Tang Ning was stunned, touched his bare head, and said with a smile: "Do you want to compete with me with hair?"

"Hahahahaha! That's naturally impossible. I'm a student of Tianlong after all, how could I compete with you as a little monk? That's too shameless." The young man with thick eyebrows laughed, his laughter retracted, and looked at the little monk and said, "I'll compete with you!"

"Yes, a few days ago, Mentor Yang praised Ye Feibai for being extremely fast. If he didn't compare his martial arts, he would win, right?"

"This is not good. This little monk is so young but not weak. Even Senior Situ is not his opponent. Who knows if his speed is faster than Senior Ye?"

The students whispered, but were excited to watch the fun. If someone challenged first, they could also see if they had a chance to win if they challenged?

Tang Ning stood up, brushed the Buddha's sleeve and asked with a smile: "How do you want to compare speed?"

"We only compete in speed, from here to the foot of the mountain, and then from the foot, whoever comes to the tree first will win." Ye Feibai smiled with confidence, looking at the little monk who was tall enough to reach his shoulder, with an expectation: "How is it? Do you dare? If you don't dare to compete with me, it will be easier to lose."

"How can you not compare?" Tang Ning moved his hands and asked someone to go to the college gate and said, asking them to open the gate, so he came to stand side by side with him.

Under the witness of the students around, someone began to shout: "Three, two, one, start!"

Almost as the sound fell, Ye Feibai ran out like a whirlwind, and Tang Ning started to move after the start. Ye Feibai was fast and her speed was not slow either. The two of them left the gate of the academy one step apart and rushed to the foot of the mountain.

"Come on, Senior Ye!"

"Come on, Senior Ye!"

"Senior Ye, hurry up!"

The students rushed out one after another, spreading their sides and standing, cheering and watching the two figures rushing down the stairs from afar.

"Hahaha! Senior Ye is leading the way! It seems that the little monk is going to lose."

When the students saw the white figure leading the way, they all laughed excitedly. Even if they didn’t win, it would be natural for them to be happy for their Tianlong students to win.

The challenge competition here has also been heard by other tutors, but they are still doing what they should do, and they did not come to join in the fun. Instead, more and more students also came to watch the fun after hearing this, so Situ Nansheng naturally ran over.

"Who is the first? Who is faster? Let's take a look."

He squeezed the students in front and looked at the foot of the mountain. When he saw the white figure leading the way, he couldn't help but laugh: "The little monk fell this time. Ye Feibai's fighting power is not good, but his speed is as fast as a whirlwind! The little monk must not be able to run away from him!"

Most of the students gathered outside the college to watch, only Han Zhi and Xingtong were still standing under the tree waiting.

Others don’t know how powerful their master is. Anyway, they know it, so they don’t worry at all that their master will be inferior to the students of Tianlong Academy.
Chapter completed!