Fifty students fighting with each other

  What kind of people are gathering and fighting in the dense forest on the east side?

  Seeking revenge and murder, or robbing wealth and treasure?

  Ye Qin stopped in his tracks, somewhat curious.

  It has been five or six years since he joined the Medicine Collection Hall, and he is already considered half a person in the Jianghu. However, he has spent most of his time collecting medicine in the deep mountains and old forests, and has rarely stayed in the county town for long periods of time. As a result, he has hardly ever seen common gang fights or armed conflicts in the Jianghu, let alone participated in them directly.

  With Ye Qin's current cultivation, ordinary people in the Jianghu would hardly pose a threat to him. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to go and experience the "legendary" Jianghu duel.

  He tapped his foot and sprang out, dashing towards the forest.

  In a forest on the east side, there is a large area of flat grassland covering several hectares. At this moment, two groups of people are standing on either side of the grassland, confronting each other with hostility.

  One large group consisted of young men and women in green shirts, numbering around sixty or seventy, each with a look of righteous indignation. Another small group was made up of young men and women in white shirts, only about ten or twenty people, but full of pride.

  In the midst of the wasteland, two young men were fiercely fighting, killing each other.

  The crowd on both sides cheered loudly for the two fighters, occasionally accompanied by jeers and insults.

  Ye Qin was slightly startled by the large group of young men and women in front of him, wearing the familiar blue and white shirts.

  These people are none other than the outer and inner disciples of the Medicine Valley's medicine gathering and medicine refining, all of whom were apprentices between the ages of fifteen or sixteen to twenty-five or six, without any very young children.

  Ye Qin couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity rising up inside him. He had originally come to watch the commotion, never expecting to run into his own family members fighting.

  Among the outer disciples, Yang Yicheng and Xu Zhi were at the forefront. They were young disciples from ordinary families in the county town who were usually very active. Sun Ying and Qian Ruoxiu also stood among the outer disciples, glaring angrily at the inner disciples.

  Among the inner disciples, however, were several students from wealthy families in the county town, led by Cao Yu'an and Zhou Hui Liu. Their fathers were well-known grain merchants and cloth merchants in Zhugui County Town. In Wu Guo, although merchants also had a lowly commoner status, they were rich and generous with their money. Moreover, they learned more and stronger martial arts than the outer disciples, so naturally they were arrogant and looked down on the outer disciples.

  Ye Qin looked clearly at the confrontation between the two groups of people on the lawn and gradually understood what was going on. It seemed that this private fight should have been triggered by the incident where Sun Ying and several other outer sect female disciples were teased by inner sect disciples a few days ago.

  The mutual animosity and conflict between the inner and outer disciples of medicine picking have been going on for a long time, it's not just a matter of three or two days. It's just that this thing has blown up, triggering the outrage of the outer disciples, otherwise it wouldn't have brought so many outer disciples here to help.

  Two young men competing in the arena.

  The burly young man outside the hall used a large chopping knife, with simple moves, opening and closing, each slash bringing up a "whooshing" sharp wind. However, his lower base was not stable enough, fierce but lacking in calmness. His moves often went out of control, unable to be retracted, slashing wildly at the ground.

  A slender young man emerged from the inner hall, wielding a light steel sword and taking a nimble route. His sword moves were quick and precise. This kind of agile sword move was originally capable of completely countering that big and powerful chopping knife method. However, his expression revealed fear towards the burly young man's ferocious moves, afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would suffer heavy injuries, not daring to get close, and instead fell into a disadvantageous position, being tightly suppressed by the burly young man's overbearing and fierce knife moves.

  Ye Qin had never learned any knife or sword techniques and didn't understand the intricacies of swordplay or knifework, nor could he see anything remarkable about their moves.

  The only thing he could see was that the two people's movements were somewhat stiff and lacked sufficient flexibility, their level at most being second or third-rate experts. With such strength, the swordsmanship and techniques they displayed were either exquisite or not, but in fact, they were all the same, full of loopholes, and would lose with just one casual strike.

  At Qin's current level of skill, watching the two men engage in martial combat was no different from watching children fight. He watched for only a short while and couldn't see anything interesting, so he lost interest.

  In terms of pure martial arts skills, outer disciples may not necessarily be inferior to inner disciples. After all, inner disciples have more time to practice martial arts and can afford to buy high-level martial arts manuals.

  However, in actual combat, the outer sect disciples who have been gathering medicine in the wilderness for many years often risk their lives to fight wolves and tigers. The ferocity is absolutely unmatched by the inner sect disciples. When fighting, they often disregard their own lives. The inner sect disciples value their lives and do not want to engage in fierce battles, thinking that they can win with their superior martial arts skills. However, this inevitably leads to defeat. If it's a group fight, with the outer sect disciples' numbers, they will absolutely make these inner sect disciples cry out for their parents.

  So whether it's a singles match or a group fight, the outer disciples are more likely to win, so Ye Qin is not worried that the outer disciples will be at a disadvantage, and he has no intention of intervening in this martial arts competition.

  Ye Qin was thinking, whether to leave now, the treetops above his head suddenly produced a gentle breeze. His heart moved, he looked up and saw a very familiar agile figure.

  All he saw was a dense big tree beside him, where Feng Xiao was crouching on a thick branch like a large monkey, staring at Ye Qin in surprise.

  "Second Brother, I just sneaked up using my lightness skill and wanted to scare you, how did you discover me?"

  Feng Xiaodong felt bored and opened his big eyes, saying: "Alas, I'm telling you, Second Brother, where have you been running to these past few days? I've looked everywhere for you but couldn't find you. You said a while back that you wanted to avenge Sun Ying, but in the end, not even your shadow was seen, it's too unrighteous."

  Ye Qin said in a light tone, "I've been busy running errands around the county town for the past few days and lost some time. Besides, with so many outer sect disciples, having one more or less doesn't make a difference. You and Big Brother have gathered so many people here, I'm worried that Sun Ying won't be able to avenge herself? By the way, what's the competition format for this martial arts contest, can our side win?"

  Feng Xiao didn't think much of it and enthusiastically started talking about the competition: "We have an agreement with the inner sect to compete in thirty matches, whoever wins more will be the winner. Whoever loses has to kneel down and kowtow to the other side, guaranteeing that they won't dare to provoke again in the future. It's a pity you didn't see it, second brother, our outer sect members have been competing with those bastards from the inner sect for several days now, haha, we've already won thirteen matches and they've only won ten. If we win this match, that'll be fourteen! Moreover, the inner sect can no longer send out any strong players to compete. As long as we win one or two more matches, our victory will be assured. You didn't see those people from the inner sect, they're all about to go crazy!"

  As an outer sect disciple, Ye Qin naturally stood on the side of the outer sect. He was delighted to see this happen. "Haha, that's great! The inner sect disciples will have to lower their heads and from now on, they'll only be able to live with their tails between their legs, never to hold their heads high again."

  Two people were talking in the woods, and a new change appeared on the scene.

  "Ah!"

  Only a mournful cry was heard from the arena, and the thin young disciple who held the sword in the inner hall originally had a big intention, being split by the knife edge of the burly youth on his shoulder, opening a large blood mouth with a length of several inches, abandoning his sword, covering his left shoulder that was spurting out fresh blood, and was forced to exit the arena.

  The crowd of onlookers cheered as they saw their side win another round.

  "Great hit, Master Xu!"

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