"It's not that this guy has three heads and six arms, he is fierce and vicious, and he killed the Taiyi Sword Sect and almost wiped out, why is he so cowardly now?"

"Maybe it's an exaggeration, he doesn't look like a great product."

"We're not going to run into imposters, are we?"

All kinds of contempt, ridicule, and disdain are all because of Qiu Yun's silent silence.

In the eyes of many people, this is cowardice, cowardice, and fear.

Of course, there are also calm and rational people who see that something is wrong.

"People don't take Yan Seventeen in their eyes at all, they belong to the kind that they don't care."

"At this moment, indifference is as good as ever, and this alone makes Qiu Yun not simple."

"I guess it's a ruthless character, not easy to mess with."

"Cut, is it as mysterious as you say? He's desperate now, of course. ”

Someone refuted and instigated Yan Seventeen to be ruthless to see if this kid could hide.

Around the long street, in a matter of moments, the number of monks exceeded two hundred.

Although the realm is uneven, this battle is still quite scary.

Qiu Yun turned his back to Yan Seventeen and walked forward without hurrying.

Ignore the fierce eyes on both sides, and ignore the taunt in front of you.

That indifference humiliated the self-esteem of many people, and they launched accusations one after another.

"Stop!"

Yan Seventeen roared, in front of everyone's eyes, Qiu Yun ignored his existence, which was an insult to him.

Can't take it.

He jumped to block Qiu Yun's way, the long sword in his hand pointed directly at Qiu Yun's face, and the fine sword qi was engulfed and expanded, like a red rainbow, containing killing.

Qiu Yun looked at him, slowly raised his right hand, and slashed the blade of the sword with his index finger, and there was a disdainful mockery all around.

"I cut it, and I didn't plant ......"

The sword is pointed at the nose, can you bear it like this?

It's ......

Just when everyone despised and looked down on Qiu Yun, the situation suddenly changed.

The long sword in Yan Qiqi's hand flicked deftly, avoiding Qiu Yun's fingers and pointing at his nose for the second time.

This is to humiliate Qiu Yun in front of all the masters in the audience.

At this moment, Qiu Yun finally began to face Yan Seventeen.

And the moment his gaze touched Yan Seventeen's face, an accident happened.

Yan Seventeen, who is in his twenties, looks quite handsome.

With a slender body, even flesh and bones, and the strength of the early stage of the god realm, he is definitely the best among his peers.

A smile appeared on his face: "Finally Ken is looking at me......"

Qiu Yun didn't speak, because the next moment, Yan Seventeen's smile froze.

He stood in front of Qiu Yun and pointed his sword at Qiu Yun's nose, how arrogant and arrogant he was.

But at this time, the people watching the battle saw that Yan Qiqi's body shook slightly, the skeleton of the whole person moved back a few feet, and the flesh and blood remained in place, and the strange separation of flesh and bone made him look as if he had been chopped alive in an instant.

The complete and bloody skeleton was six feet behind Yan Seventeen, but his handsome skin remained motionless, and the smile on his face collapsed and slackened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The body, which lost the support of the skeleton, collapsed on the ground all of a sudden, and could not hold it up at all except for a slight squirming.

Exclamations and screams instantly spread throughout the streets, and everyone watching the battle was dumbfounded.

How is this done?

Yan Seventeen's flesh and blood were separated, and he was still alive and well, but the pain of tearing his soul apart made his bloody jawbones open and close up and down, but he couldn't make a sound.

The flesh he had left behind wriggled and wriggled as he tried to question and speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

Qiu Yun's method of separating human flesh and bones at a glance really exceeded everyone's expectations.

The sword that once pointed at Qiu Yun's nose fell to the ground unexpectedly, and the sword bounced up and down a few times, giving people a sense of joy, but no one nearby was happy.

It's too evil, this subverts cognition.

Yan Seventeen's Yuan Shen struggled back and forth in the bloody skull, and the wriggling brain marrow bulged up for a while, contracting together, and could not break free.

Qiu Yun didn't kill him, didn't even move his hand, and didn't speak.

That freeze-frame picture has caused many people to leave a shadow of fear in their hearts, those who were contemptuous and ridiculed before, now have a chill down their backs, some are quietly retreating, and some are regretful and panicked.

On a tree a few streets away, Hua Yunxuan and Du Yunxi were from afar, secretly watching Qiu Yun's every move.

Seeing Yan Seventeen's arrogant and provocative behavior, Du Yunxi hated him very much.

But seeing his final fate, Du Yunxi and Hua Yunxuan were stunned.

