After all the guests were seated, Shi Nanhuai, the president of Wuzhao Academy, sat in the center of the martial arts arena, first saluted the seven kings Zhou Xin, the imperial grandson Zhou Cheng and the prince of Northern Liao, said a few words, and then announced the rules of the competition:

After each match, the winner can continue the competition, or temporarily withdraw and choose to play later, while the loser will not be able to play again. Once all five players on one side are defeated, the other side wins.

After saying the rules, Shi Nanhuai looked at the Seven Kings.

The Seven Kings nodded slightly, then got up, and immediately a disciple of the Wuzhao Academy handed him a gong hammer wrapped in a red cloth.

After receiving the hammer, the Seven Kings slowly stepped forward and struck the golden gong that represented the beginning of the competition.

As soon as the golden gong sounded, everyone talked about it, and the arrangement of troops on both sides became the focus.

"How many appearances do you think Xiao Yi will be?" Yang Yiyi asked Ye Fei.

Before Ye Fei could speak, Xiao Yihe suddenly turned around and smiled helplessly: "Miss Yang, you can ask directly." ”

Yang Yiyi looked embarrassed, and then lowered her head.

"Young Master Xiao," Ye Fei smiled, "Then tell me, how many times do you appear?"

Xiao Yi stopped talking and whispered, "Guess." ”

At this moment, the man sitting next to Xiao Yihe turned around and exclaimed at Yang Yiyi: "Sister Yiyi! No wonder I woke up today and felt happy, it turned out that I was going to meet you." ”

Yang Yiyi's face turned gloomy, and she turned her head to the side, as if she was unwilling to deal with this person.

Then, the man's gaze moved to Ye Fei beside Yang Yiyi, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Ye Fei looked at the left and right sides before he could confirm that the man was talking to him, so he said: "In Xia Zhang San, he has always been nameless, and the son naturally can't recognize him. ”

Xiao Yihe narrowed his eyes and showed a playful smile.

"My father and Yang Shibo have known each other for many years, and I have not been running to the Divine Sword Pavilion since I was a child, not to mention Yang Shibo's apprentices, even if it is the mothers who work in the room, I can call out their names. ”

Hearing this, Ye Fei suddenly realized that he was Yang Yiyi's childhood sweetheart.

"Zhang San, don't pay attention to this person. Yang Yiyi said to Ye Fei.

"Sister Yiyi, although you have always ignored me, this will not weaken my heart for you. ”

"Peng San, you take the lead!" Suddenly, the head of the Wuzhao Academy shouted at the man.

This man is Peng Zilin, the third son of Peng Zilin, who was called the head of the three evil youths back then.

"Master, you're not mistaken, with my strength, shouldn't I be the last to appear on the stage?" Under huge pressure, I finally lived up to expectations, and successively picked off the five major disciples of Honglu Temple, shocked the four, and became famous in one battle?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the dean let you be the first to appear, it is to recognize your strength and want you to win a good start for us. Not far away, a sect leader shouted at him.

Scratching his head, Peng Sangongzi reluctantly stepped forward. Suddenly, he turned around and said to Yang Yiyi: "Sister Yiyi, please look forward to my performance." ”

Yang Yiyi held her forehead and lowered her head with a look of disgust.

After Peng Sangongzi walked out of the martial arts arena, Ye Fei asked in a low voice, "You don't seem to like him very much?"

"Because he used to hate it. ”

"Oh?" Ye Fei's eyes lit up, "Let's hear it." ”

Yang Yiyi shook her head again and again, "It's a long story. ”

"That's fine, the competition has just begun. ”

"Didn't we come to see the martial arts?"

Ye Fei looked at the martial arts arena, and at this time, the disciples sent by Northern Liao had also arrived at the martial arts arena, and they and Peng Sangongzi hugged each other's fists and saluted.

"If there is no suspense in the contest, there is no need to watch it. Ye Fei explained.

Yang Yiyi was surprised, and then asked: "There is no suspense?

"The guy you hate. ”

Yang Yiyi smiled, although she hated Peng Sangongzi, but Peng Sangongzi represented Yunguo at this time, so she still hoped that Peng Sangongzi could win.

"But he seems to like you a little. Ye Fei said again.

Yang Yiyi blushed suddenly, and she didn't know why, she suddenly felt shy.

"When I was a child, when I was practicing, he always came to disturb me, and I cried every time, but he didn't repent. Yang Yiyi said.

"It's inevitable that I didn't understand things when I was a child. ”

But as he grew up, he became more annoying. He is a well-known gentleman in the capital, and is known as the three evil young people in the capital. Yang Yiyi continued.

"But he doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of you, right?"

Yang Yiyi suddenly clenched her fists, and her eyes seemed to be on fire. She looked at Ye Fei and hesitated for a while before saying, "All in all, I won't pay attention to him in my life!"

Seeing that Yang Yiyi really didn't want to say, Ye Fei didn't ask again. He looked at the martial arts arena, and after more than a dozen rounds of temptation, the third prince of Na Peng finally made a move.

With the dragon snatcher of the monk's courtyard, he first hit the opponent's throat, sword protrusion, dantian and other places in succession, and then grabbed the neck and right waist of the Northern Liao disciple with his left and right hands respectively, lifted him high, and threw him out of the martial arts arena.

Seeing this freshness, everyone in Yunguo applauded, and the Northern Liao side was silent.

The gong sounded, announcing the victory of Peng Sangongzi in the first competition.

"Prince Yelu, I have conceded!" Zhou Xin, the seventh king, raised his wine glass to Yelusi, who was sitting on the side, with a happy face.

Jerus raised his glass and smiled disapprovingly. After all, they are guests in Beiliao, so they have to give the master some face, and the first person they sent to appear on the stage is just an ordinary disciple of Honglu Temple.

The next one to appear can represent the strength of Honglu Temple.

"Peng San, do you plan to continue to play in the next game, or will you take a break?" Shi Nanhuai asked Peng Sangongzi.

Peng Sangongzi pulled the sideburns on both sides behind his ears with both hands, and said with a look of anger: "Of course, I will take a break, and I will be the last one to appear again and turn the tide." ”

Shi Nanhuai glared at him viciously, and then said: "Peng Zilin of Wuzhao Academy chose to play temporarily and replace Lu Yang on the field. ”

After that, Shi Nanhuai looked at the people in Northern Liao and asked, "I wonder who Honglu Temple will send next?"

"Me!" a teenager suddenly stood up, causing everyone present to exclaim.

No one expected that the second disciple sent by Honglu Temple to appear on the stage was actually Mo Kunbei, who was known as Mengjiu of Northern Liao.

Shi Nanhuai frowned, thinking that he would send Mo Kunbei to appear so soon, could it be that Honglu Temple wanted to take advantage of today's incident Mo Kunbei to build momentum and single-handedly pick off the five people of Wuzhao Academy one after another?

When Mo Kunbei walked to the martial arts arena, everyone's eyes fell on him, and they were all looking forward to what he would do.

"Prince Yelu, this young man is Mo Kunbei?" Zhou Xin, the seventh king, asked Yelu Si, the prince of Northern Liao.

Yeruth nodded, a grim smile on her face, and her right hand didn't feel like she had touched the scar on her face.