The guests all stopped talking and turned their attention to Zhong Yewu. Everyone could tell that Mustache was deliberately looking for trouble.
Although Zhong Yewu was angry, he was not carried away by it.
He squinted his eyes and looked at his mustache, and said in a deep voice: "What you say is a bit unreasonable, right? I'm still asking for the price, is it your turn?"
Zhao Lin walked to Zhong Yewu, and Xiang Bao and Li Liang also followed.
"what happened?"
Xiang Bao asked in a low voice. He was standing far away just now and didn't understand what happened.
"Perhaps they recognized that we are from Dai Viet and wanted to provoke them."
Zhao Lin said calmly.
At this time, five Lotus Sect disciples also came over, and the two sides vaguely formed a confrontation.
Mustache has already seen that three of the four Zhong Yewu are in the early stages of the blood realm, and only Zhao Lin is in the first level of the blood realm.
My side had the upper hand in both numbers and cultivation, and I felt confident. I said disapprovingly: "You have been asking for a long time, but you didn't say you wanted to buy it, and you didn't ask the price. Who knows if you are just talking nonsense."
Xiang Bao had a bad temper and was about to get angry when he heard that. Zhao Lin patted him on the shoulder and told him not to be impulsive. He took a step forward and said loudly:
"Everyone, this is the first time for us to come to Xiuzhao. I heard that Xiuzhao, like Dai Viet in the Central Plains, is also a country of etiquette."
"I didn't expect him to be famous after meeting him. He doesn't even understand the principle of a gentleman not to take away people's favor."
After saying that, he shook his head in disappointment.
Mustache was choked to the point of speechlessness, and was stunned for a moment.
At this time, a person behind him sneered: "We are warriors, we don't have so many rules. You want to buy it, okay! Ask the store if he can sell it to you?"
Upon hearing this, Mustache immediately became energetic, pointed at the clerk and said, "Who do you want to sell it to?"
"ah……"
The guy is just an ordinary person. He can't afford to offend either party. How dare he answer this life-threatening question? He stumbled and said: "This... I don't know."
Mustache said proudly: "How's it going? The store didn't even say it would be sold to you."
"It's useless to say more. Since we are all warriors, just follow the rules of warriors and push hands!"
Several Lotus Sect disciples also said: "Yes, push hands! Whoever wins gets it."
"Do you dare?"
Zhong Yewu was stunned, not expecting that the other party would make this request.
Push hands is a way for martial artists to compete.
The rules are very simple. Both parties stand face to face and push out a palm at the same time. Whoever makes the move loses.
If both of them move, it depends on who takes fewer steps back.
There is only one limit, hold the energy in but not spit it out to prevent hurting the opponent or others.
This kind of fighting method is relatively elegant, so it is also called literary fighting.
"Okay, let's compete!"
Zhong Yewu could see that Mustache was at the first level of the blood realm, but he practiced Jin Zhong Jin and was good at strength. He was not shy at all, so he agreed immediately.
"If I win, the mother-child sword will be mine."
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Mustache thought he had a plan and chuckled.
When everyone present heard this, they all became interested and gathered around, leaving an open space in the middle for the two to compete.
Zhong Yewu strode to the field and said to Mustache: "Sign up."
Mustache said proudly: "Lotus Sect, Huang Ze."
Zhong Yewu Yan also simply said: "Xingyun Sect, Zhong Yewu."
The two of them stood facing each other and put on a posture. The mustache raised his hand and pointed at the waiter just now and said: "You, come here and count."
The waiter was quietly moving out, but he didn't escape, so he walked back with a grimace, pinched his thigh hard, and shouted: "One, two, three!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Yewu and Xiaozhu launched a palm attack at the same time.
The two palms touched each other, Zhong Yewu's body swayed, and his feet did not move even half a step.
However, Mustache leaned up, unable to stand still, and stepped out with one foot.
"Concession!"
Zhong Yewu smiled slightly, turned around and looked at Zhao Lin and the others.
Mustache's expression changed drastically. He thought that since his cultivation level was one level higher, he would definitely win this battle, but he didn't expect that Zhong Yewu was not only as strong as an ox, but also had metal energy, which was perfect for restraining his natural energy.
The moment his palms touched each other, the opponent's energy rushed into his body like a spear. He only felt pain in his palms and numbness in his arms.
Zhong Yewu put away his smile, stretched out his hand and said to the waiter: "Bring me the sword!"
"etc!"
Mustache couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't use my full strength just now. Let's compete again."
Zhong Yewu's face darkened and he glanced sideways at him, "What were you talking about before?"
Mustache quibbled: "If you lose, it's yours, but I didn't tell you how many times we'll compete. We win two out of three games."
Zhao Lin shook his head secretly. Pushing hands is different from fighting with fists and kicks. The competition is about strength. If you lose once, you will never win again.
Zhong Yewu naturally understood this truth and sighed deliberately, "Well, then I will beat you until you are convinced."
The two sides stood up again and competed again.
In the end, Zhong Yewu still won, and won more simply. He staggered his mustache and almost fell down.
The Lotus Sect disciples who were watching the battle felt that they had lost face, and their faces became ugly, but no one dared to speak out.
Although there are people at the first level of the Blood Realm among them, their pushing skills are not as good as that of Mustache, so they know that they are no match for Zhong Yewu.
Xiang Bao was so relieved that he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Are we going to compete again? How about we win three out of five games?"
After hearing this, someone in the crowd burst out laughing.
The mustache was so angry that his face was turning blue and white.
Zhong Yewu laughed and said to the waiter: "Bring me the sword!"
The guy didn't dare to move, he mumbled and didn't know what to do.
"Wait!"
A young man stepped out from the crowd, with sharp eyes, a straight nose and thin lips. There were three emerald green bamboos embroidered under the collar on his left shoulder.
"Senior Brother Taiqing!"
Everyone in the Lotus Sect was refreshed and spoke excitedly.
A young man named Taiqing walked slowly up to Zhong Yewu, cupped his hands and said, "I am Li Taiqing, nice to meet you!"
The Qi and blood in every gesture of his hands and feet were thick and strong, showing his cultivation level at the second level of Blood Realm.
Zhao Lin's heart moved. Xiuzhao had two major sects, one was the Lotus Sect and the other was the Green Bamboo Sect.
This young man named Li Taiqing has three green bamboos embroidered on his chest. He must be from the Qingzhu Sect and the same Xiuzhao Sect. It is no wonder that he stands up for the Lotus Sect.
Zhong Yewu saw the other party's cultivation level, and couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart.
It's easy to say that it's one level behind, but it's more difficult if it's two levels behind. Moreover, the other party's expression is calm, and he is obviously well prepared.
"Isn't it good to play wheel fighting? Besides, does this matter have anything to do with you?"
Li Taiqing smiled slightly and said, "Friends from Dai Viet have come all the way to compete in martial arts. It's okay, right? In this way, no matter you win or lose, the mother-child sword will be yours!"
Zhao Lin frowned slightly, thinking that this person may sound grand on the surface, but he is actually very scheming.
If Zhong Yewu refuses to fight, he will show his cowardice, but if he loses, will he still have the nerve to take away the Zimu Sword?
(End of chapter)
