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Ye Qingxuan seemed to have done a trivial matter, with an indifferent expression on his face, and said with a smile: "What......'s the matter?" Uh, sorry...... Your name is similar to the one you had at the beginning, I don't remember ......."

Damn-

Chang Jingfan felt that his whole face was burning red.

Ye Qingxuan was calm in the other party's almost murderous eyes, and continued: "Do you want to continue? or admit defeat?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at Chang Jingfan, who was pretending to be calm, with some playfulness, and glanced at the disciples of the Changkong Zhaojian Sect one by one, everyone avoided his eyes and did not dare to look directly.

Chang Jingfan, who has the most profound martial arts here, has lost to the other party, how can the rest of the people win?

At this time, the audience was silent.

Chang Jingfan knows his own strength, not to mention that Ye Qingxuan has now stepped into the "Strong Yuan Realm", and his strength has been greatly improved compared to the beginning.

"I, we ......" Chang Jingfan felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and said reluctantly: "We, lost-"

The faces of the other disciples of the Changkong Zhao Sword Sect changed dramatically in an instant, but they were all silent.

"Win, have you won?......" The disciple of Qingyunguan asked with a look of disbelief.

"Win, we win—we won—we won—"

It was only at this time that the disciples of Qingyunguan and the onlookers burst into a shout, and the entire square suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

"That's fine," Ye Qingxuan dusted off the Dao robe that had no traces of dirt on his body, and said lightly: "Then I can't send it far away, goodbye-"

"Uncle Junior, you can't just let them go......

"yes, you can't let them go......"

The disciples of the Qingyun audience objected loudly, several of their fellow disciples were injured so badly and insulted so much, how could they let the other party just leave.

Ye Qingxuan sighed secretly, helpless in his heart, according to his own intentions, how could he let the other party just leave? It's just that the master has such a background, and he does things for others, how can he not consider the consequences? At this time, it is really unwise to erect the great enemy of the Sword Gate, if this beam can be smaller, or even nothing, it is the most beneficial to the master.

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, ignoring the noise of the disciples, and slowly walked towards the inner view.

Chang Jingfan was silent, looking at Ye Qingxuan who was gradually moving away with his eyes.

"How is this possible? How can we lose?" Chang Jingwang, who had been watching from the sidelines, roared madly at this time, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear. The idea of making a big splash this time was made by himself, because he had the certainty of victory in his heart, and he took advantage of this incident to enhance the reputation of several elite disciples, and several senior brothers with a resounding reputation, whether inside or outside the door, would gain great benefits. And relying on their wings, he will be like a fish in water in the long sky Zhao Sword Gate...... However, all dreams are crushed in reality...... Changkong actually lost--Chang Jingfan, who had always believed that he would not fail, actually lost--lost to a little Taoist priest in the border wilderness.

The purpose of fighting for the fame of several elite disciples was not achieved, but because of his own hype, he became the foil of the other party, and he who put forward this opinion at the beginning undoubtedly became the object of everyone's hatred.

Jerk, asshole, asshole......

It's all because of you, it's all because of this little Taoist priest that things have become like this......

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you—"

Chang Jingwang, who lost his mind, fell into a frenzy and rushed out towards Ye Qingxuan.

Chang Jingfan secretly shouted, "Not good-", at this time, his own side has almost no strength to fight again, and twisting the tiger beard at this time is tantamount to taking humiliation on himself. But as soon as he moved, a sharp pain suddenly came from his internal organs, and between the surging of qi and blood, his movements couldn't help but stagnate, and it was too late to stop Chang Jingwang at this time.

Idiot -

Looking at Chang Jingwang, who was crazy and rushed towards him, Ye Qingxuan sneered in his heart: To deal with this kind of person, you don't need to take action yourself.

"Come on—"

Chang Jingwang used the internal strength of his whole body, and he made a palm print with a fierce momentum.

When there was an exclamation all around, Chang Jingwang only felt that the figure in front of him flashed, and the originally chic and smiling face was replaced by a young man with a blank expression and an extremely cold expression.

Just swept away by those cold eyes, Chang Jingwang shuddered violently, and was frightened by the eyes full of murderous intent.

At the same time, a sword tip with an endless cold glow appeared in front of him, and the fierce murderous aura stimulated the skin between Chang Jingwang's throat to burst goosebumps.