Qiu Yun's calmness, elegance, self-esteem chic, and a chilling and terrifying taste.

He doesn't argue or make trouble, but the way he slaps his face makes people's souls wail.

At this moment, many people suddenly understood a truth, death is not terrible, what is terrible is that you can't die if you want to.

Is there a grudge between Qiu Yun and Yan Seventeen?

No.

They had never met, it was Yan Seventeen who wanted to be in the limelight, and was the first to run to provoke Qiu Yun, and now they have become this half-dead, frightening, and even annoying.

"Qiu Yun, you are too vicious."

The person behind Yan Seventeen secretly pointed out that Qiu Yun's methods were vicious.

Qiu Yun seemed to have not heard of it, bypassed the lump of flesh in front of him, continued to walk forward without hurry, and passed by the bloody skeleton.

"There is no one in your eyes, Qiu Yun, you dare not to put many of us in your eyes."

The words were inflammatory, and some of the monks felt that they had been ignored, and resentment welled up in their hearts.

Qiu Yun walked leisurely, with an indifferent expression, as if to say, who are you, do I know you?

I don't know, what are you running here for, looking for death?

"It's so arrogant, take me a punch."

Some monks were not angry, and rushed out like a whirlwind, and their right fist instantly approached Qiu Yun's forehead.

It's going to give him a headshot.

Everyone else is paying close attention, waiting for the good show to come on, and by the way, to see how Qiu Yun's real combat power is, so that they can consider the follow-up actions.

The cold fist squeezed the void, forming a short sonic boom, which showed how powerful the punch of the person who shot it was.

Qiu Yun turned a blind eye, as if he was blind, and continued to keep moving forward.

The moment the opponent's fist hit him, something strange happened.

Qiu Yun passed through the opponent's body with such an understatement, as if the enemy's fist had hit the void.

After Qiu Yun walked by, a figure was left in place.

He maintained the posture of punching with his right hand, his left foot supporting his body, his right foot off the ground, leaning forward, his face was full of expression, his eyes were bright, and his face was still a fear that turned from excitement to horror.

His body seemed to be imprisoned, and at first glance, it looked like he had been immobilized, but if you looked closely, you could see that the muscles, bones, skin, and blood vessels all of his body were shattered into particles smaller than a hair.

The seemingly complete body was actually shattered when Qiu Yun walked by, but it was just weirdly not scattered.

This method is the same as Yan Seventeen's flesh and bone separation, but it is more delicate and comprehensive, and even the hardest teeth are broken down into particles.

Heaven and earth fell silent instantly, and an indescribable fear filled the air.

Not to mention these monks from all over the world who have different backgrounds, even Zhou Yu, who was secretly following not far away, was startled.

When did Qiu Yun become so artistic, punishing the enemy and getting some styling, too stylish, too cool.

Is this the rhythm of the sky?

If it is said that Yan Seventeen's fate is a kind of bright intimidation.

He used his life to interpret the price of performance art, so that those hot-headed masters from all walks of life instantly experienced what it means to be calm and naturally cool.

The weird atmosphere made many people panic.

With so many masters on the scene, Qiu Yun extinguished their arrogance without saying a word.

Hua Yunxuan smiled with emotion: "It's far more terrifying than I imagined." ”

Du Yunxi's eyes adored: "It's so cool, at this moment, he should be famous all over the world!" ”

Walking through the long street, Qiu Yun came to the street.

Many people on the street looked at him curiously, not knowing what had happened on the street just now.

The masters of all parties were several feet behind, one by one, silently, not daring to speak, so they followed behind, staring.

Qiu Yun seemed to be unconscious, straight into the front street, on both sides of the dazzling shelves, all kinds of rouge gouache, hairpins, bracelet pendants and other women's favorite things, a wide variety, people lingering.

The vendors are enthusiastically shouting and selling, and it is prosperous.

Qiu Yun had a smile on her face, her eyes were shining, and she wandered back and forth in front of the shelves, buying a lot of gadgets.

A group of masters in the rear had messy eyes, complicated moods, and a kind of frustration of holding back in their hearts and being fooled.

Zhou Yu's stomach hurt when he saw it, Qiu Yun was definitely sincere.

In the distance, Du Yunxi was also amused.

"Use this trick to rectify those people, and they will die of laughter if they say it."

Hua Yunxuan hesitated: "Perhaps, Qiu Yun just wants to go shopping and buy something, and has no other ideas." ”

Du Yunxi glanced at the master, and wanted to say that you were stupid in the Hundred Herbs Immortal Sect.

