No one knew that at this moment, when Wen Qingye saw the corpse of Zhang Tingfeng, he had already had a killing intent in his heart.

Although he didn't like Jiang Yang, Han Mei and others, Tang Ao's attitude made him even more disliked.

"This is so atmospheric from the Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect, he doesn't even see Tang Ao from time to time."

"There's a good show to watch next"

........

Seeing that Wen Qingye's expression was calm, everyone ignored Tang Ao even more, and the sound of whispering resounded.

When Yan Chang saw this scene, he secretly sneered: "This Wu Qiren is still as arrogant as before, but he is miserable this time, Tang Ao is not the master who can swallow his anger."

Xiao Yu'er was happy in her eyes, and said with a light smile: "Wu Qiren is really an idiot who likes to humiliate himself"

Qiu Ruoshui shook his head and said, "Tang Ao's character, Wu Qiren still has to compete with him, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead."

"Smack!"

Tang Ao slapped the case table violently, became furious, and said, "Is it true that I don't exist?"

The terrifying, violent second came out of his body, and rushed towards Wen Qingye, but the aftermath that floated out of it still made most of the masters present change their faces slightly.

Wen Qingye smiled indifferently, and the aura in his body stirred away, directly cracking Tang Ao's momentum.

Tang Ao's heart suddenly swooped down, and his heart suddenly became a little jealous, this is not easy from the Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect!

Jiang Yang saw Wen Qingye like this, but his heart was cold, he originally thought that he would come and solve this crisis situation, but he didn't expect it to make Tang Ao even more angry.

The disciples of the Fire Sword Sect felt Tang Ao's breath, and then thought of Zhang Tingfeng, they were so frightened that they trembled, and they didn't dare to come out.

Wen Qingye indifferently poured himself a glass of wine and said, "Who are you? shouting and barking like a dog at this banquet?" Don't you know the etiquette?"

Dog barking!?

Everyone looked at each other when they heard Wen Qingye's words, with a hint of horror in their eyes.

This Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect insulted Tang Ao so much?

Jiang Yang and Han Mei's eyes darkened, and they were about to cry in their hearts at this moment, they never thought that Wen Qingye would say such a thing.

Tang Ao said to the two Dragon Palace masters behind him: "You guys give me a try, give me a try, this kid"

Although it is rumored that this Fire Sword Sect is a turtle, and his strength has definitely not reached the Title Golden Immortal, he can't see through Wen Qingye's cultivation, and he doesn't know the depth of this holy son.

The Prince of Ryugu does not do things that he is not sure of.

"Yes!"

Behind Tang Ao, the two eight-rank Golden Immortal Dragon Palace masters nodded.

Whoosh!

Two streams of light swept by, setting off a violent wind in the cold night sky.

The master of the Dragon Palace has done it!

Although the wind swept away everyone's eyes, the people present were not simple people, and they still sensed a trace of the situation in the distance.

"Be careful!"

When Jiang Yang and Han Mei saw it, they hurriedly shouted loudly.

Wen Qingye didn't seem to sense it, raised his wine glass and took a sip of the wine in the wine cup.

Click!

At this moment, the bodies of the two Dragon Palace masters who rushed in front of Wen Qingye slammed suddenly, their expressions were dull, and their four eyes were all open angrily, as if they had encountered something extremely incredible.

Puff puff puff!

Then a large amount of blood gushed out between the throats of the two of them, like a fountain, and it was so beautiful and enchanting in the poignant night sky of this Flying Fish Tower.

Plop! Plop!

The two of them finally collapsed in a pool of blood on the Flying Fish Tower, motionless.

At this time, Wen Qingye's wine cup was just placed to his mouth, and he raised his head slightly and drank the sip of liquor directly.

This liquor was specially made by the Yanmai, and few people could actually drink it in one gulp except for the Yanmai people.

Kill! Drink!

The sky is vast and the mountains and rivers are magnificent!

Everyone was cold in their hearts, and they looked at the bold Flame Sword Sect Holy Son in a daze, and for some reason, their hearts twitched violently.

Yan Chang was shocked in his heart, and said in disbelief: "Soon, his strength has improved again, how long has it been since his strength has made such progress?"

He still remembered that Wen Qingye's strength was the same as him, or even as strong as him, but now it seemed that he was far from being the opponent of this Turtle Holy Son of the Fire Sword Sect.

Also frightened was Qiu Ruoshui, Chu Chun'er.

The two of them still remembered that when they first saw Wen Qingye, they were just a kid who had just entered the Golden Immortal, and now they had killed two Dragon Palace masters of the Eighth Rank Golden Immortal with a snap of their fingers.

This scene is so shocking!

Jiang Yang and Han Mei of the Fire Sword Sect saw this, not only were they not happy, but their faces turned even paler, there was really no turning back now, and they had completely torn their faces with the Dragon Palace.

Tang Ao's face was as gloomy as water, and he looked at Wen Qingye and said, "Do you know who you killed?"

"It's a good wine"

Wen Qingye put down the wine cup, poured himself another glass of Yanmai spirits, and said with a light smile: "Dog legs"

"You're looking for death!"

Tang Ao's eyes were cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes was revealed, Wu Qiren, I will take you today, let the world see the strength of my Dragon Palace, and raise the first butcher's knife for my Dragon Palace to conquer the Nine Heavens South China Sea.

Thinking of this, Tang Ao slammed the five fingers of his right hand, stomped his right foot, and his body was like an arrow off the string, and the rabbit fell and immediately forced to within three feet of Wen Qingye.

"Shake the world with the Dragon Fist!

Hearing only a heaven-shattering dragon roar, within three hundred zhang of Tang Ao's surroundings, the air exploded, and waves of air were as viscous as water, sending out a powerful suction force, his right palm poked out from the ripples of the water waves, and his white palm was covered with a layer of golden qi, five fingers and one claw, turning into a huge dragon claw, grabbing Wen Qingye.

Where the huge dragon's claws passed, they directly crushed the surrounding tables and wine cups.

When the geniuses present saw Tang Ao make a move, they flew away into the distance one by one, and they didn't dare to stop at all.

Wen Qingye put down the wine cup, his eyes twisted slightly, his fingers glowed with blue light, extremely dazzling, and then he suddenly pointed towards Tang Ao in front of him.

"Taixuan God Finger!

An arctic light pierced through the night sky and slammed towards the dragon's claws.

Bang!

The moment the dragon claw and the finger collided, a terrifying wave of qi rushed madly towards the surroundings like a surge, and Wen Qingye was in it, and his footsteps retreated to the rear one after another.

He hurriedly stepped on the earth with his right foot, unloading all the terrifying strength to the ground, and then stabilized his body.

Tang Ao's eyes glowed with red light, exuding a suffocating murderous intent, and he looked at Wen Qingye coldly and said, "Boy, you really disappointed me, if you only have such a little strength, then I don't mind letting you pay for my Dragon Palace's people today."

(End of chapter)