Wang Ai pointed at the crowd: "He, I want to fight him and spar with him!"
Everyone looked in the direction pointed by Wang Ai.
Then he saw that what Wang Ai was pointing at was a short Taoist priest with an unattractive appearance and a pair of big ears.
The little Taoist priest stood behind the crowd watching the battle, with most of his head exposed. If he didn't pay special attention to it, he would probably ignore it at a glance.
"This little fat guy is really sharp-eyed, he actually picked Huai Yi!"
"Oops, this little fat guy is such a thief. Huaiyi, this guy, doesn't seem to be very good at cultivation. He usually doesn't dare to show off. Please don't capsize this time."
"It must have been that Zhiwei asked Huaiyi to do some odd jobs just now, and this little fat guy noticed him. Huaiyi has been honest all day, and has never competed with anyone before. He was actually chosen, so he is a little angry!"
"I'm a little angry. If Huaiyi goes out to fight, if he loses to the second best player of the Lu family just now, to be honest, it won't be embarrassing, but if he loses to this little fat guy in festive clothes, I'm afraid it will be a big deal for him. What a blow."
The fellow disciples at Longhu Mountain were talking a lot about Lin Huaiyi, who never showed his methods, so that they did not know the depth of Lin Huaiyi.
"Senior Brother Zhang, is it inconvenient?" Lu Jin also realized that something was wrong and suggested, "How about choosing someone again?"
"It's not impossible to pick someone again!" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Wang Ai and smiled: "Are you sure you want to pick him? I can give you another chance to choose!"
Give me another chance... When Wang Ai heard this, he immediately felt that he had made the right choice before, and said with excitement:
"That little Taoist priest with big ears, the one who's five feet and a half inches away, that's him, he hasn't changed!"
Hearing this, the brothers and sisters in Longhu Mountain lowered their heads and stood still, worried about Lin Huaiyi.
Zhang Zhiwei smiled, Wang Ai, a fat little man, knew how to pick people.
"In that case, if you are righteous, go up and fight with this Taoist friend from the Wang family!"
"This...that...that's okay!"
Lin Huaiyi in the crowd hesitated for a moment, then walked to the middle of the school field. Although he liked to hide his clumsiness, he could still distinguish the occasion.
The other party wanted to challenge him by name. If he backed down, he would lose not only his own face, but also Longhushan's face.
When the time comes, even if the senior brother doesn't whip him, the master will probably whip him after knowing this.
On the school field, Wang Ai cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Wang Ai of the Wang family, I would like to learn from the little master's tricks!"
Lin Huaiyi also bowed his hands: "I don't dare to be worthy of high merit, the little Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, Lin Huaiyi!"
After saying that, he put on his posture and stood ready, with vigilance in his eyes, anxiety on his face, and an honest look.
Wang Ai smiled and said: "Senior Brother Huaiyi, you are the host, how about you let me take the lead?"
Hearing this, the brothers from the Tianshi Mansion lowered their heads. This little fat guy looked naive, but in fact he was very cunning. He picked a weakling and made such a request. The key is, this request is really true. That makes sense.
Zhang Zhiwei smiled, finally seeing Wang Ai's sinister side, and thought he would always be naive.
However, what can I say about this scene? It can be regarded as a match between two Yins.
"It's unreasonable to pick your opponent first and then take action first. Senior Brother Zhang, do you want me to talk about it?" Lu Jin whispered to Zhang Zhiwei.
Lu Jin also knew the general situation from the conversations of people around him. This little Taoist priest with big ears didn't seem to have very high cultivation level.
He didn't want Wang Ai to go too far, and wanted to leave some dignity to the four families. He wanted to win with dignity, and lose with dignity.
"Not too much, not too much, Lao Lu, have you forgotten which group you belong to?"
Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said that he finally understood why Wang Ai and Lu Ci were getting closer while they were both growing up.
In a sense, it was mainly because Lu Jin was too upright and would not help his relatives when he was in trouble.
And Lu Ci and Wang Ai are not the kind of people with clean butts.
Therefore, even though they grew up together, went to the battlefield together, and had a life-long friendship, they still drifted apart later on.
"Senior Brother Zhang, this kind of competition should be fair!" Lu Jin said.
"It should be fair, but this is a very unfair competition!" Zhang Zhiwei laughed.
"Ah..." Lu Jin didn't quite understand the meaning of Zhang Zhiwei's words.
Zhang Zhiwei continued: "Irrespective of whether it is fair or not, what I mean is that now the four of you are working together. Wang Ai has been defeated. Remember to go up and avenge him!"
It was a very unfair competition. Wang Ai defeated me and took revenge... The words were so straightforward. Lu Jin was not a fool. He immediately understood the meaning of Zhang Zhiwei's words. That unattractive Taoist priest with big ears was not like It looks so simple on the surface.
Lu Jin quickly looked towards the field.
Faced with Wang Ai's unreasonable request to strike first, Lin Huaiyi neither agreed nor refused. He just continued to maintain a boxing stance and looked at Wang Ai nervously, as if he was facing a formidable enemy and was waiting for Wang Ai to strike first.
This attitude was taken as acquiescence by Wang Ai, so he took out the pen and paper he carried with him and wanted to use the secret skill of Shentu.
Wang Ai's cultivation is far behind that of his father, so he has not yet reached the realm of void practice and needs to paint.
