The third senior brother fell, the fourth senior brother fell, the fifth senior brother, the sixth senior brother, the seventh senior brother...
Except for Lin Ye, who was the youngest and weakest and had not yet played, all the disciples of the Yan Family Martial Arts School fell.
They fell in front of their opponents, and they were all crushed and knocked down.
None of their opponents took advantage of the situation to attack again. They behaved like gentlemen, but they all looked at them who fell with a condescending attitude of contempt.
At this time Lei Hongliu had already noticed something was wrong.
The disciples of her martial arts school are being blocked.
Someone deliberately wanted her disciples to fail, and no one could leave this area with victory.
At this time, the middle-aged man standing opposite Lei Hongliu looked calm and unfazed.
It seems that he is not surprised by such a result, nor does he think it should be something to be proud of.
Just before that, this middle-aged man had been whispering to Jin Sheng in Fuzhi for a while.
Lei Hongliu knew him. His surname was Cui. If the martial arts schools in the city were to be ranked, the Yan Family Martial Arts School would not even be ranked among the top 100.
However, the Fengzhong Martial Arts School of the Cui family can at least be ranked among the top ten. The number of disciples in the Fengzhong Martial Arts School is at least twenty times that of the Yan Family Martial Arts School.
A group of people were selected from hundreds of disciples, and the disciples from the Yan Family Martial Arts School were invited by name to be their opponents.
If this is not intentional, then what is it?
But this is a matter within the rules, and no one can say anything wrong with the people at Fengzhong Martial Arts School.
"Master Yan."
Cui Xiangli clasped his fists towards Yan Xiniu: "Master Yan, please forgive me. The disciples all want to become members of the contract soldiers and strive for a bright future, so they take action on the field without sparing any force."
Yan Xiniu cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "My disciple is not as good as others. Master Cui, there is no need to be polite."
Yes, is it embarrassing to lose?
Of course it is embarrassing, because the disciples selected by Fengzhong Martial Arts School and the opponents they choose are all disciples of the Yan Family Martial Arts School who are at the same level as them, and they do not have any advantage in terms of level.
The third senior brother is at the Qiming Realm with five rays, and his opponent is also at the Qiming Realm with five rays. The fourth senior brother is at the Qiming Realm with four rays, and his opponent is also at the Qiming Realm with four rays.
Even those who are at the same level are crushed and defeated by their opponents. There is nothing more humiliating than this.
The difference lies in martial arts and actual combat experience.
The Cui family not only runs a martial arts gym, but also has two horse and carriage shops and a bodyguard agency. The disciples of the Fengzhong Martial Arts Gym take turns traveling around the world.
Their martial arts skills are far more sophisticated and flexible than those taught by Yan Xiniu.
Their actual combat experience is far superior to that of the disciples of the Yan Family Martial Arts School, and they are more direct and effective.
If someone were to crush him based on his realm, the disciples of the Yan Family Martial Arts School would still have some dignity on their faces.
But no, the other party obviously didn't want to give the Yan Family Martial Arts School any dignity and wouldn't give it a cent.
At this time, the onlookers were already talking about it. The famous Yan Family Martial Arts School turned out to be just a bunch of drunkards.
Yan Xiniu said loudly: "The skills of the disciples of my martial arts school are not as good as others. If you lose, you lose. I am unworthy of everyone's love. I am sorry. I also announce here that the disciples of my Yan family martial arts school will withdraw from the contract officer competition."
Lin Ye has not played yet, firstly because he is young, and secondly because he has no opponent.
Not one of the disciples selected by the Cui Family Martial Arts School is still in the Qiming Realm.
In fact, in order to deal with Lin Ye, the disciple Cui Xiangli selected was the six rays of Qiming Realm, just a hair short of reaching the manifest distance.
But none of them expected that Lin Ye was just Qiming Yimang.
"Master."
Lin Ye shook his head after hearing Yan Xiniu's words: "Not all of your disciples have lost yet."
Yan Xiniu: "Let's not compete."
Cui Xiangli smiled at this time and said: "Master Lin, your master has already said that there is no comparison. As an apprentice, do you still want to disobey your master's decision?"
Lin Ye said: "My master said that he would withdraw from the contract officer competition, but he did not say that he would not fight."
