When Ye Fei returned to the martial arts arena, the competition between Ma Handong and Zhang Xing had ended.

Looking at the reactions of the disciples of Wuzhao Academy, Ye Fei guessed that it was Ma Handong who had won.

Shi Nanhuai, the president of Wuzhao Academy, asked Ma Handong to rest temporarily, and sent Peng Zilin, the third son of Peng, again.

"Dean, why am I again, didn't you say that I would turn the tide?" Peng Sangongzi said a little, and then reluctantly walked to the martial arts arena.

So far, Shi Nanhuai has not let Xiao Yihe appear, obviously treating him as the last hole card.

On the side of the Honglu Temple in Northern Liao, three disciples were sent Sun Leshui.

In the martial arts of Northern Liao, Sun Leshui is famous, with the title of Little Sword Immortal, but it is slightly dim under the light of Yelushou and Mo Kunbei.

"This person is known as the Little Sword Immortal, and it is rumored that he studied under the elder Tongque of the Huangshan Sect in his early years. Yang Yiyi said to Ye Fei.

"Little Sword Immortal?" Ye Fei smiled, "It's a little interesting." ”

"But you want to learn swordsmanship with him?" Yang Yiyi asked with a smile.

Ye Fei shook his head, then pointed to the man sitting next to Yelusi, the prince of Northern Liao, in the center of the tent, "I just want to learn from him." ”

Yang Yiyi looked at the man and frowned, "What is so special about this person?"

"He is very strong," Ye Fei said, "unfathomable, and his strength should be on par with your father." ”

Yang Yiyi was taken aback, in Northern Liao, only Yeluheng, the dean of Honglu Temple, could be compared to her father. However, the rank of the dean of the Honglu Temple in Northern Liao is only three grades, how can he be on an equal footing with the prince?

On the martial arts field, the competition between Peng Sangongzi and Sun Leshui began.

Sun Leshui made the first move, the man and the sword were one, and the sword was clear. What he cultivates is pure yin and external skills.

The mental and palm techniques that Peng Sangongzi learned came from the monk's academy, which was pure yang external power, which happened to be pure yang external power.

Therefore, if the strength of the two is equal, Peng Sangongzi should be able to defeat Sun Leshui.

The swordsmanship used by Sun Leshui is his own swordsmanship, the Nine Swords of the Wise.

After watching Sun Leshui perform a few moves in a row, Ye Fei said to Yang Yiyi: "Although this little sword immortal's move is self-created, it still has some shadows of the Huangshan Pine Shadow Sword Technique. ”

"You are actually familiar with the swordsmanship of the Huangshan Sect?" Yang Yiyi was surprised.

Ye Fei smiled awkwardly, thinking to himself, yes, I shouldn't be familiar with the swordsmanship of the Huangshan School.

Before the establishment of the Huajian faction, Lin Bangfeng, a previous student, learned swordsmanship with masters of various sword factions in Tiger Hill, and one of his defeated generals was the elder Tongque of the Huangshan faction.

If it weren't for Tong Que being an important position in the Huangshan faction, he would have joined the Huajian faction that year.

Ye Fei patted Xiao Yihe's shoulder, then leaned into his ear and whispered: "If Peng Sangongzi loses later, when you are replaced, you will continue to hit his waist with your wolf pen." ”

"Why is that?" Xiao Yi asked.

"This. Ye Fei looked impatient, thinking that he couldn't tell you that it was my experience after fighting Tong Que back then, so he pointed to Sun Le Shui in the martial arts arena, "Look at his moves, attacking with defense, defending with attack, it sounds impeccable, but where in this world is there a move to have both." Such a seemingly invulnerable move must have a cover door, and at the two waists, it is his cover door. ”

After listening to Ye Fei's explanation, Xiao Yihe was shocked and said, "It seems that you are really familiar with the swordsmanship of the Huangshan Sect." ”

Ye Fei raised his hand to look at Xiao Yihe's head, and then continued in a whisper in Xiao Yihe's ear: "If Peng San loses, only you and Ma Handong will be left. Ma Handong's strength, you must know it in your heart, so strategy and tactics are particularly important. Later, if Sun Leshui continues to play, you will take the initiative to play. ”

"If Sun Leshui doesn't play, if it's replaced by Yelushou, don't play. ”

Listening to Ye Fei's words, Xiao Yihe looked puzzled, "Then do you think I have a chance of winning against Mo Kunbei?"

"Have confidence in yourself," Ye Fei patted his hand on Xiao Yihe's shoulder, "And don't you already know about this flaw in Mo Kunbei?"

"You're talking about the flaws in his Taiyin fingers, but what about his Taiyin palms?"

"Pure Yang Internal Strength Overcomes Pure Yin Internal Strength, and what you practice is not just pure Yang Internal Strength. Don't delay, just use your bookish anger to break through his Taiyin palm with one move! Remember, don't hesitate, hesitation will be defeated. ”

Xiao Yihe nodded understandingly, and then asked, "But I won him like this, all by your guidance, is there something that is not a good victory?"

"If you win, you will win, and if you lose, how can you pay so much attention! Say that you are a nerd, and you are still not convinced!"

Xiao Yi was displeased, and asked with a gloomy face, "Then how to deal with Yelu Shou?"

"You still want to win him? ”

"Ugh. ”

"I'll tell you the way to deal with Sun Leshui and Mo Kunbei, but I don't want us to lose too badly. Later, he will go to Yelushou, which means that he will lie down and lose twice, and the reader is weak, so don't work too hard. There is no need to worry about fame, challenging the three masters of Honglu Temple in a row, defeating Meng Jiu and Xiao Jianxian of Northern Liao, and finally losing to Yelu Shou, it is enough to make your two scholars famous again. ”

Hearing Ye Fei's words, Xiao Yihe's eyes narrowed, "Why do you think you are sarcastic about me?"

"You scholars, you have a lot of eyes!" Ye Fei looked disdainful.

Seeing that Ye Fei and Xiao Yihe had been whispering, in the stands of the Northern Liao Mission, Mo Kunbei's brows were furrowed. He didn't know why the little-known little disciple of the Divine Sword Pavilion was able to see his flaws.

Thinking that this little disciple said that he was far inferior to Meng Jiu, he was still indignant in his heart.

On the martial arts field, the battle between Peng Sangongzi and Sun Leshui has become white-hot.

As Ye Fei said, Sun Leshui's swordsmanship is attacking and defending, attacking in his hands, and the virtual and real changes, Peng Sangongzi waited for the opportunity to counterattack many times but did not work, and was stabbed by Sun Leshui.

After a few times, Peng Sangongzi's mentality was a little anxious, and his punches and palms became disorganized.

When he rashly struck a Fuhu fist at Sun Leshui's dantian and abdomen, Sun Leshui stabbed a sword between his fists, breaking his fist momentum and stabbing him.

Then, Sun Leshui dropped the needle with another move, leaving countless wounds on his body in an instant that were the size of dense raindrops, and finally, the tip of the sword remained in his heart.

"Third Prince Peng, you lost!" Sun Le said.

"Pierce it, Third Senior Brother!" Mo Kunbei shouted.

Sun Leshui frowned, and then looked at Peng Sangongzi's eyes, he was waiting for Peng Sangongzi to admit defeat, and he didn't want to hurt Peng Sangongzi.

After sighing helplessly, Peng San said, "Okay, admit defeat in the next!"

"Teach!" Sun Leshui withdrew his sword.