When Qianye appeared, the young man who had been clamoring suddenly shrank back. After shrinking back, he realized that something was wrong, suddenly felt ashamed, and shouted, "This is a white man! You, don't mess around!"
The tall young man at the head was ashamed and annoyed, he pulled the man behind him, stared at Qianye, and said maliciously: "How dare you show up in the empire, a blood race..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Zining interrupted with a long laugh: "We are from a neutral land, participated in the Battle of Floating Land, won the first place in military merit, and the court has already judged it! Why, you farts Bai Ding, who has no military achievements, wants to question our identity?!"
This tall young man was not stupid either. He recognized the trap hidden in Song Zining's words, and turned his head to glance at the several old men who were playing chess. One of the old men was holding a chess piece and waved his hand imperceptibly.
The tall young man knew it well, and said: "Seventh Young Master's military achievements are outstanding, and we all admire them. I was reckless in my words just now, so let me accompany you here. But! You dare to come to Ningyu Mansion, we are old grudges If you don’t mention it, there are still many people who are dissatisfied, so what should we do?”
Song Zining looked at Qianye, Qianye said coldly, "If you don't agree, hit him, what are you talking about."
The white clans were all young people, just at the age of youth. Qianye and Song Zining on the opposite side looked not much older than them, but in fact they were not, and were even younger than most of the people present. In this case, how can you bear it
"This is the territory of the white clan!" a man said with a ferocious face, every word.
"On your territory, can you be shameless if you don't follow the rules?" When it comes to verbal disputes, Song Zining has never been afraid of anyone.
The man jumped up immediately, "What do you mean? If you don't make it clear, don't even think about walking out of this gate today!"
Song Zining smiled contemptuously, and said, "If you have revenge for revenge, if you have resentment for revenge, then come to fight! Just put up this battle to scare who? It's something that even the aristocratic family can't do. If you white clans themselves Willing to fall, I have nothing to say."
The young people of the White Clan were furious and shouted and cursed one after another. The tall young man at the head was still calm and said, "Seventh Young Master said this, and it's not that we don't understand the rules. Since you came to Ningyu Mansion by yourself, what should it be?" I don't need to say more about the rules, do I?"
"As long as you are singled out, you can do anything else." Song Zining looked indifferent.
"Okay! Seventh Young Master is really looking down on us white people."
However, Song Zining didn't save him any face, "After Bai Bump, you really don't have any reason for me to look up to you!"
Originally, Bai Aotu was the strongest of the younger generation of the White Clan. Because of his age, his combat power had suppressed Zhao Jundu for a while, and he had chased and killed Qianye to the point where he had nowhere to escape. Now that her battle strength has dropped drastically, there is no one in the direct descendants of the White Clan who can compete with the flourishing Zhao Jundu. Although there is still a photo of Bai Kong, but she cannot really be regarded as a member of the Bai family after all, and the Bai family still wants this kind of face.
On the battlefield, since the bloody battle of the Iron Curtain, the White Valve team suffered heavy losses. It can be said that no matter in the field of individual or team battles, the Bai clan has suffered a lot from Qianye and Song Zining. Now that Song Zining exposed him face to face like this, he couldn't refute it for a while.
Everyone in the White Clan was embarrassed, and the young man at the head laughed three times and said, "Okay! Since Young Master Qi said so, we can't let you down too much. I don't think we should choose any venue, how about here?"
"Okay." Song Zining readily agreed.
"Come here, get the equipment, and clear the field!"
A group of young people scattered in all directions, busy with each other. In an instant, a fighting field was formed around the gate, and the ground was covered with armor plates for protection. In addition, several large containers were moved to the sidelines. When they were opened, one container was filled with melee weapons, the other container was filled with various force guns, and the remaining containers were all armor. There are everything from thin armor like a cicada's wings to extremely thick full-body heavy armor.
After all, the White Clan is one of the Four Clans, with a profound background, and all the equipment they bring out are top-grade, and many of them cannot be bought with money outside. Song Zining looked at the young man in charge and sneered, the preparation was really fast and the preparations were complete.
The young man just couldn't help it, and said: "Whatever you two need, feel free to take it. I, a disciple of the Bai family, will also choose from it."
It is the usual practice of aristocratic families to provide standard equipment for both fighters. After all, challengers often do not bring all the equipment. This is the time to show the aristocratic family's bearing.
And another unwritten rule is that the door-to-door players need to face wheel battles, which is regarded as the default home court advantage. It's just that there must be a limit to the wheel battle. If you still lose in three consecutive battles, there will be no more competitions. If dozens of people take turns, even if they win, it won't be a good reputation. For the elite, winning or losing is only temporary, and face is the first.
However, when Song Zining accepted the challenge just now, what he meant was that even this layer of restrictions could be saved, and the white clan could send as many people as they wanted. With such arrogance, it's no wonder that this group of young and energetic children of the white clan was angered.
The first white man to come off the stage was a stout man, about level 15, with heavy armor and a heavy shield. He had a long pulse at first glance, and he didn't expect to win, as long as he consumed some of the opponent's original force.
