Chapter 188

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohua was getting impatient. But when he looked around, the Misty School disciples didn't have any other expressions on their faces. They just stood there respectfully, occasionally glancing at the end of the aisle.

Zhang Xiaohua immediately felt deep respect for the disciples around him. It was a great compliment to the Misty School in his heart. What was this? This was the result of the Misty School's daily education. Even without the presence of the higher-ups, they were still extremely well-behaved. Zhang Xiaohua was ashamed of his inferiority.

Just as Zhang Xiaohua's imagination was running wild, he saw that the disciples' eyes were focused on the aisle. Zhang Xiaohua also quickly looked in that direction. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua's height was still too short. Many disciples blocked his view. It wasn't until the guests came closer that he could clearly see who had come to visit during the Misty School's martial arts practice.

The person walking in front of the crowd wasn't the Misty School's respected Sect Leader Ou, but an old monk with grey hair and beard. Oh, there was a mistake. His beard and eyebrows were grey. Next to him was Ou Peng, who had a smiling face. Although the old monk was old, he still looked hale and hearty. His back was very straight, and his eyes were squinted. When he looked around, there was a flash of light. From time to time, he would look at the disciples in the square. His expression was very arrogant, and he didn't have the inherent benevolence of a monk.

Ou Peng whispered something to the old monk. The old monk nodded slightly, but didn't reply.

Behind Ou Peng was the Misty School's Deputy Sect Leader Shui Yupeng. Zhang Xiaohua didn't recognize her, but Zhang Xiaohua keenly noticed that Shui Yupeng's expression was a little awkward, a little angry, and a little helpless.

Beside Shui Yupeng were the Six Misty Tigers and other elders. Behind them were the Misty School's Hall Masters and a group of bald monks of different ages.

The slightly older monks put their palms together and said something to the people accompanying them. The younger ones were even younger than Zhang Xiaohua. Although their palms were also put together, their eyes were darting around, curiously looking at the Misty School's square.

When the group of people walked past, Zhang Xiaohua elbowed He Tianshu and asked softly, "Leader He, where do you think these monks came from? What are they doing at the Misty School?"

He Tianshu lowered his voice and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, lower your voice. Their internal energy is profound. Be careful not to be heard."

Zhang Xiaohua closed her mouth and nodded quickly.

He Tianshu said, "The old monk in front is the Dalin Temple's Law Enforcing Elder Chang Geng. He's a well-known figure in Jianghu. I heard that his martial arts are profound, and he doesn't hold back when he fights. He's also a vengeful person. Not only is everyone in the Dalin Temple afraid of him, but even in Jianghu, he's terrifying.

This time, he actually brought a group of monks to our Misty School. It seems like he's holding a grudge. "

"Ah?!

I see. "

Zhang Xiaohua seemed to have understood something as he said, "They are vengeful. Captain He, I believe your Ethereal Sect must have offended them. That's why they came to visit during the Martial Arts Exhibition."

He Tianshu shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. I'm just a small leader in the Pharmacy Hall. I only care about my own herbs. How could I care about such important matters?"

Zhang Xiaohua and the others were making wild guesses in the square.

Ou Peng accompanied Chang Geng to the reed mat shelter. Ou Peng invited Chang Geng to take a seat. Chang Geng opened his eyes and looked at him. He said, "Chief Ou, you don't have to be so polite. This is your Misty School. Naturally, I can't sit here.

Please take a seat. "Ou Peng was humble again and said with a smile," Elder Chang Geng is a senior in the martial arts world. I've admired you for a long time. Counting from my master, you're also my senior. It's only right for you to sit here. Please don't be so polite. "

Chang Geng waved his hand and said, "I'm just an outsider. There's no need to treat me with such etiquette. Moreover, seniority in the martial arts world is very messy. Chief Ou, you don't have to mind. Chief Ou's status in the sect is much higher than mine. It's more suitable for Chief Ou to sit here."

Ou Peng hurriedly said that he did not dare and declined several times. However, Monk Chang Geng was adamant about not taking a seat. After a few rounds, Ou Peng could no longer decline and had no choice but to take a seat. Monk Chang Geng took the seat of honor. The other older monks also took a seat. The other monks stood behind them in order.

