"You must be the boss, less firewood, right? You four brothers, you and the fourth young salt are the best to identify, there is too much firewood, your face is black, you eat too much salt, your face is blue, look at your complexion, I know your identity, I admire myself a little now." Wei Qingxuan shook his head and shook his head, commenting on the four young people in Qingcheng, which was very enjoyable.

"Boy, you talk nonsense again, be careful that we tear your mouth apart. The iron-faced Shaoyan directly threatened.

"No, in broad daylight, you have to bully the small with the big, bully the small with the more, and have a little shame? Although you look like a crooked melon and a cracked date, you can't give up on yourself because of this!" Wei Qingxuan looked calm, and continued to mock the four young people of Qingcheng mercilessly.

The four young men of Qingcheng were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves and were about to fight, when they were booed all around, and everyone was angry, so they could only be dumbfounded.

Seeing that the four young men of Qingcheng couldn't help, Shi Yi stood up again under the instigation of the woman in red's eyes.

"Little brat, you underestimate us and the Lost Sect, if I don't teach you a lesson, I will be ashamed of the teacher. Dropping these words, Shi Yi ignored the obstruction of the senior brother next to him and shot angrily.

There was no incantation, no spell casting, Shi Yi simply grabbed it with one hand in the air, and his arm seemed to grow in an instant, trying to catch the young man.

Seeing that Shi Yi finally made a move, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and directly waved the white flag in his hand and greeted him.

As soon as the arm that grew out of thin air touched the white flag, it was disillusioned like a bubble, and the stick was long and long, falling with the trend, snapping, and slapping on Shi Yi's shoulder.

Shi Yi wailed, feeling that his shoulder blades were shattered, and a mountain-like force pressed against him, unable to resist, and fell to the ground.

The four young men of Qingcheng who were cheering for Shi Yi on the side were directly dumbfounded, this true disciple of the Lost Sect who they wanted to climb high was knocked to the ground by this little kid and couldn't get up.

Isn't it, such a young man with such a pink carving has so much strength, how can he beat his junior brother down? Shen Shan, another disciple of the Lost Trace Sect, and Xie Lan, the woman in red, forgot to help for a while, until Shi Yi was then slapped a few times by the stick, and the screams were a little deafening, so they shouted to stop.

"Stop, let him go!" Xie Lan felt that although each stick was drawn on Shi Yi's body, his cheeks were hot, and if he was whipped again, his face was lost.

"I don't know you well. I'm not your brother who loves you, I haven't understood the meaning of Xi Shi in the eyes of my lover, but now I understand, I should be able to understand it this way, and the sow in the eyes of my lover can also become a sable. Wei Qingxuan teased.

Xie Lan is the daughter of the owner of the Lost Trace Gate, and she can be said to be a collection of thousands of favors on weekdays, where has she been humiliated in public like this, she is so angry that her head is a little dizzy at the moment, and as soon as she makes a direct move, it is the lore of the Lost Trace Gate.

Xie Lan's slender jade hand was raised, and the sky was full of stars, shrouding towards the young man, killing everywhere.

"Star Dou Trace!" some of the inner disciples and Tianjiao of other sects who were watching the excitement couldn't help but exclaim.

This Star Dou Mystery is one of the seven lore kills of the Mystery Gate, in the starry sky, the opponent will be lost, and then the five senses will be deprived one by one, and life will be harvested silently, leaving a touch of scarlet.

The young man was not in a hurry, shook the long flag in his hand, and danced out red lotuses that bloomed in the air, withered, and met the starry sky.

As soon as the seemingly bright starlight came into contact with the disillusioned red lotus, it directly collapsed, vulnerable to a blow, and then swept through the thousands of armies with a blow from the flag, knocking Xie Lan to the ground.

Shameful, the pearl in the palm of the master of the dignified Lost Sect, was bullied like this by a little kid in front of everyone's eyes, is there still a royal law at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain? Is there still a heavenly principle?

