Ye Junlin defeated Yun Feng.

This incident is like a monstrous giant Lang, which has set off a huge wave in everyone's hearts.

The father and son of the Yun family have always been known as 'martial idiots'. In the 'Sea of Purple Clouds', there are only a handful of people who can be the opponents of their father and son.

And the young man named 'Ye Junlin' in front of him didn't have much effort to defeat Yun Feng.

This made those outer disciples and those elders a little unacceptable.

At this moment, the happiest place should be Guan Ping. I saw a rich smile on his face, and he seemed to see that the throne of the 'Sect Master' was already beckoning to him.

Ye Junlin stood in the ring, his face was not shocked, he was not complacent because he had defeated Yun Feng.

When he is in high spirits, he can only be regarded as half a hero, and he is the real king when he is not shocked by the vicissitudes of the sea.

Ye Junlin stood on the stage, looking down at the many outer disciples, and suddenly seemed to be the emperor of the world, looking down on the common people, and dominating the world.

All of a sudden, those outer disciples in the stands seemed to be conquered by him

After a long time, the crowd below finally came back to their senses.

Jiang Du coughed in embarrassment, pulling everyone's thoughts back from the shock.

"So, the game continues. Jiang Duan spoke, his eyes swept between Song Miaoyu and Yang Gongcheng.

"Senior Brother Yang, as a man, shouldn't you go first!" Song Miaoyu laughed, that pretty face was like a blooming peach blossom, which was intoxicating.

"Eh" Yang Gongcheng hesitated, and a silly smile appeared on his honest face: "I won't do it." ”

Yang Gongcheng replied crisply.

"Do you want to let Senior Sister go first? Senior Sister is a girl!" Song Miaoyu put her hand on Yang Gongcheng's shoulder, which was pitiful and distressing.

"Eh" Yang Gongcheng became very cramped, his swarthy face had turned the color of pig liver, and his breathing became heavy. For this kind of beauty begging or something, he is the worst at coping.

Song Miaoyu looked at this innocent 'little virgin' who was at a loss, and couldn't help but "giggle": "Senior brother, the Buddha said: If you don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

Yang Gongcheng's heart was like a scurrying rabbit at this time, jumping straight up. Just when his mind was about to fail, a cold look shot from behind him.

That look came from Ye Junlin, undoubtedly.

Yang Gongcheng remembered what Ye Junlin had told him, and his teeth bit his lips fiercely, as if he had made a very difficult decision.

"I don't go to hell, whoever loves to go. Yang Gongcheng shook off Song Miaoyu's hand and said viciously.

"Hmph!" Song Miaoyu threw down a coquettish sentence: "It's really not a man!" Then, the delicate body jumped and jumped into the ring.

"Whew-" Yang Gongchang breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just experienced an earth-shattering battle.

"Miaoyu, this kid, is really getting naughty and naughty. In the stands, Shui Ruyu chuckled softly

In the ring, Song Miaoyu and Ye Junlin looked at each other, there was no murderous aura, no hostility, but an ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Miaoyu has a charming body, and she is born with a seductive power for men. So she's confident, and she believes that no man can escape the palm of her hand.

"Hehe" Song Miaoyu laughed, her face was like cherry blossoms falling from the sky, causing people's infinite reverie.

"Oh, junior brother, don't look at people like that! People will be shy. After Song Miaoyu finished speaking, her face was slightly red, and she seemed to be really shy.

"Senior sister, you're thinking too much, I'm not looking at you. Ye Junlin's answer was categorical.

"People are so cute, are you willing to beat others?" Song Miaoyu raised her orchid fingers and walked towards Ye Junlin step by step.

"Reluctantly. "Ye Junlin is like an elm pimple that is not open, ignoring Song Miaoyu's 'beauty', and the 'Red Flame Sword' in his hand suddenly struck.

"Ahh

"Oh, junior brother, why don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!" Song Miaoyu collapsed to the ground, with pear blossoms and rain on her face, which made people feel distressed when she looked at it.

At that moment, Ye Junlin seemed to have entered a dream, and he seemed to see such a picture: a loving little couple, they live in a peaceful environment, men farming and women weaving, life is delicious, just like that, a hundred years in a flash.

A hundred years later, they met again, in a ring, and they were going to fight each other.

Ye Junlin suddenly saw that the heroes and heroines in the picture seemed to be him and Song Miaoyu!

"King's Landing, come and help me. Song Miaoyu's voice, like an ethereal singing, came into his mind again.

As if he was enchanted, Ye Junlin actually put down the 'Red Flame Sword' in his hand and slowly walked towards Song Miaoyu.

Song Miaoyu's face flashed with a smug smile.

Ye Junlin walked to Song Miaoyu's side and gently helped Song Miaoyu up, his hand on her mutton-like skin, gently brushing it, like a breeze blowing through the blue wave lake.

The wind suddenly picked up and blew a pool of spring water.

"King's Landing, don't hit me, okay?" Song Miaoyu said movingly, but in her hand, there was an extra green dagger, like a poisonous snake, slowly slashing towards Ye Junlin's neck.

"That's it. Song Miaoyu said, with an even more smug look on her face.

"Sure enough, no one can escape Senior Sister Song's 'Charm Illusion'!" Yang Gongcheng sighed secretly with black lines on his head.

At the moment when Song Miaoyu's dagger was about to slash through Ye Junlin's neck, a big hand suddenly stretched out and snatched the dagger from Song Miaoyu's slender jade hand.

Without giving Song Miaoyu any chance to resist, endless sword qi suddenly appeared in that big hand, as if as long as he was not careful, the sword qi would cut through Song Miaoyu's skin that was blown and broken.

"Senior sister, don't move, otherwise I won't dare to guarantee the integrity of your pretty face. Ye Junlin said, and his other hand was not idle.

I saw that it was a hand that did not shine with sword energy, and pinched it extremely obscenely on Song Miaoyu's plump breasts.

This moment, Song Miaoyu's pinched flower was instantly discolored.

"You let go, you stinky rascal, let go!" Song Miaoyu scolded.

"Let go, you have to admit defeat first, senior sister?" Ye Junlin suddenly became more obscene.

"Okay, good, good, I admit defeat, admit defeat!" Although Song Miaoyu is good at 'the art of charm', it is the first time that she has been molested like this by a strange man, and she can't help but lose her proportions.

"Ten Elders, look," Ye Junlin said to Jiang Duan.

"You won. Let go of Miaoyu. Jiang Duan didn't seem to be able to stand it anymore.

"Oh, good!" Ye Junlin responded, his figure flashed, and he quickly swept to the other side of the ring. He stayed away from Song Miaoyu because he was afraid that Song Miaoyu would fight with him when he was angry.

Women or something, in fact, are the most difficult to deal with.

"Hmph, you a**! scoundrel!bastard!" Song Miaoyu was like an erupting volcano, and her anger instantly swept through the entire ring.

On the stands, countless male disciples were also filled with indignation when they saw that their goddess was being 'bullied'.

"Ye Junlin, this dick, bastard"

"Dare to bully 'Miaoyu' Senior Sister, you should be careful to choke to death by drinking water!"

Foul language, released from the stands, filled the entire square, it is estimated that if they couldn't beat Ye Junlin, I am afraid that they would have gone up to fight a group long ago.

Ye Junlin looked at all this indifferently, noncommittal

After a long period of time, the 'Song Miaoyu turmoil' finally subsided.

Ye Junlin's gaze fell on Yang Gongcheng: "Come up!"

"Good!"

Yang Gongcheng responded, and his burly body jumped onto the stage