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www.xSHUOTXT.Com () Qiu Yeyu looked at this qiē expressionlessly, however, his heart was already like a storm.

From the young man surnamed Wu, he felt a familiar atmosphere. In this familiar feeling, Qiu Yeyu even felt that an indescribable danger was quietly approaching him.

Disdainful glances and sarcastic words drifted through the ring, and people could no longer stand this country farmer who didn't know martial arts. Turning their noses up at his monkey-like performance, his rustic rhetoric, and his dullness that doesn't know the height of the sky, people are eager to drag him off the stage, and even wait for his ugly appearance with a kind of look at you.

The sixty-year-old man glanced back at the silk cloth disapprehantly, and his voice sounded again: "Let's appear in two by two in order! ”

"Young Master Yan, please!" The man in a strong suit walked to the middle of the ring after saying a word to another young man in a brocade dress and full of fat and powder.

The young man with fat powder flicked his temples, his voice was as pleasant as a warbler's cry, and said: "Liao Gongzi is really an iron-clad man, but you also have to wait for Yan! A slap doesn't make a sound, does it?"

Yan Qingbi said that she walked slowly towards Liao Wuxing, her eyes flowing like a whisper between lovers.

Liao Wuxing felt a chill in his heart, and he felt a sense of intolerance for this soft words. He shook his shoulders slightly, raised the awl in his hand and said with a bitter smile: "Young Master Yan, show your weapons, please." ”

Yan Qingbi stood still half a foot in front of Liao Wuxing, and he stared at Liao Wuxing with a chuckle, as if there was affection between lovers.

Raising his hand, a delicate paper fan slipped out of his sleeve, and he fanned it slightly.

Liao Wuxing didn't say a word anymore, and he suddenly felt creepy in his heart, and even had a feeling of disgust, disgusting from the heart. He raised the awl and threw it at Yan Qingbi, with the intention of taking down the other party with a big move.

Yan Qingbi flicked the paper fan disapplauded, and lifted the weight lightly to avoid the flying awl. Then he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and his feet lightly ran towards Liao Wuxing.

Liao Wuxing hurriedly flicked his wrist back, and the awl rotated and hit Yan Qingbi's vest in a roundabout way.

Yan Qingbi suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from her back, and suddenly there was a feeling of extreme danger. He hurriedly withdrew the paper fan and flicked it behind him again, and then a gust of wind blew up and whistled towards the awl.

When the fan hit the awl, there was a loud sound and the awl moved forward for a moment. The next moment, the direction of the awl changed and it went diagonally to the side.

Yan Qingbi's momentum remained unchanged, and the speed of his toe leap again was suddenly as much as three points faster, and it could be said that he attacked Liao Wuxing's eyes in a blink of an eye.

Liao Wuxing was not in a hurry, the corners of his mouth were cold, his left hand suddenly rose upward, and a long black thorn flew out.

Yan Qingbi glared at Liao Wuxing fiercely, and when he ran in front of Liao Wuxing, he took a step to the side by mistake, which was able to avoid the attack of the black thorn.

The awl that was deflected by Yan Qingbi's blow circled in the void for a while and then flew back towards Liao Wuxing himself.

Liao Wuxing spun his right hand disapprenously, and the flying cone stopped a few feet in front of him, and the crisis was resolved so lightly.

Then, Liao Wuxing flicked his right hand again, and the direction of the flying cone changed again and attacked Yan Qingbi who stepped out mercilessly, even bringing the sound of strong winds.

At the same time, the black thorn in his left hand was also stabbing towards Yan Qingbi's chest without idleness, looking like he was going to kill someone.

Yan Qingbi is also very human, and in an extremely passive situation, he hurriedly held the fan and pointed it forward, which was worthy of being at the tip of the flying cone.

Hearing a muffled snort, Yan Qingbi suddenly felt a sudden huge force entering her body.

The strong wind blows, and his hair and temples are messy and scattered, but they are so delicate and supple, where can a man have.

Liao Wuxing was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to close the momentum, but it seemed to be too late. Seeing that Yan Qingbi was about to be stabbed to death.

