The control of Fang City in Yunxi City is determined by the three major families each sending three children to fight, and the winning side can control Fang City for three years. This kind of competition has been carried out for decades and dozens of times, but this competition is not enough to end the tea cup.

Moreover, the Zhan family, the Yu family, and the Ye family all had a child who died in the ring, and they were all killed by an outsider.

The ordinary people watching under the ring looked stunned, the sudden change in the ring made it difficult for them to react, the sound of raindrops dripping on the oil-paper umbrella was inaudible, and the terrifying tiger roar still echoed in their ears, and the violent meaning was terrifying.

The 'snort' sound of the true yuan circulating and smashing the raindrops, and the 'click' sound of the sharp sword light slashing through the surface of Bai Gangyan's ring, seemed to be covered by the tiger roar that no longer existed.

Under the ring, among the onlookers, there were many monks, and even more advanced monks could see the scene in the ring clearly, with a look of surprise!

The dead, the crowd of onlookers, few sympathize.

The city lord Si Hongwen standing under the canopy and the officials were drinking fragrant tea and discussing, they were all literati, and the situation of the scene was indistinguishable.

The children of the three major families are angry, frightened, suspicious, and sad...... , Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter couldn't see the situation in the ring clearly, but after a few people fell, they looked panicked, struggling to rush to the ring, delicate and frail, how could they move the arms of the Ye family's children, like crazy rabbits, they attracted a sentence of scolding, and several Ye family's children had blue tendons on their faces, and they almost beat them!

Ye Chengan and the other three monks in the late stage of Soul Determination did the same thing again, which was to inject the strong True Yuan into the bodies of their own disciples who jumped out of the ring. His brows were tangled, his face was sinking like water, and his eyes looked at the tall and violent figure in a complicated manner.

After jumping out of the ring, the violent intent in his heart was undiminished, and the demonic red pupils glanced at the people under the canopy, and the killing intent to tear them to pieces was overflowing.

Although he felt the surging power at this time, he was unprecedentedly powerful, and he could confront the monks in the early stage of Meditation, but he was still not a monk in the late stage of Meditation.

The fog in the ring was shrouded, spreading to the outside of the ring, Yang Qing walked out expressionlessly, and his appearance caused bursts of exclamations!

The black samurai suit lay wet in the rain, his robe was torn on his chest and shoulders, his wounds were rolled, and his face, neck, and palms were covered with yellow and black tiger stripes, and the fluff was dense and short, like a second skin, although it was not abrupt, but it was very strange.

The demonic red pupils radiated a bloodthirsty red light, and the two fangs glowed with cold light in the slightly open thin lips.

"Click!, click!"

The pace was very fast, and when the stagnant water splashed, he had already reached the canopy, ignoring the gazes of the onlookers and the children of the Ye family, and came to the side of Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter.

The muscles under the tiger stripe skin trembled slightly, and the power surged, as if it was about to pour out, and the bewitching red pupils stared at the several Ye family children who were blocking Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter, and the thin lips engraved with tiger stripes trembled slightly.

Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter had round beautiful eyes, and it was difficult to stare at the man next to them confidently.

"Are you a demon cultivator, you are actually indulging in the spirit qi!" the old man in the late stage of the Zhan family's spirit fixation asked coldly, the true yuan on the surface of his body was agitated, and anger appeared.

The nine arrows shot without a surname were all entwined with black, yellow, blue and other mixed spiritual energy, and they were resisted with a magic weapon filled with true yuan, and if they did not react in time, they could not let go of the magic weapon in their hands very quickly, so that the spiritual energy would enter the body with the true yuan.

The light one, the filthy true element, the heavy one, the cholera sanity!

Among the children of the Ye family, the Yu family, and the Zhan family, except for Yu Ke and the four who were shot on the spot, the other three living people have all been invaded by the underworld.

This is still very little invading the spiritual qi in the body, otherwise, even if the monks in the late stage of the Spiritual Determination are strong, they will be helpless against the spiritual qi in the bodies of others.

"Whew!" the strange red pupils looked at him, without fear, and blurted out a violent tiger roar.

When he shot the arrow, the spirit energy in the stone was wrapped around the arrow, and because of the urgency of the time, there was very little energy that could be indulged, but it also made it difficult for those who avoided the first arrow to dodge the second arrow.

"Hmph, quickly lift the beast, think that the old man with the blood of a spirit beast can't help you!" "The old man of the Yu family's late stage of the spirit setting said angrily.

People with the bloodline of spirit beasts or divine beasts can awaken their bloodlines for beast transformation, and have the talent of their spirit beasts and even divine beasts, but they are still heard of, and everyone present regards Yang Qing as a person with the bloodline of spirit beasts.

"He is not a demon cultivator, although he can indulge his spiritual energy, his reason has not been lost, the results of the competition have been obtained, I will not accompany him!" Ye Chengan said coldly.

Ye Hua was dead, Ye Renxuan was injured, and he did not get control of Fang City, the hatred and anger in his heart can be imagined, but in order for the Spirit Devouring Flame to no longer make any mistakes, it is necessary to prevent the Zhan family and the Yu family from killing Yang Qing under the pretext of 'demon cultivation'.

The eyes of the old man in the late stage of the Zhan family and the Yu family's Dingling flickered, and it was okay for the children of the family to die, after all, the bloodline in the family was complicated, and the affection in the relationship between the relatives was also insufficient, because it was the Xiuzhen family, fighting and fighting were inevitable, and there would be children dying every year, and they were wondering if the Spirit Devouring Flame existed.

