The breeze stirred up wrinkles on Yingyue Lake, and also picked up the black robe outside Shijian Hall.
Shijiantang was paved with white stone floor tiles, and the edge was the lakeshore. At this time, all the guests within a ten-foot radius retreated, leaving only Yejingtang standing in front of the door with his hands behind his hands.
The sun was setting in the west, and the beautiful Yingyue Lake was already full of people. Half of them were disciples of the Zhou family, and the other half were followers and nephews who came to celebrate their birthdays.
Most of the famous celebrities who were originally sitting in Shijian Hall came out, talking in low voices, waiting for the turmoil to begin.
The silent and solemn atmosphere made the Zhou family disciples who were originally angry or confident slowly turned into nervousness and kept looking at Chaolu Mountain behind them.
Ye Jingtang wore a bamboo hat and stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. His mind was not on the current arena, but looking at Shijiantang behind the crowd.
Just now, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure at the window, looking at him in the Shijian Hall.
But when he looked over, the figure disappeared from the window, and he couldn't see who it was.
He didn't know many people in the Ye Jing Hall. The only one he saw there was Xuanyuan Hongzhi in front of the door. If he had such a feeling, there must be someone he knew in the hall.
But with so much attention at the moment, it was hard for him to go in and take a closer look, so he could only suppress his thoughts and wait quietly for the Zhou family to arrive.
"I'm coming……"
"Brother Jian, long time no see."
"Young Master Xuanyuan, you are so polite..."
…
After waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was some noise from the lakeside.
Ye Jingtang turned around and saw that Zhou Huaili was smiling, saying hello to his waiting friends, and walking towards Shijiantang.
Behind Zhou Huaili were two young men.
A man in his early twenties, dressed in a brocade robe and handsome in appearance, one could tell at a glance that he came from a noble family.
The other person faced Twenty-Five-Six, holding a long black sheath sword in his hand, smiling peacefully, greeting friends along the way, and looking like a wanderer.
Soon, Zhou Huaili came to the main entrance of Shijiantang and raised his hand to introduce:
"These two people are my eldest disciple Jian Yuhua and my second son Zhou Ying. Everyone is familiar with them. This is the first time that my nephew has appeared. None of you here know the details, but I am afraid that my nephew knows the depth of Yuhua. For the sake of fairness,
, let Zhou Ying play first to warm up my nephew, does my nephew have any opinions?"
Zhou Huaili's approach was equivalent to letting Zhou Ying test the waters and showing Jian Yuhua the strength of his opponent.
This move is also considered to be in compliance with the rules. When ignorant people come to the door to kick the tavern, it is etiquette: 'If you want to see the real Buddha, go to the door god first'.
However, Zhou Ying himself is the most talented member of the Zhou family. Although his strength is not as good as Jian Yuhua's, he is still considered a leader among the younger generation. Zhou Huaili's move is suspected of being a 'two-on-one' battle.
Everyone at the lake looked at him with different eyes, all looking at the young master of Honghualou.
Ye Jingtang's response was quite straightforward: "I don't mind if Master Zhou lets them both come together."
"oh……"
The famous celebrity in front of the hall felt that Ye Silang was a little too crazy and secretly frowned.
Zhou Huaili's face was slightly cold, he said no more and tilted his head to signal.
Although Zhou Ying is not as good as his senior brother Jian Yuhua, he is still the contemporary leader of the Zhou family. Seeing Honghualou being so arrogant, he pulled out his sword, held it upside down in his hand, and walked down the steps:
"I hope Brother Ye's skills are stronger than his words."
Ye Jingtang didn't say anything and only raised his right hand.
Chen Yuanqing, who was standing under the round platform, saw this and threw an eyebrow-level stick into the hands of Ye Jingtang.
Zheyunli, who was observing secretly from the window in the hall, was baffled when he saw this:
"Don't Honghualou use a big gun? Why give him an eyebrow-leveling stick? How can Ye...Ye Silang hit him?"
Luo Ning had no intention of paying attention to the arena, her eyes flickered, and she explained casually:
"A spear can easily exceed eight feet, and it is naturally 30% stronger than a short-hand soldier. At the same level, even if you use a spear with a single sword, you will almost die. Before becoming famous, the old spear leader used to compete with others. In order not to bully others, he likes to use an eyebrow-level stick."
"oh……"
Everyone in front of the hall was talking about this matter.
Zhou Ying felt Ye Jingtang's contempt, holding his sword and said coldly:
"Are you sure you don't want a gun?"
Ye Jingtang held his back with one hand and pointed diagonally at the ground with the stick in his right hand:
"There's no need to hit you."