It was too late for Chang Jingwang to return the palm he attacked, this young swordsman with a cold face, the time and direction of the attack were extremely accurate, and it was too late for Chang Jingwang to dodge again.

Chang Jingwang clearly felt that when the sharp sword dissolved his throat, the other party still had time to calmly avoid his full palm, and he now had no way to end up.

"Don't kill him—"

A soft call, like a lover's sigh, gently crossed the sky-

The killing intent in the cold young man's eyes suddenly slowed down, and the tip of the sword turned slightly, slashing past his cheek without a moment.

The boy put away his sword, turned around, and moved away...... The movements are as natural and soothing as fluid.

Chang Jingwang waved his palm into the air, and stood on the ground dumbfounded, motionless...... A breeze blew, Chang Jingwang only felt a slight chill on his cheeks, and then a sharp pain came, poof-

A stream of bloody arrows erupted from his cheeks......

It turned out that this sword hurt Chang Jingwang's cheek, and it hurt quite deeply...... That cold young man's sword aura was so powerful that it even created such an amazing visual effect on his cheeks.

There was another uproar among the people around: it turned out that there was more than one swordsman in Qingyunguan......

To the Qingyun Temple, which was regarded as an ordinary Taoist temple by the people of Qingyang Town, in an instant, the image became tall and sacred.

The villagers, who are loyal and simple-hearted, burst out with heartfelt cheers and praises for the victory of Qingyunguan at this time.

In the crowd, the young men who had provided information to Ye Qingxuan were the most excited, showing off everywhere, look, that little Taoist priest is amazing, that is the master of Qingyunguan who rushed back after listening to the construction of our brothers, and it is a friend of our brothers-

At this time, several red-clothed men who maintained order shot malicious glances together, but several young people were no longer afraid of each other, and gestured at each other defiantly.

It can be seen that the sky shines on the Sword Gate, and in the hearts of many martial arts people in the field, most of their prestige has been lost.

The crowd began to become unstable and swarmed into the arena......

Qingyun audience, supporting the injured disciple, walked back with a stupid face, just walked to the gate of the temple, but heard a loud shout, a bearded little Taoist priest rushed out from the temple.

"Grandpa Yun Yong is here-which bastard who doesn't open his eyes dares to knock on the door again, when your grandfather Yun Yong can't make mud?"

Everyone was shocked by the other party's loud voice, and when they looked at it, it was Yun Yong who was on duty today, everyone tacitly took a look behind them, and sure enough, a little man with clear eyebrows flashed behind Yun Yong's buttocks, of course, it was Yun Cong.

"Hello junior uncle, you senior brothers are polite—" The little Taoist priest Yun Cong wore toad glasses on his face, and respectfully saluted the chief inspector.

Yun Yong and Yun Cong have been cleaning the equipment used by the senior brothers to practice martial arts in the back mountain, and they don't know the excitement in front of them at all, let alone that this disaster is coming for him.

When Yun Yong heard that someone came to the door in the square in front of the view, and even Yun Lu and Yun Chong were injured because of this, Yun Yong's violent temper was ignited instantly, and he directly pulled out one of the plum blossom stakes that he usually used for practice.

When I went out, I met all the brothers and sisters walking back, and it was the little uncle Ye Qingxuan who started the way.

"Uncle Junior, where is the bastard looking for a beating?"

Ye Qingxuan felt a trace of headache, scraping his eyebrow bones in distress.

"It's all over, idiot-"

Xiao Yunfeng passed by Yun Yong, and coldly threw down a sentence, but Yun Yong was like being struck by lightning and stood on the spot.

"Bastard, what bastard is so unbeaten?" Yun Yong thumped his chest, regretting it.

Several unwilling disciples glanced at Yun Yong and pointed back with their hands.

Yun Yong was instantly overjoyed, it turned out that the main master had not gone far yet.

swept his eyes out, but he happened to see Zheng Biao in the crowd in the distance. There was a large circle of red-clothed men around, and several young swordsmen in white in front of the formation, just this kid was dressed in black like a funeral, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he stood out from the crowd.

"Ah-Sanbiaozi, you kid has a kind, and you dare to come to the door, the last beating didn't seem to make your kid have a long memory, and the skin is itchy again, right......"

Carrying a wooden stake that was too high, he ran towards Zheng Biao, as fierce as a bear.

Yun Cong didn't hold on to the rammer, so he had to confess and chase him out.