"Qinglian. ”

Qinglian didn't know what Ling Wanchen was thinking, but she didn't want to say anything more to these two people, and lightly reported her name, so she raised her glass and took a small sip of wine politely, showing that she didn't like to come into contact with people.

Ling Wanchen didn't mind her coldness at all, the smile on her face became brighter and brighter, which made Qianhong on the side feel a little dazzling, and couldn't help but look at it twice more, and even secretly compared her with Rulan in her heart, and snorted coldly in her heart very unconvinced.

"The posture is still classy, but compared with the palace master, it is 108,000 miles behind, this Qiao Yuan is really blind. ”

No matter what they thought, Qiao Yuan was extremely uncomfortable, tightened the wine glass in his hand, and words sounded in his heart. Wanchen, let's go. ”

Now that the two of them have the same heart, they don't need verbal communication to gain insight into each other's mental words, Ling Wanchen tilted his head and glanced at him, revealing a non-smiling expression.

"Okay, after the ceremony, I will be honest. Qiao Yuan replied with a bitter smile in his heart, which made Ling Wanchen smile with satisfaction, hugged his arm affectionately, and left under the extremely complicated gaze of Qinglian and Qianhong.

At this moment, almost everyone on the second-floor square has met Qiao Yuan and his wife, but there is only one area, Qiao Yuan did not take the initiative to approach, and the people there did not take the initiative to visit, which made many people who paid attention to it have a look of expectation in their eyes.

That area was where the people of the Song family were.

Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen walked around the square twice at random, looking as if they had completely forgotten about the Song family, this move made many people around them shake their heads in disappointment, and secretly said that it was a pity that it was a good show.

In this regard, the people of the Song family did not react, and still sat in their respective positions, or drank by themselves, or closed their eyes to recuperate.

But when Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen really wanted to leave the second-layer square and go to the third-layer square, the people of the Song family finally moved, not everyone moved, but Song Lin alone.

He stood up suddenly, the wine glass in his hand slammed to the ground, his expression struggling, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

In an instant, all the people who had already withdrawn their gaze immediately turned their eyes over again, when they saw Song Lin's expression, and the Song family ancestor sitting cross-legged in place, some people couldn't help but be a little disappointed, in their eyes, this place can confront Qiao Yuan head-on, and dare to confront Qiao Yuan head-on, only the Song family ancestor is alone, as for Song Lin, he can't see it at all.

But his next move stunned everyone, making the originally extremely lively second-floor square instantly silent, and one after another eyes fell on Song Lin, and then turned to Qiao Yuan, who had stepped out with one foot at the edge of the square.

"Qiao Yuan, I want to challenge you!"

Song Lin was short of breath and his face was flushed, as if he had mustered up the greatest courage in his life before he could squeeze out that sentence.

He stared at the backs of the pair of wall figures that stopped at the edge of the square, and even he had to admit in his heart that they were really talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven.

Ling Wanchen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, there was coldness in her eyes, and she was about to turn around and scold, but Qiao Yuan smiled softly at her and shook her head, they had the same mind, just such an action, Ling Wanchen understood her thoughts, with Song Lin's cultivation and heart, she dared to come out and say this, it was definitely not him who made a claim, it was very likely that it was the instructions of the ancestor of the Song family.

After a pause, Qiao Yuan turned around slowly, his eyes were like electricity, crossing a distance of hundreds of zhang, directly colliding with Song Lin's gaze, there seemed to be invisible sparks flying in the air, but it was only an instantaneous collision, Qiao Yuan moved away lightly, and landed on the ancestor of the Song family who was meditating cross-legged not far away.

Sweating on his back, Song Lin breathed a sigh of relief, the moment he was stared at by Qiao Yuan just now, he seemed to have a feeling of being noticed by the Yanlong before.

This feeling made his heart tremble uncontrollably, and instinctively gave birth to fear and avoidance, if Qiao Yuan hadn't looked away immediately, he was afraid that he would have lowered his head tremblingly to avoid it, so not only did he lose the face of the Song family, but he Song Lin would not have the face to stay here.

Just thinking of the transmission of the Song family ancestor just now, Song Lin had another courage in his heart, forcibly suppressed the tremor in his heart, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he spoke loudly again.

"Qiao Yuan, Fairy Ling is the holy daughter of my God of War lineage, you are not a member of my God of War lineage, and you are not qualified to be her Taoist companion, I am Song Lin...... Not convinced!"

These words were even more earth-shattering than the previous words of challenge, and they suddenly stirred up a thousand waves, and the people of the Moon River Sect all looked displeased, staring at Song Lin, with a cold light flashing in their eyes.

And those guests, with different expressions, there was an uproar, and most of them thought that this Song Lin was not in his brain, and he actually dared to say words that Qiao Yuan was not qualified for in the territory of the Yuehe Sect, at the most enthusiastic moment of the double cultivation ceremony.

Suddenly ushered in so many strange eyes, Song Lin also felt extremely stressed, but thinking that he had the support of the ancestor behind him, he straightened his chest, released the coercion, and a not weak momentum lingered around his body, making the whole person look heroic.

Just the next breath, with a cold drink exploding in the square, Song Lin's momentum suddenly collapsed like a flower shelf, and fell in the eyes of everyone, he became a poor clown.

"Hmph, what kind of thing are you, what qualifications do you have to disobey. ”

It was not Qiao Yuan who spoke, but Ling Wanchen, who had always been like a well-behaved little daughter-in-law, and now her whole body was about to explode, staring at Song Lin angrily, not hiding the disgust on her face at all.

