【Chapter 126】Yisheng Competition

【Chapter 126】Yisheng Competition

"The following is a competition for cultivators who have reached the foundation-building stage and are no older than 20 years old." The referee's emotionless voice instantly quieted the bustling martial arts arena.

"Ye Hao, Qi Junliang, come to the arena for the competition."

The Ye family members all turned their eyes to Ye Hao. Some were worried, some were encouraging, some were hopeful, some were curious, and some were gloating.

In Ye Hao's generation of the Ye family, four people have reached the foundation-building stage. One of them is Ye Hao, the other is Ye Zixuan, and both of them are over twenty years old.

As the competition was moved forward, Ye Zixuan was out and couldn't come back in time. Therefore, if Ye Yishen did not join, then Ye Hao would be the only one from the Ye family who would participate in the Foundation Establishment Competition.

This shows how much pressure Ye Hao is under.

"Don't feel any psychological burden, just perform normally." Ye Chenyuan patted Ye Hao's shoulder lightly, and his tone of voice was particularly kind.

When Ye Xuan, who was not far away, heard this, his drooped eyes were filled with jealousy. Obviously, he is Ye Chenyuan's biological grandson, but when he was competing just now, his grandfather didn't say a word to him.

"Yes, grandpa." Ye Hao replied respectfully.

The rest of the Ye family members who were of the same generation as Ye Hao all said to him, "Come on, Third Brother."

"Yeah." Ye Hao nodded to the Ye family and walked towards the ring.

Ye Rong, who was sitting in front of Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yisheng, turned around and asked them, "Do you think my third brother can win?"

Without waiting for the two to answer, Ye Rong said, "My third brother will definitely win."

Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yishen: “…” So you are asking yourself!

Ye Rong blinked and stared at the two of them: "Do you know why I can be so sure?"

After what happened just now, the two of them didn't say anything this time, but just shook their heads in unison.

Sure enough, the next moment Ye Rong said confidently, "My third brother broke through to the foundation-building stage half a year ago, but Qi Junliang, who was fighting against my third brother, only broke through to the foundation-building stage two days ago. Comparing the two, my third brother is definitely the winner."

They both: “…”

"Your third brother is about to start the competition." Nangong Chenyu pointed at the arena and motioned Ye Rong to turn around.

Just then the referee's voice rang out: "The competition begins."

Ye Rong turned around to watch the competition.

On the ring.

Ye Hao held a silver sword in his hand and wore a green robe, the sleeves of which fluttered gently in the breeze. His face was stern, and his eyes revealed his desire and determination for victory.

Qi Junliang was holding a meter-long Miao Dao in his hand and wearing a shining black armor, looking extremely powerful.

The two men had sharp eyes and exuded a fierce aura.

In the audience seats below the ring, everyone held their breath, looking forward to this exciting match.

After staring at each other for five seconds, Ye Hao took the lead in attacking. As he swung his sword, a golden sword light slashed towards Qi Junliang with an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing this, Qi Junliang did not panic. He dodged the sword light nimbly, and at the same time, the Miao Dao in his hand was directed towards Ye Hao's chest with lightning speed.

Ye Hao slightly tilted his body, cleverly avoiding the fatal attack, and swung his sword again. This time, the sword light was even more fierce, sweeping over like a violent storm.

Qi Junliang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his expression unchanged, and he swung his sword to meet the enemy.

"Swish!" The swords collided and sparks flew. Neither of them gained any advantage and they separated quickly.

Just like this, the two of them fought back and forth, and the flashes of swords and the shadows of knives intertwined into a series of intense scenes.

Everyone was so excited watching this.

Many people in the Ye family were cheering for Ye Hao in their hearts, hoping that he could knock Qi Junliang off the stage as soon as possible.

However, the result was not what the Ye family wanted.

Ye Hao's green robe was stained with red plum blossoms, while Qi Junliang, who was wearing armor, was intact.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Hao was knocked off the ring by Qi Junliang.

With Ye Hao's defeat, the elders of the Ye family had a look of worry on their faces, and the younger generations of the Ye family all felt the heaviness of the atmosphere.

Two Ye family disciples stepped forward and helped the seriously injured Ye Hao back to the Ye family seat.

Ye Hao lowered his head and said guiltily: "Grandpa, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. Victory and defeat are common in the military. Just win next time." Ye Chenyuan said gently, "You should rest and heal your wounds first."

Seeing that Ye Hao had clearly lost, but his grandfather and the elders in the clan did not blame him, Ye Xuan could not help but be sarcastic: "Third brother obviously broke through the foundation-building stage before Qi Junliang, why can't he beat Qi Junliang?"

The implication is that Ye Hao didn't try his best.

Ye Zhan immediately retorted: "There is something wrong with Qi Junliang's armor. If he hadn't worn armor, the winner would definitely be the third brother."

The older members of the Ye family were helpless.

Among the resources allocated to the Qi family was a low-grade refined iron ore, which was the main material for refining armor. Armor is difficult to refine, but I didn’t expect that the weapon refiner of the Qi family, after years of research, actually managed to refine it.

Ye Xuan said stubbornly: "Isn't the third brother wearing a cassock?"

Glancing at the silent Ye Mingze, Ye Mingpei explained: "The armor's defense is three times that of the robe. Under the same cultivation level, it is difficult to break through the armor's defense."

"Is there any need for the competition?" Ye Xuan curled his lips and whispered, "Why not just declare the Qi family first?"

