"It's him, this girl always looks like Lao Tzu is the best in the world, and people who watch it are very unhappy. I can't beat him, but it doesn't affect my urge to see him and hit him again and again." Meng Xuyang seems to be very annoyed by such a guy, and he and Mu Heng are very tacitly on the same front.

Mu Heng knew that it was the protagonist, so he stared at him carefully, trying to see his roots, and thinking about how to teach him a lesson.

A decent gown, similar to his father's temperament, his appearance is handsome and extraordinary, if it weren't for that arrogant attitude, it would also mean a bit of a humble gentleman.

Mu Heng has always felt that the other party has no fear, and he thinks that he will answer his guess, and now he may have gone to the next level. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be a little worried about Ye Qingyin, I don't know if the real person can handle it.

In the middle of the stands, the three masters gathered together were also constantly talking, but the atmosphere seemed to be very unharmonious.

"Kun'er, I haven't come to see the two uncles yet." Feng Yuan had to beckon Feng Kun behind him to come forward to say hello.

"Feng Kun has seen Uncle Zhao and Uncle Chong." Feng Kun was saluting on his mouth, but his body had always been that arrogant posture.

"Teachers and nephews don't have to be polite." Zhao Jingtong, as an elder, gave a kind reply.

"Uncle Shi's choice of this competition venue is not bad, and it complements the water attribute of Senior Sister Qingyin." Feng Kun thinks very highly of himself, and he doesn't look down on this kind of means of taking advantage of a small advantage, but he just sees that the sect master of Yuqing Xingzhai is unhappy, so he ridicules him.

Feng Yuande heard his son's mocking words, a touch of seriousness appeared on his face, and he reprimanded sharply: "Kun'er must not be rude, how can you and other juniors be so inferior."

Anyone can hear that Feng Yuande is helping his son play a round, but in fact, he is pointing the finger at Yuqing Xingzhai, and he is also very dissatisfied with the arrangement of such a venue.

Zhao Jingtong, the princess of Taiqing Dao Palace, who was sitting on the other side, was silent, gently stroked her beard, and waited to see his two good scenes of pinching each other.

Chong Tianqing heard the provocation in these words, a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he expanded his smile and stretched out his hand to signal to Feng Yuande: "Don't tight, don't tight."

Then he said: "Feng Xian's nephew challenged the consummation of the Qingyin Five Elements Realm with the third order of the Four Elephant Realm, and used the marriage of the light sound as a bet, such a good story must be matched with beautiful scenery, otherwise it would be a waste of Feng Xian's nephew's heart. Senior Brother Feng said yes or no?"

Although Chong Tianqing's tone was soft, his words were cold and piercing, Feng Yuan and Feng Kun had no place to be ashamed, you bully the weak with the strong, don't you allow the weak to take some means to protect themselves?

"What Senior Sister Chong said is reasonable, such a beautiful thing naturally has to be in such a beautiful place, otherwise how can it be worthy of such a beautiful story, what do you say, Senior Brother Feng?" Zhao Jingtong heard Chong Tianqing's counterattack, but he was happy.

Feng Yuande, who knew that he was wrong, but loved to be mindful, was embarrassed when he heard this, his hands clenched the armrests of the Taishi chair, and his facial muscles trembled a little, showing the anger in his heart without concealing it. He didn't expect Chong Tianqing to say so much, so he adjusted his mentality slightly, released his anger, and replied, "If it weren't for that, how could I bet on my Halal Sect's Treasure Absolute Dust Sword."

"What Senior Brother Feng said is right, since Senior Sister Chong has already agreed to this competition, then it is natural to default that the gambling is fair. By the way, why haven't I seen Master Ye's nephew come forward for so long?" Zhao Jing reconciled in the middle of the cohabitation, and led the topic to Ye Qingyin, who had not yet appeared. "Wait a minute, two senior brothers." Chong Tianqing smiled mysteriously, and then motioned for the two of them to shift their gaze to the center of the cold pool.

And all the people followed. As far as the eye can see, the center of the cold pool rotates from static, rippling arc-shaped waves, slowly forming a small vortex in the center.

Mu Heng, who was familiar with such a scene, guessed that Ye Qingyin was here, and thought that the two met here by chance yesterday, so Ye Qingyin did not come out again, and waited directly for the start of the competition.

The strangeness in the water also gave everyone a message, and Ye Qingyin was afraid that it was there.

Sure enough, a shadow slowly surfaced in anticipation. The first thing that came into sight was a white veil, the lower half of her pretty face that was covered by her stunning beauty, although she couldn't see all of her face, but there was a faint hazy beauty.

When she completely surfaced, the rain passed the azure coat between the silent lakes and mountains, and it was even more beautiful but not flattering.

"What a hibiscus out of the water." Both men and women in the crowd were overwhelmed by Ye Qingyin's temperament.

"Hey, if I can win the favor of the fairies, let me live ten or eight years less, I am willing." Many male disciples are full of admiration.

"Don't say ten or eight years, I'm willing to do it for one hundred and eighty years."

"It's a pity that I can't see the real face while wearing a veil, otherwise today's trip would be worth it."

"It's a pity."

Mu Heng looked at Ye Qingyin standing in the distance, and couldn't help but yearn for it. The current Ye Qingyin is different from the previous one, not only because of the eight-grade ice crystal silkworm clothes on her body, but also because of the merits that Mu Heng gave her.