After the Dalin Temple's monks sat down, the Misty School's people sat down in order. However, Wen Wenhai, Lu Mingyue, Xue Qing, and the other disciples stood behind them.

After everyone sat down, a disciple served them fragrant tea. Ou Peng smiled and said, "Elder, please have some tea. This fragrant tea is made from the tea tree unique to our sect's Misty Peak. Please have a taste."

Chang Geng didn't stand on ceremony. He tasted two mouthfuls and said, "It's not bad. Although it can't be compared to the Buddhist tea of our Dalin Temple, it can still leave a fragrance in the mouth. It's quite good."

These words sounded very disrespectful, but the Misty School's people in the shed didn't say anything. It wasn't clear if they were too angry to say anything, or if they were touched by his words.

Shui Yupeng looked at the tepid crowd and said, "I've heard that the Dalin Temple's people are all eminent monks who have achieved the Dao. The world is empty. Why are you so greedy for food?"

Chang Geng gave Shui Yupeng a sideways glance and asked in a low voice, "May I know who this is?"

Ou Peng hurriedly introduced, "This is Shui Yupeng from our Misty School. She's the deputy chief."

When Monk Chang Geng heard this, he seemed to have already understood. An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said, "An eminent monk who has attained the Dao naturally does not desire good food. I have never flaunted myself as someone who has attained the Dao."

Shui Yupeng's heart skipped a beat when she heard the ambiguous words. She lowered her eyebrows and didn't say anything.

Ou Peng also knew that things were not going well. He smiled apologetically and said, "Great Master Chang Geng, you've never been to our sect before. Would you like to stay for a few more days so that we can do our best as hosts?"

Chang Geng still said in the same tone, "That's not necessary. I'm here to admire the grandeur of your sect's Martial Arts Exhibition. I'm also here to exchange martial arts with your sect. You and I are both big sects in Jianghu. Exchanges can also promote the development of martial arts and strengthen the friendship between the two sects. Don't you think so, Chief Ou?"

Ou Peng thought, 'Oh no, he's really here to cause trouble.'

However, he didn't dare to show any change in his expression. He only said, "The Dalin Temple's position in Jianghu is something that our Misty School can't compare to. It's better to learn from the Dalin Temple. I don't dare to say anything about this exchange."

Chang Geng waved his hand and said, "We're all from the martial arts world, so we know each other's background. Chief Ou, you don't have to be so polite.

This time, I've only brought a few good-for-nothing monks to exchange pointers with your sect's plain-clothed disciples. They're not worthy of your attention. "

Ou Peng was stunned. He asked, "What do you mean?"

Chang Geng explained, "The Dalin Temple and the Misty School are both sects with inheritances. We've known each other for thousands of years, so there's no need for us to fight to the death. Moreover, with our skills, if we want to exchange pointers, there's no need to be so calculative in this Martial Arts Exhibition. I heard that your sect's Martial Arts Exhibition is an advancement competition, so I brought a group of disciples of similar age to join in the fun. Let the younger disciples compete with each other while you and I watch from the side. Isn't that great?"

Ou Peng came to a realization. The Dalin Temple's action was probably to test the strength of the Ethereal Sect's low-ranking disciples. Winning or losing this competition was inappropriate. If he won, he would gain face and boost the strength of his sect's disciples, but it would also attract the attention of the Dalin Temple. However, if he lost, he would be slapping his own face. Others had come to his doorstep to bully him. If news of this spread to the Pugilistic World, the Ethereal Sect's reputation would be ruined.

But now, Chang Geng had come in such a hurry that he was caught off guard. He didn't have enough time to prepare. Fortunately, they had only just started the plain-clothed disciples' challenge. The other stages hadn't started yet, so he had to deal with them first.

Ou Peng winked at Zhang Chengyue and said to Chang Geng, "Master, you've come at a bad time. The plain-clothed disciples' challenge is coming to an end. Now, there's only one competition in each arena. How do you plan to participate?"