This kind of clumsy and thickly armored opponent has always been Song Zining's favorite, and the Three Thousand Floating Leaves Domain can completely play with him, making him doubt his life.
Song Zining straightened his clothes and was about to end when Qianye stopped him. There was neither sadness nor joy on Qianye's face, he just said: "I'm not in the mood to play with them anymore."
"Okay, then be careful." After Song Zining finished speaking, he was still worried, and warned again: "Be gentle, don't hit too hard."
Qianye nodded, "I will."
During this conversation, Qianye and Song Zining spoke in a very serious manner, which made the Bai clan people half dead.
The soldiers in the field beat their shields with hammers, and the sound was like thunder, to express their dissatisfaction.
Qianye didn't care whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, stepped into the arena, walked towards him with big strides, arrived in front of him in a few steps, and slashed his chest to grab him.
The brawny man let out a sinister laugh, and the shield and hammer combined to hit Qianye's arm fiercely. For an ordinary strong man, this blow is enough to smash his arm to pieces.
However, Qianye didn't dodge or dodge at all, let the hammer shield hit his hand, as if he didn't feel it at all, he grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him up.
The man had an extremely strong body, and when he fell into Qianye's palm, his limbs drooped and he couldn't even move. Qianye waved his left hand, only heard a slap, a loud slap across the face, pulled the man more than ten meters away, and passed out on the spot.
All of this happened so fast that everyone had no time to react, and the fighter they had placed high hopes on had fainted to death on the sidelines. A few young people reacted quickly, and hurried over, checked in a hurry, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's nothing serious, I just passed out."
Everyone in the White Clan was relieved, and they all glared at Qianye, and those who were more powerful were frowning and thinking hard. It seemed that Qianye hadn't touched the original force during the whole process, how could that person be defeated like this? ? The ease of defeat is easier than killing a chicken.
The young man at the head said angrily: "Qianye, what do you mean by your actions being so vicious?"
Qianye sneered, "I didn't hit a vital point, so how can I say it's vicious?"
The man was at a loss for words immediately, his face was indeed not the key point, but such a blatant slap in the face was actually much more ruthless than a slap in the face.
Song Zining was at the side, hesitant to speak, but just shook his head. He knew in his heart that Qianye was really angry when he saw Bai Aotu's current situation, and he decided not to leave any room for him. Even in the Song Clan that day, facing a group of Song Clan elders, Qianye did not use this method of not giving them any steps down.
As long as they fought bloody side by side in life and death, Qianye would regard him as a brother. And for the sake of his brother, Qianye is not afraid to be an enemy to anyone.
The matter has come to this, the face of the young man headed by the Bai clan flashed with gloom, and he said with a deep smile: "Okay, very good! Since Master Qianye is so willing to teach you, then our Bai family will not let you down! Bai Longfei, go and learn Take Master Qianye's tricks!"
Bai Longfei's face is pale and beardless, he looks around thirty. Holding a pair of short knives, he floated off the stage, leaving no dust on his feet as he walked, and showed his talent for speed in his slow steps.
This Bai Longfei obviously learned the lesson from his predecessor, he didn't get close to Qianye, but sprinted around Qianye, wanting to gradually gain an advantage in the guerrilla warfare, or at least let Qianye consume more force.
In the blink of an eye, he circled Qianye three times at a speed as fast as the wind. Just when he was complacent and felt that he was showing his face in front of his fellow clansmen, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of him, as if flying from the sky, making him have nothing to dodge, no way to avoid it, just as he was startled, he was strangled by the throat , lifted it up.
"How could it be done so quickly..." As soon as this thought flashed across his mind, another hand appeared in front of his eyes, followed by a snap, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.
In the eyes of others, Qianye just picked it up casually, and Bai Longfei bumped into Qianye's hand by himself, and then he was slapped and knocked out, before being thrown out of the field.
The leading young man's face was green and red, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "White Dragon Whale!"
The other person came off the stage. This person had short hair and looked capable and tough. His movements were also without any tricks, and he was not sloppy at all. He was obviously a real master who was good at actual combat.
But as soon as this so-called combat-experienced powerhouse rushed into Qianye's melee range, he was picked up and slapped faintly.
"Bai Longyu!"
"White Tiger Wings!"
"Bai Chengtian!"
"white… "
No matter who it is, as long as it ends, it will end in being stunned. The whole process is so fast that people can't even feel that Qianye has used the force. In a blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen people lying on the sidelines, all with bruised faces and unconscious.
At this moment, more and more white clan disciples gathered, but they were completely silent. People with a discerning eye have long seen that Qianye's overall strength is not at the same level as these young disciples at all, so he will take the weight lightly, slap each other, and slap all the opponents down.
None of the injuries were serious, but they were all on the face.
The young man in charge couldn't maintain his demeanor any longer, his face was extremely ugly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to fight against my white boss to the end?"
Qianye stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, and said indifferently, "How can things be good now?"