Because Shanhe's voice was too quiet, let alone Bai Lu who was standing opposite, even Luo Han and Du Xiao, who were wearing headphones, couldn't hear what he was muttering.

Seeing that Shanhe was bare but had no sound, Bai Lu asked with a confused face: "Hey, can you be louder? I can't hear what you're saying at all!"

In front of Bai Lu, the mountains and rivers must not be presented as they say, otherwise it will be equivalent to revealing their identity. After thinking about it for a while, I listened to Shanhe open his mouth and replied:

"I mean...... Well, the fruit has been given to you, and we will not take it back. If you don't want it, throw it away, and don't give it to me anyway!"

After speaking, he walked forward quickly without even looking at Bai Lu, and forcibly left Bai Lu alone with two fruits in his hand.

"You—you're coming back for me!"

Seeing that the other party left so unreasonably, Bai Lu was full of gloom.

But after shouting two sentences, seeing that the other party didn't care about herself at all, she had to give up struggling.

Although he was grateful, he was resentful. Looking at the man's back, he let out a long sigh, and finally put the two fruits into the ring......

The meeting point agreed by Bai Lu's group was located in the northwest of the Broken Sky Valley, not far from the location of the mountains and rivers, as long as there were no accidents on the road, it was reasonable to say that they could arrive within an hour.

However, after they had been walking for more than half an hour, an accident happened.

Shanhe, who was at the forefront, was the first to discover the enemy's situation, and immediately made a gesture of stopping and concealing.

Seeing this, the black-clothed trio plus Bai Lu hid themselves for the first time and looked forward cautiously.

I saw that fifty meters away in front of them, a big drama of two teams competing for results was being staged at this moment.

Coincidentally, just like the battle between Shi Tong and Zhang Ping that he met just now, there were also two red broken fruit hanging on the fruit tree between the two teams.

And the two teams of people standing under the tree, although they were tense at this time, they didn't know that they were not fighting, but were verbally negotiating something.

Seeing this scene, Shanhe decided to observe it first, so he made a gesture of standing still and hid behind the cover with everyone.

After watching for two or three minutes, seeing that the six people in the audience were breathing unevenly and looking a little tired, Luo Han was the first to whisper:

"Instructor, I guess these people should have fought each other, but they didn't tell the winner, it's halftime now, and most of them have to do it. ”

After Shanhe, who had the same idea, nodded, he saw Du Xiao staring at a man in a black tight cloth robe in the arena and said:

"Instructor, the one in the black robe is called Leng Jun, I know him, he has the ninth layer of the Mongolian rank. ”

"That's right, I've also seen this Senior Brother Leng, he is a disciple of the Summer Palace, and he is very good at kung fu. Bai Lu also looked at it and introduced it to the three of them:

"In addition, I have also seen the old man in the gray robe in the opposite group. Usually, everyone calls him Qiu Lao, and he has been in the consummation period of the ninth layer of the Mengjie for a long time. No wonder these two groups didn't distinguish the winner, it turned out that the two of them were right. ”

After listening to the introduction of his teammates, Shanhe set his eyes on the two people in the field.

Leng Jun in the black robe standing on the left side is as his name suggests, about twenty-seven or eighteen, he looks cold and handsome, and he is definitely a ruthless character.

And Qiu Lao, who was standing opposite, was extremely thin, with gray hair, and felt old and weak, but his eyes were constantly flashing with essence, and he was obviously not a bully.

At this moment, Leng Jun and Qiu Lao were standing at the front of the team, and they were the leaders of the two teams at a glance.

"Oh, this time, I actually met two people from the ninth layer of the Mongolian Rank......? Interesting!" After licking his lips a little excitedly, he saw Shanhe pointing to a man in a purple robe in the group on the left and said:

"Oh, the purple-robed man standing behind Leng Jun is called Chen Yuannan, I've seen it a few times. The cultivation is not clear, but it is at least above the sixth level of the Meng Rank. ”

This Chen Yuannan was met by Shanhe in the martial arts hall.

This person, like Shi Tong and Lu Sanshuang, is a fan of Nangong Qing, and he had several contacts with Shanhe before for the matter of Hall 6, and he recognized him as soon as he saw him at this moment.

"It's a bit dangerous this time! Neither of the two groups is soft persimmons......" After listening to everyone's introduction, Luo Han asked with a little worry:

"Instructor, should we intervene?"

Although Shanhe has the advantage in numbers, plus Bai Lu has a total of four team members.

But in terms of cultivation, he can't be compared with the other party. Except for the mountains and rivers, the rest of the people do not have the ability to compete head-on.

Therefore, in the face of the temptation of two fruits, it is difficult for Shanhe to make up his mind for a while.

After looking at Leng Jun and Qiu Lao in the field, he still decided to take a look and then say, and after saying "don't be impatient", he lay down in place and continued to observe.

......

Under the tree, seeing that two or three minutes had passed, but Qiu Lao still didn't reply, Leng Jun took a step forward and asked:

"Old Qiu, haven't you thought about it yet? Two fruits, let's take one in a group, what is there to consider for such a fair proposal? Do you have to fight to the death and waste time?"

Hearing this, Old Qiu, who had pale temples, waved his sleeves and said disappreciatively:

"Leng Jun, after the fight just now, your group has no advantage at all, and it has always been barely supporting. If you start again, you will definitely not be the opponent of the old man. Fruit...... Why should I divide it with you? I would say that you had better go now, and perhaps find more fruit while you are still healthy. Don't dream of a split anymore!"

Seeing that Qiu Lao had no intention of giving in, Chen Yuannan, who was standing behind Leng Jun, took a step forward and said with his trademark smile:

"Old Qiu, the three of us have witnessed your demeanor in the battle just now, and the younger generation admires it very much. I dare to say that there is no one in the Meng Rank who is your opponent, not even Senior Brother Leng. But after ......" finished boasting, I saw Chen Yuannan's voice change and said:

"The two junior brothers Huang and Liu behind you are quite different from me and Senior Brother Wan in terms of cultivation and martial arts experience. Hehe, if they continue to fight like this, the two of them will definitely be defeated by us first, and eventually it will evolve into us with three enemies and one. At that time, will Qiu Lao still be confident that he will be able to win?"

Hearing that Chen Yuannan actually looked down on himself like this, Huang Hui, who was standing behind Qiu Lao, shouted unconvinced:

"Senior Brother Chen, you only ascended to the seventh layer of the Mongolian Rank last month, and you are one level higher than me, are you really afraid that you won't succeed? Although I can't win against you, it's still okay to spend a few hours with you! Don't talk wildly there!"

"That's right, we will definitely be able to hold out until Old Qiu defeats Senior Brother Leng and comes to help. What is the situation you are talking about will never happen!" Senior Brother Liu Qiang on the side also said with great disbelief.

(End of chapter)