In fact, he also had a self-defense picture scroll in his pocket that his father had given him, but after all, it was just a discussion, so he did not use the method his father gave him, but drew it himself.
But he wanted to paint, but Lin Huaiyi didn't give him time to paint. He kicked the ground on the school ground, picked up the dirt and rocks, and kicked it towards Wang Ai. At the same time, he moved quickly and headed towards Wang Ai.
Do you think he is a fool and let the other party take the lead?
Just because he didn't speak, it doesn't mean he agreed!
Lin Huaiyi didn't want to expose too much of his strength, so he planned to use tricks to achieve a quick victory.
"Hey, as promised, you don't follow martial ethics!"
Wang Ai was furious. Just now, he thought that the opponent had promised him to strike first, so he wanted to draw out many methods at once and attack them all. Unexpectedly, as soon as he started writing, the opponent rushed over.
But fortunately, painting on Shentu is not as troublesome as drawing talismans, so even when he just started to draw, Wang Ai drew something, and he grabbed the scroll and shook it violently.
An ink-colored shadow bloomed in the air out of thin air, and then quickly disappeared.
Zhang Zhiwei himself has a keen sense of consciousness, and he has the ability to see through illusions. He can see at a glance that the ink-colored shadow flying out of the painting turned into a blurry three-foot-sized human shape and rushed towards Lin Huaiyi. .
Except for Zhang Zhiwei, although others could not directly see the true appearance of the ink-colored shadow, they could still feel that there was a ball of Qi in the air rushing towards Lin Huaiyi.
Lin Huaiyi naturally felt it too. However, he did not use any means to resist. Instead, he lowered his body like an iron bridge and avoided the attack of the shadow.
"Don't talk about martial arts, just watch the moves!"
Wang Ai shouted angrily, took up the pen, and swayed the ink randomly, and several strange shadows flew out of the scroll.
At this moment, Lin Huaiyi also cast the golden light spell, and his whole body was covered with an extremely weak layer of golden light. It was obvious at a glance that his defense power was extremely poor.
"This golden light spell method is a bit difficult to use!"
"Huaiyi, it's a bit mysterious. Don't force it, just rush over and cut the little fat guy's middle door!"
"Come on! Huaiyi!"
On the sidelines, the brothers were cheering Lin Huaiyi on.
As if he had received a hint from his senior brother, Lin Huaiyi, who had been naive and wanted to use his weak golden light to withstand the attacks of several shadows, suddenly bent his legs and jumped up with a sound, avoiding the attacks of the shadows. With a strike, the whole person turned somersault in the air and rushed in front of Wang Ai.
He snatched the painting brush from Wang Ai's hand, bumped his shoulder and right knee against Wang Ai, took advantage of his unstable center of gravity, grabbed his forearm, snatched his scroll, and then hit him with an elbow. On Wang Ai's throat.
The series of attacks went smoothly, leaving no room for Wang Ai to fight back. The guy in his hand was forgotten, and he didn't even have time to use the protective means left to him by his father.
"Ah...oh oh..."
Wang Ai screamed in pain and wanted to admit defeat, but he was hit with an elbow on the vital part of his throat. Although he was not seriously injured and his muscles and bones were not broken, he could not say the words of surrender.
At this time, the few ink shadows Wang Ai released were chasing Lin Huaiyi.
Lin Huaiyi made a shocked expression and quickly hid behind Wang Ai.
In an instant, those ink-colored shadows had no time to dodge, and they hit Wang Ai's chest one by one, and they all burrowed into his body, causing Wang Ai's eyes to burst with pain.
Seeing this situation, Lu Jin was about to go to the rescue. He knew the shadow's methods. If he really wanted to sit back and do nothing, the fat man would suffer the consequences.
However, Zhang Zhiwei was faster than him. His eyes were focused, and a fire was lit in the void. The shadow that penetrated Wang Ai's body was immediately burned to ashes.
"Huhuhu..."
When the torture was over, Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief, coughed out a large mouthful of blood, and looked at Lin Huaiyi behind him in shock and anger.
I saw Lin Huaiyi standing in the middle of the field, with his hands folded and his head lowered. His specific eyes and expressions could not be seen clearly, and he said:
"Young Master Wang, please accept!"
At this scene, the brothers and sisters in Longhu Mountain were so surprised that they were speechless.
Then cheers erupted.
"Okay, okay!"
"Well done Huaiyi, smart!"
"Use the weak to defeat the strong, use the long to defeat the weak, smart!"
…
The sparring just now was full of calculations. In less than five seconds, Lin Huaiyi used no other means except a thin layer of golden light from beginning to end.
He didn't even use the golden light. He rushed in front of Wang Ai by surprise and beat him up. As for the subsequent cruel attacks, it was Wang Ai's own doing and it was none of his business.
Anyway, from this competition, the brothers only saw Lin Huaiyi's good boxing and kicking skills, but not at all about his true cultivation.
You are still hiding, and you are very good at hiding. It seems that Wang Ai can't force you to do it... Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself and looked at Lu Jin.
At this moment, Lu Jin had already supported Wang Ai and walked back from the field.
Wang Ai had snot and tears all over the floor, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. It was obvious at a glance that the injury was serious, and he spoke indistinctly:
"Lu Jin, you are my playmate. You have to help me get revenge, help me find my place, and help me teach that big rat a lesson. He is cheating on me, he is cheating on me, Lu Jin..."
(End of chapter)