Suddenly, a snowy light flew out from the inside of the ring, and the speed was unpredictable.

The snow bright light unfolded rapidly half a foot in front of Yan Qingbi's body, and in an instant, a white light net was formed, protecting Yan Qingbi well behind her.

There was a soft sound, and the flying cone and the black spike slammed into the light net but froze, as if they had been embedded in it.

The next moment, a yellow-green-purple light flashed away on Yan Qingbi's side, and Yan Qingbi also disappeared strangely.

The corners of the masked girl's eyes locked in amazement, and then she nodded lightly between her eyebrows, and she was not seen under the scarf.

Then, the girl made a strange gesture with both hands, and spat out the word "solution" in her mouth.

I saw that the white light net exploded, and the flying cone and the black thorn came forward again like a "relieved", but they all hit the void.

In fact, this qiē is done in the light of light, and even before people know what is happening, the qiē has already passed.

Yan Qingbi's sudden disappearance aroused people's interest, and people began to search for him curiously.

However, after a long time, people were surprised to find that the fat powder "youth" stood outside the competition area in the ring. He stared at Liao Wuxing, a young man in a strong suit in shock, with a grim face.

The scattered hair fluttered in the wind, coupled with the soft outline, where was the young man, it was clearly a young girl dressed in disguise.

On Yan Qingbi's side, a handsome white-robed young man raised his hand to support her. There is not the slightest fluctuation in the god sè who has no sorrow or joy.

However, no one knew that there was a hint of nervousness hidden under this calm expression. I didn't feel anything when I rescued "Yan Qingbi", but this girl's unique body fragrance wafted in bursts and was deeply embedded in Qiu Yeyu's mind.

"Thank you for your help. ”

"Yan Qingbi" smiled awkwardly, and with a slight wave of her wrist, she tried to break free from Qiu Yeyu's support, with a hint of reproach.

Qiu Yeyu smiled indifferently, and let go of "Yan Qingbi" as soon as his hands were released.

He took a step to the side, looked back at the masked girl strangely, and said ashamedly: "Xiao Ke was just icing on the cake just now, and it was Miss Ni who really saved the girl." ”

"En!" Yan Qingbi smiled back, and she took a deep breath. After calming down a bit, he walked towards the ring.

"Miss Yan! I accidentally shot too hard, and I hope the girl will forgive her sins. After seeing "Yan Qingbi" return to the ring, Liao Wuxing took a step forward to take a closer look at his face and hurriedly bowed down and said apologetically.

"Hmph, if my brother makes a move in person, you also want to win?" Yan Qingbi glanced at Liao Wuxing with disdain and said coldly.

Before Liao Wuxing could say anything else, the masked girl had already stood up and flew into the ring, landing lightly and softly on Yan Qingyu's side. She stretched out her hand to hold "Yan Qingbi", and said in a coquettish voice: "Sister Yu'er, let's talk inside! I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss Xian'er." ”

Yan Qingyu let the masked girl push and drag her back to her seat, and they whispered to each other regardless of what was going on around them.

People looked at this qiē curiously, as if they had not yet reacted from their astonishment. But more often than not, the eyes stared straight at the two girls' every move, and the fiery sè in their eyes was so sultry.

Just now, Qiu Yeyu suddenly saw that the situation was not good, and he did not hesitate to make a move at the same time as the masked girl made a move. Unexpectedly, the masked girl would be three points faster than herself, and stopped the flying cone and blackthorn from advancing one step ahead, buying some time for her shot.

And when the other party made a move, he also felt a spiritual power fluctuation that was a few points stronger than himself from that light net. And it seemed that the masked girl hadn't done her best, and he couldn't help but be even more curious.

"Sister Yu'er, are you okay? Let Xian'er take a look at the pulse. The masked girl stretched out her white and tender wrist and put it on Yan Qingyu's wrist and couldn't help but take the pulse, but said in her mouth: "Sister Yu'er, when did you come back?"

"You little girl, why do you suddenly want to get married, and you don't notify me. Isn't it ......" Yan Qingyu stopped and glanced at the middle-aged surnamed Ni pointedly.