"Hmph!" the old man of the Zhan family snorted coldly, the loss of control of Fang City made it difficult for him to have a good face.

"Farewell!" Ye Chengan bowed his hand slightly, said lightly to the city lord Si Hongwen and the others, and then walked out first without waiting for a reply.

The onlookers consciously moved out of the way and let the Ye family leave, the blood hole in Ye Hua's heart was flowing with dirty blood, his eyes were wide and people shuddered, Ye Renxuan looked gloomy and held it in the crook of his arm.

Yang Qing's skin was full of tiger stripes, and there was a violent look in his demonic red pupils, and Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter, who looked a little calmer, were surrounded in the middle.

Ye Hua's death, the hatred in the hearts of the two of them dissipated a lot, and although Yang Qing's mutation was very confused, she was not afraid.

More than a dozen children of the Ye family gritted their teeth, and it was difficult for them to accept the accidental killing of the head of the family by arrows, and in that case, it was also difficult for them to ensure that the arrows would not hurt their own people, but they all knew that Yang Qing and the Ye family had a holiday, so they naturally thought that this was deliberate.

The light rain was still dripping, the Zhan family and the Yu family had different expressions in the handover of Fang City, the city lord Si Hongwen and other officials drove away, and the onlookers dispersed with discussions.

The Ye family and his party kept their faces calm, and returned to the Ye family without talking to each other, and when they arrived at the door of the house, there were already a group of men, women and children waiting, and when they saw Ye Hua in Ye Renxuan's arms covered by Zhenyuan, several women cried, and Ye Zhongxuan even crawled to the ground in front of him.

The children of the Ye family kept pouring out, and when they saw this kind of scene, their expressions were complicated, and they were all full of sadness.

Yang Qing's tiger stripes have not disappeared, the red pupils are still the same, and he entered the courtyard without stopping, and returned directly to the attic.

The attic was clean and dry, Yang Qing sat in the hall, his eyes closed, and the rain soaked in the black and tattered samurai suit flowed down the floor of the Taishi chair!

"Tick, tick"

Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter were already soaked in silk robes, and their delicate figures were graceful, with full breasts, slender waists, and straight hips. The green silk and the rain were attached to the delicate and delicate, with long cheeks and sorrow, fixed in the hall, looking at Yang Qing with beautiful eyes.

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

The slightly disordered breathing sound is close to the way of breathing in the "Turning Breath Decision", after years of cultivation, I have long been familiar with this, and at this time, my heart is violent, but I can also use it.

The breathing is short, fast and slow, heavy and light, as if the tranquility of the heart soothes the violence.

The blood like boiling water, with the arrival of tranquility, gradually stabilized, diffused with the black evil qi in the blood, gradually calmed down, the tiger stripes on the body surface faded and blurred, and finally disappeared.

The work of the half-pillar incense has returned to normal, there is a faint moisture in the hall, and the tattered black samurai power suit has been dried!

"Hoo ......"

With a long breath, he slowly opened his eyes, looking tired but relaxed, and was about to speak, but there was a noise outside the door.

The hysterical crying of the women and the screams of the men were one after another. Ye Zhongxuan and several of his mothers knew the cause of Ye Hua's death, and came here to seek revenge in grief and anger to avenge their father and husband.

The dozens of Ye family disciples guarding outside the attic could not be released, causing Ye Zhongxuan and several people to punch and kick.

"Aunt, Ling Fei, you two go and change your robes, so as not to suffer from the cold, no matter who the cause of uncle's death is, Ye Hua is dead, there should be no more danger" Yang Qing said softly, the mother and daughter were worried about him, how could he not know.

If a few people outside the door dare to rush in, he will kill a few!

"Yang Qing, ...... your injury," Li Mengjie asked with concern, and there was an inexplicable relief in her warm voice.

"Brother Qing......" Ye Lingfei gently stroked the rolled wound with her slender hand, her big tears fell, and her voice was choked.

"With Xiao Huandan, you can be cured in half a day, go quickly" Yang Qing grinned and said softly.

Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter returned to the bedroom on the second floor, and it was even more noisy outside the door, and the children of the Ye family guarding the attic had an argument with Ye Zhongxuan, and then they scuffled in one place. Ye Zhongxuan didn't put the children of the Ye family next to him in his eyes, this time he was intercepted, he was sad and angry, he spoke evil words and fists and feet, how could he endure being beaten.

After a while, Ye Huan arrived, his brother was killed, sad and angry, knowing the situation at this time, he didn't want his nephew to be hurt again, and after being knocked out, he left with him.

Calm returned outside the door, Yang Qing walked out indifferently, regardless of the Ye family disciples who followed behind, took a basin of water and returned again.

His physical body is much stronger than that of ordinary monks, in comparison, it is not easy to be damaged, but it is also difficult to repair after having scars, ten small pills can repair a few wounds, but it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no scars.

In addition to the four vertical scars on the left arm, no more scars can be added to the body, otherwise the balance of the muscles of the predecessor will be destroyed.

In order to avoid spoiling the spiritual things, Huang Jun, the stalactite essence is mixed with the water of the upper layer, and only drops into the wooden basin less than half a drop, and then it is a familiar way to repair the wound!

The sky is clear, not a little, and the sky and the earth are clear.

Yang Qing looked indifferent, changed into a close-fitting warrior suit, and sat upright in the hall, waiting for news.

Approaching noon, Ye Chengan walked in with a cold face!

"Tomorrow is dawn, the old man will send someone to drive the Yunyu boat to send you and others to the Li family in Yunling City," Ye Chengan said coldly.