White Horse Tower.

"I don't know what kind of explanation Ye Hou Ye wants?" Zhang San reclined on the stone chair, with undisguised ridicule and ridicule on his face, looking at Ye Qingyu with a smile.

Behind him, Zhao Ruyun, who was standing straight like a javelin, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

As a young Zhuang faction among the transfer officers of the Ministry of Baggage, Zhao Ruyun is also quite appreciated by Zhang San, the top boss, so he also knows some of Zhang San's temperament very well, Zhao Ruyun knows very well in his heart that when that kind of expression appears on the face of the top boss, it means that someone is going to be unlucky.

He looked at Ye Qingyu coldly.

He was waiting for the moment when Ye Qingyu's bad luck came.

Opposite side.

Ye Qingyu smiled indifferently.

As if he didn't notice the ridicule in Zhang San's breath, the young man said seriously: "The explanation I want is very simple, whoever plays tricks behind his back and designs to frame Baimata will take the initiative to stand up and accept military law sanctions, and use military pay as a trap to frame others, which is a very serious violation of military law and cannot be forgiven." ”

When Zhang San heard this, he opened his mouth and smiled.

Behind him, Zhao Ruyun smiled even more sarcastically, looking at Ye Qingyu like an idiot.

"If the person you say is playing tricks behind your back, it's me?" Zhang San's feet rested on the table, shaking arrogantly, driving the whole table to shake, he looked up at Ye Qingyu, and there was a faint banter in his tone.

Ye Qingyu's eyes were straight, staring at Zhang San's eyes without the slightest fear, and said, "Is there any difference?"

Zhang San was slightly stunned, then laughed, and said, "What do you mean, if that person is me, you also want me to be punished by military law?"

"Is there something wrong?" Ye Qingyu also smiled faintly: "Even the [Youyan God of War] Lord Lu Chaoge, if he violates the military law, he has to pay the corresponding price, why can't Zhang Butou? Could it be that Zhang Butou feels that he has reached the point where he can ignore the military law?"

"Presumptuous, you look for death. Zhao Ruyun shouted angrily at the right time.

Ye Qingyu glanced up at him.

His eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

At this moment, Zhao Ruyun had a sense of frustration that was both shocked and angry.

Ye Qingyu's gaze expressed too much chill at that moment, and one of the most direct and stinging meanings of Zhao Ruyun's self-esteem was what kind of thing are you, and you are worthy of talking here?

There was a little silence in the atmosphere.

Zhang San looked at Ye Qingyu's expression carefully, and after confirming that the young man in front of him was not joking grandstanding, he nodded with a smile.

"It's good to be young, with blood in your heart, and no scruples in doing things, this kind of stunned and meaningless, many times, it will also be enviable, but ...... Young man, some things can't be solved with blood, I have seen a lot of stubborn little guys like you, but in the end they either become corpses on the battlefield, or become silent and decadent, and their talents quickly fade and fight with their tails between them. ”

With that, Zhang San's feet withdrew from the table.

"It's like this table, the material is too hard, and if it can't be soft, it will easily break if it encounters pressure. As his voice fell, the stone table trembled slightly, and suddenly turned into a pile of white powder like flour in silence, and it was shattered by Zhang Sanyi's outstanding inner yuan at some point.

This kung fu is indeed extremely clever.

The legendary [Ghost Seeing Sorrow] Zhang San is not only the leader of the baggage department, but also a strong man with outstanding martial arts strength, it is said that he has stepped into the bitter sea realm ten years ago.

Zhao Ruyun's face showed a hint of schadenfreude.

He almost burst out laughing.

See, what's going on at this table.

Hehe, why are you Ye Qingyu fighting with Zhang?

In terms of official status and seniority in the Youyan army, Zhang is a veteran in the army, with countless meritorious contributions, and all kinds of medals alone can be strung together to form a chain mail, and you Ye Qingyu have only been in the Youyan army for two or three months, what qualifications do you have?

In terms of martial arts strength, more than ten years ago, Zhang was a powerhouse in the Bitter Sea Realm, and you, Ye Qingyu, were just a mere Lingquan Realm, and they were even worse than 108,000 miles.

These two most important strength standards, you are far behind, if it weren't for the shit luck you took, you were actually set up by the military department as a typical heroic soldier, repeatedly hyped up, it has a little special significance in politics, where does Zhang Bushou have time and mood to talk nonsense with you here today, he would have directly asked someone to tie you up, hang on the [proclamation pillar] at the gate of the Ministry of Baggage, hang you for ten days and ten nights, and see if you are convinced or not.

Ye Qingyu looked at the white rock powder on the ground and was silent for a moment.

Just when Zhao Ruyun felt that this unlucky patrol sword envoy was about to give in, Ye Qingyu suddenly spoke.

"You pay. He said.

"What?" Zhang Sanyi was stunned.

Ye Qingyu said very seriously: "You broke my table and lost money." ”

Zhang San was stunned.

He had already expected what kind of reaction this young patrol sword envoy would have under his coercion and temptation - there were roughly two kinds, either silent submission or hard to the end, but he never expected that such a sentence would come out of Ye Qingyu's mouth.

Losing the table?

Crazy?

Is this a table issue?

The focus of the topic is whether it is worthy of the table or not?

Zhang San felt that he was being molested.

He looked at Ye Qingyu with a hint of annoyance.

At this moment, Zhang San suddenly had a feeling of being ridiculous.

He felt that the reason why this young patrol sword envoy had always behaved so toughly, even if he knew that he was protecting his shortcomings, he had to deal with Zhao Ruyun might not be because he really had a strong sense of justice or something, but simply because this kid had a nervous problem.

