Whether there is this month or not, Ye Changsheng actually doesn't matter.

Drag on for another month, and God knows what else will happen.

The Huang family can afford to drag it, but he can't afford it.

Seeing Zi Ling'er's big teary eyes glaring at him, Ye Changsheng had no choice but to smile apologetically.

Huang Jingyun was also stunned, and then nodded happily.

For fear that someone would come out and cause trouble, he ordered someone to come up with the contest agreement that had been prepared a long time ago.

It's rare that he thought thoughtfully and wrote everything that should be written, and there was nothing wrong with it.

In duplicate.

There were no objections.

Ye Changsheng and Huang Jingyun signed their names on the agreement and put their bloody handprints on them.

The two big housekeepers of the Zi family and the Bai family, as well as the mayor Wu Youcai, who represented the official, also signed their names on the agreement.

This agreement is very formal, and if either party breaks the contract, then even if he hides to the ends of the earth, he will be despised and spurned.

Huang Jingyun got the agreement, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Three years ago, Ye Changsheng was seriously injured and looked like a wasted person, which was in everyone's eyes.

Even if his legs are good, even if he can cultivate, how strong can he be?

I'm afraid that Ye Changsheng himself thinks that waiting for another month will be a torment, so it is better to end it happily!

In the square, the two gangs parted, making way for a large open space.

Ye Changsheng and Huang Jingyun stood opposite each other and handed over all the ornaments on their bodies.

The ethereal sword that was used as a bet was also temporarily kept by the grand steward of the White Tiger Villa.

Zi Ling'er stood on the periphery, her eyes were red, she bit her fingers, and she was very nervous before she started fighting.

Although there may not be a miracle, the little bell still hopes for a miracle.

Also nervous were the warriors and apprentices of the Ye family, all of them with solemn expressions, and even Qiu Tianzuo, the great worshipper who guessed the intention of immortality, unconsciously clenched his fists.

Wang Dazhui put the hammer aside, sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and silently prayed for Ye Changsheng.

The warriors of the Huang family and the Ding family had a relaxed look on their faces, and when they saw where Wang Dazhui was praying, they laughed unabashedly.

Is it useful to be cramming?

In their opinion, there is no suspense about the outcome of this competition.

The only suspense is, within ten moves, how will Jingyun Gongzi humiliate Ye Changsheng?

Is it to abolish Ye Changsheng's legs, or to abolish Ye Changsheng's legs and feet?

Or, abolish Ye Changsheng's legs and feet, and then abolish Ye Changsheng's sea of qi, so that he will completely become a wasted person?

Ding Wancheng's eyes flickered, and he thought viciously, it was best to have a full set, and by the way, Ye Changsheng's will was also destroyed.

In this way, the Ye family will be separated, and they can take the opportunity to divide the Ye family's industry, not only can they recover today's losses, but they can also make a lot of money!

In the open space of the square, Huang Jingyun stood outstanding, domineering, like an unsheathed sword.

Looking at Ye Changsheng opposite with mocking eyes, Huang Jingyun said leisurely: "Make a move!"

I don't know when, Ye Changsheng tied up his white hair and hung it behind him.

The corners of his mouth hooked a cold smile, and the true yuan in his body urged, and six veins fluttered behind him in an instant.

Six white veins, layer by layer, across the top of the head, flashing with brilliant colors, like white jade streamers, fluttering smartly.

Open Pulse Realm, Six Pulse Master?!

Everyone watching the battle couldn't help but be taken aback and their eyes widened.

They never expected that Ye Changsheng would not only have good legs, but also be so strong.

It's just that this appearance is amazing.

The master of the six veins, among his peers, can be regarded as a master.

It's a pity that Ye Changsheng's opponent today is not an ordinary martial arts academy disciple, but a genius boy of the martial academy, Huang Jingyun.

Huang Jingyun has already advanced to the Chong Qi Realm, and his initial strength is 5,000 catties.

If you add the blessing of his talent, the blessing of the Huang family's secret martial arts, Huang Jingyun's peak attack power is at least seven thousand catties!

The attack power of seven thousand catties is at least twice that of Ye Changsheng!

Whether it is in the realm or in strength, Huang Jingyun is absolutely crushing.

In Zi Ling'er's eyes, the brilliance only flickered for a moment, and then quickly dimmed.