He walked to the field and said: "I won the battle and I will not be an officer, so I will not disobey the teacher's order."
Yan Xiniu tried to stop him by talking, but Lei Hongliu pulled him and shook his head slightly to let him go.
Because Lei Hongliu knew what happened today, if Lin Ye didn't stand up, it wouldn't end there.
Cui Xiangli smiled and said: "Young master Lin seems to be still at the level of enlightenment? I'm really sorry, but none of my disciples are at the same level as you."
Lin Ye said: "In all previous competitions, it was Mr. Cui's disciples who challenged my senior brother. So regardless of level, as long as courtesy is reciprocated, of course I can challenge Mr. Cui's disciples."
Cui Xiangli looked at Jin Shengwang who was not far away. His glance was very fast, as if he glanced past him inadvertently.
But after Jin Sheng went to him and nodded slightly, Cui Xiangli immediately answered Lin Ye: "Well, all my disciples are here, and none of them have been defeated. You can choose whoever you want to challenge."
Lin Ye walked up to the opponent who defeated Mo Wutong and said softly: "You."
At this time, the onlookers all laughed, thinking that Lin Ye was so strong, but he picked the worst one among all the people who showed up at the Cui Family Martial Arts Hall.
Even Cui Xiangli laughed. He really couldn't understand why such a small person could win the favor of Lord Fu Zhi.
But just as they were laughing, Lin Ye added a few words.
He looked at the man who defeated Mo Wutong and said, "You."
The man laughed and wanted to say you can come, but before he could say anything, Lin Ye had already continued.
"You, the first one."
Lin Ye walked up to the other person: "You, the second one."
"You, the third one."
"You, the fourth."
Senior brother is not here, second senior brother is not here, Chen Weiwei is not here, senior brother Ning Zhu and junior brother Xue Tongchui cannot play.
There were a total of twenty-five disciples in the Yan Family Martial Arts School. Except for these five and Lin Ye, the remaining 19 were defeated by the Cui Family Martial Arts School.
So Lin Ye challenged nineteen people.
At this time, most of the people present felt that Lin Ye was crazy. A warrior at the lowest level of Qiming Realm wanted to challenge nineteen people.
But it's not over yet.
Lin Ye looked at Cui Xiangli: "Where is my opponent?"
Cui Xiangli felt that he had been humiliated. He said in a bad tone: "Mr. Lin, you have chosen nineteen opponents."
Lin Ye: "That belongs to the senior brothers, not mine. Please bring out the one you selected to fight me. He is ranked 20th, and the senior brothers are in front. I am the younger junior brother, and mine is in the back."
some."
Cui Xiangli: "I politely call you Mr. Lin, but you don't know that the sky is high and the earth is high?"
Lin Ye: "I don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is, but I know that the sky and the earth are thick, and they are not in your home."
After finishing speaking, he walked to the middle of the field and stood up, looking at the Centenary of the Kitano Army who was responsible for supervision: "Sir, please place the incense."
Although the centenarian also felt that Lin Ye was talking nonsense, as a soldier, he appreciated Lin Ye's attitude.
He ordered: "Go and get twenty sticks of incense."
The incense required for the competition is specially made, and the time from lighting to burning out each incense is precisely controlled within a quarter of an hour.
This is also the prescribed time for each competition. Within a quarter of an hour, if the outcome is obvious, there is no need to say more. If the gap between the two sides is not large, the outcome will be decided by the two supervisors.
If Lin Ye wanted to challenge twenty people, he would have to put out twenty sticks of incense.
So this is really impossible. Even if Lin Ye is extremely talented and beats down one by one, how many people can hold on for twenty sticks of incense?
If you are tired, you have to lie down.
"Lord Bai Da."
Lin Ye said: "Please look carefully, I may be a little faster."
Baizhang frowned: "Stop bragging...Young man, I admire your courage, and I admire you for standing up for the defense of the division. But if you brag like this, I won't want to see you."
Nie Wuzhi smiled and said, "I will watch carefully."
Lin Ye cupped his fists: "Thank you very much."
On the high platform in the distance, the second senior brother from the Yan Family Martial Arts School was about to enter, but was stopped by Tuoba Yunxi.
The junior brothers have all been defeated, and since the senior brother is not here, it is his turn to take the lead.
