Lan Senze looked at Hou Junjie on the ground with contempt, cupped his hands, and turned back to Wuhua Palace.
Ji Wuhua looked at Chang Yiyue with a smile, "Senior sister, is this the proud disciple you have carefully trained? It doesn't seem to be very good."
Hou Junjie got up from the ground and returned to the Flower Burial Palace with his head lowered. He was too frightened to raise his head to look at Chang Yiyue.
"Palace Master, my disciple is incompetent and has brought shame on the Flower Burial Palace. Please punish me, Palace Master!"
"It doesn't matter, victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier, you can come back first." Although he lost the first battle, Chang Yiyue's expression remained as usual, and there was no sign of any fluctuation.
Hou Junjie quickly returned to his seat and stood up, then dared to glance at Chang Yiyue secretly, and then subconsciously looked at Hou Shiming beside him.
Hou Shiming's face was gloomy. In the eyes of others, it was probably because Hou Junjie lost to Lan Senze that he was angry.
As expected, Hou Shiming immediately criticized Hou Junjie sternly, then walked up to Chang Yiyue and bowed and said: "Palace Master, I don't know how to teach my son. I really don't trust the leader. Second scene.
I am willing to fight, but if I cannot win, my subordinates will come to see you."
"Nonsense!" Before Chang Yiyue could express his position, Hou Zhengkun sternly reprimanded: "It's very important who we send to fight. How can it be up to you to decide? Why don't you step down quickly!"
After saying that, Hou Zhengkun bowed to Chang Yiyue and said: "Palace Master, although Junjie has good cultivation, he has few actual combat skills. This is something we have not considered before. Please give orders from the Palace Master as to who will fight next."
"Elder Hou is right. The young disciples of our sect have indeed lacked practical experience in the past two years. They must learn from their mistakes in the future and not make the same mistakes again." After Chang Yiyue finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Han Bin, "
Hall Master Han, you will fight in the second game."
According to the practice of previous years, there are five rounds of challenges in total. In addition to the competition between young disciples, there are also four rounds of challenges, so as long as three wins out of five are considered a victory.
Among the remaining four challenges, according to the rules set in advance, the last one was a duel between the palace owners of both sides. However, Chang Yiyue has never made a move in these years, because in the first four duels, the Burial Flower Palace
Often they have already gained an absolute advantage and defeated Wuhua Palace.
Losing to Wuhua Palace in the first game was the first time in these years.
Han Bin looked happy and immediately said, "Yes!"
There was also a Hall Master who was fighting on the Wuhua Palace side. He and Han Bin walked to the center of the martial arts field, and as soon as they fought, they were thunderous.
The two of them were of similar cultivation and close in strength. This match was so intense that even the martial arts arena was almost demolished by them. Fortunately, a defensive formation had been set up under the martial arts arena, so it was always kept intact.
In the end, after a hard battle, Han Bin defeated the opponents of Wuhua Palace and won a victory for Flower Burial Palace.
In the first two challenges, the two sides reached a one-to-one tie.
According to the rules of previous years, the third challenge was the literary test, which was a competition on how to refine pills and refining weapons.
Therefore, when the second match ended, Meng He and Kong De both looked anxious, because they had just received the news that Qin Hai still had not returned.
After the people from both sides returned, Ji Wuhua smiled and said: "Sister, I guess you also know that there is a disciple in our Wuhua Palace who was favored by the Patriarch of the Furnace and accepted him as a closed disciple, and passed on all his skills to him.
He defeated him. So in this third competition, you are probably going to lose again."
Chang Yiyue smiled and said: "The alchemy and weapon refining skills of Patriarch Henglu are indeed excellent, but if you want to master all the skills of Patriarch Henglu, it is impossible without years of hard training. Junior sister, I'm afraid you will be disappointed again.
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Ji Wuhua sneered and said: "It's simple, it's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and run around and you will know."
At this time, Kong De and Meng He suddenly walked up to Chang Yiyue. Kong De said: "Palace Master, Brother Meng and I both suggested that this literary test be postponed."
Chang Yiyue asked curiously: "Why?"
Ji Wuhua smiled and said: "Hall Master Kong, are you afraid?"
Kongde faced Ji Wuhua and snorted coldly: "It's not that we are timid, but as our palace master said, there are many capable people in our Burial Flower Palace. In terms of attainments in alchemy and weapon refining, there are some who are more advanced than us.
He is outstanding, but he is on his way back now. Since Palace Master Ji wants to challenge our Flower Burial Palace, we should wait for a while until he returns."
Ji Wuhua sneered and said, "Okay, since you said so, if I don't give you a chance, I will be said to be narrow-minded."
Chang Yiyue asked curiously: "Do I know the person you are talking about?"
"His name is Lin Tian, and he has just joined our Flower Burial Palace not long ago, but not only is he good at cultivation, his attainments in alchemy and weapon refining far exceed those of Brother Meng and I," Kongde replied.
Chang Yiyue turned to look at the old ghost-faced mother, "Is this the Lin Tian who went to Kongrong Mountain with Xiao Min?"
"It should be him!" The ghost-faced old mother chuckled twice, "It is a great joy to have such an outstanding talent in our Burial Flower Palace."
Chang Yiyue also showed joy on her face, nodded and smiled, and then asked: "Which of you is willing to fight in this match?"
"I'll do it!" The ghost-faced old mother looked towards Ji Wuhua and said calmly.
"That's fine!" Chang Yiyue nodded in agreement. In terms of cultivation and combat power, the Ghost-faced Old Mother was among the best in the Flower Burial Palace, but she was only behind her as the palace master. It was naturally extremely suitable for the Ghost-faced Old Mother to take part in the battle.
There was also an old acquaintance on the Wuhua Palace side, named Chen Kui. He, like Ji Wuhua and Chang Yiyue, were both disciples of the Burying Flower Palace. Because he admired Ji Wuhua, he left the Burying Flower Palace when Ji Wuhua left.
After the Flower Palace established its own business, he followed Ji Wuhua all the way out of the Flower Burial Palace and became the first elder of the Flower Palace and the most important right-hand man around Ji Wuhua.
Like Ghost Face Old Mother, he is now at the Golden Core stage, but in several previous contests, Chen Kui has never defeated Ghost Faced Old Mother.
Therefore, when everyone at the Flower Burial Palace saw that it was Chen Kui who was fighting, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Hou Zhengkun even smiled at Chang Yiyue and said, "Palace Master, it seems that we will definitely win this battle!"
Chang Yiyue also laughed, but when the ghost-faced mother and Chen Kui got into each other's hands, Chang Yiyue frowned slightly, "It doesn't seem right!"
Hou Zhengkun and the other two elders also changed their expressions suddenly, staring intently at the two people fighting on the martial arts field.
Chang Yiyue turned around and stared at Ji Wuhua coldly, "Did Chen Kui take banned drugs?"
Ji Wuhua smiled and said: "Isn't it possible? If you think this is unfair, you can also take it, I have no objection!"
Chang Yiyue took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and said coldly: "Do you know that if you do this, you will destroy Chen Kui!"
Ji Wuhua smiled nonchalantly and said, "He wants to eat it himself, and I didn't force him."
At this moment, a loud noise came from the martial arts field.
boom!
A large hole was suddenly blasted out of the martial arts field that was equipped with defensive formations. In the dust that filled the sky, the ghost-faced mother was thrown back like a kite with a broken string.
(That’s it for today, I will make sure to have at least two chapters every day starting tomorrow)