The elder of the Iron Crown Sect sipped his tea. But in his mind, he was thoughtful, and the figure of a young disciple faintly appeared. After all, he was a disciple of his own sect, and the elders of the Iron Crown Sect were more familiar with him than the elders of the Iron Sword Sect.
However, even he didn't recognize the "suspicious" disciple in his memory.
"It's very unfamiliar, maybe it's a new disciple. I'll ask later..."
The elder of the Iron Crown Sect secretly thought in his heart.
This left only the last battle. The elders of the two sects had no intention of talking, and each grabbed a cup on the table and drank tea.
It seemed so harmonious to outsiders that they might even have the illusion that the following fight was the decision of the disciples themselves. As everyone knows, it was a good thing that the two did not fight.
"I hope Song Yi (Zhao Hua) can win the last game!"
The same thought passed through their minds!
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When Yang Ji arrived at Zhao Hua's palace, he realized where so many people from the Iron Sword Sect had gone. Many disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were surrounded by a young man with a handsome face, extraordinary bearing, and a leadership style.
He and the people around Zhao Hua were very different from each other, and they were at odds with each other.
"This person is probably Song Yi."
Yang Ji thought to himself and looked at him quietly for a few times. It has to be said that from a facial appearance alone, Song Yi's appearance is indeed much better than that of Zhao Hua.
The atmosphere in the hall was a bit strange. Yang Ji and Zhang Li walked in without attracting anyone's attention. Only Zhao Hua glanced over calmly, slightly surprised, and gave him a look of "do it yourself", and then
He quickly turned his head away.
——He really has no time to greet Yang Ji at this time.
Yang Ji remained calm, leaning against the corner and merging with Zhang Li into a famous disciple of the Iron Sword Sect behind Zhao Hua.
"Senior Brother Yang."
Everyone around him greeted him quietly, and Yang Ji nodded in return.
"The two of them...don't know what they are doing."
Yang Ji frowned slightly. The Iron Sword sect's people had been going up the mountain for some time. Yang Ji originally might have been too late when he came over, and the two of them had already started fighting.
Or at least, there will be some conflicts.
But in fact, except for the disciples below, Zhao Hua and Song Yi didn't look hostile at all. It was like two familiar people invited to have tea together.
In the entire hall, time seemed to have frozen. Yang Ji didn't even know how long they had been waiting in this state.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
Just when Yang Ji was confused, bursts of footsteps came from outside the hall. In the blink of an eye, a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect wearing black cloth and a sword hanging from his waist hurriedly walked in. He took a look inside the hall.
He immediately walked to Song Yi and whispered a few words.
Yang Ji looked carefully. Although Song Yi remained graceful and calm on the surface, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch and his expression changed slightly.
"It turns out he was waiting for news from outside."
Yang Ji understood instantly. The grudge between Song Yi and Zhao Hua was far from being as simple as the grudge between two people. It also involved the competition between the two sects.
Moreover, along the way, Song Yi could not have been unaware of the provocations and humiliating plans of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect.
"One move can affect the whole body. This Song Yi is waiting to cooperate with the actions outside."
Yang Ji's heart suddenly became clear.
Just a few breaths later, another Iron Sword Sect disciple under Zhao Hua walked in quickly, walked directly around Zhao Hua, and whispered in his ear.
"Hahaha, Song Yi, you lost this round."
Zhao Hua flicked his sleeves and laughed, breaking the silence of the hall. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!