"Boy, you're playing with fire!" Jing Yuan gritted his teeth with hatred, he had never been humiliated like this, if it weren't for the loss of face, he would have slapped this guy to death.

"Hmm!" Han Wenxuan finished drinking Sprite beautifully, threw the bottle casually, hit the trash can, and forked the bag with both hands, as if he didn't see anyone here, and walked forward by himself.

Who would have thought that Jing Yuan stopped him, damn it, it's you, the culprit, who actually dared to ignore this Dao Master.

"Get out!" Han Wenxuan's face was expressionless, he spit out a word in his mouth, and then said: "Bendi doesn't want to know who you ran from, if you dare to get in the way again, Bendi will let you walk away mellowly!"

He is not interested in this kind of fake Taoist, even though Huaxia Taoism makes him admire, it does not mean that he has a good impression of all Taoists, especially this kind of second goods who have nothing to do.

Han Wenxuan's purpose now is very clear, that is, to get that 10,000-year-old blood ginseng, and with the help of the powerful blood qi contained in it, he can break through the bottleneck of the Yi Marrow Realm.

Maybe he didn't think so, but this approach was really shocking, even more arrogant than Lin Yaoyang.

What is called mellow walking away, isn't that just getting out?

"I'll go! This man is amazing!" some warriors gave him a thumbs up in shock.

"I've never seen someone so on someone's turf!"

"Good guy! slap Qingcheng Sixiu's face, will he be beaten by the group!"

Most people still watch the play, and they still have a certain degree of jealousy towards characters like Qingcheng Sixiu who flaunt the pride of the sky, after all, the famous Tianjiao is from the gate faction, which does not provoke the anger of the public!

However, then again, people are crazy about the capital of their families, Qingcheng Sixiu, who is less than thirty years old, has ascended to the realm of grandmasters, and among the thousands of young martial artists in this battle, he is also considered a top.

"Bastard! Say it again!" Jing Yuan was furious, his muscles bulging, and his face was dark and red, as if he was about to explode.

"I've never seen such a strong man as you, okay! Aren't you a beep? Come on, come on, Dao Ye is waiting for you, see how you let me leave mellowly!"

Jing Yuan didn't say a word, walked towards the idle ring next to him, stood up, and looked at Han Wenxuan with a provocative expression, as if he was ridiculing him.

A Qingcheng disciple came out from the standing guard next to him, and said to him expressionlessly: "Han Wenxuan!

It seems that the words just now completely angered them, after all, Qingcheng Sixiu represents the Qingcheng faction to a large extent.

"That's right! I forgot to tell you, this Dao Ye is very angry, if I don't cripple you, I won't be called Jingyuan!" Jingyuan sneered presumptuously, the smug look on his face could be seen by everyone.

Before he could finish his life, a sentence came from the side, "Then don't call Jingyuan, call Jingzhu!"

"Hahaha!"

Immediately caused the audience to laugh.

But it was Lin Yaoyang's sarcastic remarks that shattered his happy appearance, and Jingyuan, who was originally scared, had an ugly face, just like the graffiti on the side of the road, red, green, and blue.

"Han Wenxuan, if you don't go up again, it will be regarded as a challenge to the rules! We have reason to believe that you are here to make trouble, and you will be expelled from the temple immediately!" The Qingcheng disciple next to him saw that he had not moved, and said out.

These words reached the ears of everyone present, and it was called a lot of discussion.

"It's miserable, that person must have angered Qingcheng, it's strange not to give him small shoes. ”

"Don't say it, even the Jingyuan on the stage is not a good stubble, seeing that he doesn't cripple people like that, he will definitely not be willing. ”

"Alas, I hope the boy will escape this!"

This duel Liwei attracted the audience in the ring next to him, after all, Qingcheng Sixiu was a seeded player, or the prize of this martial arts meeting was prepared for them.

"Yo! Jingyuan's idiot is actually challenging others!" a young man in a blue Dao martial robe squinted, "I don't know who provoked him, hehe!"

