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The temperature in the surrounding space dropped suddenly, and Huang Zhihong only felt a chill in his body, and then his face, hands, and clothes ...... Blue ice crystals condensed.

Huang Zhihong only felt as if his body was frozen, and he couldn't move.

What surprised him even more was that as the temperature around him dropped, the spiritual power in his body actually slowed down.

It made it particularly difficult for him to mobilize his spiritual power.

"This guy ......" Huang Zhihong's face changed, and he immediately realized that he had lost his eyes.

But it's too late!

Bang!

Yang Qian's palm was imprinted on Huang Zhihong's chest, and a cold breath suddenly entered his body. The chest was hit hard by the force of the palm, and the body flew upside down in an instant.

In a panic, Huang Zhihong tried his best to control his balance in the air.

He didn't want to slam to the ground.

How embarrassing that is.

How will you face Zhou Ruoran in the future.

Therefore, he must land steadily, and he must also show that he is deliberately letting Yang Qian look.

His idea was good. But Yang Qian didn't give him a chance to implement it at all.

In the process of Huang Zhihong's body flying upside down, Yang Qian suddenly accelerated and bullied up, stretched out his hand into a claw, and instantly buckled Huang Zhihong's shoulder.

Huang Zhihong only felt a sinking on his shoulders, and then a surging force surged. Then the body was lifted up by a huge force, and then smashed to the ground!

Rumble!

Yang Qian grabbed Huang Zhihong and slammed it to the ground.

And it's still face to the ground.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Huang Zhihong's mouth, which was mixed with several large white teeth.

It's miserable enough!

Yang Qian clasped the palm on Huang Zhihong's shoulder and slid it to Huang Zhihong's wrist, twisted it hard, Huang Zhihong's hand was buckled behind his back, and when he moved slightly, he grinned in pain.

Yang Qian's arm stepped forward slightly.

Huang Zhihong's face hit the ground again, but this time it was a different face.

In this way, the two sides of the face are high and swollen, just symmetrical.

"So, you've lost, right?" Yang Qian said flatly.

It was as if it wasn't him who shot at Huang Zhihong just now. Yang Qian's relaxed appearance made Huang Zhihong very unconvinced.

He originally wanted to show his bravery in front of Zhou Ruoran, but now he was beaten so badly by Yang Qian in three or two blows. Both sides of his face are swollen, which may ruin his handsome appearance, not to mention, the key is to lose two front teeth, and he will leak when he speaks in the future.

He must bring the situation back, otherwise his image in Zhou Ruoran's heart will be completely ruined.

At this time, the three male disciples of Wanjianmen also seemed to see Huang Zhihong's embarrassment. They are all Huang Zhihong's best friends, and it is easy to show their tacit understanding.

"Senior Brother Huang, don't let him go. This damn guy, let him an inch, he go in! A male disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect shouted.

Huang Zhihong glanced at the male disciple and was so grateful.

"What a good brother, at this time, you still know me best and help me maintain my image in Ruoran's heart! In the future, I will definitely not treat you badly! Huang Zhihong secretly said in his heart, and then replied to Yang Qian's words, saying: "Just now it was just for you and you, and then it can be regarded as the real beginning." Good boy, it's so heavy, it looks like I can't be polite to you anymore. ”

As he spoke, Huang Zhihong got up from the ground.

The corner of his eye was aimed at the two white teeth on the ground, and it hurt as much as he could.

Hearing Huang Zhihong's words, Yang Qian just glanced at him lightly.

I didn't pay any attention to him.

Before, Yang Qian just tried to test this Huang Zhihong, and even Yang Qian himself didn't expect that he would be defeated easily. This Huang Zhihong does have the dual cultivation of a martial artist, so he should not be so weak.

But for some reason, Yang Qian felt like he was fighting against a martial artist.

Finish!

"There are only two martial artists, but they lack combat experience." Yang Qian had insight into Huang Zhihong's problem.

Huang Zhihong is like a nerd, he has intelligence but only reads dead books.

