After a long time, Zhang Xiaohua became a little impatient, but looking around, the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect had no other expression on their faces, but just stood respectfully, occasionally glanced at the end of the aisle.

Zhang Xiaohua immediately respected the disciples around her, and even praised the noble Piaomiao School in her mind. What is this? This is the crystallization of the Piaomiao School's daily quality education. Even if there is no senior management present, the rules are still extremely good, and Zhang Xiaohua feels inferior.

While Zhang Xiaohua was thinking about it, he saw the disciples' eyes focused on the spirit of the Dao. Zhang Xiaohua also looked over there. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua was still not tall, and many disciples blocked his sight. It was not until the visitors got closer that he really saw who was visiting the mountain gate during the martial arts performance of the Piaomiao Sect.

The one who walked in front of everyone was not the beloved leader of the Ou Gang of Piaomiao Sect, but an old monk with gray hair and gray hair. Oh, I made a mistake, his beard and "eyebrows" were all gray, and next to him was Ou Peng with a smile. Although the old monk was old, his spirit was still very vigorous, his waist was straight, his eyes were squinting, and he flashed a little bit of brilliance. He looked at the disciples in the square from time to time, his expression was very arrogant, and he did not have the sympathy that the monks had intrinsic to them.

Ou Peng was whispering something beside him, and the old monk nodded slightly and did not answer.

Behind Ou Peng is Shui Yupeng, the deputy leader of the Piaomiao Sect, who Zhang Xiaohua does not recognize it. However, Zhang Xiaohua keenly notices that Shui Yupeng's face is a little embarrassed, an angry and helpless look.

The ones with Shui Yupeng are Piaomiao Liuhu and other elders. Behind are the hall masters of the Piaomiao Sect accompanying a group of bald monks who look big and small. The older monks put their hands together and say something to the accompanying people from time to time. The younger one is younger than Zhang Xiaohua. Although their hands are also folded, their eyes are rolling around and they look at the square of the Piaomiao Sect curiously.

When the group of people passed by, Zhang Xiaohua poked He Tianshu in the arm and asked softly: "Captain He, where did you think this monk come from? Why did you come to Piaomiao Sect for?"

He Tianshu lowered his voice and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, your voice is a little smaller. They have profound internal skills. Be careful to be heard by others."

Zhang Xiaohua closed her mouth tightly and nodded quickly.

He Tianshu said: "The old monk who was leading the way is Chang Geng, the law enforcement elder of Dalin Temple. He is a famous figure in the world. I heard that he has a high martial arts skills and is ruthless in his actions. He is also a vengeful character. Not only is he afraid of everyone in Dalin Temple, but he is also scared even in the world. This time he actually brought a group of monks to our Piaomiao Sect, which seems to be a little conspiring."

"Ah?! That's how it is." Zhang Xiaohua understood a little and said, "I will definitely revenge. Captain He, it must be that your Piaomiao Sect has gotten into trouble. They are now visiting the mountain gate during the martial arts conference and are looking for awkwardness."

He Tianshu shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. I am just a team leader in the Pharmacy Hall. I just need to care about my own medicinal materials. Where can I pay attention to the important matters in this school?"

Not to mention, Zhang Xiaohua and others were making random guesses in the square. Ou Peng accompanied Chang Geng to the under the Luxi Shed. Ou Peng asked Chang Geng to sit down. Chang Geng opened his eyes, looked at him, and said, "The leader of the Ou Gang is not polite. This is in your Piaomiao Sect. I naturally can't sit down here. Please ask you to sit down."

Ou Peng repeatedly humbled and smiled, "Elder Chang Geng is a martial arts senior, and he has admired him for a long time. From the perspective of his family master, you have grown up in the next generation. Sitting in the upper seat is exactly what you should do, so please don't be polite to the elder."

Chang Geng waved his hand and said, "I am just a person outside the country, so I don't need to treat you with etiquette. Besides, the generations in the martial arts world are very chaotic, so the leader of the Ou Gang doesn't have to pay attention to it. The leader of the Ou Gang is a member of the gang, but he is more noble than the nun. It's better for the leader to sit in this seat."