That's right, he is Linghu Xi, one of the Wudang twins, Qingcheng and Wudang are their opponents, and sabre-rattling is inevitable.

"Uh! someone is actually fighting against Jingyuan?" a group of women in white cloud sleeves and light gauze next to her smiled playfully.

She didn't have much interest in this battle whose result was already doomed, and after looking around, there were no good seedlings in this year's martial arts meeting, and the people who could compare to her were Wudang Twins except Qingcheng Sixiu.

However, as one of the four shows in Qingcheng, Qingyuan still has a large number of fans, such as those small Taoist priests in Qingcheng, who are not satisfied with eye worship.

When will they be able to stand proudly on the stage!

Just when everyone felt sorry for Han Wenxuan, Hua Tongtian next to him said coldly, "Han Shao!

This is even more amazing than Lin Yaoyang's teasing just now, and he almost didn't say Jingyuan rookie chicken to his face.

The audience was in an uproar, this is Qingcheng, the leader of the Chinese martial arts world, it's not good for you to slap people in the face like this! It's too arrogant.

How to say it, he is also a young man, a spiritual master who is less than thirty years old, and the human race is arrogant.

"Oh my mother! I thought I was good enough, but I didn't expect there to be someone more hanged than me, no, I have to go and worship a big brother!" a big bearded man ran towards that side in a hurry.

"I think they might be too confident, after all, they just beat Lin Li with one punch!" someone said, shaking his head, as if he had seen through the whole scene.

"Maybe people really have this strength!" A young martial artist next to him couldn't help but interject, and was instantly overwhelmed by the frenzy of everyone's discussions, no one cared about his words, and listened to it as a joke.

There are only about 3,000 people in the Qingcheng Martial Arts Association, and in an instant, more than 2,000 are concentrated in the No. 5 ring, and even some of the ringmasters have run to watch, which is called a sensation!

More people want to see what the cattle man who provoked Qingcheng looks like, and as for whether he will be killed, it is not something they can care about.

"Are you threatening me?" said Han Wenxuan, looking at the Qingcheng disciple with an expressionless face.

Looking at his grim face, that Qingcheng disciple seemed to feel the monstrous fierceness hidden underneath, and couldn't help but be a little afraid, compared to Han Wenxuan, who defeated Lin Li with one punch, he was not enough to see.

I had to force myself to shake the sentence, "Hmph, you can do it yourself!" and then turned around and left.

"Get out!"

Jing Yuan on the stage was already a little impatient, and suddenly, with a wild roar, the internal strength of the whole body exploded, and the billowing blood and wolf smoke rose.

The originally loose Dao martial robes now look a little slim, and there is a bulge under the clothes, and the muscle outline is faintly visible.

A body of grandmaster qi is fully revealed, and the invisible momentum can't help but discourage the audience, the Ming Jin martial artist doesn't even have the courage to approach the ring, looking in that direction, his face is full of horror, the power of the grandmaster, how amazing!

Rumble!!

"Qingcheng is the only show!"

"Jingyuan!

The audience was boiling, everyone was cheering for Jingyuan, one of the four shows in Qingcheng, how could such a powerful young grandmaster not be amazing?

It can be seen how popular he is, not inferior to those so-called stars, thousands of people shouted and cheered, and the cheers were endless.

"Phew, what's the use of screaming louder, waiting for a while, it won't be thrown down by Han Shao!" Lin Yaoyang spat lightly.

Hua Tongtian couldn't help but make a gesture and asked him not to speak, because Han Wenxuan's face was a little unsightly now.

Emperor Han, who has always been as indifferent as water and silent, is now indifferent and has a little murderous aura in his eyes.

Ignoring the disturbances of the outside world, Han Wenxuan walked into the ring slowly, step by step, and his clothes rose without wind.

Lin Yaoyang and the others understood that Emperor Han was really angry this time.

It's no wonder that being persecuted by such little people again and again, even honest people can't bear it, let alone Emperor Han, who is a great king.