On the street, Qiu Yun walked all the way, walked all the way, followed by one or two hundred masters of all kinds, that scene, it was difficult not to attract attention.

"Who is this, such a big show. Shopping, there are one or two hundred bodyguards, is there such a person in Pingjiang City? ”

"Looking at the nervous expressions of those bodyguards, you know that this master has a very high status. Even when I walked and shook it, I was so scared by the people behind me that I was about to pee my pants. ”

"This can't be a certain prince of the Great Qi Dynasty patronizing our Pingjiang City, right?"

"Do you want to inform the city lord, maybe there will be a reward."

On the street, many people were talking about it, and all kinds of rumors and speculations made the masters behind them explode their lungs.

My bodyguard is your sister.

Is Lao Tzu dressed like a bodyguard?

You've got your eyes on your buttocks.

Today's Pingjiang City is a little different from the past.

The city is still prosperous, but on a certain street, a mighty group of people, like stars and moons, follow behind a handsome and elegant, leisurely and casual man.

They walked through the streets, and the number was increasing.

The latecomer was very confused: "Why don't you speak, what are you doing with him?" Don't you look down on the little guru's bounty? ”

"Get out, stay away from Lao Tzu."

Those masters of various factions who have witnessed Qiuyun's methods are in a bad mood.

Those who didn't know why, but the people who came from behind felt that the group in front of them were all sand sculptures.

The wanted criminals with a high reward for the little master were right in front of them, and these people didn't even know how to arrest them.

"A bunch of soft eggs, get out of the way for Lao Tzu."

In the quiet team, someone finally couldn't help but stand up.

The monks in front of them consciously gave way, and looked at the person who spoke with pity in their eyes, which one of them ran out of Hanhan, so arrogant?

In the crowd, a burly and tall man in his prime, carrying a mountain knife, walked towards Qiu Yun in a hurry, with his toes high, looking like you don't dare to dare Lao Tzu.

"Under the Hirayama Jiuyue Gate?"

"It looks a bit alike, with a big head and a thick neck, and it's very good-looking."

The burly man walked quickly to the back of Qiu Yun and shouted: "Boy, turn around, the uncle will reward you with a knife." ”

The people watching the battle sweated profusely when they heard this, what a stupid eagle.

Qiu Yun didn't seem to hear it, and the shopping that was not affected made the prime of life angry.

"Dare to pretend to be deaf and dumb in front of Lao Tzu and kneel down for me."

With a wave of his big hand, the prime man slapped Qiu Yun on the shoulder.

The hearts of the people watching the battle were tight, and they all opened their eyes wide, for fear that they would miss the excitement.

Qiu Yun seemed to be unconscious, and there was no flash.

The burly man slapped his right shoulder with his palm, but it seemed to be empty.

Because of the excessive force, his body shook forward, but he did not stand firmly, fell down, and knelt on the ground.

The burly man was angry and angry, and his face showed mania.

But in the next second, he found that he couldn't move, his knees couldn't exert force, his mouth couldn't open, and he couldn't speak.

What's even more terrifying is that he saw his right arm, spreading from his fingertips to his wrist, muscles, nails, and hairs were decomposing and shattering, and at an unbelievably fast speed, in an instant, the entire right arm was decaying and disappearing. Only a faint phantom remains, allowing people to see his previous condition.

The prime of life is creepy and desperately wants to struggle.

But his body was rapidly decaying, his shoulders, lower limbs, torso, head, and finally even his eyeballs shattered and disappeared.

His spirit was screaming, but unfortunately there was no sound.

The people watching the battle looked like they were hell, and they clearly and carefully saw the whole process from birth to death in the prime of life, and the whole process of the primordial spirit from prosperity to decline.

Qiu Yun didn't seem to know, and continued to walk his street, unaware of what was going on behind him.

The eyes of those latecomers widened, and they opened their mouths one by one, and finally understood that the group of people in front of them were not sand sculptures, but they were stupid babies.

In the bustling streets, the sound suddenly became a lot quieter.

Qiu Yun seems to be wandering in the picture scroll, his steps, his posture, in the eyes of everyone, there is an inexplicable charm.

Is this enlightenment?

Zhou Yu, who walked at the end, was also very confused, Qiu Yun had been practicing in Pingjiang City for a few days, and when he came out this time, he felt like a different person.

His realm is between the Yuanying realm and the god realm, and his strength is unfathomable, even Zhou Yu is a little scared.

The monks of all factions who came to the little master nearby, the masters of all parties, the strength was uneven, and those who could really jump in front of Qiu Yun were estimated to not be able to occupy the first floor.