Tuoba Lie: "If he beats those twenty, I will directly make him the captain. Anyone who is not convinced will come to me."

Tuoba Yunxi: "Commander...the starting point is too low. It's not worth my asking you to ask for help. I have to put up with a jar of good wine."

Tuoba Lie: "Isn't a school captain still low? A sixth-grade school captain is a level that many people will never reach in their lifetime. He is only fourteen years old. What else do you want me to give him?"

Tuoba Yunxi: "General."

Tuoba Lie: "You're fooling around."

Tuoba Yunxi: "I know, I was fooling around, you negotiated terms with me, now it's your turn to negotiate terms with me."

Tuoba Lie: "At most...supervising the school captain, ranking above the school captain, supervising the military discipline of the contract soldiers."

Tuoba Yunxi smiled: "Well, if you are generous, I will be generous, and I will provide you with two jars of good wine."

At this time, on the school field.

The centenarian said loudly: "Lin Ye from the Yan Family Martial Arts School, challenge twenty people from the Fengzhong Martial Arts School, place twenty incense sticks, and light them one by one! This competition will take a long time, and everyone will do what they can."

Lin Ye looked at Baichang: "Light one."

Bai Chang: "Huh?"

Lin Ye: "One group, twenty people."

He looked at his opponents.

"If you exceed the time limit, I lose."

On the high platform, Tuoba Lie, who was still happy because he could get two jars of good wine, his eyes lit up at this time.

"This boy looks a bit like me."

Arrange incense.

moment.

What is the strongest Qiming Realm Yimang in history?

One word...fast.

Three words, fuck...

The opponent who defeated Mo Wutong was at the same level as Mo Wutong, but Mo Wutong only lasted for half a moment before being defeated.

He couldn't breathe and fell to the ground.

The disciples of Fengzhong Martial Arts School have practiced more sophisticated martial arts and have richer experience, but they don't even have a chance to take action.

Not to mention letting them use tactics to win, they couldn't even see where Lin Ye was.

Arrange incense.

Burn a quarter of the incense.

Lin Ye was the only one left standing on the field. He had to fight twenty people who were under the distance level. For him, he didn't have to breathe heavily after the fight.

It should be more difficult to hit twenty in the obvious distance state, and it should be to the point where you don't have to sweat.

Lei Hongliu's eyes were so wide open that she couldn't believe it.

"Little Ye Zi, are you okay?"

Lin Ye turned around and smiled: "It's okay, I've restrained myself."

The centenarian swallowed and looked at Nie Wuzhi, then at Lin Ye, and then at the people who had been knocked down.

"Winner, Yan Family Martial Arts School..."

Just as he was about to call out that the winner was Lin Ye from the Yan Family Martial Arts School, Nie Wuzhi shook his head: "Lin Ye is my outer disciple of Shangyang Palace, so I can report victory to Lin Ye, a disciple of Shangyang Palace."

When Bai Chang heard this, he said in his heart: "No wonder."

He immediately changed his words: "The winner, Shangyang Palace..."

Lin Ye: "Shimen, Yan Family Martial Arts School."

Baichang was stunned again. Originally he was looking at Lin Ye as if he were looking at a monster, but now he was looking at Lin Ye like he was the most stupid among monsters.

Who would refuse Shangyang Palace?

Who dares to refuse Shangyang Palace?

And it was such an occasion, in full view of everyone.
Chapter completed!