With an extremely clear slap, Yang Ye flew up into the air, spun his body 720 degrees and fell to the ground.
This slap immediately stunned him, and also confused thousands of Qingyun disciples...
"This... am I right?" A True Spirit Realm monk kept rubbing his eyes, "Yang Ye was slapped away by Shen Lang?"
"Besides, Shen Lang's slap seems ordinary. Why can't Senior Brother Yang Ye avoid it with his ability?"
"What is going on here? It's so weird!"
"Khan, I thought this true disciple candidate was so great, why is he so fragile?"
Hearing the comments, Yang Ye felt his face was burning. It was not just the pain of being slapped, but the huge sense of shame that he couldn't accept the most! Ten days ago, he was beaten by Shen Lang
A kick flew by, and now I'm slapped again...
"Damn! Despicable! How dare you attack me!" Yang Ye blushed and climbed up from the ground. He wanted to cut Shen Lang into pieces immediately, but when he looked at Shen Lang's right hand behind his back,
Still dare not move forward rashly.
"Don't talk nonsense. The competition has already begun. You rushed over with great momentum, but you were distracted and stupid in front of me. If I don't slap you, who will I slap?" Shen Lang looked at Yang Ye like a fool, "
Even if I slap you, it’s light.”
"You..." Yang Ye was so angry that he just wanted to scold her, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Lang's right hand behind his back.
"Hey! Are you afraid?" Until now, Shen Lang didn't quite understand what Yang Ye was doing, but he could see that Yang Ye seemed to be afraid, especially of his right hand, so
He continued: "I gave you one hand, why are you so cowardly? Don't worry, even if I use my right hand, I won't kill you."
Hearing the word 'kill', Yang Ye's heart tightened again. He was even more convinced that Shen Lang was holding an extremely terrifying big move in his right hand. He immediately became more vigilant and cautiously circled around Shen Lang.
After another circle, Shen Lang's right hand moved slightly, and he became nervous, like a mouse seeing a cat, and hid far away.
The onlookers, who were looking forward to a wonderful battle, suddenly became impatient when they saw such a strange scene.
"What's going on? Come on in!"
"You're at the eighth level of true spirit! You're a true disciple candidate! Why are you so cowardly?"
"Isn't this guy bribed? So he deliberately wanted to lose to Shen Lang? Or is it that he has some excuse that Shen Lang is holding on to, and he doesn't dare to take action against Shen Lang?"
What's more, they have begun to maliciously speculate on the secrets, suspecting that the caution and fear on Yang Ye's face are all fake.
"You know nothing!" Yang Ye roared angrily at those who were talking.
How could others understand his caution and uneasiness at this moment? How could others know what Shen Lang had done in the past ten days?
Since the last time he suffered a loss at Evergreen Peak, Yang Ye has always attached great importance to Shen Lang and treated Shen Lang as a life and death enemy! In these ten days, he sent people to closely observe Shen Lang's every move!
Ten days! That’s a whole ten days! That fellow Shen Lang actually spends every day fishing, lying on the grass and sleeping, or chatting with the two daughters of the Xia family, admiring the lake, the rain, and the lotus flowers?
In the past ten days, Shen Lang has never practiced seriously! After setting foot on the martial arts field, he said with a smile behind his back that he wanted to give him a hand?
Shen Lang is obviously not a fool, and a talented Talisman master like Xia Qianye who is praised by everyone is even less of a fool. If these two people get together, they will really stay in Bihu Xiaozhu for ten days, and for Qingyun Huiwu, Unprepared for anything?
If there is nothing fishy in this, Yang Ye would not believe it no matter what!
"No matter how much Shen Lang practices in just ten days, he can't be stronger than me! But there must be a special trump card hidden in his right hand behind his back! He should only be able to use this trump card once, but he can use it One blow determines the outcome!"
"Conspiracy! This is an obvious conspiracy! Before the chassis shows up, rashly stepping forward is simply courting death!"
I have to say that Yang Ye is still very smart, because he almost guessed the truth of the matter... It's a pity that in the eyes of others, his intelligence looks very idiotic.
At this time, Shen Lang, who was already a little impatient, took the initiative to take a step forward, but Yang Ye actually dodged and stepped back dozens of meters!
"Eh...are you going to fight me or not?" Shen Lang cursed. He hoped to chase Yang Ye and beat Yang Ye cleanly.
However, with twenty times the force of gravity, his speed was far inferior to that of Yang Ye. Therefore, Yang Ye was determined to escape, but he really had no choice.
"Of course!" Yang Ye was filled with embarrassment and anger, and said with a red neck, "This is my tactic!"
"So your tactic is to escape!" Shen Lang said: "Tell me, you are such a coward, why are you still participating in the Qingyun Martial Arts Competition? Just admit defeat."
"You..." Yang Ye was furious, but still cautious and did not dare to step forward, "You care about me! You can't catch up with me first!"
People looked at Yang Ye's shameless, cowardly and frightened look, and the respect they had for the candidate as a true disciple had been lost long ago, and they couldn't help but sigh and ridicule.
I still remember how majestic and majestic Yang Ye was the moment he stepped onto the martial arts platform. He even claimed that he would defeat Shen Lang within three moves. But now it's better, let alone three moves. He didn't even have the courage to take action. All I could do was run away, and I was slapped by Shen Lang before...
"Alas, the candidate for the true disciple of Chixiao Peak is nothing more than this."
A solemn and majestic martial arts competition was about to turn into a farce. At this time, even Deacon Qin, who was presiding over the martial arts competition, could not stand it anymore. However, as a notary, he could not express too many opinions, so he watched He glanced at the half-burned stick of incense not far away and said, "Yang Ye, right? If the stick of incense burns out, if you don't take action, you will lose."
"Even if the time is up, it's still a tie. Why should I be considered the loser?" Yang Ye's expression changed.
"According to the rules of the competition, if the two sides cannot decide the winner within a stick of incense, whoever has the weaker cultivation level will naturally win." Deacon Qin said with a smile: "Your cultivation level at the eighth level of true spirit, Shen Lang, But he is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, which is a whole level different from you. If you can only have a tie with him due to such a gap in strength, doesn’t it count as a loss?”
"This..." Yang Ye was dumbfounded, looking at the stick of incense burning faster and faster in the wind, not knowing what to do.
"So there is such a rule." When Shen Lang heard this, he didn't bother to chase Yang Ye anymore. He just stood there and patted the non-existent dust on his body, and said lightly: "I didn't expect that either. It’s so simple and effortless to win a competition!”
Yang Ye looked at Shen Lang's arrogant expression and trembled with anger. After hesitating for a moment, he said to Deacon Qin: "It's not me who won't fight! But I suspect that there is a secret hidden in his right hand! It may be a big killing.