But the princess said, calm down and see how your junior brother is doing first. If he can't do it, I will let you compete.
Seeing Lin Ye really stand up at this time, Tuoba Yunxi raised his eyebrows: "Brother, you have to watch carefully too."
Tuoba Lie leaned on the railing: "You have been holding me back for nearly an hour just to look after a little brat. You know I am busy with military affairs..."
Tuoba Yunxi: "Are you wronged?"
Tuoba Lie: "That's not the case... just watch it, but we agreed that if you waste my time, you have to compensate me with your good wine."
Tuoba Yunxi: "What if he didn't waste your time?"
Tuoba Lie: "If he beats those twenty, I will directly make him the captain. Anyone who is not convinced will come to me."
Tuoba Yunxi: "Commander...the starting point is too low. It's not worth my asking you to ask for help. I have to put up with a jar of good wine."
Tuoba Lie: "Isn't a school captain still low? A sixth-grade school captain is a level that many people will never reach in their lifetime. He is only fourteen years old. What else do you want me to give him?"
Tuoba Yunxi: "General."
Tuoba Lie: "You're fooling around."
Tuoba Yunxi: "I know, I was fooling around, you negotiated terms with me, now it's your turn to negotiate terms with me."
Tuoba Lie: "At most...supervising the school captain, ranking above the school captain, supervising the military discipline of the contract soldiers."
Tuoba Yunxi smiled: "Well, if you are generous, I will be generous, and I will provide you with two jars of good wine."
At this time, on the school field.
The centenarian said loudly: "Lin Ye from the Yan Family Martial Arts School, challenge twenty people from the Fengzhong Martial Arts School, place twenty incense sticks, and light them one by one! This competition will take a long time, and everyone will do what they can."
Lin Ye looked at Baichang: "Light one."
Bai Chang: "Huh?"
Lin Ye: "One group, twenty people."
He looked at his opponents.
"If you exceed the time limit, I lose."
On the high platform, Tuoba Lie, who was still happy because he could get two jars of good wine, his eyes lit up at this time.
"This boy looks a bit like me."
Arrange incense.
moment.
What is the strongest Qiming Realm Yimang in history?
One word...fast.
Three words, fuck...
The opponent who defeated Mo Wutong was at the same level as Mo Wutong, but Mo Wutong only lasted for half a moment before being defeated.
He couldn't breathe and fell to the ground.
The disciples of Fengzhong Martial Arts School have practiced more sophisticated martial arts and have richer experience, but they don't even have a chance to take action.
Not to mention letting them use tactics to win, they couldn't even see where Lin Ye was.
Arrange incense.
Burn a quarter of the incense.
Lin Ye was the only one left standing on the field. He had to fight twenty people who were under the distance level. For him, he didn't have to breathe heavily after the fight.
It should be more difficult to hit twenty in the obvious distance state, and it should be to the point where you don't have to sweat.
Lei Hongliu's eyes were so wide open that she couldn't believe it.
"Little Ye Zi, are you okay?"
Lin Ye turned around and smiled: "It's okay, I've restrained myself."
The centenarian swallowed and looked at Nie Wuzhi, then at Lin Ye, and then at the people who had been knocked down.
"Winner, Yan Family Martial Arts School..."
Just as he was about to call out that the winner was Lin Ye from the Yan Family Martial Arts School, Nie Wuzhi shook his head: "Lin Ye is my outer disciple of Shangyang Palace, so I can report victory to Lin Ye, a disciple of Shangyang Palace."
When Bai Chang heard this, he said in his heart: "No wonder."
He immediately changed his words: "The winner, Shangyang Palace..."
Lin Ye: "Shimen, Yan Family Martial Arts School."
Baichang was stunned again. Originally he was looking at Lin Ye as if he were looking at a monster, but now he was looking at Lin Ye like he was the most stupid among monsters.
Who would refuse Shangyang Palace?
Who dares to refuse Shangyang Palace?
And it was such an occasion, in full view of everyone.
Seeing the dumbfounded Bai Chang, Lin Ye walked up to him, faced each other, looked eye to eye, and reminded: "Master's sect, Yan Family Martial Arts School, mentor Yan Xi Niu, master's wife Lei Hongliu."