Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

Wang Ai pointed at the crowd: "He, I want to fight with him, compete with him!"

Everyone looked in the direction Wang Ai pointed at.

I saw that Wang Ai's finger was pointing to a small, unremarkable little Taoist priest with a pair of big ears.

The little Taoist stood behind the crowd and watched the battle, showing most of his head. If he didn't pay special attention to it, he would probably ignore it at a glance.

"This little fat man really has sharp eyes, and he actually picked Huaiyi!"

"Oops, this little fat guy is really a chicken thief. Huaiyi, this kid, doesn't seem to be very good at cultivation. He usually doesn't dare to show it. Don't capsize this time."

"It must be that Zhiwei asked Huaiyi to do odd jobs just now, and this little fat man noticed it. Huaiyi has been honest all day long, and he has never competed with others. He was actually picked on. I am a little angry!"

"I'm a little angry. If Huaiyi goes to battle, if he loses to the Erbi of the Lu family just now, to be honest, it's not ashamed, but to lose to this fat man who is dressed in festive clothes, I'm afraid it will be a big deal for him. strike."

The brothers in Longhushan talked a lot, and Lin Huaiyi never showed his methods, so that they didn't know the depth of Lin Huaiyi.

"Brother Zhang, is it inconvenient?" Lu Jin also realized that the situation was not right, and suggested, "Why don't you choose someone new?"

"It's not impossible to pick someone again!" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Wang Ai and said with a smile, "Are you sure you want to pick him? I can give you another chance to choose!"

Give me another chance... When Wang Ai heard it, he immediately felt that he had chosen the right one earlier, and said excitedly:

"Just the little Taoist priest with big ears, the one with five feet and half an inch difference, it's just him, it won't change!"

Hearing this, all the brothers and sisters in Longhushan bowed their heads and stomped their feet, worried about Lin Huaiyi.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed, Wang Ai, the little fat man, knows how to pick people.

"In that case, then Huaiyi, go up and fight with this fellow Taoist of the Wang family!"

"This...then...that's fine!"

Lin Huaiyi in the crowd hesitated for a while, but still walked to the middle of the school field. Although he likes to hide his clumsiness, he can tell the occasion clearly.

The other party is going to challenge him by name. If he backs down, he will lose not only his own face, but also Longhushan's.

At that time, even if the senior brother doesn't slap him, the master will probably slap him after knowing this.

On the school grounds, Wang Ai cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Wang Ai from the Wang family, I want to learn about Xiao Gaogong's clever tricks!"

Lin Huaiyi also cupped his hands: "I don't dare to be a high-ranking meritorious priest, Lin Huaiyi, a little Taoist priest in Longhu Mountain!"

After finishing speaking, he put on a posture, ready to fight, with vigilance in his eyes, apprehension on his face, and an honest look

Wang Ai smiled and said: "Brother Huaiyi, you are the host, why don't you let me make the move first?"

Hearing this, the brothers of the Tianshi Mansion bowed their heads and stomped their feet. This little fat man looks naive, but in fact he is very treacherous. He picked a soft persimmon and made such a request. The key is that this request is really reasonable. That makes sense.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled, finally saw Wang Ai's sinister side, and thought he would always be naive.

However, how should I put it in this scene, it can be regarded as a match between the two negatives.

"It's a little unreasonable to pick the opponent first, but also to make the first move. 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 the people around him. This little Taoist priest with big ears doesn't seem to have a very high level of cultivation.

He didn't want Wang Ai to do too much, he wanted to show some dignity to the four families, win with dignity, and lose with openness.

"Not too much, not too much, Lao Lu, have you forgotten which gang you belong to?"

Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile, he finally understands why Wang Ai and Lu Ci are getting closer to each other.

In a sense, it was mainly because Lu Jin was too upright, and he would not help his relatives when he was in trouble.

And Lu Ci and Wang Ai are not the kind of people with clean buttocks.

So, even though they grew up together, went to the battlefield together, and had a friendship that lasted a hundred years, but later, they still drifted away.

"Where is Brother Zhang, it should be fair to discuss this kind of thing!" 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: "I don't care if it's fair or not, what I mean is, now the four of you are in the same group, and Wang Ai is defeated. Remember to go up and avenge him!"

It was a very unfair competition, Wang Ai lost and I went to take revenge... The words were so straightforward, Lu Jin was not a fool, and immediately understood the meaning of Zhang Zhiwei's words. It's as simple as it looks 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, but continued to put on fists and looked at Wang Ai nervously, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, waiting for Wang Ai to strike first.

And this attitude was regarded as the default by Wang Ai, so he took out the pen and paper he carried with him, and wanted to use the secret technique of magic painting.

Wang Ai's cultivation is far behind his father's, so he has not yet reached the realm of the void practice, and needs to paint.

In fact, he also had a self-defense picture scroll given by his father in his pocket, but it was just a competition after all, so he didn't use the method his father gave him, but drew it himself.

