"And this?"
"That's natural. If you ask me, Ye Qingtang is afraid that if she can't even make the second move, she will die on it."
Messy voices of discussion rang out one after another. Feiying and Nishang, who were standing by the ring, were sweating nervously at the moment, and everything they heard was not good for Ye Qingtang, even though Ye Qingtang was determined to go to the ring. , but at this moment their hearts are already hanging in the air.
"God... Please, please bless miss." Nishang clasped her hands on her lips, begging for God's favor in a low voice.
As for Fei Ying, who had already narrowed his eyes, he stared at Song Junqiu and the others on the ring without going smoothly, quietly clenched his hands that were pounding on his sides, and there was an unusual evil spirit in his eyes.
If Miss really loses, he will make Song Junqiu and the others pay for it in blood!
In the fight between life and death, Song Junqiu and the others looked at each other casually, quietly sizing up Ye Qingtang.
"Senior Brother Song, although Ye Qingtang's temperament is overestimated, but this appearance... is really gratifying... It's a pity to be killed in this ring now." When he saw Ye Qingtang's gorgeous little face, a malicious thought came to his mind.
"It's a pity, and it can only be a pity. Today I don't want to see her walk down the ring alive." Song Junqiu whispered.
Two times before and after, Ye Qingtang lost his face. If he didn't pay back, how would he do things in the inner sect in the future
The three disciples naturally knew what to do after hearing Song Junqiu's words.
Song Junqiu raised his eyes, and his malicious eyes fell directly on Ye Qingtang.
"Junior Sister Ye, you are so courageous today, we will not lose your interest in waiting, life and death are in a fight, life and death are fate, Junior Sister Ye must take care."
He quietly gave the other three people a wink, and the three disciples immediately understood what Song Junqiu meant, and the four of them spread out immediately, surrounding Ye Qingtang in the middle of the ring with four corners.
There was one person in each of the southeast and northwest, and Ye Qingtang stood in the center. Once a war broke out, these four people would attack together, and the danger could be imagined.
"Song Junqiu really doesn't intend to keep his hand anymore. I think Ye Qingtang really wants to confess this time."
"Song Junqiu even brought the Frost Sword here today, and he has not planned to let Ye Qingtang go for a long time." A disciple spotted the sword on Song Junqiu's waist with keen eyes.
"Frost Sword?"
"The Frost Sword was brought by Song Junqiu from his family. It is said that this Frost Sword is really expensive. If it is placed in the Xuanming Pavilion, it may not be exchanged for sixty to seventy thousand Xuanming points."
"I heard that this Frost Sword is not only extremely sharp, but also made of deep cold iron, which is extremely tough. However, any wounds caused by the Frost Sword will be immediately eroded by the cold poison. Ye Qingtang is really in danger now. …”
Song Junqiu's family background is not low, and his family is powerful. The Frost Sword in his hand is also quite famous. Although it is not a top-level magic weapon, it can cut iron like mud. In addition, it has the attribute of cold poison. , also lost his name.
Song Junqiu pulled out the Frost Sword from his waist, and a trace of cold air permeated from the edge of the sword. He raised his eyes slightly, and his slightly contemptuous eyes passed over the sword on Ye Qingtang's waist.
The scabbard was simple and old, and it didn't look like the slightest bit of color, Song Junqiu just glanced at it, then raised his eyebrows ironically.
"Junior Sister Ye, draw your sword."