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Chapter 317: Guard, Fall

casually took out a low-grade martial art, and gave the other party even an eyelid to beat without blinking his eyes.

What is the identity of this seventeen-year-old boy in front of him?

Could it be that he is the son-in-law of the eight great families?

Not only in Zhang Ye's mind, but even in other people's minds, this idea inexplicably appeared.

In the entire Eight Desolations Fortress, only those people can casually take out such anti-heaven martial arts, right?

"Grandpa Zhang, you say, what kind of person is he, it's so bold to shoot. No, no, no, this is simply the behavior of a loser!" Qiushuang's eyes turned back and forth from time to time, stretching her neck, and she looked eccentric.

Grandpa Zhang shook his head, saying that he didn't know, and he also wanted to know what Ye Qingyun's identity was.

"I'll ask. Suddenly, Qiushuang smiled strangely, couldn't help but be curious in her heart, and jumped to the carriage.

"Miss, ...... you" When Zhang Ye saw this scene, he was speechless for a while, he wanted to speak but couldn't say it, and finally he could only shake his head.

Just let the young lady go, anyway, the boy doesn't seem to be a bad person.

Here, the one that has hit the hardest is obviously Aoshijie.

Before, he also mocked Ye Qingyun, but he didn't expect the latter to casually cultivate a low-grade martial art from the space ring, which almost blinded his eyes.

Although I don't like it, I can't help it.

In case the latter is really the son-in-law of the Eight Desolations family......

Thinking of this, he struck a stirring spirit and shook his head.

"Keep going, stunned here, what are you doing!" he scolded, his eyes widened, and he shouted at the warriors around him.

These people were all immersed in what had just happened, and they were surprised that Ye Qingyun could come up with a low-grade martial art.

Hearing the young master's scolding, Fang continued to walk forward.

There is a large gift box on top of the carriage.

"Brother Qingyun, are you the son-in-law of the Eight Great Families?" As soon as she came up, Qiu Shuang went straight to the point, blinked her eyes, and asked.

"It's not. For this cheerful, innocent, and unconspiracy girl, Ye Qingyun has a good impression.

"Oh, isn't it? Then how can you easily take out the local low-grade martial arts, just like the aunt who buys vegetables in the market. Qiu Shuang said with a solemn face, as if she didn't believe Ye Qingyun's words at all.

"Uh. ”

Countless black lines appeared on Ye Qingyun's forehead, and he was speechless.

It's really rare to see a girl like this.

However, what Qiu Shuang said was right, because there were indeed countless martial arts on Ye Qingyun's ancient ring, and the lowest one was of the lower grade quality.

It can be said that that one ancient ring alone is worth tens of billions of high-grade spirit stones.

used the local tyrant to describe Ye Qingyun as already belittling him.

"Brother Qingyun is also going to participate in the Eight Desolations Festival? However, why don't you have the slightest fluctuation in your spiritual power?Is your cultivation too high?" Qiu Shuang pouted, looking at Ye Qingyun with a strange expression, as if looking at a new continent.

Looking at such pure eyes, Ye Qingyun couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of the Eight Desolations Festival that the girl said, and asked, "Eight Desolations Festival?"

"You don't know?" Qiu Shuang's eyes popped out, her little face was full of strangeness, and she said slowly: "The Eight Desolations Festival is the largest event in the Eight Desolations Fortress, where all the sons of Tianjiao in the entire Eight Desolations Continent gather. ”

"Tianjiao Bang is also Wang Tianbang. ”

"Brother Qingyun, you don't even know such common sense, you can't come out of the valley, right?" Qiushuang's eyes widened, stunned for a moment, and her smart eyes were full of curiosity.

Ye Qingyun shook his head, he really didn't know what was going on, but he seemed to know something from Yun Tian's mouth.

The Eight Desolations Festival is said to be a competition for young people, and anyone who has achieved a good ranking from it will be included in the ranking of Tianjiao.

Tianjiao Bang is also called Wang Tianbang.

The people on the list will definitely not exceed the scope of Wang Tianjing.

Countless young people are vying to go to the Eight Desolations Festival, so that they can engrave their names on the Tianjiao list, let their names be famous for centuries, and enjoy the awe-inspiring eyes of others.

For this grand event, Ye Qingyun didn't feel the slightest interest.

In his eyes, these are all children's play.

Seeing his expressionless face, Qiu Shuang was stunned again, a little speechless, coughed lightly, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Brother Qingyun, do you know what the reward will be for the first place on the pride list this day?"

Ye Qingyun looked at the girl in confusion, shook his head, and waited for the latter to continue talking.

"You can absorb the spiritual power left by the dead. ”

Hearing this, his face changed slightly: "Dead?"

"Hmm!" Qiu Shuang nodded heavily, a solemn color gradually appeared on his little face, and he said in a deep voice: "This deceased landed in the Eight Desolations Continent a hundred years ago, he has six arms, two arms like a human, and the other four arms are like a tiger, like a wolf, like a leopard, like a bear, extremely weird, although he is dead, but a body of spiritual power is still there." ”

"Back then, Shangguan Qianqiu, the head of the Shangguan family, was able to cultivate the Imperial Extreme Realm because of absorbing this trace of spiritual power, and now although there is not much spiritual power left in the deceased's body, it is enough for these young disciples to absorb. ”

"It is said that after absorbing this aura, the martial artists of the Ninefold Realm of the King Heaven Realm can directly advance to the Emperor Extreme Realm. Qiushuang told Ye Qingyun the news she got from others one by one, without any concealment.

The girl in front of her was not wary at all.

She didn't notice that when she finished saying this, Ye Qingyun's face instantly became gloomy.

A man's name suddenly came to mind in his mind.

That's his bodyguard.

In his previous life, he had a total of ten disciples and three guards!

None of the three guards are human.

From the description in Qiushuang's mouth, he knew that the dead man was one of his guards.

"Fall!"

Such a name came to his mind.

That's right, that guard is called Fallen, a foreigner, with beast blood flowing in his body, and because of this, he will have six arms!

Those six arms were mighty.

Unexpectedly, after his death, the end of the guard was very miserable, although I don't know how the latter died, but now someone actually used the body of his guard as a prize for the Eight Desolations Festival, which is simply unbearable.

"These people are so frustrated. The ruthless sword spirit said viciously, wishing that he would hurry up and find that bastard, and beat him viciously, so that he could relieve his hatred.

"Who got the corpse?" Ye Qingyun's voice was full of anger, looking at the girl in front of him, startling the latter.

Seeing Qiushuang like this, he suddenly calmed down a lot.