Chang Geng squeezed out a smile and said, "It's fine as long as there's a competition. I've brought a few young children to test their skills in the arena. It's also a way to improve their relationship with your sect's disciples."

Ou Peng saw that Chang Geng was insistent on the competition and felt helpless. He probed, "Master, what are the rules for this competition?"

Chang Geng flicked his sleeves and said, "Since it's a competition, there can't be any injuries. If there's a mistake, it'll be considered a failure and you'll be punished severely. There's no time limit for this competition. Only a victory or defeat can arouse the desire to win.

Chief Ou, what do you think? "

Ou Peng smiled bitterly and said, "Master, you're right. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. Of course, there can't be any injuries.

However, what I mean is, on my arena, there are plain-clothed disciples' challenge and plain-clothed disciples' challenge. How will your sect's disciples participate? "

"Oh, I see."

Chang Geng thought for a moment and said, "That's easy. Let the plain-clothed disciples compete with our disciples. If our disciples are lucky enough to win, it'll be considered that your sect's plain-clothed disciples have failed the challenge. If your sect's plain-clothed disciples win, it'll be considered that your sect's disciples have passed the challenge.

What do you think? "

When Ou Peng heard this, he felt indignant. 'Where did this come from? You've already said that Shi brought a low-level disciple here, which is the standard of our plain-clothed disciples. Now, you want to replace our plain-clothed disciples to test the standard of our plain-clothed disciples?

If our plain-clothed disciples win, it'll be considered a success. What kind of success is your success? But if our plain-clothed disciples lose, it'll be good. Our plain-clothed disciples are no match for the Dalin Temple's low-level disciples. '

'Regardless of whether the Dalin Temple's monks win or lose, our Misty School's disciples won't be at an advantage.'

Although Ou Peng was cursing in his heart, he still had a smile on his face. Although his martial arts had improved greatly and he was confident that he could fight against this famous monk, it would have a huge impact on the Misty School. For the time being, the Misty School didn't have the strength to fight against a super sect like the Dalin Temple. What they needed to do now was to not attract their attention and develop rapidly. Only when their strength reached a certain level would they reveal their ferocious side.

If they were to fall out with Monk Chang Geng now, the Ethereal Sect would be facing an unprecedented calamity if their trump card was exposed.

Thinking of this, Ou Peng asked again, "Then what are the rules for the other disciples' matches?"

Chang Geng chuckled and said, "Let's see how the younger generation matches up first. How about that?"

Ou Peng nodded and said, "I'll follow the master's instructions."

Then, he instructed Zhang Chengyue, "Chengyue, according to the master's instructions, go and make the arrangements."

After Zhang Chengyue saluted, he said to the group of young monks behind him, "Disciples who want to participate in our sect's Level One Cotton Robe Challenge, please follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, three young monks walked out from the group of young monks. They looked to be around ten years old, which was the same age as the Misty School's disciples. Looking at the situation, Chang Geng must have already made arrangements. Zhang Chengyue couldn't help but think, "It seems like this bald donkey came prepared. The remaining disciples of the Misty School are going to make a fool of themselves."

Although the rules had been set that there couldn't be any casualties, the possibility of an accident happening in the match was too high. If there was a mistake, it would only be considered a failure and they would be severely punished. What kind of punishment was this severe punishment?

It didn't seem like it was explicitly stated just now.

Even if there weren't any casualties, as long as you were thrown off the arena in a sorry state, not only the disciples themselves, but even the Misty School's reputation would be lost.

Zhang Chengyue led the three young monks to the front of the arena and said, "Young masters, there are five arenas. There are five matches for the Misty School's disciples. You can choose any one of them."

After saying that, he floated onto the arena and used his inner strength to explain the rules of the match to the disciples in the square. If it were any other day, Zhang Chengyue's words would definitely cause a commotion. However, there were outsiders present now. It was obvious that they were here to cause trouble. The disciples already had a common hatred, so why would they break the rules?

Seeing that the disciples weren't as noisy and noisy as he expected, Zhang Chengyue nodded and said, "Let's invite the disciples of the five arenas who are ready to challenge the Misty School's disciples to come up."

