Ye Qingxuan seemed to have done an insignificant thing, with an indifferent expression on his face, and smiled: "How is it? Brother Chang... Uh, sorry... Your name is similar to the one at the beginning, I didn't remember..."
hateful-
Chang Jingfan felt that his whole face was burning red.
Under the eyes of the other party who could almost kill people, Ye Qingxuan continued calmly, "Are you going to continue? Or just admit defeat?"
Ye Qingxuan glanced playfully at Chang Jingfan who was pretending to be calm, and then glanced at the disciples of Changkong Zhaojianmen one by one, everyone avoided his eyes and dared not look directly.
Chang Jingfan, who has the most profound martial arts here, has lost to the opponent, how can the rest of them win
At this time, the audience was completely silent.
Chang Jingfan is well aware of his own strength, not to mention that Ye Qingxuan has stepped into the "Strength Yuan Realm", and his strength has been greatly improved compared to the beginning.
"I, we..." Chang Jingfan felt uncomfortable as if his throat was blocked by something, and said with all his strength: "We lost—"
The faces of the other Zhangkongzhaojianmen disciples changed drastically in an instant, but they all kept silent.
"Win, did you win?..." the disciple with Qingyun Temple asked in disbelief.
"Win, we won—we won—"
It wasn't until this time that the disciples of Qingyun Temple and the crowd burst into shouts, and the whole square burst into cheers in an instant.
"That's fine too," Ye Qingxuan brushed off the Taoist robe that didn't have a trace of dirt on his body, and said relaxedly, "Then I'm sorry I can't send it away, goodbye—"
"Little uncle, you can't just let them go..."
"Yes, we can't let them go..."
Qing Yun's audience disciples objected loudly, several fellow disciples on his side were injured so badly and were insulted like this, how could they let the other party go away as soon as they said it.
Ye Qingxuan sighed secretly, feeling helpless in his heart, according to his original intention, how could he easily let the other party walk away like this? It's just that Shimen has such a background, how can he not consider the consequences when he does things for others? At this time, it is unwise to set up the great enemy of the sword gate in the sky. If the beam can be smaller, or even none, it will be the most beneficial to the gate.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and smiled wryly, ignoring the noise from his disciples, and walked slowly into the temple.
Chang Jingfan remained silent, staring blankly at Ye Qingxuan who was gradually going away.
"How is this possible? How could we lose?" Chang Jingwang, who had been watching from the sidelines, roared frantically at this moment, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, his eyes full of disbelief and fear. The idea of making a fuss this time was my own. At the beginning, it was because I had the certainty of victory in my heart. I used this incident to enhance the reputation of several elite disciples. will reap great benefits. And relying on their wings, I will be like a fish in water in the Changkong Zhaojianmen... However, all my dreams have been crushed in reality... Changkong actually lost——Chang Jingfan, who I always believed would never fail, actually lost It was—lost to a little Taoist priest in the wilderness view.
The purpose of gaining fame for several elite disciples was not achieved, but because of his hype, he became a foil for the other party. The person who made this opinion at the beginning undoubtedly became the object of hatred of everyone.
Asshole, asshole, asshole...
It's all because of you, and because of this little Taoist priest, things turned out like this...
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you—"
Chang Jingwang, who lost his mind, fell into madness and rushed towards Ye Qingxuan.
Chang Jingfan secretly yelled "Not good—", at this moment, his own side has almost no power to fight again, and twirling the tiger's whiskers at this time is tantamount to humiliating himself. But when he moved a little bit rashly, there was a sudden sharp pain in the internal organs, and his movements couldn't help but stagnate amid the surging of Qi and blood. At this time, it was too late to stop Chang Jingwang.
idiot-
Seeing Chang Jingwang rushing towards him with a mad face, Ye Qingxuan sneered in his heart: To deal with this kind of person, you don't need to take action yourself.
"Take your life-"
Chang Jingwang exercised all his internal strength, and stamped his palm fiercely.
When the surroundings were full of exclamations, Chang Jingwang only felt a flash of a figure in front of him, and the original smiling face was replaced by a dull and extremely cold boy's face.
Just being glanced at by those cold eyes, Chang Jingwang shuddered violently, but was frightened back to normal by those eyes full of murderous intent.
At the same time, a sword tip with endless cold light appeared in front of his eyes, and the fierce murderous aura stimulated the skin in Chang Jingwang's throat to burst into goosebumps.
