While Yi Xifeng and Qi Chengcheng were discussing grilled fish, an unruly voice came from the side.
"Qi Chengcheng, with your three-legged cat skills, it's better not to show off your embarrassment. Performing martial arts competitions cannot be done with money."
At this time, a tall and thin boy walked from the river. He had fair skin, sharp eyes, slightly thin lips, and a nose as strong as an eagle. He was Lin Lei who had suffered a big loss at the hands of Yi Xifeng.
Qi Chengcheng didn't care about the harshness in Lin Lei's words. He found a stone to sit on and said with a smile:
"That's me. I will enjoy my life, as long as I work hard enough to save my life. Who is like you, crawling into the woods all day long, competing with wild boars all day long?"
Hearing Qi Chengcheng's words, Lin Fenghuo couldn't help laughing. People around him also suppressed their laughter, but Lin Lei's face looked a little ugly.
Although Qi Chengcheng was laughing at everyone, from what he did when he went down to the river to catch fish until now, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this person was a talkative, but he didn't have a bad heart. The words of ridicule were not intended to be humiliating. What he said was what he thought in his heart, which was fair and honest.
It's just that Lin Lei wanted to humiliate Qi Chengcheng, but he was laughed at instead.
Moreover, the shirtless boy said "you" instead of just targeting Lin Lei, which made it difficult for him to have another attack.
The gloomy young man glanced at Yi Xifeng and gave him a malicious smile, but did not say a word to him.
The fair boy understood the meaning of this smile, and he also knew how powerful his opponent was.
Lin Lei is three years older than Yi Xifeng. Three years ago, Li Chengqian forced him to hunt wolves in the deciduous forest.
Although the fair-skinned young man did not understand the process, thinking about the figure that day when the boy walked towards the deciduous forest as if he were mourning his heir, the process of hunting wolves would definitely not be as easy as hunting three deciduous wolves when he was eight years old.
But Linley still survived, which proved his talent and fortune. It's also been three years. I believe that Linley three years later will be as different as the unruly young man he once was.
But Yi Xifeng is equally confident in his hard work over the past three years. Although he is not sure of victory, he is no longer afraid of any challenges from his peers.
The place suddenly became quiet, and naturally no one would break the calm for no reason. Lin Fenghuo and Qi Chengcheng knew each other, so they naturally came over to help clean up the caught fish, while Lin Lei stood alone by the river, holding a knife.
Only then did Yi Xifeng have time to observe the other people. Lin Fenghuo, while lighting the fire, introduced it to Yi Xifeng in a low voice.
"Qi Chengcheng is the youngest son of the third elder and the only son. To be precise, he is of the same generation as Coach Cheng Qian, so he has always played by himself since he was a child. You have never seen him. Me too. I met him once when I was very young, when he was still a crybaby." Lin Fenghuo said with an old-fashioned look.
After listening to Lin Fenghuo's words, Yi Xifeng thought to himself: When I first came here, didn't you also have a runny nose all day long, follow me with a stick, and clamor for horseback riding and fighting? Later, I got really tired of hearing this and started soloing with you with a stick. From then on... you grew up and stopped talking about riding horses and fighting, and started practicing swordsmanship.
Thinking of this, Yi Xifeng couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and stared at Lin Fenghuo with the eyes of an experienced person.
Lin Fenghuo felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Yi Xifeng, and continued: "Lin Lei, let alone that big nose, he looked like a bird three years ago. But don't underestimate him, I estimate that he is the strongest among the seven of us. He should be able to enter the top three. He is the grandson of the great elder. Due to the relationship between my grandfather and the great elder, Lin Lei usually won’t embarrass me, but for you, hey, you have to be careful."
Yi Xifeng smiled and did not answer.
Lin Fenghuo continued, "The man wearing animal skins, his name is Wang Bodang, he is about the same age as Lin Lei. He is Mr. Wang's distant nephew. The whole family is a hunter. I heard from my father that he is old Dad is a very powerful hunter in our village. His family's Ten Thousand Beasts Fist combined with the Wu Qin Xi Kung Fu is even more powerful than some of the Five Elements Kung Fu." Lin Fenghuo shifted his gaze and looked at the man sitting cross-legged on the stone. A young man meditating.
This young man is tall, over 1.7 meters tall at the age of only eleven. If it weren't for the fact that his face still has a hint of childishness, no one would object if he was said to be fourteen or fifteen years old.
Lin Fenghuo then pointed to another person and said: "His name is Zhao Long. He is the oldest among us. He is twelve years old this year. He is also the strongest." Following Lin Fenghuo's fingers, he looked at this person A boy he hadn't noticed before.
This young man wore a bamboo hat, a raincoat, and two straight knives at his waist, dressed like a strong man.
He lowered his bamboo hat so that no one could see his face. He leaned against a boulder by the river and held a simple fishing rod in his hand, which seemed to be made of a branch just broken off from the forest.
Yi Xifeng chuckled and said, "There are really more and more interesting people."
Finally, Yi Xifeng's eyes moved to the last person sitting not far behind them.
If we say that the most eye-catching and lively person here is undoubtedly Qi Chengcheng, whether he was diving for fish just now or his "competing with animals" remarks just now, he must be the focus of everyone's discussion.
But the seventh person is the one who is the most low-key and has the least sense of presence, not because of her words and deeds, but because of her attire.
This person should be a little girl. The reason why I say so is because she is wearing a mask. The gray-black mask blocks her entire face from behind. The dark green leaf-like patterns on the mask are difficult to notice. There is also a pair of bright eyes under this mask.
She is thin, but her limbs are well proportioned. Her slender waist and legs make people more certain that she is a little girl.
The only flaw was that the skin exposed outside his clothes was completely dark, from his cheeks to his neck, to his wrists, hands, and ankles, even darker than Lin Fenghuo.
The swarthy boy noticed that Yi Xifeng had been looking in a certain direction, turned his head and looked behind him, and said: "Oh oh oh, I almost forgot! Her name is Li Xintian, she is about the same age as us, she is a very strange person. She is the second elder She is the adopted daughter of Coach Cheng Qian, but I think she might be the illegitimate daughter of Coach Cheng Qian. Coach Cheng Qian and Captain Cheng Tao love her the most. She has not practiced arts with them since she was a child. It is Cheng Qian who The instructor and Captain Chengtao teach in person."
Yi Xifeng was immediately shocked and couldn't help but turn around and look at the girl again.
Three years of hard training made him deeply understand how unbearable the "care" of Li Chengqian and Li Chengtao was.
And this girl actually lived with this kind of care for eight years.
It was this quick glance that made Yi Xifeng notice something unusual.
It was spring at this time, and the wind was strong by the river. The moment the fair boy turned back to look at Li Xintian, the girl happened to raise a hand to smooth away the messed up hair.
Li Xintian's palms were slender, and his fingers were slender and even. However, the raised palms were as dark as the skin on his body, and even his nails were as black.
The young man who caught this unusual sign also noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was suspicious.
While Yi Xifeng was thinking hard, a long roar came from the other side, and a figure was seen riding the waves from the river, and he arrived at the shore in a blink of an eye.
Yi Xifeng had already recognized who it was from the roar. It was Li Chengqian, the head martial arts instructor who taught him the wine-control technique.