"..."
call--
The breeze swept across the lake, and it became quiet outside Shijian Hall, with a bit more of a smell of gunpowder.
Zhou Ying's eyes were quite displeased, but he didn't raise his eyebrows. He took a stance with his sword and pressed towards the Night Terror Hall leisurely.
Tread, tap, tap tap...
His figure seemed to be unhurried, but his speed was getting faster and faster, and he soon reached three feet in front of the Night Terror Hall.
Seeing that Ye Jingtang Tuoda had not yet taken up his stance, Zhou Ying swayed and slid to the right rather strangely. The three-foot sharp blade in his hand stabbed Ye Jingtang under the arm with lightning speed.
Sa——
A cold light flashed outside Shijian Hall, and the sound of swords piercing the air was heard!
This move of Zhou Ying's is extremely tricky. If he reacts a little slowly, he will be swung away by a feint, and he will be hit by a slow counterattack.
The Night Terror Hall has not put away its stick yet, and in the eyes of the celebrities in front of the hall, it is completely seeking death.
But soon, everyone’s eyes turned to surprise!
Tap tap tap...
When a sword struck, Ye Jingtang stepped back at the same time. His body was not hurried or slow, just in time to avoid the edge of the sword. He slid back the eyebrow stick in his hand until he held the tail of the stick with one hand.
Boom~
The tip of the stick hits the ground.
Zhou Ying was worthy of being born into a famous family in the world of martial arts, and his knowledge far surpassed that of a young man in the world of martial arts. When he saw this scene, he secretly thought something was wrong and immediately sheathed his sword and retreated.
Unfortunately, it's too late!
Poof——
Outside Shijian Hall, there was a sudden explosion!
Ye Jingtang's clothes shook violently, his waist and abdomen tensed up from the ground, and he held a stick in one hand as if he was splitting the Huashan Mountain with force, and he slashed forward violently!
call--
Some dust on the white stone ground was instantly stirred up at this moment, and even the many Jianghu people standing outside Shijian Hall had their robes, beards and hair blown by the strong wind.
When everyone in front of the hall saw this scene, their eyelids jumped suddenly.
Zhou Ying never expected that the opponent's explosive power would be so powerful. Before he could even withdraw even half a step, the powerful and heavy eyebrow-level stick had already reached his head, so he had to hastily raise his sword horizontally.
clang--
A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing!
The sword carefully crafted by Shuiyun Jiantan turned into noodles under the heavy stick. It did not have any blocking effect, and the sword and stick were hit in the chest together.
Bang——
Amidst the muffled sound, the chest of Zhou Ying's robe was immediately shattered, and the curved sword hit the flesh of his chest, instantly pressing the bleeding groove and causing a bloody mist!
"cough--"
Under the heavy blow, Zhou Ying hit the ground directly with his sword, letting out a muffled cough, the ground shook, and the lake below the stage was rippled.
Wow~~
After the blow, the wind in Shijiantang suddenly stopped, leaving only a wave of water slowly spreading towards the center of the lake!
Ye Jingtang held an eyebrow-level stick in one hand and pointed it at Zhou Ying's throat who was about to lift him up:
"Am I tough on my hands, or am I tough on my words?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhou Ying's chest and robe were instantly stained with blood red. He coughed several times as his throat was pressed, and he abandoned his sword and raised his hand.
Ding-ding-ding-ding——
He bent the sword and bounced it several times on the ground.
Ye Jingtang snorted lightly, raised his eyebrow-level stick, and pointed at Jian Yuhua behind many famous figures in the world:
"Next."
"Buzz..."
It was only then that everyone by the lake came to their senses and let out a burst of surprise and uncertainty.
Even Luo Ning in the window temporarily suppressed the distracting thoughts of being deceived by the heartless man, her eyes were filled with surprise, she did not expect that the little thief's marksmanship could be so good.
She could see the power of the 'Yellow Dragon Lying Down' move just now, and she obviously kept her hands when she hit it.
If Zhou Ying didn't hold back, a row of ribs would have been broken. Not to mention coughing, he would have died suddenly on the spot before he could react.
The celebrities in front of the hall also noticed this.
They knew that Honghualou was coming fiercely, so they must have confidence, but they didn't expect that the young master who came out of the blue would have such a solid foundation.
Not to mention Zhou Ying, juniors like Jian Yuhua, and even old masters such as Sanjue Immortal Wen, are not sure whether they can deal with this kid in person. What can the Zhou family do with this guy?
There was silence outside Shijian Hall.
The expressions on the onlookers' faces changed from surprise to weirdness. From the corner of their eyes, they looked at Zhou Huaili and Jian Yuhua next to him!