The next day, Wu Yong got up early as usual, went to the side hall quickly and used breakfast. After thinking about it, he did not go to Ziyun Peak alone, but returned to the guest room.

At the hour of the year, the footsteps and voices of people coming and going outside the house gradually became noisy.

Twist twist.

The door was knocked.

Wu Yong pushed the door out.

"Uncle Wu." Song Yuying greeted me obediently.

"Wu...Ao...Master Uncle Wu." Chai Kunpeng yawned.

Seeing his eyes flushed, Wu Yong smiled and said, "Didn't have a good rest last night?"

Chai Kunpeng shook his head.

Wu Yong didn't care, "Let's go."

The three of them walked out of the hall along the corridor, crossed the iron chain plank road, and climbed up the mountain.

Along the way, Wu Yong was surprised to find that many Emei disciples would take the initiative to say hello after seeing him.

"Uncle Wu."

"Uncle Master."

Wu Yong knew none of these people, and even some disciples of Wuxuan Temple would bow and signal to him when they saw him.

"Tsk tsk..." Chai Kunpeng was envious, "Uncle Master, you really gave yourself and our Emei yesterday. Look, everyone respects you."

Wu Yong sighed: "Wuxuan Temple is worthy of being my friend's family in Emei. If it were another sect, I wouldn't have given me any good looks when I performed like this yesterday?"

"Maybe I'll have a contribution." Chai Kunpeng thought of his high spirits last night, which caused seven or eight disciples of Wuxuan Temple to be amazed repeatedly, and he felt extremely happy. He couldn't help but think: Maybe I'm the one who preached it in place. Everyone knows how reliable the uncle of the junior master is.

Wu Yong wondered, "How to say it."

Chai Kunpeng was ready to take credit, but suddenly he thought that in addition to what he should have said last night, there seemed to be something he shouldn't have said, so he hesitated and said, "Am I not a disciple of Emei? Everyone is honored."

"Ha..." Song Yuying, who was standing by, always felt that there were ghosts.

"What you said makes sense." Wu Yong could not refute Chai Kunpeng's words, and patted him on the shoulder, thinking that although this kid was naughty, he had a strong collective consciousness and had a big view of the situation.

The three of them went to Ziyun Peak to perform martial arts stage. At this time, there were already crowds of people. Not only were the teenage disciples who participated in the lecture yesterday, but many young disciples in Wuxuan Temple also came here.

"We weren't late? Sure enough, the martial arts competition is the most attractive! Let's go ahead." Chai Kunpeng had never seen so many people in Emei. He was so excited that he got in.

"Hey!" Wu Yong had no choice but to hold Song Yuying's hand and squeeze in.

"Borrow, borrow, borrow..."

He has tempered his blood and energy and is full of energy. When he drills into it, others are caught off guard and can't stop him.

When he rushed to the front, he realized that the Emei disciples and the Wuxuan Temple disciples did not stand separately today, and everyone was crowded together.

In the field, Dongfang Xiujing stood with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back. Fang Qiong and others surrounded the open space to let them stand.

Wu Yong pulled Song Yuying to Chai Kunpeng and said angrily: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

"This is not going to start soon," Chai Kunpeng said, and browsed at a distance, "Uncle Master, look there."

Wu Yongxun looked over and saw Qiu Baizheng looking at him with an inexplicable smile on his face and bowed his hands.

He shook his head and said, "Don't pay attention."

"Oh..." Chai Kunpeng nodded hesitantly, but looked at the two people talking to him beside Qiu Bai, and said in a strange way: Did those two people be there too last night...

Not as much as he thought about it, Chen Shi was right at that time, Dongfang Xiujing slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and said lightly: "Today is the last day of exchange between our two factions. I know everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time, so I won't go into details."

"Today is a martial arts. If you want to ask someone for advice, you can go to the stage to ask for a name. But it is not necessary to challenge your opponent. If you want to ask for advice from your fellow disciples, you can do so. Of course, the person who is named has the right to refuse, but the premise is that fighting will not hurt people's lives. This is communication. Remember, it is not a death fight! Otherwise, don't blame me for taking action."

He walked to the edge of the martial arts stage, raised his sleeves high and paused, and shook them neatly, shouting: "Start!"

As he finished speaking, the surroundings became more and more noisy, but no one came forward.

Wu Yong participated in this scene for the first time and said curiously: "Is this a cold situation?"

"No, this is getting more and more lively," Song Yuying didn't like this crowded atmosphere very much, so she leaned against Wu Yong.

Chai Kunpeng on the side had already started shouting with everyone.

"Haha... Since everyone is so reserved, let me throw away the bricks and attract jade!" A luxurious young man wearing a Taoist robe in Wuxuan Temple, holding a folding fan with his hand inlaid with gold and jade walked onto the stage and shouted: "Hu Shuyi! Come up quickly, I'm going to have a chance to have a conversation with you today."

"Hey, Ding Shuo... OK, who is afraid of whom." As soon as he finished speaking, another young man with a folding fan also walked onto the stage with his eyebrows raised, and slapped the folding fan in his hand, "Come on!"

This is also a disciple wearing the Wuxuan Temple Taoist robe.

No one expected that it would be two disciples of Wuxuan Temple who came up to compete at home. Everyone applauded, especially the Emei disciples on the sidelines, who found it interesting and applauded warmly, and the atmosphere was extremely hot.

The two bowed.

Ding Shuo kicked his heel first, and the man shot towards the back. At the same time, he made a gesture with his left hand. A ray of water was brewing in his palm. In two or three breaths, he turned into a water spear, shouted clearly, and threw it out.

"Good come!" Hu Shuyi shouted, kicked his legs back, stretched a little distance, and pinched his left hand, and the water light suddenly appeared in his palm, and a water spear appeared, and with a whoosh, he shot away.

Bang!

A sound of a bang.

The water spears hit each other, bursting and splashing water all over the sky, wetting many people on the sidelines.

The two were stunned, and then they cast spells together, and then they formed two water spears again, throwing each other against each other.

Bang!

The ending remains.

Then the two of them re-created water spears...bang...smack...and two more...

It was like a fierce battle, and the two of them threw spears one after another. A competition turned into a competition to compete with whose true energy was deeper.

The disciples outside the field were wet all over, but even so, they were not satisfied with watching it and applauded.

In the end, after shooting more than ten water spears against each other, Hu Shuyi's magic power ended.

Ding Shuo smiled and bowed, "Junior Brother Hu, I am more than you are a little older than you, and my magic power is a little deeper. I'll give it up this time."

Hu Shuyi also smiled and bowed, "Senior Brother Ding, I am not as good as you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, walked together, shook hands and bowed to the audience around.

Wu Yong looked at the black thread and whispered: You two are not dragging you?

Whether it is or not, the atmosphere in the venue was completely mobilized, and people rushed to the stage one after another, and they couldn't stop at all. Even if noon was left.

Dongfang Xiujing kept looking at the venue with a smile.

For him, this is a group of children who have learned Taoism for a while and can do one or two magic tricks. It is said to be a competition, but it is actually just a joke. There is no danger. It is worthy of giving them the reward for sitting safely and listening to the Dharma two days ago.

After all, it is always prohibited to attack fellow disciples in the Five Mysteries Temple. If it is a competition, it must be notarized within the sect. The consequences of private fights are at least confinement, and at worst they are expelled from the sect.

In the afternoon, Qiu Bai saw that the atmosphere in the venue reached a peak, he glanced at Wu Yong from afar and said to the people around him: "It's my place!"

Several people next to him solemnly reminded: "Senior brother, be careful!"

Qiu Bai patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, I will take this person down!"
Chapter completed!