There is a sea of people, and a passage is divided, and wheelchairs slowly move along the passage.

The sledgehammer pushing the wheelchair was so nervous that his heart was pounding, the last time he did something in the town, he thought he had seen enough people, but today there were more people than that day!

And everyone is staring at him, staring at Childe, how can they not make him nervous?

Ye Changsheng in a wheelchair, dressed in white and with white hair, sat quietly with his eyes slightly closed.

Sitting in a wheelchair and closing his eyes, the world seems to have nothing to do with him.

However, with his super strong spiritual sense, he could also feel countless scorching gazes, provocative gazes from the high platform, and the curious gaze of the master on the third floor.

The surging crowds come and go, and all kinds of mixed breaths are intertwined, and the world is nothing more than that.

"Ye Changsheng, you must win against that bastard!"

"Ye Changsheng, you must marry her home!"

"White-haired immortals, you will always be the pride of our Yunlong people......"

The shouts came and went, overwhelming the world, and soon converged into a wave of earth-shattering sound, resounding throughout the city.

The crowd became more and more intense, and finally blocked the road.

The Royal Guard arrived just in time to isolate the fanatical crowd once more, escorting wheelchairs as if they were facing a great enemy, and slowly moving forward.

There was no danger, and the area where the wheelchair entered the VIP area, which was tightly protected by a greater number of royal guards.

Ye Changsheng still didn't open his eyes, as if he was recuperating.

When you open your eyes, you have to greet those royal magnates you don't know, and when you say hello, you will inevitably have to salute, and if you salute, you will inevitably have to say a few words, and when you greet you, you will inevitably listen to those who are nutritious and unnutritious.

They put on a show, but they made a mess for themselves, so why bother?

The sledgehammer also did not squint, and passed through the passage of the magnates before stopping.

Ye Changsheng opened his eyes and looked towards the high platform.

From his position, he could just see Gongsun Kang on the high platform, and he naturally looked upward.

Ye Changsheng turned sideways and smiled at the sledgehammer, this tacit understanding and thought, no one can compare to the sledgehammer.

He took off the items on his body and handed them all to the sledgehammer, according to the regulations, the two sides of the duel were not allowed to use external forces.

Tapping the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, Ye Changsheng flew up, like a big white bird, fluttering down on the high platform.

On the VIP seat, the dignitaries nodded one after another, Ye Changsheng's figure was very good, and he was obviously powerful.

"Brother Changsheng, blow him up!" "Behind the magnates, Zi Ling'er's face turned red, and she stood up and shouted loudly.

"Brother Changsheng, blow him up!" The boys and girls sitting around Zi Ling'er also stood up one after another and shouted.

The magnates changed color in shock and looked sideways at the young men.

Even if Gongsun Kang is a pus-filled soft egg, after all, he is also a direct royal family of the Glory Federation, how can he say that he will explode.

These children are open-mouthed, and if they are not careful, they are going to cause a diplomatic dispute.

But fortunately, the members of the two royal families of the Glory Federation sat indifferently, and even smiled a little, obviously not taking the children's shouts to heart.

Beside the prince, the little prince grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands, puffed out his cheeks, and looked at Ye Changsheng's eyes, full of grievances and resentments.

"Blow him up!"

"Blow him up!"

"Blow him up!"

The audience behind the VIP seats suddenly let out a mountain of shouts.

Under the impetus of the Confucian scholars of the academy, the story between Ye Changsheng, Gongsun Kang, and the rich girl has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they were originally on Ye Changsheng's side.

Moreover, in the past three days, the Yunlong people have watched the challengers who came to power being knocked out of the ring one by one without dignity, and more than a dozen people have died, how can they not be aggrieved?

Now that the humiliation and grievances that have accumulated in their hearts have finally found an outlet, how can they not scream with all their might.

The earth shakes, the mountains shake, and the wind and clouds change color.

On the high platform, Ye Changsheng and Gongsun Kang were ten meters apart, standing still.

Glancing at the undulating fists in the audience, Gongsun Kang looked at Ye Changsheng with a mocking expression: "Ye Changsheng, I hope you will not be as ignorant as them. ”

Ye Changsheng said lightly: "They are not ignorant, they are just expressing their disgust for you, but don't worry, they will soon forget who you are, but they will remember the Gongsun family." ”

Gongsun Kang's face changed slightly, and he sneered: "Only a little person like you from the bottom would say such childish words." The victor does not need to be remembered at all, and the loser, even if he dies, will only be accompanied by endless humiliation. ”

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly: "I hope you remember what you said today, and it is also an honor to step on the throne of a royal family." ”

Gongsun Kang laughed: "My son promised you a chance to make ten moves, I hope that after ten moves, you will have a chance to laugh." ”

With a dashing flick of his clothes, Gongsun Kang took a step back, full of provocation, and beckoned to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng bowed slightly, drew his sword, and strode forward.

Today's Immortal Sword is still smeared with black ink, hiding its brilliance and edge.

He also didn't have a scabbard, and he didn't buckle the spirit snake sword in his cultivation to the hilt, so when he drew the sword, it was like taking off a wooden stick, very casual.

However, when this sword was held in Ye Changsheng's hand, it was natural, as if this sword should have been in Ye Changsheng's hand.

It is these details that can better reflect the quality of a sword cultivator.

On the third floor of the small building, many people couldn't help but squint their eyes when they saw Ye Changsheng's action of picking up his sword, revealing appreciation.

In particular, several real people from the Yuanqing Palace and the Zixia Palace did not hesitate to exclaim: "The circle is wishful, and it is deeply in line with the natural charm of Taoism!"

Ye Changsheng is a person with a Taoist fate, and he practices the way of "Chong Xu", so he should be a lay disciple of Taoism.

But he is so dignified, but he has become a lay disciple of Buddhism, what is this!

Under the high platform, more than 100,000 people looked at Ye Changsheng who was strolling forward, and they had long forgotten to shout, and they were almost out of breath one by one.

On the high platform, but there was not the slightest sense of slaughter, Ye Changsheng walked leisurely, walking calmly, looking at the relaxed appearance, like a wandering boy.

Even Gongsun Kang on the opposite side was stunned and suspicious.

He could see that whether it was Ye Changsheng's steps, breathing, or posture holding the sword, they all came from the mysteries of Taoism, and it was obviously not shallow.

It's just that Ye Changsheng only has a chance for ten moves, shouldn't he really think that these ten moves are just ordinary competitions?

The breeze was blowing, Gongsun Kang's clothes were flying, and his heart was Ling Ran again.

Ye Changsheng, who was on the other side, finally made a move.

A vague and floating sword is like a bamboo pole stabbed out by a child.

However, this sword completely integrated Ye Changsheng's aura and sword momentum, and it was natural.

In the midst of peace, there is a murderous opportunity!

(End of chapter)