2454: C2454 Increase the Temperature and Lower the Temperature

C2454 Increase the Temperature and Lower the Temperature

The dueling grounds were not large, only about half a basketball court.

Ye Hong and Shasim Monk, who was called Techa, were already standing in the dueling grounds.

On the edge of the dueling grounds, the disciples of Inner Sect Temple and Shasim Monk's partners stood on both sides.

Most of the disciples of Inner Sect Temple looked relaxed and natural, as if they were really watching a friendly match.

On the other hand, Shasim Monk's partner was staring at Ye Hong with a strange expression.

"Ding! Activating the proficient-level anti-prying ability, it automatically interfered with the target's prying. "

Sensing these strange gazes, Ye Hong glanced at Shasim Monk and the others without leaving a trace. He was deep in thought.

Su Cen seemed to be in high spirits. He actually went down personally to be the judge.

"Then I will announce it here. ...

The friendly spar officially begins!"

After Su Cen gave the order, Tetra did not attack immediately.

Instead, he revealed a cold smile and provoked Ye Hong with a shoddy medicinal Chinese," There was once a Chinese who challenged me.

He was beaten by me. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

He was like a dog, begging me to spare him."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a cruel smile. "In the end, that Chinese's hands and feet were broken by me.

Like garbage, throw him out of the door."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings went into an uproar.

All the laughing Inner Sect Temple disciples stopped smiling. Their eyes were filled with anger as they looked at Techa.

The atmosphere between the two sides became hostile all of a sudden.

Sonpagala still had a gentle smile on his face, as if he did not hear what Techa had said.

Su Cen glanced at Sonpagala and quietly closed his eyes. He did not say anything.

Because neither side's boss moved, the people below only stared at each other, not moving a step further.

Ye Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, but his heart was calm.

He knew that this was the usual method Ancient Fighters used before the battle in Shawa Country.

First, he used words to provoke his opponent, causing him to feel uneasy and make a mistake during the war.

Therefore, no matter what Ticha said, Ye Hong only said one sentence.

"I didn't expect the people of Shawa to talk so much nonsense."

"Aiyo!" Ticha immediately shouted angrily, "I'll let you know that our Sawa ancient martial arts is the number one in East Continent!"

As he spoke, he swung his fist at Ye Hong.

As he swung his fist, a sharp whistle sounded in the air, like a cannonball flying in the air.

This momentum instantly made the disciples of Inner Sect Temple not dare to look down on him anymore.

This was not a friendly match, this Timcha was serious!

"Junior Brother Gu, be careful!"

In the Five Great Academies of Inner Sect Temple, only the people of Serpent Temple wished Ye Hong could embarrass himself. The other disciples still stood on his side and reminded him one after another.

Although this punch was as fast as lightning in the eyes of outsiders, in Ye Hong's eyes, it was even softer than cotton candy.

He even felt sleepy in his heart.

If it was any other person from the Night Blade, they would be able to easily deal with this Timcha.

However, in order to not arouse suspicion, Ye Hong could only patiently play with Timcha.

Trying his best to put on a serious expression, Ye Hong began his own performance.

Eight Trigram Fist, Form and Will Boxing Fist, Tai Chi Fist. He took turns to perform.

For a time, they actually fought back and forth with Timcha.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The people at the side watched until their blood boiled, and they continuously cheered.

However, Ye Hong felt more and more bored. He felt like he was spending his time at home with a kindergarten kid.

When he felt that it was about time, he casually used a trick and threw Ticha out of the competition venue.

According to the rules, whoever left the competition venue first would lose.

"Master Tiexia, thank you."

Ye Hong cupped his hands with a smile.

"Humph!"

Timcha did not say anything. He returned to Shasim Monk's team with a cold snort.

On Inner Sect Temple's side, there was a sudden burst of warm cheers.

"Junior Brother Gu, well done!"

"Hehe, someone's face is swollen."

The disciples were cheering, but the people of Serpent Temple felt worse than eating sh * t.

"Little guy, not bad!"

Su Cen patted Ye Hong's shoulder and gave Jin Lee a thumbs up. "Chancellor Jin has a good eye!"

"Elder, you praise me too much. It was Junior Brother Gu himself who was powerful, and I did not dare to take credit for it."

Jin Lee felt as if his face had been slapped, but he still forced a smile.

The nerves on his face seemed to be twitching.

The fists in his sleeves were tightly clenched and trembling.

"Senior Sister, I told you earlier that you don't need to worry about that guy..."

Mo Lanye did not seem to hear Fa Qiqi's muttering but looked at Ye Hong meaningfully.

The temperature in her purple eyes gradually dropped.

"Hahahaha, Chinese Ancient Martial Arts is indeed very proficient. Our Shawa Nation is willing to admit defeat."

Sonpagala did not have any negative emotions about losing the competition. He still maintained a smile on his face.

"Not at all. Master Timcha is also very powerful."

Su Cen and Sonpagala chatted for a while before leading his men to escort them down the mountain.

...

At night, at the temporary camp at the foot of the mountain.

In a certain tent, Sonpagala and Timcha sat opposite each other on a hassock.

"Timcha, did you find anything?" Sonpagala asked.

At this moment, he no longer had the gentle smile he had during the day.

A gloomy aura enveloped his face.

"Reporting to Ah Zan, that young man called Gu Kang has a complicated way of doing things. He doesn't seem to be using the ancient martial arts of the Seven Poisons Cult.

" Furthermore... "

Seeing that Timcha was hesitating, Sonpagala said coldly, "And what?"

"And I feel that Gu Kang did not use his full strength."

After listening to what Techa said, Sonpagala was silent for a long time.

After that, he said coldly, "That Su Cen is also an old fox. Maybe he sent him on purpose. A disciple like him came out to cover for us, to prevent us from prying into the ancient martial arts of the Seven Poisons Cult.

" However, this also proves that the Chinese Ancient Martial Arts is more exquisite than the ancient martial arts of Shawa.

"At the same time..."

Sonpagala opened his mouth wide like a door to hell. He let out a cold and evil laugh.

"It's also the main reason why we came to Yan Country this time!"

"Techa, how are the preparations?"

"Brothers, remember the terrain of Ninth Mountain. Analyze the composition of the Poison Avoiding Pill. We can act at any time."

"Very good. We will move in three days!"

...

Ever since he had finished competing with Techa, Ye Hong could feel his reputation in Inner Sect Temple increasing rapidly.

Other than Serpent Temple, the brothers from the other academies would often come to the Black Toad Sect to exchange knowledge about poison refining or ancient martial arts with him.

It was just that his relationship with these brothers had improved, but for some reason, his relationship with Mo Lanye had become icy cold.

Accurately speaking, ever since that day, Mo Lanye did not seem to like him very much.1

Even if they were in the same courtyard, the two of them did not meet more than once a day.

Just when Ye Hong was feeling a little depressed, the third night after the competition passed, ...

One figure after another quietly sneaked into Ninth Mountain from the Ninth Mountain.

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