Ou Peng didn't dare to say anything, but Monk Chang Geng refused to attend the seat after several refusals. Ou Peng couldn't refuse these few rounds and turns, so he had to sit there. Monk Chang Geng took the guest seat, and the other monks also sat, while the other monks stood behind him in sequence.

After all the monks from Dalin Temple sat down, the people from the Piaomiao Sect sat down one after another, but Wen Wenhai, Lu Mingyue, Xue Qing and other disciples stood behind everyone.

After everyone sat down in the main and the order, a disciple presented incense tea. Ou Peng then smiled and said, "Please use tea with the elders. This incense tea is made of the tea tree unique on Piaomiao Peak. Please ask the elders to taste it."

Monk Chang Geng was not polite, and tasted it for a few bites, saying, "Fortunately, although it is not as good as the Buddha tea in Dalin Temple, it can keep the fragrance on your mouth, which is quite good."

This sounds very disrespectful, but everyone in the Piaomiao Sect in the pan did not say anything, and they didn't know whether they were angry or were told to the point of pain.

Shui Yupeng looked at the tepid people and said, "I heard that Dalin Temple is full of monks who have attained enlightenment, and all four elements are empty. How can I beg for such a desire to be so greedy for the desire?"

The monk Changgeng glanced at Shui Yupeng and asked in a low voice: "I don't know if this person is..."

Ou Peng quickly introduced: "This is the deputy leader of Shui Yupengshui of my Piaomiao Sect."

When the monk Chang Geng heard this, he seemed to have already understood it in his chest, and an unconscious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, saying, "The monk who has attained enlightenment naturally does not want to be greedy for his mouth. I have never claimed that he is attained enlightenment."

After hearing these uneven or uneven words, Shui Yupeng's heart immediately skipped a beat, lowered his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Ou Peng also cried out in secret and quickly smiled and said, "Master Chang Geng, I have never been to the Vic Gang in the past, so I will stay for a few more days so that I can wait for the full friendship of the landlord."

Monk Changgeng was still in the same tone and said, "That's not necessary. I came here this time just to admire the style of the martial arts conference of the noble school, and to communicate with the noble school on martial arts. You and my sect are all major schools in the world. Communicating more can also promote the development of martial arts and enhance the friendship between the two schools. Do you think so, the leader of the European gang?"

Ou Peng thought to himself: "Oh no, I'm really here to play."

However, he did not dare to have any strange expression on his face, and just said, "The status of Dalin Temple in the world is something that our Piaomiao School cannot compare with. It is better to learn more from Dalin Temple. I dare not talk nonsense about this exchange."

Monk Chang Geng waved his hand and said, "It's all in the martial arts lineage, and they know their own background, so there's no need to be polite to the leader of the European gang. This time, I just brought a few young monks who were incompetent to discuss with the common disciples of the noble school, and they would not be able to see everyone's eyes."

Ou Peng was stunned and said, "What does the master mean?"

Monk Changgeng explained: "Dalin Temple and Piaomiao Sect are both sects with heritage. They have been familiar with each other for thousands of years, so there is no need to fight to the death. Besides, if you and I want to compete, you naturally don't have to worry about this martial arts conference. I heard that the martial arts conference of the noble sect is an advanced competition, so I brought a group of disciples of similar age to join in the fun and let the younger generation compete with each other. Isn't it a pleasure to comment next to you?"

Ou Peng suddenly realized that Dalin Temple's move must be to explore the strength of low-level disciples of the Piaomiao Sect. The win or loss of the competition is inappropriate. If you win, you will certainly gain your own face and encourage the strength of the disciples of this gang, but it also attracted the attention of Dalin Temple. But if you lose, you will slap yourself in the face and bully them to your doorstep. If it is spread to the world, the Piaomiao Sect's face will be insured.

But now, Monk Chang Geng came so hastily that he caught himself off guard, but he was too late to prepare. Fortunately, he had only carried out the first-level challenge of the Buyi level, and the other levels had not yet begun, so let's deal with it first.

