Chapter 800
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"This kid's snack taste is pretty good. When he comes out, I must ask for more."
In the air, Hong Lie sat cross-legged as he ate the few remaining melon seeds with relish. Looking at Long Bufan, who had already risen to second place on the ranking monument, a hint of admiration appeared on his resolute and weathered face.
"Old Hong, Lord Sect Leader asked you to preside over the Sect Competition. I didn't expect you to be so undisciplined here."
Suddenly, a mocking laughter sounded beside Hong Lie. A long-haired man dressed in green clothes had quietly appeared in the sky at some point in time.
His voice was mature and old, but he had the appearance of a handsome young man. He held a paper fan in his hand and exuded a scholarly aura.
The man in green who suddenly appeared was the left protector of Ling Xuanwu Province, Qing Cang.
His position in the sect was equal to Hong Lie's, and they were both left and right protectors.
"Qing Cang, although your Face Preserving Technique can rejuvenate you, your voice still hasn't changed. Every time I see this disgusting face, I can't help but have goosebumps." Hong Lie tilted his head and glanced at Qing Cang. He also replied with a mocking snort. Then, he spat out the melon seed shell in his mouth. He still wanted to savor the faint milk fragrance in his mouth.
Hearing these words, Qing Cang's face immediately revealed anger. A dense green cyclone suddenly appeared all over his body as he angrily rebuked, "Old Hong, if you have the guts, say it again!"
"So what if I say it again? What can an ugly freak like you, who used the Face Preserving Technique, do to me?!" Hong Lie was also unwilling to be outdone. He glared angrily, and a terrifying fiery red whirlpool of light also burst out from his strong body.
In an instant, the angry voices of the two resounded throughout the valley, and the air was immediately filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
Looking at the two sect elders who had begun to bicker again, and seemed to be about to fight, the people present were stunned, but they had long since become accustomed to it.
After staying in the sect for such a long time, these Inner Palace Disciples had heard a little about Hong Lie and Qing Cang from the upper echelons of the sect. They knew a little about the past deeds of Hong Lie and Qing Cang.
It was said that when they were young, they were a pair of close friends. However, due to a twist of fate, they fell in love with the same woman. From then on, the two of them changed from good friends to bad friends. In front of the woman they liked, they often insulted each other and exposed each other's shortcomings.
Although the two of them did not win the heart of that woman in the end, but as the saying goes, when rivals in love meet, they were like fire and water. After so many years, they still bickered openly and secretly. They did not see eye to eye with each other, and secretly thought that if this guy did not ruin his elegant image in front of her back then, he would not have been rejected.
"Forget it, since today is the sect competition, I won't argue with you."
Qing Cang snorted disdainfully. He opened his paper fan and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. Then, he said, "Sect Master asked me to pass a message to you. Just now, a messenger from the Divine Hall came and said that the rules of this Hundred Sect Tournament have been decided and there are many changes. He asked you to make the arrangements later."
"A messenger from the Divine Hall came?!" Hong Lie was stunned, and the anger in his body dissipated a lot. He asked in surprise, "Then why did the rules suddenly change?"
Qing Cang waved the paper fan in his hand and sneered, "The Hundred Sect Tournament has always been a grand competition held by the Divine Hall. They can do whatever they want. What can you do?"
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