After saying that, three bald monks jumped up from the arena and somersaulted a few times before landing on arenas number one, number four, and number five.

Seeing that the three monks were standing still, the disciples of number two and number three also floated onto the arena.

When these people stood on the arena, four figures flew out from the crowd and landed on arenas number one to number four. These four figures seemed to be showing off their lightness skills, but also seemed to be deliberately provoking them. Their figures flew high and fluttered, causing a burst of cheers from below the arena.

In fact, if these four disciples' lightness skills were good, it might not be so. It was just that they looked better than the bald monks on the arena, so naturally they would be cheered. Moreover, the Misty School was known for its lightness skills. It was better than the Dalin Temple, so it could be considered as taking the lead and suppressing the monks in terms of momentum.

Zhang Chengyue stood on the first arena and smiled at the disciple in front of him. The disciple had a simple and honest face, thick limbs, and a small face, but was almost as tall as him. He asked, "Number twelve, what's your name?"

Number twelve replied in a muffled voice, "I'm Young Eagle Cousin's disciple, Tang Shi."

When Zhang Chengyue heard this, he nodded and said, "Good, Tang Shi, I'll remember your name. Are you ready?"

Tang Shi nodded.

Zhang Chengyue said in a clear voice, "Good, let the competition begin."

After saying that, he was about to float down when he heard a voice from the side, "Wait, wait, I haven't gone up yet. Wait a moment."

The disciples on arenas number one to four were already prepared. When Zhang Chengyue gave the order, the four pairs of disciples had already started competing. How could they have the leisure to listen to the sounds from the other arenas?

Only Zhang Chengyue looked at the fifth arena to the side in puzzlement.

Of course, on that arena, there was a monk wearing a white monk robe standing alone. He was puzzled with his palms together and muttering something under his breath as he looked down the arena.

Zhang Chengyue looked down the arena again, at the place where the voice came from, and couldn't help but be even more surprised.

Weren't the two brothers Zhang Xiaohua and Zhang Xiaohu running over from the crowd?

Zhang Xiaohu was carrying something like a ladder on his back. Zhang Xiaohua was running in front and had already reached the bottom of the arena.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the disciples, Zhang Xiaohu put the ladder on the side of the arena. Zhang Xiaohua used both hands and feet to nimbly and lightly climb up the arena.

Zhang Chengyue, who was standing at the edge of the first arena, was dumbfounded. He didn't know what this meant.

He used his qinggong to jump onto the fifth arena, frowned and scolded, "Zhang Xiaohua, what are you doing here?

This is the challenge of the martial arts exhibition … "

Before Zhang Chengyue finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something and asked in disbelief, "Could it be that you are the legendary number two hundred and fifty?"

Zhang Xiaohua touched the back of her head and said embarrassedly, "That's me, I am contestant number two hundred and fifty."

Zhang Chengyue was a little puzzled and asked, "Why didn't you stay at Huan Xi Mountain Manor? Why did you come to the martial arts exhibition?"

But, just as he asked, he immediately said, "Forget it, now isn't the time to talk about the reason. You've heard what I said just now right? Now your opponent has changed to this young master from the Dalin Temple. If you can defeat him, then even if the challenge is successful, although you won't be able to truly become a commoner second rank disciple of my Misty School, but with the Sect Leader, I reckon you won't be lacking in benefits.

Are you confident? "

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she immediately puffed out her small chest and said, "This, I'm not confident."

Zhang Chengyue smiled and said, "Good, good, as expected of …" But before he finished speaking, he suddenly understood and hurriedly changed his words, "What?

You're actually not confident? "

Zhang Xiaohua said in shame, "This, if it's a draw, then I have some confidence. But if I win, it's really hard to say.

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When Zhang Chengyue heard this, he thought to himself, "This is the truth. He's only been practicing martial arts for a few years, even younger than a commoner first rank disciple. How can he be a match for these carefully selected disciples of the Dalin Temple?"

Immediately, he patted his shoulder and said, "No matter, we can compete in style and skill."

Finished speaking, he jumped off the arena and walked towards the reed mat shelter.

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