"Do you dare to hit me, do you know who my father is......" Xie Lanhua's face was pale, and although she was lying on the ground indecently, she did not forget to threaten Wei Qingxuan.

Only halfway through her words, she received a blow on her buttocks, painful and ashamed, but she bit her lip fiercely without making a sound.

Shi Yi, who was also lying on the ground, was extremely stunned, and the senior sister who was like a goddess in his heart was beaten down by Wei Qingxuan like this, and he also hit her in a mysterious and sacred place.

For some reason, Shi Yi was a little envious of the stick, and even wanted to incarnate into the stick, and have a little intimate contact with Xie Lan's buttocks, feeling its perfect arc, radiating heat and full elasticity.

"It doesn't matter who your father is, Qingcheng Mountain is thousands of miles around, and no one is bigger than my father, and he came to scare me and give you another stick. The young man stuck his left hand on his waist, and danced a long banner with his right hand, first knocking Shen Shan to the ground, and then smacking Na Xie Lan's buttocks twice.

These two blows, the smoking sounded, and the young man said happily: "Fat and meaty, good buttocks and good buttocks." ”

Where did Xie Lan suffer such humiliation, although this young man was still a little child, fourteen or fifteen years old, but he was also directly fainted to death by anger, and his crooked head was almost the same as Xiang Xiaoyu's death.

The inner disciples of the other sects and the Tianjiao who were watching were also dumbfounded at the moment, feeling that this Wei Qingxuan was simply bold, although the Lost Sect was not a big sect, but it was not allowed to be so humiliated, not to mention that this Xie Lan was still the daughter of the master of the sect, such a frivolous act was simply offending the Lost Sect to death.

"This little brother, in broad daylight, is molesting the lady of the sect, let's stop it, otherwise Ben Shao will not be able to say that he will do the right thing for the heavens!" Finally, someone stood up and preached in a righteous and strict manner.

This person is dressed in a white shirt, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he is also a graceful and suave son, with a sword at his waist, and a faint sword light diffuses from the shark skin and diamond scabbard, which makes people feel cold.

Wei Qingxuan pointed at the white-shirted boy and asked, "Heroes save beauty?" ”

The sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was cold, as if it was about to involve Wei Qingxuan in it and hit it hard.

The red lotus reappeared, disillusioned, as if it could break ten thousand laws, and the poor white-shirted boy was also beaten to the ground with a few sticks, and the dashing and uninhibited boy was already unconscious.

"Boy, you are too ferocious, you dare to fight anyone, don't you know the forces behind them?

Wei Qingxuan didn't answer, and with a roll of long flags, he dragged out the guy who didn't dare to show up in the crowd but was shouting, and beat him violently until this guy foamed at the mouth and fainted.

was so bold and reckless, it simply made a group of other sect disciples and Tianjiao dumbfounded.

This is at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, but no one cares about this young man's tyrannical behavior?

At this moment, no matter how conceited the Tianjiao are, they don't dare to stand up and find trouble with this young man, it is obvious that the long flag is not a magic weapon, but a magic weapon, and the poor people who were beaten down before are all lessons from the past.

No matter how Wei Qingxuan provoked, no one came out to play with him, so the long banner was displayed in the air against the wind, and the limerick had disappeared, replaced by four golden characters: the first day of pride.

The onlookers laughed for a while, this little kid relied on a magic weapon to claim to be proud of the first day, it was really cheeky, if it was seen by the disciples of Qingcheng Dao Sect, I was afraid that it would cause a lot of trouble.

"Tianjiao is me, I am Tianjiao, except for me, I am all pseudo-Tianjiao!" Wei Qingxuan shook his head, pointed at the sky with a long flag, and spat out wild words.

A cold snort came from the depths of Qingxiao City, and then two white rainbows broke through the air, and it was the two Qingcheng disciples who came from the sword, and they wanted to meet this so-called first day of pride for a while.