Seeing Ye Chenyuan's expression suddenly become ugly, Ye Mingze hurriedly pretended to scold: "Xuan'er, don't talk nonsense."

"I..." Ye Xuan wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt a breath of oppression coming towards him, so he quickly shut his mouth.

Looking at the discussion of the Ye family, Nangong Chenyu and Ye Yishen glanced at each other imperceptibly.

Nangong Chenyu sent a message to Ye Yishen: [Your grandfather doesn’t seem to have a very good relationship with Ye Mingze and Ye Xuan. 】

Ye Yisheng also discovered it naturally: "Let's take another look."

In the audience seats of the Yu family.

The head of the Yu family asked the young man sitting next to him: "Yubu, if you face the Qi family, what is the probability of breaking through the armor defense?"

Yubu stretched out a hand: "I'm 50% sure."

With only a 50% chance of winning, Patriarch Yu was a little worried: "Should I replace you with a higher-level spiritual sword?"

Yubu refused without thinking: "Thank you for your kindness, Master, but I don't need it."

Several leaders of the Lu family in the audience were also talking about armor.

"It would be nice if our Lu family could have two sets of armor."

"I heard that Patriarch Yu was willing to offer 500,000 low-grade spirit stones, but the Qi family didn't even sell them."

"The Qi family's weapon refiner has only refined three sets in total, so he will definitely not sell them. And even if the Qi family wants to sell them, they will wait until the competition is over."

"The Yu family won first place in the last competition. This time, the Qi family has produced armor with strong defensive power, so I guess the Qi family will be first."

"Let the Qi and Yu families fight for first and second place, and our Lu family will just keep third place."

Hearing this, Lu Yueyao's lips curled up slightly. What third place? If she wants to take it, she’ll take first place.

The competition is still going on.

After three rounds of competition among the Foundation Establishment cultivators, the referee read out Ye Yisheng's name.

Nangong Chenyu spread out his hand, and in his hand appeared a dragon-shaped hairpin that was completely white with a green tail. He was worried that Ye Yisheng could not break the Lu family's armor, so he turned the Dust Light Sword into a hairpin and inserted it into Ye Yisheng's head.

"If you can't defeat me, use it."

"good."

Ye Yisheng nodded, stood up and walked towards the ring.

Except for Ye Mingpei and his daughter, the rest of the Ye family had confused expressions on their faces. The name Ye Yisheng sounds like they are from the Ye family. But is there a person named Ye Yishen in their Ye family?

Everyone in the Ye family looked at each other.

The elder of the Ye family who was sitting next to Ye Chenyuan asked, "Master, who is Ye Yisheng?"

As the patriarch of the Ye family, Ye Chenyuan will include all members of the Ye family in the family tree. And he clearly remembered that there was no one named Ye Yishen in their Ye family tree.

Just at this moment, Ye Yisheng walked in front of everyone in the Ye family. Ye Chenyuan raised his chin and pointed in the direction of Ye Yisheng, and said to the elder who asked the question: "Look for yourself."

As if sensing something, Ye Yishen turned around and met Ye Chenyuan's gaze.

The grandfather and grandson made eye contact for the first time.

A strange feeling inexplicably arose in Ye Chenyuan's heart. He wanted to get close to the other person and see the true face under the mask.

Ye Yisheng finally saw Ye Chenyuan's appearance. Ye Chenyuan looked to be in his thirties or forties, and he looked about 60% like Ye Chenyuan.

There was still a competition to be had. Ye Yishen only looked at Ye Chenyuan for two seconds before looking away and continuing to walk towards the arena.

The elder next to Ye Chenyuan was speechless: "Is he from our Ye family? Why is he still wearing a mask?"

Ye Chenyuan did not answer. He wanted to know who the other person was more than the elder.

Walking onto the stage, Ye Yishen walked to a place two meters away from the center and stood still.

The person competing with him was called Qi Junhao.

Qi Junhao is the direct disciple of the Tianyi Sect's leader, and is also known as the Third Young Master Qi. Three years ago, his cultivation had reached the foundation-building stage, and now he is in the middle stage of foundation-building.

"My name is Qi Junhao. Are you really a member of the Ye family?" He asked Ye Yisheng with a fist salute.

Ye Yisheng clasped his fists in response: "Ye Yisheng, a descendant of the Ye family."

Qi Junhao asked: "Why don't you show your true face?"

"If you beat me, I will take off my mask."

As Ye Yisheng finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two of them instantly became tense, as if an invisible force was gathering between them. The surrounding air seemed to feel the pressure as well and became exceptionally heavy.

Qi Junhao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his inner turmoil. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on the palms of his hands, a reflection of his nervousness. Just because he felt pressure from Ye Yisheng.

Looking at Qi Junhao's actions, Ye Yishen did not dare to slack off at all. He was afraid that the other party was deliberately showing nervousness to make him let his guard down.

"The competition begins."

At the referee's command, a golden sword appeared out of thin air in Ye Yisheng's hand, while Qi Junhao also held a long sword glowing green.

The two attacked each other at the same time.

Under Ye Yishen's control, the golden sword turned into a golden sword light, heading straight for Qi Junhao's face.

Qi Junhao tapped his toes lightly and moved as fast as the wind, avoiding the disfiguring attack. He instantly appeared behind Ye Yishen, and the green sword in his hand drew a sharp sword light, pointing directly at Ye Yishen's back.

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