Senior Brother, Stop It, You Are A Villain!

Chapter 4.2

Qing Yangzi thought beautifully, and what he said made some sense, but Du Yuanxi felt it was not that simple.

You must know that Taiwei Sect three years ago had only just been promoted to the level of a second-rate sect, not to mention compared with such a powerful force as Yunjian Pavilion, even compared with its subordinate Thirteen Halls, it was far behind.

Such a powerful force had taken the initiative to propose marriage, was it really because of the potential of Taiwei Sect? She was pretty confident it was not due to such a thing.

Although Yunjian Pavilion praised Taiwei Sect when the marriage contract was concluded, Du Yuanxi didn’t think Taiwei Sect could get into Yunjian Pavilion’s eyes. People were just being polite, did the head of the sect take it seriously?

Du Yuanxi felt uneasy, but since the senior brother in charge had already made a decision, she could only keep silent and watch the situation unfold.

Feng Shao turned his head to look at Ye Chen, with the usual expression on his face as if he didn’t think much about it. He smiled lightly at Ye Chen and spoke.

“Then I wonder how Junior Brother Ye plans to compare?”

Ye Chen replied proudly.

“Isn’t that simple? There’s nothing better than a match, where life and death depend on fate!”

“It’s just a rivalry, why seek a life and death match!”

“Senior Brother Feng,” Ye Chen said with a half-smile, “My generation of cultivators must be brave and diligent, and strive to defy the heavens. If you are so afraid of life and death, how can you achieve great results?”

Feng Shao sighed, “Since that’s the case, then let Junior Brother Ye make a move!”

When Ye Chen took out his long sword that shone with red light, Feng Shao’s eyes flashed, but then it disappeared.

In this battle, Ye Chen had 120% confidence in defeating the eldest brother of the sect, holding the position of the Holy Son in his palm.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time because he knew very well that only by sitting on the seat of the Holy Son can he have greater power and obtain more resources! Even all the young disciples in the entire sect would follow his word and example!

Thinking of the bright future at hand, Ye Chen could hardly hide the smile on his face!

However, just as Ye Chen made a move and prepared to strike, Feng Shao suddenly shouted.

“Wait a minute!”

Feng Shao’s cry happened to be just when Ye Chen was about to make a move so he was forced to stop, and it almost made Ye Chen’s blood run in reverse.

Ye Chen suppressed the surging blood, and spoke angrily, “Feng Shao, if you want to fight, you can fight, why do you have to play such tricks?”

Looking at this scene, Qing Yangzi couldn’t help frowning slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

Feng Shao sent a playful look at Ye Chen and said, “I’m sorry, Junior Brother Ye, Senior Brother, I just suddenly remembered that if I lose in this competition, I will lose the title of Holy Son. If you lose, you will lose nothing. I’m the only one with something to lose, so isn’t this competition a bit unfair?”

Ye Chen couldn’t help being startled.

He had done this kind of moneyless gambling many times before.

Anyway, if you won, you would gain something, and if you lost, you would lose nothing.

Why not? Many disciples have been tricked by him before when they didn’t notice for a while, but who told them not to think better than before? So they could only complain afterward.

But Feng Shao knew the key. Originally, he really didn’t care what he won through gambling, but when he saw Ye Chen’s long sword and remembered the attitude of his master, Feng Shao decided to think more about himself this time.

Feng Shao pointed to the long sword in his hand and said.

“Junior Brother Ye can use this sword as a bet. If Junior Brother Ye wins, then Senior Brother Ye step down from the position of Holy Son. But if Senior Brother wins, then this sword belongs to Senior Brother. I wonder what Junior Brother Ye thinks?”

“This…” Ye Chen hesitated. Although he was very confident, deep down in his heart he felt that when he made a bet, he would suffer a loss.

This was the characteristic of Ye Chen. If he couldn’t take advantage of someone, it meant he suffered a loss.

Seeing Ye Chen’s hesitation, Feng Shao asked with a smile.

“Junior Brother Ye came in aggressively, but he was tight-lipped when talking about betting. Could it be that he came to do business without capital? That’s not too good!”

Ye Chen snorted coldly and said, “Just bet! If senior brother wins, then this ‘Red Dragon Sword’ will belong to senior brother!”

Feng Shao nodded and conveyed with a smile, “Then Junior Brother Ye please!”

Looking at Feng Shao’s smiling face, Ye Chen felt disgusted. He cursed angrily in his heart, then raised his right hand, without even making gestures, he directly used Flowing Fire Sword Technique from Taiwei Sect’s Eighteen Sword Technique, stabbing Feng Shao’s chest straight.

Feng Shao waved his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

With a single motion of his hand, he swung Ye Chen’s sword away, and at the same time took a step to retreat, and asked.

“Junior Brother Ye, why did you attack without saluting? Could it be that you even forgot the rules of sect fighting!”

When the audience heard the words, they couldn’t help shaking their heads secretly. After all, sect fights were a bit different from real fights, saluting was the most basic etiquette, but this Ye Chen didn’t even care about this point and struck brazenly, which is not only rude but also shameless.

No matter how strong this kind of person was, it was difficult to arouse the feeling of a leader one could follow.

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