Wait a minute, heroine

Huhu~~~

The breeze stirred up wrinkles on Yingyue Lake, and also picked up the black robe outside Shijian Hall.

Shijiantang was paved with white stone floor tiles, and the edge was the lake shore. At this time, all the guests within a ten-foot radius retreated, leaving only Yejingtang standing in front of the door with his hands behind his back.

The sun was setting in the west, and the beautiful Yingyue Lake was already full of people. Half of them were disciples of the Zhou family, and the other half were their attendants and nephews who came to celebrate their birthdays.

Most of the famous celebrities who were originally sitting in Shijian Hall came out, talking in low voices, waiting for the turmoil to begin.

The silent and solemn atmosphere made the Zhou family disciples who were originally angry or confident slowly turned into nervousness and kept looking at Chaolu Mountain behind them.

Ye Jingtang wore a bamboo hat and stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. His mind was not on the current arena, but looking at Shijiantang behind the crowd.

Just now, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure at the window, looking at him in Shijian Hall.

But when he looked over, the figure disappeared from the window, and he couldn't see who it was.

He didn't know many people in the Ye Jing Hall, and the only one he saw there was Xuanyuan Hongzhi in front of the door. If he could feel this way, he must have some acquaintances in the hall.

But with so much attention at the moment, it was hard for him to go in and take a closer look, so he could only suppress his thoughts and wait quietly for the Zhou family to arrive.

"I'm coming……"

"Brother Jian, long time no see."

"Young Master Xuanyuan, you are so polite..."

…

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was some noise from the lakeside.

Ye Jingtang turned around and saw that Zhou Huaili was smiling, saying hello to his waiting friends, and walking towards Shijiantang.

Behind Zhou Huaili were two young men.

A man in his early twenties, dressed in a brocade robe and handsome in appearance, he could tell at a glance that he came from a noble family.

The other one looked twenty-five or sixty-six, holding a long black sheath sword in his hand, smiling peacefully, greeting friends along the way, and looking like a wanderer.

Soon, Zhou Huaili arrived outside the main entrance of Shijian Hall and raised his hand to introduce:

"These two people are my eldest disciple Jian Yuhua and my second son Zhou Ying. Everyone is familiar with them. This is the first time that my nephew appears. None of you here know the details, but I am afraid that my nephew knows the depth of Yuhua. For the sake of fairness, , let Zhou Ying play first to warm up my nephew, does my nephew have any opinions?"

Zhou Huaili's approach was equivalent to letting Zhou Ying test the waters and show Jian Yuhua the strength of his opponent.

This move is also considered to be in compliance with the rules. When people who are ignorant of the world come to visit the hall, it is etiquette to 'if you want to see the real Buddha, go to the door god first'.

However, Zhou Ying is the most talented member of the Zhou family. Although he is not as strong as Jian Yuhua, he is still considered a leader among the younger generation. Zhou Huaili's move is suspected of being a 'two-on-one' battle.

Everyone at the lakeside looked at the young master of Honghualou with different eyes.

Ye Jingtang's response was quite straightforward: "I don't mind if Master Zhou asks them both to come together."

"oh……"

The famous celebrities in front of the hall felt that Ye Silang was a little too crazy and secretly frowned.

Zhou Huaili's face was slightly cold, he said no more and tilted his head.

Although Zhou Ying is not as good as his senior brother Jian Yuhua, he is still a contemporary leader of the Zhou family. Seeing Honghualou being so arrogant, he pulled out his sword, held it upside down in his hand, and walked down the steps:

"I hope Brother Ye's skills are stronger than his words."

Ye Jingtang didn't say anything and only raised his right hand.

Chen Yuanqing, who was standing under the round platform, saw this and threw an eyebrow-level stick into the hands of Ye Jingtang.

Zheyunli, who was observing secretly from the window in the hall, was baffled when he saw this:

"Don't Honghualou use a big gun? Why give him an eyebrow-leveling stick? How can Ye...Ye Silang hit him?"

Luo Ning had no intention of paying attention to the arena, her eyes flickered, and she explained casually:

"A spear can easily reach eight feet, and it is naturally 30% stronger than a short-hand soldier. At the same level, even a single shot with a single sword will lead to a narrow escape. Before becoming famous, the old spear master used to compete with others. In order not to bully others, he likes to use an eyebrow-level stick."

"oh……"

Everyone in front of the hall was talking about this matter.

Zhou Ying felt Ye Jingtang's contempt and said coldly with his sword:

"Are you sure you don't want a gun?"

Ye Jingtang held his back with one hand and pointed diagonally at the ground with the stick in his right hand:

"It's not necessary to hit you."