It's a pity that such a good qualification.

Yang Qian sighed secretly in his heart, "A piece of beautiful jade, but it is ruined." I also like to slap my swollen face and become fat, sad. ”

However, at this moment, Huang Zhihong moved.

A large amount of spiritual power was condensed on the fist, and the fist that flashed with brilliant brilliance quickly smashed towards Yang Qian.

However, Yang Qian only frowned, his body didn't move, and he didn't dodge at all.

It wasn't until the fist hit in front of him that Yang Qian suddenly raised his hand, stretched out his palm, and wrapped Huang Zhihong's seemingly ferocious punch.

Bang!

Fists and palms collide together.

Huang Zhihong only felt that his fist smashed on a steel plate, and his fist hurt for a while, and it was wrapped in Yang Qian's palm, and it was difficult to move forward at all.

You can't get in. He wanted to break free, but he couldn't break free from Yang Qian's strength.

"The cultivation is not low, but there is a lack of martial arts learning, and the actual combat experience is too lacking...... So, don't struggle, you're no match for me. As he spoke, Yang Qian's arm bent slightly.

Then he slammed forward, and a huge force suddenly hit Huang Zhihong.

The majestic aura of spiritual power surged, and Huang Zhihong only felt a tightness in his chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The body was thrown in the opposite direction at a rapid pace, and with a bang, it fell heavily to the ground.

Difficulty moving.

Yang Qian's figure flashed, and the lightning hand touched Huang Zhihong's waist, and the bulging Qiankun bag arrived in Yang Qian's hand.

Yang Qian held the Qiankun bag and checked it in his palm, which was quite weighty.

It seems that there are indeed a lot of things in it.

"It's mine." Yang Qian smiled, then unceremoniously put away the Qiankun bag, turned around, and walked in the direction of Qian Duoduo and the others.

Seeing this scene, the three Huang Zhihong's sworn friends turned pale, and hurriedly ran to Huang Zhihong's side, helped him up, and asked, "Senior Brother Huang, are you okay?" ”

Huang Zhihong's intestines are all repentant.

He didn't expect that he wouldn't even be able to take Yang Qian's move. In that Qiankun bag, there are more than 50 pieces of amethyst, and there are many valuable rune papers and many high-grade magic weapons......

Now, it was taken away by Yang Qian?

Huang Zhihong's heart aches.

But there was an agreement before, he can't rely on the debt, right?

What else does Zhou Ruoran think of him?

Therefore, no matter how big the loss is, he can only swallow it and endure it!

Although the loss of the Qiankun bag and the treasure in it made his heart ache, these will be there in the future. However, this time he was embarrassed in front of Zhou Ruoran, and it can be said that he lost face, how could he face Zhou Ruoran?

He regretted it!

I regret that I can't pretend to be forced!

He suddenly felt like a big stupid fork!

Huang Zhihong was defeated, although Zhou Ruoran was mentally prepared, he still hoped that Huang Zhihong could win.

But now, Huang Zhihong has failed miserably, and Zhou Ruoran can't help but hate Yang Qian even more. But in this hatred, there is also a little helplessness.

"Hey! Hit someone, just leave? Zhou Ruoran said angrily.

Yang Qian stopped, turned around, and said, "It's just a competition......

"You ......" Zhou Ruoran was suddenly speechless, and she suddenly found that she was irrefutable.

Zhou Ruoran clenched her fists, she couldn't wait to beat Yang Qian hard.

All of Zhou Ruoran's actions, Yang Qian has a full view. He glanced at Zhou Ruoran and said, "Is there anything else?" If you want to do it, I don't mind reading the notes you made......"

The corners of Yang Qian's mouth rose, and a faint smile appeared. Elegant and indifferent.

And Zhou Ruoran is lungs are about to explode, but there is nothing he can do about Yang Qian. Bei Ya bit his lip, and had to say go, and then Huang Zhihong, supported by the three dead friends, limped and followed Zhou Ruoran in the direction of the hall......