And Fan Jianhua is obviously the scum of the scum. In Yu Qingyao's view, he is the type who feels that his eyes are dirty when he looks at it, and he is completely unqualified to live in this world.
Dark hallucinations, weakness, and eighty-degree high fever three times.
Fan Jianhua's eyes suddenly went dark, his whole body was weak and weak, and his mind was confused by the high fever. He couldn't help but pause, and the wind knife arrived, cutting him in half without protection.
The people in Chunyang Palace cheered in unison, while Fan Jianhua's companion screamed in grief. Yu Qingyao took the opportunity to let out a short scream, and threw herself into Zhou Xinyang's arms as if frightened.
Zhou Xinyang was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to get out of the way, but then he came to his senses and hugged Yu Qingyao happily.
Feeling the body of the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms trembling slightly, he couldn't help feeling pity in secret.
It is too difficult for such a beautiful and kind woman to survive in this cruel world. If I don't protect her, who will protect her
Those girls who loved Zhou Xinyang saw their eyes burst into flames.
Yu Qingyao killed the young man because she hated that kind of scum, and because she wanted to create such an opportunity to fall into Zhou Xinyang's arms. In her opinion, it's okay for men to kill each other, but because of men's hatred, they cheat innocent girls' hearts, then they deserve to die.
She also wanted to use this to stimulate those girls.
"One, two, three," counting three in her heart, Yu Qingyao pushed Zhou Xinyang away in a panic, blushing, and stammered an apology: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I, I am too, rude, rude .”
Would Zhou Xinyang blame her for this? How can it be? A normal man would not be angry when a beauty threw himself into his arms, especially when the beauty was still the one he liked. They can only secretly laugh in their hearts.
Zhou Xinyang blushed slightly and said, "It's okay! Don't worry about it!"
"I'm scared, am I useless?" Yu Qingyao said anxiously.
Zhou Xinyang said pitifully, "No, this world is too cruel."
Yu Qingyao sighed faintly.
But she was thinking in her heart: Yes! So, I like it!
Yu Qingyao has never been a person willing to be lonely.
In her previous life, her greatest achievement from a grassroots background was to open a small shop, which she found so boring.
In this world, she has the ability to make wind and rain, she likes it.
In the arena, because of Fan Jianhua's tragic death, the disciples of Qingyang Temple panicked. The Guanzhu's most beloved grandson died, how could it be good for them to go back alive
The morale of the people in Chunyang Palace was greatly boosted, and their murderous aura was like a rainbow.
Qingyangguan lost Fan Jianhua, the strongest master, who was also the core of command, and the panicked disciples failed to organize a decent resistance.
The battle soon turned one-sided.
The disciples of Qingyang Temple fled in panic, hoping that the master of the temple would admit defeat as soon as possible. However, the master of the Qingyang Temple stared at the two corpses of his beloved grandson without saying a word.
After a while, the disciples of Chunyang Palace killed all the disciples of Qingyang Temple.
Tears welled up in Deng Chang's eyes, and he yelled, "Sister, I will avenge you!"
There was blood all over the arena.
"It's too cruel, I can't stand it anymore. I want to take a rest outside." Yu Qingyao said weakly.
Zhou Xinyang hurriedly took her out.
After walking a few steps, I heard someone sternly say: "Deng Jizhen, if we have the guts to fight each other, do you dare?"
Yu Qingyao looked back, and there was a middle-aged man standing on the ring, with eagle-like eyes, exuding a gloomy and terrifying aura. A blue sheep's head was embroidered on his blue Taoist robe. This person is Fan Wubing, the master of the Qingyang Temple.
Deng Jizhen, the lord of Chunyang Palace, came to the stage and said with a sneer, "I wish for it!"
The onlookers were all excited.
Both of these two Taoist temples are ranked in the top ten sects, and the two temple masters are both masters who have long been famous in the Golden Core Realm.
Their battle is very worth watching!
Du Jiaxuan, the elder of Yunhai Temple guarding here, flew up to the stage and asked expressionlessly: "You guys really want a duel!"
"good!"
"beat!"
"Okay!" Du Jiaxuan suspended the ranking competition and asked the disciples who were on the stage and beside the stage to retreat to the stands. He activated the big magic circle on the competition field.
The magic power of Jindan realm is so powerful that the protection in the arena alone is not enough.
Seeing this situation, Yu Qingyao was reluctant to leave.
Zhou Xinyang was also attracted.
The two sat down again in tacit understanding.
Deng Jizhen practiced pure yang true kung fu, a seven-layer golden core, and was good at yang attribute spells.
What Fan Wubing cultivated was the Qingyang Scripture, which has seven layers of golden core, and is good at Yin-type spells.
Yu Qingyao asked: "Brother Zhou, can Palace Master Deng win?"
Zhou Xinyang said in embarrassment: "It's hard to say? What, you think he wins?"
"Well, Palace Master Deng looks like a good guy, but Fan looks like a bad guy." Yu Qingyao said childishly.
Deng Jizhen was handsome and masculine, wearing a gold and red Taoist robe, he looked upright and awe-inspiring. Standing opposite him, Fan Wubing was portrayed as an evil villain.
Zhou Xinyang laughed.
In his opinion, the centuries-old enmity between the two Taoist temples has made it impossible to distinguish right from wrong. Qingyang Palace will do anything for revenge, and Chunyang Palace is not much better.
The battle between Taoist temples can no longer be distinguished by justice and injustice. At first it was caused by interests, and later it was mixed with complicated personal grievances. Up to now, it has been completely incomprehensible mess.
The magic circle was activated, and a large transparent aura covered the entire competition field.
Deng Jizhen snorted angrily, and the flames around him burst into flames, and a group of transparent strange insects suddenly appeared around the flames, and they screamed and flew away.
It was only then that Yu Qingyao discovered that Fan Wubing had already done it secretly.
With a wave of Deng Jizhen's hand, a large fireball appeared in the air, hitting Fan Wubing like raindrops.
Fan Wubing let out a muffled snort, and a large cloud of mist appeared on the half of the field where he was. The mist spread like a tide.
After a while, the entire competition field was covered with blue mist. Many strange and strange insects appeared in the mist.
Deng Jizhen released a large number of fireballs, and the fire crows, fire tigers and fire horses clashed in the water mist.
Yu Qingyao exclaimed in admiration: "It's a beautiful game!"
She really thought it was good-looking, very exciting, much more exciting than the magical blockbusters she had seen in her previous life.
The corners of Zhou Xinyang's mouth couldn't help twitching.
Whether it's Deng Ji's real fire-type animals or Fan Wubing's strange insects, they are all transformed by mana, and they are all extremely dangerous spells.
He was going to be hit by one, and he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.
However, in Yu Qingyao's eyes, it looks good.
Zhou Xinyang can only say that girls don't know the cruelty of the world!
From time to time, there were the hissing of water mist being burned by fire, the sound of strange insects, the roar of fire tigers, the quacking of flame crows, and the sound of fireballs exploding.
The specific battle situation was covered by the blue mist.
Yu Qingyao was a little disappointed, but after this battle, she found that the Golden Core Realm is indeed a terrible enemy, at least not something she can resist in a frontal battle now.
(end of this chapter)