This Ye Qingyu is simply a neuropathy.

He has a problem with his brain, so he can't figure it out.

A person with normal nerves will never weigh the pros and cons without knowing the pros and cons, and he has to provoke himself.

Zhang San took out an ingot of red gold from the storage ring, threw it at Ye Qingyu's feet, and said with a smile: "A stone table is only worth one tael of silver, and this ingot of red gold is worth a hundred taels of silver, all of which are given, no need to look for it, you can prepare the rest, in case you go out and bump into it that day, or if you are beaten by someone, you can buy some decoction and medicine to drink." ”

This is the threat of nakedness.

Ye Qingyu looked at the red gold under his feet, and then looked at Zhang San who was sneering on the other side, and suddenly had an illusion that the person sitting opposite him was not a senior boss of the [Youyan Legion] who held a lot of power, but a gangster who was extorting money on the street.

It is really a miracle that such a person can sit in the position of the radical of the baggage.

After thinking about it, Ye Qingyu stretched out his hand, Nei Yuan urged, and sucked in his palm.

The red gold flew into his hands.

The moment he started, Ye Qingyu was about to say something, when suddenly a sudden change occurred - suddenly an incomparably hot aura burst out from this red gold, as if he was holding a small sun in his palm, and the terrifying heat was about to melt half of his arms in an instant.

is a good Zhang San, and in this red gold, he left a dark energy.

Ye Qingyu was taken aback, and he was silent on the surface, but he secretly mobilized the Supreme Ice Flame for the first time.

I saw a faint silver glimmer between his fingers.

The heat and darkness in the red gold disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Thank you Zhang. Ye Qingyu smiled, his fingernails lightly scratched on the gold ingot, cut off a corner like cutting tofu, and threw back the remaining half of this small red gold hand, and said: "I only take what I deserve, I don't dare to take more, otherwise I will be said to have stolen military salary, I can't afford to bear such a charge." ”

The gold ingot turned into an arc of light and threw it at Zhang San's face.

"Presumptuous, little bastard, you are looking for death!"

Zhao Ruyun was shocked and angry, this Ye Qingyu was really dead, he dared to be so rude, using something to lose the face of the radical, such a move, even the commanders of the four main battle camps, would not dare to do this.

He stepped out and reached out to grab the gold ingot.

With a claw, the gold ingot is in hand.

"Little miscellaneous pieces, you are so damn ten thousand times...... Zhao Ruyun scolded angrily, with Zhang San by his side, he didn't take Ye Qingyu in his eyes at all.

However, before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a chill erupt in his palm.

When I looked down, I suddenly had an uncontrollable horror on my face.

I saw a layer of pale silver frost, along his palm, the explosion spread, just in an instant, he froze half of his arm, this silver frost is extremely terrifying, where it passed, the arm completely lost consciousness, wanted to explode the inner element to resist the cold, but found that his inner element, even unable to urge in the arm.

"Ah......h

Zhao Ruyun screamed in horror.

In the blink of an eye, the silver frost spread to his shoulders.

Seeing this, Zhang San snorted lightly, slapped out a palm, and gently imprinted it on Zhao Ruyun's shoulder.

A warm current was injected into Zhao Ruyun's body to resist the silver frost and cold.

Seeing Zhang San's move, Zhao Ruyun was completely relieved.

But soon, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind him-

"Huh?"

Zhang San's originally contemptuous and relaxed face suddenly flashed a hint of surprise, and he slapped the palm on Zhao Ruyun's shoulder at will, shook slightly, and then suddenly bloomed into a dazzling orange, and a terrifying heat exploded.

In the next moment, the silver frost on Zhao Ruyun's shoulders finally disappeared slowly.

Zhao Ruyun's expression finally relaxed.

"Little miscellaneous pieces, do you have an axe in the class? It's really a clown who jumps off the beam and doesn't think much of it. He scolded, in his opinion, with Zhang San's move, Ye Qingyu's little cultivation is not worth mentioning at all.

But he didn't see that between Zhang San's fingers, the faint silver frost had not yet dissipated.

Zhao Ruyun turned around respectfully, and presented the half of the red gold in his hand to Zhang San behind him.

Zhang San took the red gold.

There was a hint of imperceptible shock in his expression, and he pinched the red gold in his hand and played with it, and after a while, he nodded and said, "It's a little interesting, I look down on you, no wonder you dare to be so crazy." ”

Ye Qingyu smiled faintly.

"It seems that we can't talk about it today?" Zhang San quickly changed back to his domineering and arrogant look before, stared at Ye Qingyu directly, and said, "So, is Ye Hou Ye really going against my baggage department?"

"I'm just asking for an explanation. Ye Qingyu said word by word: "It's as simple as that, and it's what I deserve from Baimata." ”

Zhang San said: "If you want to confess, you have to pay the price." ”

"Is it the price?" Ye Qingyu pointed to the white powder on the ground, and said: "I have a table, if it is not hard enough, then can it still hold things on it? It is soft when you touch it, that is not the nature of the table, and that kind of thing should not be called a table, so it turned into powder at the feet of Zhang Bu Tuo, instead of bending into a puddle of mud." ”

Speaking of this, Ye Qingyu glanced at Zhao Ruyun and said meaningfully: "Some people choose to make a puddle of mud kneaded at will, but I prefer to make a table that would rather be broken than bent." ”

Zhao Ruyun's face suddenly flushed, as if he had been smeared with pig blood-

It's a shift today, and it's on the highway all day......