As early as when he first met Song Qiao, Yang Jun knew that Song Qiao was thoughtful and not simple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, it seems that it is true.

Song Qiao looked at Yang Jun with a very complicated gaze. Jealousy, envy, fear? He couldn't tell himself.

Once upon a time, Chu Ke was still a scum who was teased and played by them, bullied at will. But today, the strength shown by Chu Ke made him feel extremely shocked.

Song Qiao couldn't believe it, this was really the Chu Ke who was toyed with by him between applause, but cowered?!

I don't want to believe it, but I have to believe it - Jiang Linxian has no power to fight back in front of him!

Song Qiao's whole person was confused.

Yin Jinli asked him to try to confirm whether Chu Ke was really strong.

Song Qiao didn't dare to disobey Yin Jinli's order, and he didn't want to believe it in his heart - Chu Ke had already been reborn and became an existence that he looked up to!

Therefore, he came, blocking the only way for Chu Ke to go back.

Hmmm――

There was a flash of cold light in front of him, and a long sword came out of its sheath.

"Draw your sword." Song Qiao's voice was dry, and although he tried his best to keep his tone steady, Yang Jun could still hear it, and his voice trembled slightly.

Yang Jun smiled suddenly.

Song Qiao wanted to ask him "what are you laughing at", but it didn't seem necessary.

He saw the mockery and contempt in Yang Jun's eyes.

Yang Jun smiled, laughing at Song Qiao's self-indulgence.

Song Qiao is a person with scheming and acting skills. used to act as a thug by Cheng Xu's side, and he was really wronged.

But where did he get the confidence to draw his sword himself!

Yang Jun stood upright, didn't even move his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Let's make a move." ”

He did not forget the three years of humiliation that Chu Ke had suffered, let alone the shame of being hung on the bow of the ship.

Song Qiao only hesitated slightly, and then stabbed at Yang Jun with his sword.

With a buzzing sword roar, Song Qiao and the long sword in his hand both turned into a white light and shot towards Yang Jun.

Just now on the top of the clouds, he saw the battle between Yang Jun and Jiang Linxian clearly.

Yang Jun's palm that opened the mountain and split the stones, even Jiang Linxian was caught off guard. The strength and speed are all amazing.

But Chu Ke was too conceited, and he didn't hold a blade, but with his bare hands. When he and Jiang Linxian faced each other, it was fist to fist, palm to palm. Now I have a sword in my hand!

Song Qiao thought, as long as he is fast enough, he may not be able to defeat Chu Ke!

He knew that Yang Jun was powerful and fast, but he had a trace of fantasy in his heart.

What if? In the middle of the battle, as long as there is a slight change, the whole situation will be reversed!

Song Qiao held the expectation of what happened, and sent the tip of the sword to a foot in front of Yang Jun.

It's just that......

No in case!

Zheng!

The rapid and crisp sound of metal cracking, the sound of the sword clattering abruptly, as if it was singing loudly, and suddenly someone grabbed the throat.

Boom!

Yang Jun put his two fingers together, cleanly broke the tip of the sword, and then raised his foot and kicked Song Qiao in the chest.

His upper body didn't move, his knees suddenly lifted, and he drew an arc in front of him, like a curved moon shadow.

Phew――

A fleeting phant, chasing dust and electricity, as fast as a spark.

Song Qiao saw a dark shadow in front of him, and then his chest hurt sharply, as if he had been hit hard by a flying stone from outside the sky, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Yang Jun's leg speed is too fast, and there is no way to avoid it.

Even in such a face-to-face fight, Song Qiao couldn't see how he broke his sword and kicked forward again.

Song Qiao knew that his ribs were broken, but he wasn't sure if he had hurt his spine.

His injuries were much more serious than Jiang Linxian's. Even the thud to the ground could not drown out the sound of bones shattering.

Song Qiao's whole body was face down, and he threw himself on the ground, his mouth and nose were full of grass stems and dirt.

He raised his head with difficulty, staring at Yang Jun's right hand in horror and inexplicably.

Yang Jun's index finger and middle finger also held a sword tip.

The short sword, under the dark sky, flickered with a cold light.

Do your best, but you can't beat him?

Song Qiao stared at Yang Jun deadly, as if he wanted to dig a hole in him.

Yang Jun let go of his fingers with an indifferent expression—it was just a little interest he charged.

"Draw your sword? You don't deserve it. Yang Jun's voice was very soft, without any tone, but it was like a thunderclap, which exploded in Song Qiao's ears.

He struggled to raise his head and saw Yang Jun not squinting, walking towards the house dozens of feet away, without even the corner of his eye floating on him.

Song Qiao was depressed and buried his face deep in the dirt.

Yang Jun's footsteps were extremely soft, but they reached his ears through the ground, but they were extremely clear.

Song Qiao only felt a dull pain in his chest, and he was almost out of breath.

In the shade of a tree in the distance.

Yue Zi, who had witnessed everything, came back to his senses and said to Yin Jin: "Childe, is it confirmed now?" ”

"Hmm." Yin Jinli looked at Yang Jun's distant back and answered vaguely.

The third level of spiritual cultivation, Song Qiao's strength is not bad among the disciples of this year. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken it under his door.

"This Chu Ke's half-point occult technique is useless, just with his bare hands, he will ......" Yue Zi Lan's words were not finished, and he saw that Yin Jinli's face was very ugly.

Of course he saw it!

The reason why Jiang Linxian's Pan Yue Chuying is so powerful is that he uses his occult arts to perfection. Jiang Lin Immortal Lord's spiritual cultivation, because of his natural qualifications, has been in the beginner's field for less than seven years, and he is already at the beginning of spiritual cultivation, according to everyone's speculation, his cultivation will not be below the second order of spiritual scholars.

And in the last battle on the top of the clouds, Chu Ke did not use any occult arts, and only fought against each other with flesh and blood. Facing Song Qiao just now, he was also silent, and as soon as he raised his hand and legs, he crushed Song Qiao in an instant.

This Chu Ke, how strong is his physical body?!

Yin Jinli frowned: "How heavy is his body refining?" ”

Yue Zilan shook his head.

There had been a test before they left the Xuantian Gate, but the results were obviously uncountable. Moreover, the sect only announced the final comprehensive cultivation level, and as for the individual results, the disciples did not know.

Chu Ke!

Yin Jinli silently recited the name again, his expression was obscure.

If an ordinary person kicks such a thick steel plate as Chu Ke, most of the reaction is to hold his own painful feet.

Yin Jin is not.

Yue Zili saw a strange light flashing in Yin Jinli's eyes, and there seemed to be two flames burning in his eyes, and he knew that Yin Jinli was even more bound to win the legendary Chu Family Shenmu Order.

"Zi Lu," Yin Jinli tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, trying to make his voice sound as steady as possible, and asked, "Is there a letter from Angzhou?" ”

Yue Zilan hesitated for a moment before he said, "Nothing." ”

Qu travels to the Chu house, and the water can't be splashed in. None of the people sent by the Yin family to investigate came back.

Yin Jinli's cheek muscles moved slightly, as if he was saying it to Yue Zitang, and as if he was saying it to himself: "Don't worry, don't worry." ”

Shenmu Order, Shenmu Order, will definitely become something in my bag!

Yin Jinli gritted his teeth, his cheeks inverted.

I don't know how long it took, when the night hit, he finally adjusted his breath and said, "Go back." ”

The figures of the two disappeared into the boundless night.

From beginning to end, no one glanced at Song Qiao, who fell to the ground.