Urban Strengthening System

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The temporarily divided test venue is not large, only about half a basketball court.

Ye Hong and the sand monk named Ticha have all stood in the venue.

At the edge of the field, the disciples of the inner church and the monks of the sand sect stood on two sides.

Most of the disciples in the Inner Pavilion looked relaxed and natural, as if they were really watching a friendship exchange.

On the other hand, the sand monks focused their eyes on Yehong strangely.

"Ding! Trigger proficient anti-spy capabilities, automatically interfere with target snooping..."

Feeling these weird eyes, Ye Hong glanced at the sand monks without any trace, thinking deeply.

Su Cen seemed to be quite interested, and even acted as a referee.

"Then I declare here...

Friendship, officially started! "

After Su Cen's order, the opposite Ticha didn't attack immediately.

Instead, he sneered in the face, provocating Yehong with the crappy Yan Mandarin: "There was once a Yan Guo who challenged me.

I was beaten, kneel down and beg for mercy.

Like a dog, beg me to spare him. "

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "In the end, the Yan countryman broke my hands and feet.

Just like garbage, throw it out the door. "

When the words came out, there was an uproar around.

All the disciples in the Inner Pavilion who were still grinning all put away their smiley faces, watching Ticha's eyes started to anger.

The atmosphere on both sides of the horse suddenly became tit-for-tat.

Son Pagra still had a gentle smile on his face, as if he didn't hear what Ticha said.

Su Cen glanced at Song Pagra, silently closed his eyes, said nothing.

Because the bosses of both sides did not move, the people underneath just stared at each other without further action.

Ye Hong's eyes narrowed, and there was no wave in his heart.

He knew that this was the routine used by the ancient warriors of the Shawa Kingdom before the war.

First irritate the opponent with words, thereby disturbing the opponent and making mistakes in the battle.

So Ren Tingcha whispered and crooked, but Ye Hong said only a word.

"I didn't expect the Shawa people to talk so much nonsense."

"Oh hey!" Ticha immediately yelled: "I will let you know that our Shawaru Wuwu is the first in Dongzhou!"

When he was speaking, he punched his fist against the night.

With a punch, a sharp scream suddenly sounded in the air, like a cannonball flying in the air.

This momentum instantly discouraged the disciples of the Inner Pavilion from underestimating each other.

What kind of friendship is this? This Ticha is really fun!

"Brother Gu, be careful!"

In the five courtyards of the Inner Pavilion, only the people of the Lan Snake Academy could not wait for Yehong to leave the broom. The other disciples were still on his side, reminding them one after another.

Although this punch is as fast as thunder in the eyes of outsiders, in Ye Hong's eyes it is softer than cotton candy.

Even the sleepiness rises in my heart.

You can easily pick up this ticha if you come alone in Yeblade.

Just to avoid suspicion, Ye Hong could only patiently play with Ti Cha.

After struggling to look serious, Ye Hong started his performance.

Eight Diagrams Boxing, Xingyi Boxing, Tai Chi Boxing...

For a while, He Ticha actually played back and forth.

It was banging and banging.

The people on the sidelines all watched the blood boiling, and kept applauding.

However, Ye Hong felt more and more bored, and had the feeling of playing with a kindergarten child.

When he felt about the same, he casually used tricks and tricks to throw Ticha out of the test venue.

According to the rules, whoever goes out first will lose.

"Master Ticha, accept."

Ye Hong arched his hand with a smile.

"Humph!"

Ticha didn't say anything. After a cold snort, he returned to the ranks of sand monks.

On the side of the Inner Pavilion, warm cheers suddenly broke out.

"Brother Gu, good job!"

"Hey, someone's face was swollen."

The disciples cheered here, but the people in the Lan Snake Academy were more uncomfortable than eating shit.

"Little guy, good!"

Su Cen patted Ye Hong's shoulder hard, and gave thumbs up to Jinli: "Jinzhangyuan's vision is really good!"

"The elders sing praises, it's Brother Gu who is so powerful.

Jinli had a suffocated feeling of being swollen, but still forced to smile.

The nerves on his face seemed to twitch.

The fist in the sleeve squeezed tightly, trembling.

"Sister I told you long ago, don't worry about that guy..."

Moran Ye didn't seem to hear Fakichi's whisper, but looked at Yehong with deep meaning.

The temperature in the purple eyes gradually decreased.

"Hahahaha, the ancient martial arts of the Yan Kingdom. Sure enough, they are well-versed. We in the Shawa Kingdom are willing to worship."

Son Pagra didn't even have any negative emotions because he lost the contest, and he still kept a smile on his face.

"Where and where, Master Ticha is amazing."

There was another scene between Suzen and Songpagra, and this led them to send them down the mountain.

...

At night, a temporary camp under the mountain.

In a tent, Son Pagra and Ticha sat on the futon.

"Ticha, did you get anything?" Song Pagra asked.

At this time, he had long lost the gentle smile in the day.

A somber breath enveloped him in front of the door.

"Return to Azan, the young man named Gu Kang has a complicated routine, and it seems that he is not using the ancient martial arts of the Seven Poisons.

and......"

Seeing Ticha hesitating, Song Pagra immediately said coldly: "And what?"

"And I feel that Gu Kang is not doing his best."

After listening to Ticha, Song Pagra was silent for a while.

Then he said in a cold voice: "That Su Cen is also an old fox. Perhaps he sent such a disciple to hide his eyes and ears, preventing us from snooping on the ancient weapons of the Seven Poisons.

However, this also proves that the Yanwu Ancient Wuwu is indeed more subtle than our Shawaru Ancient Wulai.

Simultaneously......"

Son Pagra grinned his mouth wide, as if the door to **** was wide open, with a cold and evil laugh:

"It's also the main reason why we came to Yan Guo this time!"

"Ticha, how are you preparing?"

"The brothers and sisters have memorized the topography of the Ninth Mountain, and the components of the evade poison have been analyzed, and they can act at any time."

"Very good, after three days, start acting!"

...

Since the match with Ticha, Ye Hong was able to feel that his reputation in the cabinet was rapidly increasing.

In addition to the Lan snake academy, the brothers and sisters of the other academies often visit the Black Toad academy to exchange knowledge on poison refining or ancient martial arts with him.

It's just that his relationship with these teachers and brothers is heating up, but somehow his relationship with Moran Ye has fallen into a freezing point.

To be precise, Moran Yee hasn't seen him much since that day.

Even in the same courtyard building, the two meet no more than once a day.

And when Ye Hong was slightly depressed, the third night before that competition...

One figure after another, quietly dived into the ninth mountain from the ninth mountain.

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