The second day of the martial arts competition continued. Le Yiyang remembered what happened last night and felt quite uneasy. Zhang Yingxian seemed to see some reason and asked curiously: "Mr. Le, do you have something to worry about?" Le Yiyang replied: "Yes, I didn't sleep all night last night." Zhang Yingxian smiled and said: "Mr. Le, no matter what, we finally got to know each other. I want to tell the truth. This time, so many martial arts masters are present, it is probably not that easy for you to become the leader of the martial arts alliance."

Le Yiyang quickly responded: "Brother Zhang, you misunderstood. I am mediocre in martial arts and I am not a match for all seniors. How could I say that I want to be the leader? I do have something to worry about, but I definitely don't refer to this."

Zhang Yingxian smiled and said, "Since you don't have this idea, what else can you worry about? Who wins and loses in the competition is related to us, so it's better to watch their game with peace of mind. How many moves can you learn!"

Le Yiyang did not answer. While watching the people on the stage compete for martial arts, he thought to himself: "Seven Dao of Western Shu just arrived in Yingzhou, how could he have a grudge with the Khitans and be followed here? Could it be the old enemy in the world?" Just as he was thinking, someone shouted in the audience.

Le Yiyang came to his senses and saw a disciple in the green shirt running to the audience, and said unhappily: "Master, something is wrong." Xiaosan Zhenren said calmly: "Don't panic, what happened?" The man looked back at the crowd, and didn't dare to say anything in his mouth.

Zhenren Xiaosan said, "There are all knights in the world, there is nothing to hide, but you can say it's okay!" The disciple still didn't say anything. Wang Chonghan stood aside, saw him look panicked, leaning gently against Zhenren Xiaosan, and said, "Master, I'm afraid there is something unspeakable." Zhenren Xiaosan had no choice but to call the man forward.

The man lay in the ears of Xiaosan Zhenren, and said everything that happened in one breath. Xiaosan Zhenren's face turned pale after hearing this, and stood up in anger, and said loudly: "This is actually the case! It's outrageous!"

Everyone didn't know what happened, and they were waiting for Xiaosan to explain the reason. The two people on the field who saw that the situation was wrong, and they stopped fighting and returned to the crowd.

Le Yiyang had a premonition that the news brought by the disciple of the Cangkong Sect was somewhat related to what he had accidentally encountered last night. As expected, the real person of Xiaosan said loudly: "Everyone, I am not doing my best. A spy from the Khitans entered Cangkong Villa, and my disciples found the traces." After that, he glanced at the disciple beside him and signaled him to tell everyone what had happened in detail.

With the instructions from the master, the man immediately took out a piece of grass from his arms and said loudly: "Seniors, this is what we have picked up in the village today. It is a spy's letter to the Khitan Prince."

Le Yiyang was shocked after hearing this and muttered in his heart: "This is not the letter from those two people last night, how could it fall into Cangqiong Villa?"

It turned out that after the pigeon flew away last night, he hovered among the mountains in the middle of the night, and could not fly out. He flew backwards back to the sky villa. As a result, he couldn't find the owner when he returned to the village, and he froze to death on the edge of the corridor. The disciple happened to pass by and saw the dead pigeon. He picked up the letter of informing the red line and threw it outside the house, but accidentally found the letter of informing him tied with a red line. The man opened it and saw it, and before he could finish reading it, he jumped. He knew that the matter was serious, so he did not dare to delay at all, so he hurried to the front courtyard to report to Xiaosan Zhenren.

After the disciple of Cangqiong Sect finished speaking, the crowd was in an uproar. Xiaosan Zhenren stood up and said, "The whole story is clear. The Khitans are cruel and ruthless. We must be careful. Today's martial arts competition is temporarily stopped. If the Khitan spies are not found for a day, the martial arts conference will not resume for a day. This matter is related to the rise and fall of the entire martial arts world, and I dare not be careless. If there is any offense, I hope all the knights will forgive me."

The crowd suddenly became a hot topic, and someone said, "The Khitan Tartars are too popular, and they dare to come here to find out the news. I really don't want to live." The people behind him disagreed and said, "This is the territory of the Khitans, and it's not surprising that there are Khitans coming!" The two immediately started arguing. When they arrived at the back, they both looked excited and almost started fighting.

Yu Hengzi stood up, separated with his hands, held the hands of the two, and stopped him, "The two knights are all their own people, why should they be hurt by the Khitans?" The two felt a cold air coming from their hands. It turned out that Yu Hengzi was worried that the two of them would make the master embarrassed if they really took action, so they stepped forward to use their skills to separate the two.

Both of them understood. Seeing that Yu Hengzi was full of righteousness and had such profound internal strength, he didn't want to fight him so quickly, so he looked for this step and said, "Since the Taoist priest has come forward to dissuade him, what else can we fight?" After that, he retreated three steps.

Seeing that he said, Zhenren Xiaosan calmed the dispute and said gratefully: "Which hero is this? Please sign up!" Yuhengzi suddenly turned around and said, "Brother Qiewan, can't you remember me?" Zhenren Xiaosan saw that it was Yuhengzi, and hurriedly walked down to greet him, "Brother Yuheng, it turns out that it is you. I have been too busy these days and have not taken good care of me. Please forgive me."

Yu Hengzi said, "Brother Qiefan, don't be polite. I know you have a lot of things, so even though I have been here for three days, I dare not go and disturb you." Xiaosan Zhenren waved his hand quickly and said, "Shame! Shame!" Yu Hengzi smiled slightly and asked, "Brother Qiefan, you are very cautious here, how could there be Khitan spies infiltrated?"

The real person Xiaosan replied, "Brother Yuheng, it's hard to say anything." He deliberately did not say anything, but asked his disciples to prepare a few more chairs and asked Yuhengzi to sit on the stage. Yuhengzi pushed and said, "Brother Qidian, I and all the heroes are guests, so I should treat them equally. These stools should be carried up after the leader of the martial arts world was selected."

Yu Hengzi and Zhenren Xiaosan have known each other for more than ten years. The two have a deep relationship. This time they meet, so they are particularly favored by him. But Yu Hengzi has been practicing for many years and does not want to offend the heroes in the world. Zhenren Xiaosan saw this and said, "I'm confused!" After that, he ordered his disciples to temporarily remove the stool.

When everyone in the audience saw that Xiaosan Zhenren obeyed Yuheng Ziyan, they immediately became respectful to the Seven Dao of Western Shu. Only Li Yuanyi and a few others were dissatisfied with their hearts and deliberately shouted: "Xiaosan Zhenren, when will the martial arts conference be delayed? Cangqiong sent so many disciples, isn't it easy to find a few Khitan Tartars?"

After Li Yuanyi finished speaking, several people in the crowd agreed with his opinion and echoed: "Uncle Li's words are reasonable. If the Cangqiong School feels that it is not capable of doing it, we can still help you!"
Chapter completed!