Ou Peng gave Zhang Chengyue a wink and said to the monk Changgeng: "Master was unfortunately here. The challenge of the first-level challenge of Buyi in the Buddy level is coming to an end. Now there is only one competition in each arena. I wonder how the master is going to participate?"

Monk Changgeng squeezed a smile on his face and said, "As long as there is a competition, I will bring a few young children to the ring to try their hands and feet, and also enhance their feelings with the disciples of the sect."

When Ou Peng saw that Monk Chang Geng insisted on competing, he was helpless and tentatively said: "Then Master, how should we rule this discussion?"

Monk Chang Geng shook his sleeves and said, "Since it's a competition, there's no harm. If you miss it, it's a failure and you have to severely punish it. This competition should not be limited. Only if you have a winner or loser can you arouse your desire to win. What do you think?"

Ou Peng smiled bitterly and said, "What the master said is that friendship is the first and second in the competition, of course there are no casualties. However, what I mean is that on the stage, there are first-level challenge disciples in the Buyi level, second-level seated disciples in the Kuji Temple, how should I participate?"

"Oh, that's it." Monk Changgeng thought for a moment and said, "This is easy to deal with. Let the first-level disciples of the common rank compete with our disciples first. If our disciples win by chance, even if the first-level ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank, even if the first-level ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank first of all, even if the disciples of ordinary rank of ordinary rank of ordinary rank first of all ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary ranks of ordinary

When Ou Peng heard this, he was dissatisfied. Where did this come from? You have explained that Shi brought low-level disciples to the level of our first-level disciples, which is our first-level disciples. Now, in one sentence, we should replace our second-level disciples to examine the level of our first-level disciples. If our first-level disciples win, it would be better to say that it is a challenge to succeed. What kind of success is your success? If our first-level disciples fail, it would be good, so we will just be honest. Our first-level disciples are not as good as the lower-level disciples of Dalin Temple. No matter whether the monks of Dalin Temple lose or win, our Piaomiao Sect will not take advantage.

Although Ou Peng secretly complained in his heart, he still had a smile on his face. Although his martial arts have made great progress and he is confident that he will fight this famous monk in the world, this has a huge impact on the Piaomiao Sect. The Piaomiao Sect has not yet resisted the strength of a super sect like Dalin Temple. What he needs to do now is not to attract their attention and develop rapidly, and know that his strength has expanded to a certain extent before he can reveal his ferocious face.

If you turn against Monk Changgeng now and get rid of the trump card, the Piaomiao Sect will face an unprecedented disaster.

Thinking of this, Ou Peng asked again: "What should other disciples do to do with their exchanges?"

Monk Chang Geng laughed a few times and said, "What should I say after seeing the competition among the younger generations?"

Ou Peng nodded and said, "Just rely on the master's instructions."

Then, he ordered Zhang Chengyue to say, "Chengyue, follow the master's instructions, you can arrange it."

After Zhang Chengyue gave a gift, he said to the group of young monks behind him: "Please follow me to join the first-level challenge of my sending public robes."

As soon as he finished speaking, three of them came out of a group of young monks. He was about ten years old, and he was about the same age as the first-level commoner in the Piaomiao Sect. Judging from the situation, it must have been arranged by the monk Chang Geng. Zhang Chengyue couldn't help but think in his heart: "It seems that this bald donkey is prepared. The remaining disciples of the first-level commoner in the Buyi are probably going to make a fool of themselves."

Although the rules have been set, there can be no casualties, the possibility of accidents in the competition is too high. If it fails, it is just judged as failure and is severely punished. What is the punishment law for this severe punishment?

It seems that I didn't say it clearly just now.

Even if there are no casualties, as long as you are letting you leave the arena in a mess, not only the disciples themselves, but even the Piaomiao Sect will be completely lost.

Zhang Chengyue led the three young monks to the front of the ring and said, "My little masters, these are five rings, and there are five competitions to challenge the second level of the Buyi. You can choose one at will."

After saying that, he first floated on the stage and used his internal strength to tell the rules of the competition just now to the disciples in the square. If it were on weekdays, Zhang Chengyue's words would definitely cause a lot of discussion, but now outsiders are present, it is obvious that they are here to ruin the situation. The disciples have long been jealous of the same hatred, so how could they break the rules?