Although everyone couldn't reach the Liangyi realm and couldn't see the light of merit on Ye Qingyin's body, the additional effects brought about by merit could not be concealed.

At this time, Ye Qingyin, although his face was as cold as snow, was more dignified and peaceful, sacred and inviolable, and people couldn't help but want to get close and worship. Therefore, both men and women can't fall under Ye Qingyin's otherworldly temperament at this time.

"He is worthy of being a disciple of the Qingdao people, and Master Ye's nephew is also so dusty." Zhao Jingtong seemed to remember the figure in that impression, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"What does Senior Brother Feng think?" Chong Tianqing knew that Feng Yuande had pursued Qingdao people but couldn't, and deliberately exposed his scars.

"Such immortal-like people are a good match for my son." Feng Yuan squinted, unable to see the joy in his heart.

Speaking of Feng Kun, everyone's eyes were shifted to him. Mu Heng looked at Feng Kun's eyes stunned, and the expression of Brother Pig who was eager to eat Ye Qingyin was very unhappy in his heart.

"Whisper, long time no see." Feng Kun noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on him, so he covered it up a little, and walked straight to the center of the cold pool, and greeted Ye Qingyin gently.

Ye Qingyin's face was unhappy when he heard Feng Kun's name, and a layer of frost was shrouded in frost on his originally cold face, and he said coldly: "Senior Brother Feng can call me by my real name or be called Senior Sister Ye, Senior Brother Qingyin doesn't need to shout anymore, please respect yourself, Senior Brother."

Feng Kun didn't expect Ye Qingyin to be so faceless, he originally expected the other party to respond to him, but he got such a refusal, Feng Kun, who had never been so angry, couldn't help but show ruthlessness.

"Light... Senior Sister Ye, no matter how today's competition and gambling are established, I just ask if you can fulfill your promise?" Feng Kun sharply questioned Ye Qingyin on the other side.

"You should cash it in, but you have to win it first." Ye Qingyin didn't want to say much to him, so she invited him to fight straightforwardly.

After seeing Ye Qingyin's undegrading temperament, the disciples of the Taiqing Dao Palace in the crowd voluntarily became her supporters, and began to ridicule the Halal Sect without leaving a word.

"Phew, I just see that the Holy Son of the Halal Sect is unhappy, and the Third Order of the Four Elephant Realm challenges the consummation of the Five Elements Realm of the Holy Maiden of the People's Family, which is really shameless."

"But no, a fairy like a saint, how can such a layman blaspheme, I don't think he looks in the mirror, I don't know what kind of ghost he is."

"It's shameless, fortunately, I don't have such a shameless person in the Taiqing Dao Palace, and I'm still the Holy Son, so it's a shame to be thrown into my grandmother's house."

Such an unpleasant ridicule stopped in Feng Kun's ears, making him even more angry, and his fists clenched loudly. Feng Kun ignored everyone, but with a smug look, he said with a smile: "I see that Senior Sister Ye has also been promoted to the Four Elephant Realm now, so this competition can be regarded as a fair competition."

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone, meaning that it didn't matter if it was unfair in the past, but now it can be regarded as a contest in the same realm.

"Senior Sister Ye doesn't know, since the first time I saw you as a brother, I was overwhelmed by your temperament, and your appearance was like an imprint deeply engraved in my brother's heart, so this seems to be an unfair competition and gambling fight." After Feng Kun finished speaking, he then pretended to be affectionate and told Ye Qingyin about the friendship in his heart.

Ye Qingyin naturally couldn't have any response to him, but just glanced at Mu Heng's location silently.

"All of this for my brother, all

It's just to be able to live with my junior sister, no matter what the result of the competition is, it's all like this for my brother." Feng Kun continued.

"I didn't expect that although this holy son of the Halal Sect is shameless, he can be regarded as affectionate." Hearing Feng Kun's direct confession, the disciples of the Taiqing Dao Palace in the stands also shook their heads and commented.

"You can't stand on Feng Kun's side, the holy woman is extremely holy, how can you let such a layman get involved." Another man saw that the position of the fellow next to him had become so fast, and hurriedly stopped.

These comments are not just private discussions, but can be captured with a little attention.

Feng Kun's face darkened a little at this time, and his sharp eyes swept the place where the comment voice came from, eager to cut the person who spoke with a thousand knives to vent the anger in his heart.

"Senior sister, my brother's heart can be revealed, and I hope that my junior sister will be fulfilled a lot."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, I'll talk about everything when you win." Ye Qingyin was also angry in her heart, and she didn't want to continue to listen to these disgusting and hypocritical confessions.

"In that case, then Senior Sister be careful. For my brother, the name of the sword is "Flying Come", please give me advice." Feng Kun pulled out the fairy sword and said hello before making a move, as if reminding Ye Qingyin to pay attention.

"If there are any means, even if they come out, I will follow them all." Ye Qingyin was ignited by Feng Kun's contemptuous behavior, and shouted loudly.

"Look at the tricks." Feng Kun raised his hand and it was a thrust, and a white sword shadow flew out from the tip of the sword, piercing the air in the middle and rushing towards Ye Qingyin on the opposite side.

At the beginning of the competition, Ye Qingyin eliminated the anger in his heart and shifted all his attention to the opponent's moves.