In her opinion, this Song Lin is like a disgusting fly, when she is most complacent, she flies over and bites, although it doesn't have much impact on them, but it is really disgusting and affects people's mood.

Being humiliated in public by the woman he has always admired, even if it is a soft egg, I am afraid it will be unbearable, Song Lin trembled and took a step back, endless shame and resentment welled up in his heart, his eyes were red, and he roared loudly.

"Qiao Yuan, if you want to be a man, you will fight me to the death. ”

The roar burst out, with the power of cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, spread all over the eight directions, not only the people in the square on the second floor could hear it, but even the monks of the Jindan Stage, Foundation Building Period, and Qi Refining Stage below could clearly hear it.

In an instant, the entire Moon Protection Mountain was quiet, and the graceful shadows playing music on the five peaks also stopped, and all eyes fell on Song Lin, some disdainful, some scrutinized, some unkind, and some full of expectation.

Ling Wanchenxiu's brows furrowed even tighter, the anger in her eyes had already turned into murderous intent, as soon as these words came out, Qiao Yuan was afraid that today he would have to fight, and he would have to fight if he didn't fight.

She wasn't worried that Qiao Yuan would lose to Song Lin, but since Song Lin dared to say this, it must be the Song family ancestor behind her back.

She has some understanding of the ancestor of the Song family, and knows that this person is not only extremely strong, but also good at strategizing, and never fights uncertain battles.

There was silence for a moment, and everyone never heard Qiao Yuan's response, and their eyes fell on him again.

And Qiao Yuan didn't look at anyone, his eyes were always at the ancestor of the Song family, seeing that his aura around him was constricted, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he had entered a deep level of meditation without being disturbed by the outside world, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Since you dare to throw Song Lin as bait, then I will take it, I hope your backhand will not disappoint. ”

Feeling everyone's strange gaze, Qiao Yuan secretly said in his heart, as if unintentionally glanced at the square on the first floor, and turned to look at Song Lin, his expression was as cold as frost.

"I will fulfill you. ”

After speaking, Qiao didn't look at him from afar, and flew to the high flower platform with Ling Wanchen, the splendid clothes fluttering, as if stepping on the breeze, swaying up.

Song Lin's red face turned pale in an instant after being glanced at by Qiao Yuan, and he sighed in his heart, instinctively not daring to face it, but now that the words have been released, it is difficult to ride a tiger, and the eyes are like the hands that push him forward, even if he doesn't want to go, he has to go.

"Fight, I don't need to really defeat him, I just need to complete the task given to me by my ancestor. Song Lin had a moment of calmness, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, jumped into the air in two steps, and stepped on the flower platform.

Standing here, I can feel the more violent strong wind, and everyone's unscrupulous gaze, the audience is full of discussions, most of them are saying that Song Lin is not self-sufficient, of course, there are some people who do not think it is a big thing to see the excitement, and praise his courage is commendable.

"Husband, be careful of the ancestor of the Song family. Ling Wanchen clenched Qiao Yuan's jade hand, straining slightly, reminding in his heart.

Qiao Yuan nodded at her, showed a reassuring smile, and slowly walked towards the center of the flower platform.

Step by step, the pace is extremely steady, with his hands behind his back, and there is no trace of momentum and cultivation on his body, as if he is taking a leisurely walk in his back garden.

But this calm and indifferent appearance fell in the eyes of everyone, but it had to make people admire that Qiao Yuan was becoming more and more like a master grandmaster, just the aura made Song Lin in the middle of the Yuan Infant a little breathless.

"Based on what you just said, I can give you a chance to strike first. ”

Standing in the center of the flower platform, Qiao Yuan slowly turned to look at Song Lin, who had never moved a step, and spoke lightly.

After the words fell, Song Lin let out a low roar, as if he was gathering courage instead of cultivating.

Suddenly, a strong coercion in the middle of the Yuan Infant completely erupted, his whole body was agitated, his blood was boiling, and a set of blood-colored armor flew out of the storage bag, covering his body, fully armed, and his momentum was amazing.

Song Lin, as a descendant of the God of War, is naturally a double cultivator of the Dharma Body, and the average Yuanying mid-stage monk has almost no chance of winning against him, but in the face of Qiao Yuan, he does not dare to be careless, and is even extremely cautious, after taking out the blood-colored armor, he took out a few magic weapons to bless the body, run the exercises, burst out with the strongest combat power, and blasted towards Qiao Yuan with a punch in the air.

This punch burst out, and suddenly condensed a huge blood-colored fist shadow, and the blood qi was amazingly powerful, which made some of the late Yuan Infant old monsters in the audience frown, as for those Yuan Infant middle stage monks, not to mention, they all looked solemn.

In the face of Song Lin's supreme punch, Qiao Yuan did not choose to avoid it, but slowly raised his right hand, the right arm under his shirt swelled rapidly and shrank rapidly, and in an instant, two red lines extended out to the back of his hand.

The power of the two veins of the God of War Jue exploded.

A punch was struck, and the blood-colored fist shadow suddenly collided, and the rumbling sound echoed in all directions, and after only a few breaths, everyone saw that the blood-colored fist shadow collapsed inch by inch and disappeared without a trace.

Song Lin's face turned pale in an instant, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, before he could be shocked, his pitch-black pupils suddenly contracted, and a red-clothed figure quickly approached, replacing everything.

"I gave you the opportunity, since you can't grasp it, then don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

The cold words sounded in his ears like a talisman, causing Song Lin's mind to be replaced by despair in an instant.

But at this moment, no one noticed that the eyes that had always been closed under the flower stand were slightly open and closed.