The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and everyone is also arriving one after another, when Beiyue Ming came, he had not yet entered the martial arts training ground, but a man walked out on the side, Beiyue Ming looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and frowned, "No trace in the night?" ”

Ye Wuxian shook the thirty-two bone folding fan, he glanced at Beiyue Ming, and said, "Does the little prince still remember this?" ”

Night Traceless took out something from his sleeve and threw it to Beiyue Ming. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Beiyue Ming caught this thing, frowning, this is the jade crown that he tied his hair, it was lost a few days ago, because this jade crown was inlaid with the agate that he had been cherishing, he specially sent someone to find it, and after looking for a few days there was no result, and he no longer cared.

At best, it's just a jade crown.

"Why are you there?" Beiyue Ming's eyes were indifferent.

Ye Wuxian shrugged his shoulders and put away the fan, "I went to Qingge to drink tea last night, and found this jade crown on the dresser, and after asking, I realized that it was picked up by Qingge on the road, and she didn't know whose it was, so I took it back to collect it after talking to Qingge, and I took it away after talking to Qingge, and I was going to return it to the prince today." ”

After a pause, Ye Wuxian said again: "Oh, by the way, I was reluctant to take it away." ”

Beiyue Ming looked at the agate jade crown in his hand, the bluestone agate on this jade crown did not have many people in the entire Beiyue Capital, not to mention that he directly let people inlay and refine the jade crown bundle on his hair to swagger through the market, who doesn't know that the owner of this jade crown is him?

It's even more impossible for the night light song not to know!

There is only one explanation, Ye Qingge knew that this agate jade crown was his, and he was still in love with him and put it in the Fengyue Pavilion to treasure, and after being discovered by Ye Wuxian with a thin face, he deliberately said that he didn't know.

Beiyue squinted, and the delicate and slippery jade crown rubbed by his fingertips thoughtfully.

Family ratio.

The weather on the second day was cloudless, there were a few clouds floating in the clear blue sky, it seemed that the deep sea was upside down, the plum blossoms everywhere bloomed for a winter, and the other flowers were eclipsed.

Ye Qingran had broken her legs and couldn't participate in the battle, so she withdrew from this clan competition, and the one who fought against Qingge was a man, twenty years old, and a side line from the border, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, like a scholar.

"Qiu Ye Beard."

The man clenched his fists with both hands, and the moment his fists collided with his palms, the murderous aura of the border soldiers was revealed, and bloodthirsty surged, and the wind and clouds were endless, and the fighting was endless.

Qingge was stunned for a moment, and then clenched his fists, and the three words rang out, "Night Light Song." ”

The moment the voice fell, Qingge saw the man standing opposite suddenly rushing towards her, without swords, guns, swords, halberds, or dazzling aura light blades, just simply irrigating the aura in the dantian on his limbs, fighting for his life.

Qingge's hand was placed on the space bag pinned to his waist, and the Mingwang knife revealed a handle, Qingge's heart moved slightly, and the Mingwang knife returned to the space bag.

She is best at fighting without weapons.

In modern times, she carries at most a silent gun and a bundle of thousand-mile ropes, and many of the fights are melee attacks, which, seriously, test more than agility and agility.

Qiu Ye's emaciated body brought gusts of wind, and there was no pity in front of Qingge, and the fist was full of aura, and it hit Qingge's face fiercely, and everyone on the seat under the stone platform seemed to have their throats in their throats, if this punch hit the rock, the rock would crack, not to mention the fragile head.

The sound of breaking wind started, Qingge's footsteps shifted, his body quickly opened sideways, Qiu Ye's fist hit out of Qingge's earlobe, and the wind that rubbed out picked up a few smears of broken hair around his ears, the wind was raging, the thunder was rolling, Qiu Ye's fist hit to the extreme, the most unlikely thing was that he had not retracted his fist but changed direction, his palm stretched, like a sword, he used all his strength, and slashed towards the back of Qingge's head in the middle of the way.

Qingge stood still, his eyes flashing with bewitching colors.

She hooked her lips and smiled, and after dodging the blow backwards, she propped her hands on the ground, her legs flew horizontally, poured the aura on her feet, and kicked Qiu Ye's face hard, catching him off guard.

Qiu Ye's beard retreated, the light singer's palm slapped to the ground, his body spun and flew, and a pair of silver-patterned soft boots fell steadily on the ground, Qiu Ye's face was full of footprints, his hair was disordered, although he was embarrassed, but his aura did not lose to anyone.

The two stood on both sides of the stone platform and looked at each other, the eyes of heaven and earth were silent, as if they could speak, Qingge's pupils suddenly constricted, and his legs moved like a storm, the speed was unusually fast, as if the wind was blowing, and there were only afterimages behind him.

The moment Qingge rushed towards Qiu Ye's hair, Qiu Ye's hair stared at Qingge, as if he had enough strength, his hands were clenched, and he also ran towards Qingge.

In the event of a stormy meeting, the most handsome posture is hand-to-hand combat.

It's like two mines, meeting in the air, and detonating the entire lonely city.

The two of them made moves, either fists or palms, and the afterimages were dazzling.

Because the two are not simply fighting, their fists and feet are infused with aura, so a punch seems to be able to pierce the sky, and the palm of the hand seems to be able to tear the air.

After Qiu Ye's attack was dodged, his right hand clenched his fist and slammed it on Qingge's lower abdomen while he was unprepared, Qingge's eyes moved slightly, his tightly pursed lips opened slightly, and a large amount of blood gushed out and dripped onto the back of Qiu Ye's hand.

Qiu Ye didn't show mercy because Qingge was a girl, on the contrary, every punch was as sharp as if a sword could pierce flesh and blood.

Qingge's eyes were slightly red, as if there were blood demon flowers blooming in the depths of his pupils, bewitching and charming.

Qingge grinned lightly, and the blood on his face added a bit of style, but the murderous intent in his eyes was daunting.

As if he was ruthless, he grabbed Qiu Ye's hand lightly, knelt on his back after falling over his shoulder, and pulled his arm, and the sound of clicking sounded in the silent martial arts training ground.

Qiu Ye's arm was broken.

Qiu Ye is also a man, and he doesn't snort when he suffers such pain, but his brows are frowned, if it weren't for his sweating profusely, everyone in the seat would still think that the pain of a broken arm is nothing more than that.

Qingge licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes suddenly moved downward, and he crossed the body of everyone under the stone platform, and landed on a figure among the cold plums.

The man was dressed in a black robe, thin and tall, the pitch-black cloak was casually covered, a few strands of black hair were exposed, and the woman in the gauze next to him held a moon-white umbrella to cover it.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, ruthless and cold, but they were gentle and watery in a flash.

The clouds are foggy, hazy.

President of the Mercenary Guild......

Qingge frowned, and when she looked closely, the plum forest was empty, and there was not even a single footprint in the snow.

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