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Yun Yong laughed, dragged his body, bent down, grabbed the back of Zheng Sanpao's neck, and with a hard effort, Zheng Sanpao's entire upper body fell back unnaturally.

Just now, he fell hard, half of Zheng Sanbiao's face fell to the ground first, the skin was broken, and one of his big teeth fell out, his mouth was full of blood, and the whole person was dizzy, only feeling the buzzing in his ears, and he subconsciously scratched and pushed forward.

"Lao Tzu said that winning you is as easy as winning a girl-"

Ma Yunyong raised his fist with a sand bowl and punched Zheng Biao's nose.

Bang!

Zheng Biao's nose bone burst, and thick blood splattered out like an overturned soy sauce bottle.

The cervical spine leaned back suddenly, rolled his eyes, and poor Zheng Sanye was knocked unconscious by Ma Sanye on the spot.

"Boy, now I know how powerful your third master Ma is. ”

As soon as Ma Yunyong let go, Zheng Biao's fainting body fell to the ground.

Absolute strength and absolute will, in the end, triumphed over skill and cultivation.

"Yun Yong, that's good—"

The Qingyun audience disciples rushed forward in a swarm.

Seeing the little uncle in the distance stretching out his thumb and smiling at him, the words were self-evident - good.

Ma Yunyong was confused, but he couldn't hide his smile. Give a thumbs up to my uncle - I won. Then as soon as his consciousness was relaxed, Ma Yunyong only felt that the world turned, his eyes were dark, he fell to the ground with a bang, and fainted.

"Yun Yong—"

Ye Qingxuan was shocked, and rushed over with his internal strength.

After a little probing, Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the body is full of trauma, it is all skin trauma and bone injury, and the internal injury is not strict, so there is no need to worry about any aftermath. Then he took out a pill from his bosom and stuffed it into Yun Yong's mouth.

Then he said to the disciples around him, "Send the bearded man back to his room and have a good rest." ”

"Yes, Uncle Junior—"

Watching the disciples around him carry Yun Yong and walk back to the temple with all his care, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh. It seems that my decision today is not wrong, the disciples of Qingyunguan are united, and they finally have some appearance. That Yun Yong is a good example, and it is worth cultivating.

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, then turned around and walked to Zheng Biao, who fell to the ground.

Although this Zheng Biao is brave and ruthless, it is the fault of the child's energetic after all, and he only blames the elders in the family for poor supervision. What's more, this unlucky boy is only a teenager, and he can already practice a white-level martial art so well, but he also has some talent. What is especially rare is that this Zheng boy has a good score, but he has the courage to admit defeat, does not twist, and has a bit of a free and neat temperament.

For the sake of Yun Yong's nephew, he is still a good man, there is no need to add an unnecessary enemy to Pingbai because of the competitive heart of the child's family.

Judging from the future prospects of Qingyunguan, there will never be less enemies, so why bother with troubles.

Several family members brought by Zheng Biao were quite panicked at this time, and they wanted to take their son-in-law away for medical treatment.

Seeing that the little Taoist priest in Qingyun Temple came over, he made several family members very vigilant, for fear that it would be unfavorable to Gongzi again.

"This little Taoist, what are you going to do? My young master is the son of the Zheng family in Qingyang Town, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, don't mess around. ”

It was still the one who had been scolding the enemy before who was a little bolder, and shouted tremblingly, but his voice was trembling, and he was quite outward and inward.

This is not to blame these family members, after all, they are also a martial artist, how can these ordinary people who have not entered the ranks of martial arts cultivation not be afraid.

Qing Xuan smiled slightly, and said lightly: "It's okay, I'll take a look at him-"

Ignoring the guarded Yan Shen of several family members, Ye Qingxuan walked directly to Zheng Biao's side.

At this time, Zheng Biao's nasal bone collapsed, his face was bloody, and he was unconscious.

Ye Qingxuan directly found two willow branches, stuffed them into his nose and picked them up, but straightened his nasal bone, took out a turquoise pill from his arms, and stuffed it into Zheng Biao's mouth.

"This, this is—" Several of the family members obviously wanted to stop it, but after moving, they didn't dare to step forward again.

