When Ling Ye heard the conversation that these sons thought they were secret, the expressions on their faces almost didn't hold back and they laughed out loud.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that these people were worthy of being the children of the Heavenly Capital, in the position of the superstructure of a powerful empire, and they had been influenced by the environment such as family and peer circles since childhood.

Accustomed to scheming, they may not have the concept of "the competitor who can stand in front of them will be a civilian from a small border town" in their minds, right?

Therefore, when these handsome and white faces said the line of wanting to duel with him in unison, the young man's eyes were strange and meaningful, and when several people on the other side were a little inexplicably frightened, finally a classic sentence that matched it slowly came out: "You guys go up together." ”

"What's the name of your little ghost? It's really too deceitful! I can't stand it, even if you are really a relative of the emperor's family, I have to teach you a good lesson today!"

A rather powerful white-faced man stepped out despite the dissuasion of his companions, and his mouth was still vibrating in the first half, as if he had been wronged and insulted.

"If there is a kind of situation, both of us put aside our own family forces and face the last game, and the loser will naturally be convinced. Now, in my own name, I formally challenge you in Xia Jia Ren, and I also ask Miss Qian and everyone present to be a witness!"

The white-faced Jia Ren clenched his fists and looked around, the young man was a little confused, and explained to him intimately: "Hehe, it seems that they treat you as a bully who oppresses people with a power background and forces my family to get along with you in advance." ”

It turned out that I had misunderstood that I had done the unfair "competition" of sneaking away without permission, but when I think about it, it is really quite similar. If I hadn't known the inside story, I'm afraid I would have been convinced.

Even Ling Ye, who complained about himself, didn't give a meaningless explanation, and returned the salute with a fist. This seemingly fair duel can be regarded as an inheritance.

"You attack first. ”

Looking at Yu Wuwu, a thin young man who was still pulling the slender hand and jade arm on the other side, the white-faced man raised his head slightly, and he looked cheeky and "I don't take advantage of you".

Well, the imperial capital should be like this. How much room can that kind of guy who is as pure as a white rabbit, or who is honest and stupid, have much room to survive in the reality of all kinds of open and secret battles?

Such a face is indeed commendable, but unfortunately the heat is still a little immature......

Ling Ye didn't even mean to let go of Qian Duoduo, and came to him with the girl in the confused and angry eyes of the white-faced man, but said sincerely: "Brother False, I'm sorry, after all, the beauty has a life, and you have suffered." My name is ......"

Suffering, suffering, what? It seems that he is still a pretending god!

The white-faced man who was about to laugh and was about to make a big noise, suddenly found that he couldn't move, and when he found that he was frozen in an iceberg, the word "midnight" faintly came into his ears.

It was getting late, and the setting sun was dyed red by the clouds, but it still stubbornly fought the last of its mutilated heat, and shot a few rays of red light at almost parallel angles. And no matter how pleasant the murmuring creek and the grass here are, no matter how sweet they exude, they can't arouse half of the attention of everyone in the audience.

An iceberg reflecting a faint blue luster occupies everyone's view!

Jealous, puzzled, frightened, will not laugh...... The man inside was like an insect ant frozen in amber, all his expressions frozen, and only the fiery flames released from his eyes that he could not blink, aimed at the initiator of this child's play!

"You, are you a supernatural or a cultivator outside the square?"

"The empire has an agreement with you, how can you interfere with the world!"

"It's really unreasonable, I don't accept it!"

The audience was in an uproar, and all kinds of angry shouts poured towards the young man like a tide.

"What about cultivators," the eyes swept past everyone, "does a cultivator have to break off the seven emotions and six desires, and can't talk about girlfriends and marriage?"

Having said that, the young man couldn't help but muttered in his heart, he shouldn't have done this, this kind of arrogance that was so pure that it didn't benefit him was not in line with his nature...... Maybe, no, the recent days have indeed been too leisurely, and no one has disciplined and supervised themselves, is it just to the extent of bullying some mortals for fun?

What about my strength? What about caution? What about hatred! Since my heart has not changed, it is better to let the farce in front of me end as soon as possible......

The hand was attached to the iceberg, and an imperceptible silver arc flashed between Ling Ye's palms, and the scenery in front of him turned around, leaving only a man with no physical damage, but a hideous face.

Jia Ren has been carried away by the emotion of shame and anger, although he didn't even feel a chill during the period when he was trapped, but just the taste of being wantonly toyed with has made this young brother who has never looked up to himself no longer want to care about any demeanor, and the other party's very likely difficult background!

In the few seconds when the silence seemed to stop time, under the allegorical gaze of everyone behind him, under the gaze of the stinky imp in front of him and the two people who were originally pursuing him, Jia Ren interpreted the negative connotations of mockery, teasing, indifference, schadenfreude, and so on.

The white-faced man was about to rush forward desperately, even at the cost of his life to defend his dignity and glory, but the stinky imp in his eyes spoke.

Ling Ye only said lightly:

"I remember that there seemed to be a law that a head-on and fair duel was guaranteed and defended by all the people of the empire, and that neither one could take private revenge on the other party. Those who violate the order will be beheaded, and the world will be publicized to set an example. ”

The first step of the white-faced lang before he landed suddenly froze, and the recklessness in his red eyes instantly subsided.

As a decent person, Jia Ren is not afraid of death, but what he is most afraid of is that he will be spurned and despised when he dies - leaving a stench for thousands of years has always been difficult for these reserved literati or nobles to accept!

Ling Ye guessed right, and bet right.

Soon, Jia Ren's companions who were a few steps behind hurriedly came over and dragged him back, who didn't have much resistance, and by the way, he also said a few words to Ling Ye.

Of course, no one said anything like a duel anymore, and they were quite glad that the young man with his thin figure but the terrifying power contained it never said anything embarrassing.

The atmosphere was once again dull and awkward.

Except that the boy even felt two tight softness on his arms, as if the two protagonists, a man and a woman, had just gotten out of the carriage and nothing had happened......