After waiting for a while, the Qing family didn't receive any other words from Qingyun, so they bowed to Jing Si's location and left Jing Si's sight. The Qing family didn't know that Jing Si's skills had passed through his body, and he had found Qingyun along the skills that were deep in his body, and the Qing family didn't feel any other feelings.

In Jing Si's hands, the Qing family has just become an ordinary rope, Jing Si just simply held this end and pulled it gently, and Qingyun, who was tied to the end of the skill, felt it, and Jing Si's ability was just right to not let the rope himself feel that he was moving.

Jing Si also understood Jiang's affairs, if the patriarch of the three families looked at Jiang from his own perspective, he would definitely think twice about Jiang's affairs, and then give Jiang a proper way to deal with it, it is difficult to say that he can lead Jiang into his own family. The problem is that the person who knows these things now is Jing Si, and Jing Si doesn't care about these things, and he doesn't care if Jiang Bi competes, whether he can enter the tower or not, who calls him Jing Si.

Jing Si shook his legs, after the night fell, the surrounding area became very dark, and the bright playing field was completely opposite, there was nothing on the field to attract Jing Si, and he had enough to shake, so it was better to do something else. Thinking like this, Jing Si pushed his glasses, which had slipped a little because of his head down, and jumped down the stone steps lightly, walking in the direction of Wuzhong.

Because the sky darkened little by little, Qinglin's mentality also calmed down with the lowered temperature and dark tones, and after his thinking calmed down, Qinglin no longer thought about what Jiang just said, even if Jiang was right, he just needed to recognize this problem and listen to it. There is no need to be obsessed with it all the time, Qinglin will think about how to change himself and the status quo, if there is a problem, he will solve it, and he can't solve anything just by thinking about it.

As soon as he looked at Wu Chong, Qing Lin found that Jing Si walked in the direction of Wu Chong, although he was still a little nervous in his heart, but he calmed down a lot, just looked fixedly, and there was no other performance and action.

After Jing Si walked to Wuzhong's side, he just talked to Wuzhong, and then helped me re-hand things and didn't do anything else. Although Jing Si is lazy no matter how he looks at it, he is lazy compared to my diligent figure, but he is doing things normally.

At this time, the competition on the field is like turning on a slow motion, and the feeling of fast pace during the day is completely gone, and if it is a fast-motion game like boxing during the day, it is now like playing tai chi.

Among them was a pair of men who were competing, an old man with a gray beard, and a young man, whose white beard was half as long as his body, and whose silver hair reached to the waist. The old man tied the ends of his long hair with a simple black band, and as the old man landed, his beard and long hair fluttered in the wind.

In the eyes of others, the old man looked like an immortal with bones, and slowly fell from mid-air. When the old man fell, he and his opponent were on the edge of the playing field.

The old man took his hands behind his back and began to walk towards the middle of the field, while the young man started to walk around the edge of the field at the same time, and both of them walked at the same time, but the old man's pace was quite slow, while the young man walked quickly. Judging by the steps of the two and the direction of their walking, it is as if they are drawing a forbidden symbol.

The old man's every step was extremely heavy, as if a building had fallen to the ground, causing the surrounding floors to tremble a few times, and the old man's movements only caused a small vibration in the field around them, but it was not able to pass out from the blue blocking skills around the field.

Qing Lin could clearly see that this old man was like a king in the entire field, but it was only in a square inch, and he was not able to pass it out from the blue skill on the side of the playing field. The old man is indeed powerful, but compared to the elders of the Qing family, it is still a little worse, of course, it is much worse than Jiang who can penetrate multiple layers of blue skills in one go.

The old man's pace is slow but very steady, and when I look at the young man again, I feel that it does not look as steady as the old man's pace, and I feel a little vain, but it will not shake because of the old man's footsteps, it is better to say that the young man is moving his own pace with the old man's pace because of the vibration.

The young man looked like he was moving a thousand pounds in twos and twos, and he looked much more relaxed than the old man, but there was no sense of relief in his frowning brow.

The old man was now about to walk to the middle of the field, and the young man was just about to walk to the front and back of the old man, and the two of them took the crucial final step at the same time. As soon as the young man's toes touched the bottom plate on the front and back of the old man, he immediately jumped up. But the young man's pace was still a little slower, and the old man had already turned around and faced the direction of the young man at this time.

The old man obviously stepped on the foot with the young man, but he stepped on the bottom plate in the center of the field one step ahead of the young man, and with the movement of his toes, the old man quickly turned around.

At this time, the space between the two people seemed to be frozen, the old man's hair was still flying in the air and did not fall, and the young man was still floating in the air, and his body was as if he was nailed to the air, without any other movement.

The picture of the two men froze for a long time, so long that everyone who watched it gradually felt a little tired, because the young man who was jumping and floating in the air suddenly seemed to be dyed by paint in the water, and it was filled with bright red. The young man was like a mosquito that had been slapped to death with a palm in the middle of the blood, and blood was constantly spilling from the broken body.

After the young man's blood was fainted, the coagulated figures of the two people moved, the old man's body turned completely, and the young man fell from the air. The moment time began to pass, all the bright red blood stains around the young man returned to the young man's body, and there was no trace of blood around him when the whole person fell.

The old man and the young man stood looking at each other, but the young man raised his hand, and the young man came to the young man's side and took the young man away from the venue.

The old man sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.