Seeing that the disciples did not have the noise or discussion as expected, Zhang Chengyue nodded secretly and then said, "Please ask five disciples who are preparing to challenge the second level of the common man on the stage."

After saying that, three bald monks rose up from the ring, and fell on the ring number one, four and five.

When I saw the three monks standing there, the number two and the number three guards, they also floated on the stage.

When these people stood on the ring, they saw four figures flying out of the crowd, and they all floated on the rings No. 1 to No. 4. The four figures later seemed to be showing off their skills, as if they were deliberately provoking them. Their figure was flying high and floating, which caused a burst of cheers from the audience.

In fact, if these four disciples have good light skills, it may not be possible. Their figures on stage are better than those of the bald monk, and they will naturally be applauded. Moreover, the Piaomiao School is known for its light skills. Compared with Dalin Temple, it can be considered as the first to win the first place and can beat the monks in terms of momentum.

Zhang Chengyue was standing on the No. 1 ring, smiling at the honest-looking, thick-legged and small-faced, but he was almost caught up with his disciple and asked, "No. 12, what's your name?"

No. 12 replied in a muffled voice: "Tang Shi, a disciple of the Chuying Temple."

After hearing this, Zhang Chengyue nodded even more and said, "Okay, Tang Shi, I remember your name. Are you ready?"

Tang Shi nodded.

Zhang Chengyue said loudly: "Okay, the competition begins."

After saying that, just as he was about to jump down, he heard a voice from the side saying, "Wait, wait, I haven't gotten up yet, wait for a moment."

The disciples from the No. 1 to the No. 4 are already ready. Zhang Chengyue gave the order and the four pairs of disciples had already caught and competed. How could they have the leisure to listen to the sounds of other rings?

Only Zhang Chengyue looked at the No. 5 ring on the side with puzzled thought.

That's right, on the ring, a monk wearing a white monk's robe was standing alone. He clasped his palms together in wonder, and he muttered something and looked at the bottom of the ring.

Zhang Chengyue looked at the place where he just said, and couldn't help but be even more surprised.

Aren’t the two brothers Zhang Xiaohua and Zhang Xiaohu running from the crowd?

Zhang Xiaohu was carrying a ladder-like thing behind him. Zhang Xiaohua ran in front and saw that he had reached the bottom of the ring.

Then, in full view of the disciples, Zhang Xiaohu put the escalator on the side of the ring, and Zhang Xiaohua used her hands and feet, and climbed onto the ring with a clever and lightweight manner.

Zhang Chengyue, who was standing on the edge of the No. 1 ring, was stunned and didn't know what it meant. He used his light skills to jump onto the No. 5 ring, frowned and scolded, "Zhang Xiaohua, why are you here? This is a challenge competition at the Martial Arts Conference..."

Before Zhang Chengyue finished speaking, he seemed to think of something and asked in disbelief: "Can you be the legendary disciple No. 250?"

Zhang Xiaohua touched the back of her head and said embarrassedly: "It's me, I'm the No. 250 player."

Zhang Chengyue was a little puzzled and asked, "If you don't stay in Huanxi Villa, why are you here for the martial arts performance conference?"

However, as soon as he asked, he immediately said, "Forget it, it's not the time to tell the reason. You have heard what I said just now. Now your opponent is the little master of Dalin Temple. If you can defeat him, even if you succeed in the challenge, although you can't really become a second-level public disciple of my Piaomiao Sect, your benefits will probably be indispensable to the leader of the big gang. Do you have confidence?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua immediately raised her chest and said, "Well, I don't have confidence."

Zhang Chengyue smiled and said, "Okay, good, worthy..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly understood and quickly changed his words: "What? I don't have confidence!"

Zhang Xiaohua said in shame: "If this is tied, I will have some confidence, but if I win, it is really hard to say."

After hearing this, Zhang Chengyue said to himself: "But he is honest. He has just been practicing martial arts for a few years, and is shorter than the first-level disciples of the common people. Is there an opponent of these disciples carefully selected by Dalin Temple?"

Immediately, he patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, you can compare your style and your level."
Chapter completed!