a move, he used the first form of the Jade Family's peerless "Jade Cicada Exercises", and a huge force in one palm slammed into Bai Yi's chest, but the other palm swayed slightly, and a silent dark energy suddenly appeared behind Bai Yi, rushing towards Bai Yi's body against the huge force surging in front.