"Don't worry, it's a pill to save people, not a poison......"

Sighed secretly, although this [Herb Pill] is only a white-grade pill, and its function is only to remove internal injuries and gather a little qi, but it was also stolen from the master with great difficulty, and it was useless for me once, but it was used to save others, it was really easy to come and easy to go.

Slowly massaged on Zheng Biao's chest to dissolve the medicinal power, and within a while, Zheng Biao woke up.

looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him, and knew that it was the little uncle with a high seniority, Zheng Biao didn't thank him, but just sighed and said dejectedly: "Alas, I didn't expect to lose to that stupid big guy again-"

"Master Zheng laughed-"

Looking at Zheng Biao's face full of questions, Ye Qingxuan smiled lightly: "Actually, none of you lost, you all won, you won yourself-this is quite good-after all, you are still young...... If you want to lose, it's still early?"

patting Zheng Biao on the shoulder, Ye Qingxuan smiled and walked back to Qingyunguan.

yes, they're still young.

Youth is capital.

If you don't give up, it's not the end, if you don't end it, you won't fail, and if you don't fail, how can you lose?

Looking at the little Taoist boy who drifted away.

Zheng Biao was stunned for a while, although he lost and failed, but his heart has never been so open, he only felt that he seemed to have some goal in life, but what was this goal? Looking at the figure of the little Taoist priest in the distance, Zheng Biao felt a little empty in his heart for a while...... At the same time, I felt that my face was itchy, and my nose was a little hot, so I reached out and grabbed it, but I was touching the willow branch inserted in my nose, and I grinned in pain for a moment.

This time, it seems that I will have to lie down for another two months. But Ma Yunyong, that bastard, will definitely lie down longer than me.

"Let's go—let's go home—" Even if he lost, Zheng Biao had never had such a happy feeling. That little calf nose is right, Lao Tzu is only twelve years old, young, and has time...... Lost to that beast, but Lao Tzu won himself, Lao Tzu will not lose forever.

Zheng Biao looked back with some doubts, but saw a few family members staring at the back of the little Taoist priest in the distance, all of them looked like they had seen a master outside the world.

He gave the nearest family member a big mouth, and scolded angrily: "Bastard, don't send the young master home yet-"

"Yes, yes--Third Young Master-"

A few subordinates who finally came back to their senses carried Zheng Biao down the mountain with their hands and feet.

Zheng Biao pulled out the willow branch in his nose, blew his bloody snot on his hand, and casually brushed it aside.

I looked back at the plaque in the shade of the willows: "Qingyun View".

"Alas--if you lose, you lose--I really don't understand what there is to deny it-" Zheng Biao muttered inarticulately, and at the same time, the figure of a handsome Taoist boy resurfaced in his mind, "That old-fashioned 'little uncle' -- who is sacred?"

Just after everyone dispersed, in the mountain road not far from the gate, two figures appeared, two Taoist priests, one with white hair, a radiant face, and a refined image, and the other with a square face, a short beard under the chin, and a stern face......

"Qingzheng, what do you think?" the old Taoist priest asked.

"Master, isn't the little junior brother a little too much, and he actually let his disciples forcibly fight with the martial artists, fortunately, there has been no strict consequence, otherwise this ......"

The two of them are the most important leaders of Qingyun Temple, Lingxu Zhenren and the eldest disciple Qingzheng Daoist. But I don't know why the two of them are here together.

Hearing Qingzheng's words, Lingxu Zhenren shook his head with a smile and said: "You, you--usually be too square, you know, the key to this is that your third junior brother has also figured it out, otherwise, even if Qingxuan asks for each other, for the sake of Qingxuan's reputation, your third junior brother will not agree to Qingxuan lightly, just because he also thought of the reason......"

"Master, this ......" Lu Qingzheng looked dazed, not knowing how to answer Master.

"Hehe, Qingzheng, you don't have to think too much, your personality has always been upright, of course, you don't think more about Qingsong's oily temperament, it's not your fault, on the contrary, it's your merit - as for Qingxuan, hehe, he just did what I wanted to do, but he has been hesitating. ”;