"Boy, dare to come up, hehe! Come over and let your grandfather Jingyuan teach you how to be a man!" Jingyuan said with a cruel smile.

From time to time, he twisted his body, and the bones all over his body made a 'crackling' sound.

Han Wenxuan glanced at him expressionlessly, he was originally in a robe, and he was ruined by this guy in a daze.

Looking at the sturdy body, there is a domineering atmosphere all around, there is no Taoist peace at all, the dignified Qingcheng, one of the ancestral courts of Taoism, ridiculous!

The flowers in the audience looked at it all over the sky, it was not good, Emperor Han was going to make a heavy hand.

"Hehe! If you don't die, you won't die!" Lin Yaoyang sneered.

"Ha!" I saw that Jingyuan's face was impatient, and his whole body was shocked, and immediately, the Dao robe turned into pieces, revealing the muscles made of steel, and the green tendons bulging high, which were really like the two of them who were so chic just now.

Everyone present gasped, oh my God!

"This ...... He is actually a horizontal practice...... "A knowledgeable martial artist can see it at a glance."

"Horizontal Training, Qi Cultivation Dual Grandmasters!"

At this moment, they can understand why Jingyuan can be the fourth show of Qingcheng, just practicing kung fu, which is so strong that it is enough to crush his peers, not to mention Qingcheng's unique qi practice kung fu, cow beep!

Now they were really worried about Han Wenxuan, and their eyes of pity gathered on Han Wenxuan.

"This is what you rely on?" Han Wenxuan said with disdain.

The refining body of the half-hung water is only half-hung and water, and he doesn't even know if his skin can be scratched, hehe! This is the fearlessness of the ignorant!

"That's right! This Daoist master will teach you how to be a man!"

Jingyuan sneered, put his hands behind his back, and immediately shook, striding up, like a tyrannosaurus coming out of the mountain, causing dust to fly around the ring.

"Funny!" Han Wenxuan's face was indifferent, and he kicked on one foot, like a dragonfly touching water, his figure was ethereal, and he instantly left Jingyuan's sight.

"Spicy chicken! Do you think it's useful to run?

Jing Yuan sneered, suddenly moved, his body reversed, and he kicked out suddenly, like a huge wave rolling, tearing the surrounding air and hitting Han Wenxuan.

This kick uses the internal strength of the whole body, which is comparable to 10,000 catties of huge strength, if it is kicked, the whole person must not become minced meat!

Some of the martial artists in the audience are so disdainful, they really don't want any cheekiness, and they actually use this kind of killing technique!

"Can ants still turn the world upside down?"

Han Wenxuan did not retreat but advanced, the wind was fierce all around him, and he came to Jingyuan in the blink of an eye, and punched out.

I saw that the delicate fist was wrapped in blood-red aura, and a murderous aura burst out, and the fist was like a giant hammer, shaking the sky and the earth.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, this guy actually dared to face it head-on, is this stupid, can't see the situation clearly, or is he fearless?

"Bang!"

Han Wenxuan's fist collided with Jingyuan's soles of his feet, making a dull loud noise.

Suddenly, "Hmm!" Jingyuan's face changed suddenly, only to feel as if he had kicked on a boulder, even if he was a Henglian Grandmaster, he couldn't bear such a collision, a feeling of pain came instantly, and he almost vomited blood.

'No way!!' How could he be so powerful, seventeen-year-old grandmaster, non-existent, no one is better than me!'

"Just you, still want to abuse the emperor?"

Han Wenxuan sneered, his face was still as indifferent as water, and before Jingyuan retreated, his body moved instantly, his right foot shook, he turned around, and suddenly made a fist into a palm, and his blood gathered like a goshawk pounced on food, attacking Jingyuan.

Jing Yuan's face changed, although he felt a fierce wind coming, as if he was about to dodge, but it was a little late, and someone grabbed his ankle.

"Mole ants!"

The claw-like palm seemed to be weak, and in an instant, the robe on his leg was reduced to pieces, and blood stains appeared on it.