But he wanted to draw, and Lin Huaiyi didn't give him time to draw. He kicked on the ground of the school field, rolled up the earth and rocks, and kicked towards Wang Ai.

When he is a fool, let the other party go first?

He didn't speak just now, but it doesn't mean he agrees!

Lin Huaiyi didn't want to expose too much strength, so he planned to use a tricky method to make a quick decision.

"Hey, it's agreed, you don't talk about martial arts!"

Wang Ai was impatient, just now he thought that the other party promised him to attack first, so he wanted to draw a lot of tactics in one go, attacking all at once, but he didn't expect that the other party rushed over as soon as he started to draw.

But fortunately, painting with magic painting is not as troublesome as drawing symbols, so even if he just started to paint, Wang Ai could draw something, only to see him shaking the scroll violently.

An ink-colored shadow bloomed in the air out of thin air, and soon disappeared.

Zhang Zhiwei himself has a keen sense of spirit, and has a divine eye that can see through emptiness. He can see at a glance that the ink-colored shadow flying out of the painting has turned into a three-foot-sized human figure with blurred faces, and rushed towards Lin Huaiyi .

Except for Zhang Zhiwei, although the others couldn't intuitively see the true face of the ink-colored shadow, they could also feel a cloud of Qi rushing towards Lin Huaiyi in the air.

Lin Huaiyi naturally felt it too, but he didn't use any means to resist, but leaned down on an iron bridge to escape the pounce of the shadow.

"Don't talk about martial arts, just look at the moves!"

Wang Ai yelled angrily, took up the pen, and splashed the ink casually, and several strange-shaped shadows flew out of the scroll again.

At this moment, Lin Huaiyi also cast the Golden Light Curse, covering his whole body with an extremely thin layer of golden light, and he could tell at a glance that his defense was extremely weak.

"This Golden Light Curse method is a bit overwhelming!"

"Huaiyi, it's a bit mysterious, don't force it, just rush over and cut that little fat man's middle door!"

"Come on! Huaiyi!"

On the sidelines, the brothers were cheering up Lin Huaiyi.

As if he had been reminded by his senior brother, Lin Huaiyi, who was originally naive and wanted to use the weak golden light to resist the pounces of several shadows, suddenly bent his legs and jumped up with a clumsy sound to avoid the pounces of the shadows. With a blow, the whole person turned somersaults in the air and rushed to Wang Ai.

He snatched the painting pen from Wang Ai's hand, and hit Wang Ai with his shoulder and right knee. Taking advantage of his unstable center of gravity, he grabbed his forearm, snatched his painting scroll, and then hit him with an elbow. Wang Ai's throat.

A series of attacks went smoothly, leaving no room for Wang Ai to fight back. The guy in his hand was lost, and he didn't even have time to use the means of protection left by his father.

"Ah... oh oh..."

Wang Ai cried out in pain and wanted to admit defeat, but he was hit with an elbow in the throat. Although there was no serious injury or muscle injury, he could not utter the words of surrender.

At this time, the ink shadows released by Wang Ai chased and killed 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 get out of the way, and they hit Wang Ai's chest one by one, and they all burrowed into his body, causing Wang Ai's eyes to tear from the pain.

Seeing this situation, Lu Jin is about to go up to make a rescue. He knows the tricks of the shadow, if he really wants to sit back and watch, the fat man will suffer old crimes.

However, Zhang Zhiwei was faster than him, his eyes were fixed, a fire was lit in the void, and the shadow that drilled into Wang Ai's body was instantly burnt to ashes and smoke.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

After the torture was over, Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked at Lin Huaiyi behind him in shock and anger.

I saw Lin Huaiyi standing in the field, clasped his hands, lowered his head, unable to see the specific eyes and expressions, and said:

"Young Master Wang, accept it!"

As for this scene, the brothers of Longhushan were surprised and speechless.

Then cheers erupted.

"Okay, okay!"

"Hui Yi did a good job, smart!"

"Use the weak to defeat the strong, use the long to defeat the short, be smart!"

...

In the sparring just now, it was full of calculations, less than five seconds, Lin Huaiyi from the beginning to the end, except for using a thin layer of golden light, he did not show any other means.

Even Jin Guang didn't use it, he just jumped in front of Wang Ai by surprise, and beat him up violently. As for the subsequent ruthless moves, it was Wang Ai's own doing, and it had nothing to do with him.

Anyway, from this sparring, the brothers only saw Lin Huaiyi's good boxing skills, as for the real cultivation, they didn't see it at all.

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 helped Wang Ai back from the field.

Wang Ai's nose was dripping with tears, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. He could tell the injury was serious, and he spoke vaguely:

"Lu Jin, you are my playmate, you want to help me avenge, help me get back on the spot, help me teach that big rat a lesson, he's cheating on me, cheating on me, Lu Jin..."