Great God Ye Qiu has become a belief in the hearts of the villagers, how can Young Master Ouyang insult the faith in their hearts like this, how can they not be angry?

What a treacherous boy.

Yang Xianfeng glanced at Ye Qiu, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Ye Qiu led them to the enemy of Ye Qiu's great god in a few words.

"What's the matter? Even the great god Ye Qiu doesn't dare to touch a single hair of me!"

Young Master Ouyang was very uncomfortable by the eyes of the villagers, and it was the first time he saw the villagers looking at him with such eyes, so he quickly raised his head and said inwardly.

"Huh, huh?"

Ye Qiu smiled and walked slowly towards Young Master Ouyang, "You have said so, if you don't kill you, how can you be worthy of Great God Ye Qiu."

Bad.

Yang Xianfeng trembled, and his heart became very uneasy, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast, which only appeared when he was in danger.

"Friend, wait a minute, today's matter is our fault, let's leave. ”

Yang Xianfeng took a step back as he escorted Young Master Ouyang, and smiled at Ye Qiu.

"Originally, you could leave by cutting off your arm, but this thing that doesn't know whether to live or die dares to blaspheme the Great God of Ye Qiu, and now each of you must leave a head. ”

Ye Qiu walked towards Yang to worship them step by step, and each step made Yang worship more pressure.

The villagers' eyes widened in fright.

Keep a head?

That's what it means to leave a small life behind?

Looking at this posture, Ye Qiu is not joking!

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host, pretending to be successful, pretending to be a scary coercion. ”

A prompt from the system came.

Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment, he hadn't heard this prompt for a long time.

Then the system continued, "According to the host's needs, the pretend value is automatically exchanged for the power of faith. ”

"Ding-dong, congratulations to the host, gain the power of faith. ”

The words of the system made Ye Qiu happy, doesn't this mean that you can also pretend to be strong in this world?

"Boy, are you really going to break the net?"

Just as Ye Qiu was talking to the system, Yang Xianfeng said in a deep voice with a gloomy face.

"When a fish dies, the net doesn't necessarily break. ”

Ye Qiu shook his finger and said disdainfully, "With you trash, I can knock you down with one hand." ”

"Young man, you're too crazy, aren't you?"

Yang Xianfeng became angry, how many years? He had never been so aggrieved.

"I'm crazy, how to drop, I have crazy capital, I'm the spokesperson of Ye Qiu God! Ye Qiu God is standing behind me, Ye Qiu God is omnipotent, so I am also invincible. ”

Ye Qiu looked up to the sky and laughed, with a domineering attitude of looking down on the world.

"Heh, Great God Ye Qiu, to be honest, the old man has lived for such a long time, and he has never heard of such a god. ”

Yang Xianfeng sneered, and took out a short sword from his cuff, since the talk collapsed, it can only be seen in strength.

"Yang worship, kill this arrogant man. ”

Young Master Ouyang saw that Yang Xianfeng was getting serious, and immediately happily pointed at Ye Qiu and ordered.

"Shut up. ”

Yang Xianfeng's face was gloomy, and he glared at Young Master Ouyang, his voice was extremely gloomy, as if Young Master Ouyang said more, he would make a move on Young Master Ouyang.

Young Master Ouyang immediately shut up as if someone had suddenly choked his neck.

Only then did he remember that Yang Xianfeng was not an ordinary person, and even his father, the head of the Ouyang family, was kind to Yang Xian, and he didn't dare to have a trace of disrespect.

"The old man is a disciple of the 'Xuanzhen Sect', I don't know which sect you are?"

Yang Xianfeng squinted his eyes, protected the short sword in front of him, and asked Ye Qiu.

As soon as Ye Qiu wanted to speak, the short sword enshrined by Yang was like thunder, turning into a white light and stabbing towards Ye Qiu's upper body.

This sudden change was so fast that people didn't have time to react at all.

Yang Xianfeng sneered in his heart, the young man was really too tender, he showed his weapons, and Ye Qiu still looked defenseless.

The battle between cultivators, every move, every move, every breath is deadly.

From the side, Yang Enshrined's short sword had already been inserted into Ye Qiu's head.

But Yang Xianfeng on the front was dumbfounded, his short sword was actually bitten in Ye Qiu's mouth.

Ye Qiu's mouthful of white teeth gritted the short sword tightly, so that his short sword could not move a single point.

"It can't be!"

Yang Xianfeng was so frightened that he almost didn't come up in a breath, his short sword was a magic weapon that he had worked so hard to refine, and he had not encountered anything that the short sword kept slashing so far.

Now that he was actually caught by Ye Qiu with his teeth, how hard and strong Ye Qiu's teeth were!

Ye Qiu's physical strength is not below the five-star demon beast, but his physical strength has reached the realm of a strong person in the out-of-body stage.

And Yang Xianfeng only has the strength of the Jindan period, which is weaker than the rat king killed by Ye Qiu, how can he hurt Ye Qiu.

"Phew. ”

Ye Qiu spat the short sword that Yang had enshrined to the ground like spit.

"Old man, can you stop playing? I won't give you a chance if you don't show some skills. ”

Ye Qiu walked up to Yang Xianfeng, patted Yang Xianfeng's shoulder and said with a smile.

An expression that I've given you a chance.

Yang Xianfeng was gently patted on the shoulder by Ye Qiu, and almost knelt on the ground.

He's not playing!

That short sword was his killer move, his strongest blow.

But he couldn't say it, this was really embarrassing, his strongest blow was actually the same as playing in Ye Qiu's eyes.

"Why do you look down on me, don't you want to do everything you can to me?"

Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows and said unhappily.

I don't look down on you!

Yang Fengfeng was very aggrieved in his heart, but how did he say this!

"Then I'm going to make a move!"

Ye Qiu frowned and said.

This sentence almost scared Yang Feng to death, and he hurriedly shouted: "Don't don't, I admit defeat, I admit defeat." ”

"Admitting defeat is a fart, you insulted the Great God of Ye Qiu, and you must pay the price. ”

Ye Qiu twisted his shoulders and stared at Yang Xian.

"It was he who insulted Ye Qiu, a member of the Ouyang family, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

At the moment of life and death, Yang Xianfeng panicked and pushed Young Master Ouyang behind him out.

"Yang worship, how do you ......"

Young Master Ouyang was also panicked, and he also knew that he had kicked the iron plate this time.

As soon as he spoke, Yang Xianfeng pierced Young Master Ouyang's heart with another short sword.

Young Master Ouyang glared and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"How did you kill him?"

Ye Qiu looked at Young Master Ouyang's corpse and asked in a daze.

"He insulted the great god Ye Qiu, so he must die. ”

Yang Xianfeng pulled out the short sword, looked at Ye Qiu and said in a deep voice.

Yang is not a loss is an old monster who has lived for nearly a hundred years, and the speed of seeing the wind and rudder is staggering, he now seems to be like the most loyal believer of Ye Qiu.

"Do you really believe in Ye Qiu God, Ye Qiu God will tell me, whether you are really in awe in your heart, or you can't hide the all-knowing Ye Qiu God from your mouth. ”

Ye Qiu looked at Yang Xianfeng and said.

(End of chapter)