It was too late for Chang Jingwang's attacking palm to return. This cruel-looking young swordsman was extremely accurate in timing and direction of attacking. It was too late for Chang Jingwang to avoid it.
Chang Jingwang clearly felt that after the sharp sword melted away from his throat, the opponent still had time and could calmly avoid his full-strength palm, and now he had no other way to die.
"Don't kill him—"
A soft call, like a lover's sigh, gently across the sky—
The murderous intent in the cruel young man's eyes suddenly eased, and the tip of the sword turned lightly, slashing across the side of the cheek in a timely manner.
The boy withdrew his sword, turned around, and moved away lightly... His movements were natural and soothing like flowing clouds and flowing water.
Chang Jingwang swung his palm to the empty space, and stood on the ground blankly, motionless... A gust of wind blew by, and Chang Jingwang only felt a slight coolness on his cheeks, followed by a sharp pain, poof—
A blood arrow spurted from the cheek...
It turned out that this sword wounded Chang Jingwang's cheek, and it hurt quite deeply... The cold boy's sword energy was so fierce that it even created such an amazing visual effect on his cheek.
The surrounding audience was in an uproar again: It turns out that there is more than one sword master in Qingyun Temple...
In the past, the Qingyun Temple, which was regarded as an ordinary Taoist temple by the people of Qingyang Town, suddenly became tall and sacred.
The honest and simple villagers burst out with heartfelt cheers and praises for the victory of Qingyunguan.
Among the crowd, those young people who had provided information to Ye Qingxuan were the most excited, showing off everywhere, look, that little Taoist priest is amazing, he is a master of Qingyun Temple who rushed back after hearing the advice of our brothers, It's my brother's friends—
At this time, several big men in red clothes who were maintaining order shot malicious glances at the same time, but the young men were no longer afraid of each other, and gestured at each other provocatively.
It can be seen from this that the sky shines on the sword gate, and most of the prestige in the hearts of many martial arts people in the field has been lost.
The crowd began to become unsteady, swarming into the arena...
…
The Qingyun audience, helping the injured disciple, walked back with a look of resentment on their faces. Just as they reached the entrance of the temple, they heard a loud shout, and a little bearded Taoist rushed out from the temple.
"Grandpa Yunyong is here—which bastard who doesn't open his eyes dares to call on the door again, and treat your grandpa Yunyong as muddy?"
Everyone's ears were buzzing by the other party's loud voice, and when they took a closer look, it was Yun Yong who was on duty today. Everyone knew it, and looked behind, and sure enough, there was another handsome face flashing behind Yun Yong's buttocks. The little guy is of course Yun Cong.
"Hello little uncle, all senior brothers are polite—" the little Taoist Yun Cong, with toad glasses on his face, respectfully saluted everyone.
Yun Yong and Yun Cong have been cleaning up the martial arts equipment used by the brothers in the back mountain. They don't know the excitement in front of them, and they don't know that this disaster is aimed at him.
After Yunyong heard that someone from Guanqian Square had come to his door, and even Yunlu and Yunchong were injured, Yunyong's violent temper was instantly ignited, and he directly pulled out a plum blossom pile that he usually used for practicing exercises. The thigh-thick wooden stake, which was as tall as a person, was just right in his hand, and he ran out murderously, yelling.
When I went out, I met all the seniors walking back, and it was my junior uncle Ye Qingxuan who led the way.
"Little uncle, where is the bastard you're looking for?"
Ye Qingxuan felt a headache, scratching his brow bone in distress.
"It's all over, idiot—"
Xiao Yunfeng brushed past Yunyong and said a word coldly, but Yunyong stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.
"Bastard, which bastard is so ungrateful?" Yun Yong beat his feet and chest, regretful.
A few unwilling disciples winked at Yun Yong, and pointed back with their hands.
Yun Yong was overjoyed instantly, it turned out that the master hadn't gone far.
Sweeping his eyes out, he happened to see Zheng Biao among the crowd in the distance. There was a big circle of red-clothed men around, and several young swordsmen in white clothes in front of the formation. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he stood out from the crowd just because this kid was dressed in black as if he was going to a funeral.
"Hey—San Biaozi, you have the guts, and you dare to come to your door. It seems that the beating last time didn't make you remember, and your skin is itchy again..."
Carrying a wooden stake that was too tall for one person, he ran towards Zheng Biao, fierce as a bear.
Yun Cong didn't grab the ram, so he had to apologize and chased him out.