Chapter 8: Waste Wood and Genius
Ye Qinghuan, unconvinced?
After Ye Qinghuan's words fell, the scene was so quiet that the falling leaves could be heard, and everyone's eyes fell on him.
But those eyes were full of pity, and at the same time it was like looking at a fool.
This Ye Qinghuan dared to contradict the elders of the Immortal Sect?
Sweeping the face of other people's immortals in public like this is simply an old birthday star hanging, and his life is too long.
Wu Cheng frowned slightly.
Ye Qinghuan is the Xuanyang Holy Body, which is called the Eternal Waste Body, even if he enters the Liuyun Immortal Sect, he has no future.
And Ye Beichen is a fire spirit body, although it is mutated, as long as it is cured, although this kind of physique cannot be said to be excellent, it is also a genius among geniuses.
This Ye Qinghuan, but he doesn't know the general situation!
Ye Beichen saw Ye Qinghuan, his face was slightly gloomy.
Huo Huan's face was ugly, he stared at Ye Qinghuan and said in a deep voice: "You are an eternal waste, what qualifications do you have to disobey? My Liuyun Immortal Sect has always been a genius, even if you have the Liuyun Immortal Order, you are not qualified to enter this sect." ”
"Just because I am a Xuanyang Holy Body, my predecessors are so sure that I can't cultivate?" Ye Qinghuan and Huo Huan looked at each other, their eyes full of stubbornness and fearlessness.
As an Immortal Sect Elder, being looked at and questioned is a shame.
A cold glint flashed in Huo Huan's eyes.
Wu Cheng, who was on the side, sensed Huo Huan's killing intent, frowned slightly, and said, "Ye Qinghuan, the Xuanyang Holy Body is indeed unable to cultivate, this is the summary of more than ten columns on the continent in the past ten thousand years. ”
"And our Liuyun Immortal Sect is enough to occupy four columns. ”
"So what, just because others can't cultivate doesn't mean I can't cultivate. Ye Qinghuan said confidently, those people don't have Xuanyang Dao skills.
Of course, he would not have said that.
"It's ridiculous, compared to the four Xuanyang Dao bodies recorded in the history of my sect, you are far inferior in terms of EQ, IQ and background, I really don't know where you got your confidence?"
Huo Huan was amused, but such a waste dared to contradict him, which made him move his killing intent.
With a turn of his eyes, Huo Huan said coldly: "But my Immortal Sect has always done things fairly, since you are so dissatisfied, the old man will give you a chance." ”
Huo Huan pointed to Ye Beichen on the side, and said lightly: "A life-and-death battle with my great-grandson Chen'er proves yourself, can you dare?"
Hearing this, Ye Qinghuan didn't think about it, jumped directly into the ring, and shouted: "Ye Beichen, come out and die!"
's father was harmed like this by Ye Beichen, and there are also those unjust souls of the Ye family in Qingshan Town, Ye Beichen has a deep enmity with him, and he was going to kill Ye Beichen.
Wow!
Everyone looked at Ye Qinghuan in the ring, isn't this kid stupid?
Ye Beichen was already a worldly supreme master, and the vision he had just caused was no longer something that a supreme master could do.
He dared to respond to the words of the Immortal Sect Elder and challenge Ye Beichen!
Ye Beichen also looked at Ye Qinghuan in a daze, this guy dared to challenge him, he really didn't take him seriously, he should be killed!
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and Ye Beichen sneered: "Since you are looking for death, it is no wonder that Ben is missing!"
Airplanes~
As soon as these words came out, Ye Beichen's robe was windless, and then a red air cover suddenly spread.
As this air hood spread, even those martial artists under the ring felt that the air temperature was rising sharply.
"Although I don't know why you survived, and I also know that you can't cultivate, I, Ye Beichen, will never underestimate the enemy. Ye Beichen walked towards Ye Qinghuan.
Under his feet, the bluestone floor left blackened footprints.
"Chen'er, your spirit body is different, and before you are cured, you should use less of the artistic conception of fire," Huo Huan reminded.
Ye Beichen said with a smile: "Great-ancestor rest assured, I don't need to use all my strength to kill this kind of ant, this just makes him desperate." ”
"Alas. Wu Cheng sighed, Ye Beichen, who comprehended the artistic conception of fire, was not an opponent even if he was a martial artist in the early stage of foundation building.
And Ye Qinghuan is still a waste body that can't be cultivated.
Ye Beichen released the artistic conception of fire, but he found that Ye Qinghuan was not sad or happy, and he did not have a trace of fear.
This made him very unhappy, and said coldly: "Ye Qinghuan, tremble, if you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy now, maybe I can be kind and spare your dog's life." ”
"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight!" Ye Qinghuan snorted coldly, and there was a strange look in his eyes.
He found that when Ye Beichen's fire artistic conception enveloped him, not only did he not have any discomfort, but he also felt very comfortable.
It's like soaking in a hot spring.
Even, he sensed that the Fusang sapling, which only had red leaves left in the sea of knowledge, was very active at this time, and he had the urge to rush out.
After that, Ye Qinghuan directly punched Ye Beichen, who didn't care about it at all, and also threw a punch casually, even with only sixty percent of his strength.
He was afraid that if he tried too hard, Ye Qinghuan would die too quickly.
But!
Ye Beichen was wrong.
When the two fists collided, Ye Beichen felt the power from Ye Qinghuan's fist, which was several times stronger than him.
Ye Beichen was shocked and flew out, his fist was numb, he stared at Ye Qinghuan, seeing his indifferent face, he couldn't help but exclaim: "How can you not be affected?"
Offstage, the faces of everyone in the Ye family were also very exciting.
Shocking, unbelievable!
"Sorry to disappoint you. Ye Qinghuan smiled coldly, and immediately rushed out, raising his fist to smash Ye Beichen's face.
"Don't measure yourself, it was just carelessness just now, and then I'll let you know what power is!" Ye Beichen said coldly and greeted him.
However, this time he attacked into the air, but Ye Qinghuan passed through his empty door and punched him in the cheek.
Ye Beichen suddenly flew out with a painful cry, and spit out broken molars in his mouth
Wow!
Everyone in the ring was stunned, and their mouths were open to stuff an egg in.
"Ye Beichen was actually taken a blood?
"Is that kid really an eternal waste?"
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