"..."

call--

The breeze swept across the lake, and the silence outside Shijian Hall became a little more smelly.

Zhou Ying's eyes were quite displeased, but he didn't raise his eyebrows. He took a stance with his sword and pressed towards the Night Terror Hall leisurely.

Tread, tap, tap tap...

The figure seemed to be unhurried, but the speed was getting faster and faster, and soon he was three feet in front of the Night Terror Hall.

Seeing that Ye Jingtang Tuoda had not yet taken a stance, Zhou Ying swayed and slid to the right rather strangely. The three-foot sharp blade in his hand stabbed Ye Jingtang under the arm with lightning speed.

Sa——

There was a flash of cold light outside Shijian Hall, and the sound of a sword piercing the air was heard!

Zhou Ying's move is extremely tricky. If he reacts a little slowly, he will be passed over by a feint, and he will be hit by a slow counterattack.

The Night Terror Hall has not yet put away its stick and put on a posture. In the eyes of the celebrities in front of the hall, it is completely seeking death.

But soon, everyone’s eyes turned to surprise!

Tap tap tap...

When a sword struck, Ye Jingtang stepped back at the same time. His body was not hurried or slow, just in time to avoid the edge of the sword. He slid back the eyebrow-level stick in his hand until he held the tail of the stick with one hand.

Boom~

The tip of the stick hits the ground.

Zhou Ying was worthy of being born into a famous family in the world, and his knowledge was far beyond that of a young man in the world. When he saw this scene, he secretly thought something was wrong and immediately sheathed his sword and retreated.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

Poof——

Outside the Shijian Hall, there was a sudden explosion!

Ye Jingtang's clothes shook violently, his waist and abdomen tensed up from the ground, and he held a stick in one hand as if he was splitting the Huashan Mountain, and he slashed forward boldly!

call--

Some dust on the white stone ground was instantly stirred up at this moment, and even the many Jianghu guests standing outside Shijian Hall had their robes, beards and hair blown by the strong wind.

When everyone in front of the hall saw this scene, their eyelids jumped suddenly.

Zhou Ying never expected that the opponent's explosive power would be so powerful. Before he could even withdraw even half a step, the powerful and heavy eyebrow-level stick had already reached his head, so he had to hastily raise his sword horizontally.

clang--

There was a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing!

The sword carefully crafted by Shuiyun Jiantan turned into noodles under the heavy stick. It did not have any blocking effect, and the sword and stick hit the chest together.

Bang——

In the muffled sound, the chest of Zhou Ying's robe was immediately shattered, and the curved sword hit the flesh of his chest, instantly pressing the bleeding groove and causing a bloody mist!

"cough--"

Under the heavy blow, Zhou Ying hit the ground directly with his sword, letting out a muffled cough, the ground shook, and the lake below the stage was rippled.

Wow~~

After the blow, the wind in Shijiantang suddenly stopped, leaving only a wave of water slowly spreading towards the center of the lake!

Ye Jingtang held an eyebrow-level stick in one hand and pointed it at Zhou Ying's throat, who was about to lift him up:

"Am I tough with my hands, or am I tough with my words?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Ying's chest and robe were instantly stained with blood red. He coughed several times as his throat was pressed, and he abandoned his sword and raised his hand.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

He bent the sword and bounced it several times on the ground.

Ye Jingtang snorted lightly, raised his eyebrow-level stick, and pointed at Jian Yuhua behind many famous figures in the world:

"Next."

"Buzz..."

It was only then that everyone at the lake came to their senses and let out a cry of surprise and uncertainty.

Even Luo Ning in the window temporarily suppressed the distracting thoughts of being deceived by the heartless man, her eyes were surprised, she did not expect that the little thief's marksmanship could be so good.

She could see the power of the 'Yellow Dragon Lying Down' move just now, and she obviously kept her hands when she hit it.

If Zhou Ying didn't hold back, a row of ribs would have been broken. Not to mention coughing, he would have died suddenly on the spot before he could react.

The celebrities in front of the hall also noticed this.

They knew that Honghualou was coming fiercely, so they must have confidence, but they didn't expect that the young master who came out of the blue would have such a solid foundation.

Not to mention the juniors like Zhou Ying and Jian Yuhua, even the old masters such as Sanjue Xianweng are not sure whether they can deal with this kid in person. What can the Zhou family do with this guy?

There was silence outside Shijian Hall.

The expressions on the onlookers' faces changed from surprise to weirdness. From the corner of their eyes, they looked at Zhou Huaili and Jian Yuhua next to him!