The two chief butlers were also stunned, and secretly said that it was a pity.

Huang Jingyun was also surprised, although he had long been aware of Ye Changsheng's disguise, he didn't expect that this paralyzed man actually had the strength of the six veins.

But this bit of strength is not enough for him to put in his eyes.

Huang Jingyun's handsome face still had a charming smile: "The higher you climb, the worse you fall, Ye Changsheng, have you heard this sentence?"

"Yes. Ye Changsheng's expression was blank, and he strode towards Huang Jingyun opposite.

Less than two meters away from Huang Jingyun, Ye Changsheng drew his sword.

"Khooth!"

The Immortal Sword emitted a dragon-like tremor, and the clear sword light suddenly shone brightly.

Without any fancy, Ye Changsheng swung his sword forward.

The speed of this sword is not fast, it is extremely ordinary, and even makes the people watching the battle feel bored.

However, this sword contains the power of ten thousand catties!

Thirty-six meridians, seven thousand two hundred catties!

The basic power of the Open Pulse Realm, a thousand catties!

Talent blessing, a thousand catties!

Sword intent blessing, a thousand catties!

This sword, 10,000 catties!

Call!

The fierce sword qi roared through like a storm.

Huang Jingyun's coat instantly pierced countless pores, and his handsome face suddenly oozed countless beads of blood.

Dense and tiny beads of blood stretched together, and Huang Jingyun's face showed a strange red.

His gaze was clouded with a layer of blood red, and Huang Jingyun blinked his eyes in horror.

The sword light that slashed suddenly disappeared.

His eyes couldn't catch the trajectory of that sword at all!

Almost at the same time, the pain of a split came from both of his wrists, clear and brief.

With a snort, the terrifying sword aura disappeared into invisibility.

Ye Changsheng returned the sword into the sheath, the clouds were light and the wind was light, just like the previous sword, it was just a false move.

He looked at Huang Jingyun with a cold gaze, his lips moved slightly, and he said, "You'd better not move, you can still be decent." ”

Huang Jingyun's expression was still fixed at the moment of horror, and his eyes widened.

He was stupefied.

Like a survivor after a storm, he has nothing but fear in his heart!

His wrist was injured by the sword qi, and his tendons were severed, leaving only a layer of mucous membrane attached.

If you move it, the wound on your wrist will immediately open and your tendons will break completely.

Ye Changsheng's sword subverted all his cognitions of ten years of sword practice.

When it was clearly chopped out, it was extremely violent, and the change of tactics halfway was light and light.

Obviously, the speed at which the sword was drawn was very slow and slow, but it accelerated in an instant, so fast that even his eyes couldn't see clearly.

Between fast and slow, between violent and gentle, the connection is as smooth as a cloud, and there is no hindrance.

What's even more incredible is that Ye Changsheng's control of strength is extremely accurate, just cutting the tendons of his two hands, but not completely cutting.

Huang Jingyun really couldn't imagine how that sword was cast?

An unpredictable sword!

Ye Changsheng didn't think about it so much, from the beginning, he didn't regard Huang Jingyun as his opponent.

All he asked for was to get back what was his own.

Changsheng Zhengse said: "Master Jingyun, I took away the sword, and the Ye family will pay the Ding family 50,000 taels of silver, two Qing?"

Huang Jingyun stood motionless, and hummed out a voice in pain: "Liangqing!"

He finally understood that Ye Changsheng was just planning to get back the ethereal sword.

Ye Changsheng is even more eager for this battle than him!

Hearing Huang Jingyun's answer, Ye Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, this was the result he hoped for, while taking back the ethereal sword, he could also preserve the dignity of the Huang family.

He turned to look at the two big butlers outside the arena and said loudly, "Two elders, what do you think?"

The two butlers had no idea what had happened, and looked at each other in amazement.

Now that both sides of the competition have nodd, what else do they have to say?

The chief butler of the White Tiger Villa said solemnly: "Since you have no objection, then the old man naturally has no objection!"

In everyone's blank and surprised eyes, Ye Changsheng took out 50,000 taels of silver tickets and handed them to the chief butler.

Ye Changsheng's heart was surging, and he closed his eyes intoxicated.

The moment he held the ethereal sword, his life was finally complete!