The speaker was An Peirong.
At this time, An Peirong's face suddenly looked strangely calm. She walked slowly towards the field and said: "According to the rules, our An family has the opportunity to send three people. Now, although Ruorong has been defeated, I am still here."
.I am the young master of the An family, and I will fight on behalf of the family this time."
All eyes were focused on An Peirong. At this glance, everyone's hearts trembled. An Peirong was originally a magnificent figure with unparalleled appearance. Now he exudes a
This unparalleled calm and calm temperament makes her look incomparably beautiful. Many people just stared at An Peirong's appearance blankly, and for a moment they were crazy.
"Young Master! You can't go!" Mr. Xuange quickly stopped in front of An Peirong. He gritted his teeth tightly and said, "You are a person with a golden body, how can you go to war? Your body and bones are not good to begin with.
, if there is even half a point of difference, what should we do..."
An Ruorong said: "Young Master, you can't!"
"Young Master, please come back!"
Everyone in the An family was shouting excitedly, with an indescribable sadness and indignation on their faces. They hated themselves for being useless, but they asked the young master to show his face at this moment of life and death.
An Jianhong's eyes turned red, and he guarded An Peirong's back closely.
An Peirong glanced at everyone with a faint gaze, and she said slowly: "This empty pond...can't be thrown away..."
Xuan Ge Lao gritted his teeth and said: "Young Master, you are not his opponent. This time you will only hurt yourself in this battle. Why bother? We really have no chance to get Kongqing Pond. Let's give up. Even if the clan leader comes in person,
He doesn’t want you to do this either…”
Everyone in the An family was trying to persuade them, but An Peirong smiled faintly. She said: "Our An family's cultivation is not as good as others. Could it be that we have even lost our last courage? There are always three chances for this challenge. We only have three chances."
After using one of them, and it didn’t work the other two times, you got cold feet..."
On the other side, Qin Chengye just sneered. An Peirong's appearance in the battle had been expected by him. He was afraid that Mr. Xuan Ge and others would stop the success, so at this time he said repeatedly: "Miss, if what I remember is correct, you are
I haven’t seen your grandma for eight whole years. This yearning is unbearable. If the Qingqing Pool is still lost this time, you will have to wait for another four years to see your grandma. The messenger from the Ancient Ming Clan said that your grandma is critically ill.
If you don't hurry up this time, I'm afraid there won't be any chance in the future, and you will regret it for the rest of your life..."
He stared closely at An Peirong. His intention was very clear. He wanted to take advantage of the competition to humiliate An Peirong, or even kill him. He had the confidence given to him by his master Sui Guanghong recently.
, not afraid of Anshi at all.
An Peirong's whole body trembled when she heard this. Qin Chengye's words deeply hurt her, and her face became even paler.
"Shut up!" Old Xuange yelled angrily, pointing at Qin Chengye, "Don't think I don't know what bad intentions you have!"
An Jianhong suddenly pulled out his spiritual sword in excitement and shouted: "If anyone dares to be disrespectful to my young master, I will fight him!"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The children of the An family were filled with indignation and drew out their spiritual swords one after another. They glared at Qin Chengye angrily.
"How dare you An family try it!"
The reaction of the children of Wumeng on the other side was not bad, and they all responded with anger. They numbered in the thousands, and with so many spiritual swords revealed, their momentum was even more astonishing.
Bai Meng sneered and said: "Mr.
Shi Gong then said: "Mr. Xuange, are you trying to break the rules?"
Qin Chengye sneered and said: "Miss, this is your own choice. There is no need to listen to others. If you are a filial son, you should fight me. Your Majesty is watching you from the other side of Kongqing Pond!"
Gan Xuan couldn't stand it any longer, sighed and said, "Young leader, why do you have to do this?"
Bai Meng said deeply: "Madam, emptying the Qingqing Pond is a matter between our two families. Please don't interfere."
"Little Lord!"
Everyone in the An family was still full of persuasion, but An Peirong's face was so indifferent from the beginning to the end. She gently pushed Mr. Xuange away, walked forward slowly, and said firmly: "You guys
Back off."
"No!" An Jianhong's eyes turned red.
"Step back!" An Peirong said with a rare sense of majesty. She slowly walked towards the field. Her figure exuded a very strange temperament, as if she was willing to die generously.
"Young Master..." An Ruorong suddenly choked up. Perhaps she was the only one who understood An Peirong best. Did An Peirong really want to compete this time? In An Peirong's subconscious, he just wanted to borrow
You are seeking death at the hands of Qin Chengye...
There was no trace of fear in An Peirong's face. At this moment, she felt surprisingly calm in her heart. She thought dreamily: "Yunsheng, do you know that Sister is too tired to live... Sister?"
It's useless. You can't bear the heavy responsibility of the family. She can't even save your mother. She even killed you... My sister doesn't want to live for a long time. This time I return to the underworld. If we can meet again, I only hope that you can forgive my sister...
…Yunsheng, sister...are here to accompany you..."
Endless sadness enveloped An Peirong's whole body, and her figure looked so haggard and thin. Over the years, she has been like a duckweed in the water. Now, it's time for the roots of this duckweed to break off...
Qin Chengye felt very proud when he saw An Peirong standing up. He sneered and said, "Miss, the competition has just begun. Please forgive me for the offence."
"Come on." There was no expression on An Peirong's face.
This moment was the eve of the war, and everyone held their breath. They looked straight at the figures in the field, each with their own thoughts, and their emotions were as if they were overturned.
Suddenly, a sound of "Peng!" was heard, but An Peirong directly used her magic weapon, which was An's most precious atomized green silk garment.
The atomized green wisps of clothing are like mist and dream, but a light thin shirt exudes incomparable brilliance. It rises slowly like the bright moon and floats in the mid-air.
The radiant and magical light had a power to bewitch the mind. No one could look directly at it for too long. When the green robe floated for a while, everyone averted their eyes. They all looked at An Peirong.
I saw An Peirong slowly closing her eyes, her hands placed safely on her chest, with some complicated handprints. Her perfectly grown lips seemed to be saying something faintly.
Qin Chengye sneered. He knew how powerful this foggy green robe was, and it was very direct, so he launched his eighth-level pagoda. Without any extra words, he directly made the eighth-level pagoda surge.
"The eight-level pagoda can weigh a thousand pounds!"
Amid everyone's exclamations, the eight-level pagoda rose to the size of a hill faster than before, and then crashed downwards.
"Rumble! Rumble!"
The shadow of the tower on the ground quickly expanded, but An Peirong remained calm inside. A handprint on her right hand suddenly and slowly waved out.
"Qiang!"
Suddenly there was the sound of swords, and there was a tremor on the atomized Qinglui clothes, and a cyan halo flashed out. This cyan halo was not big, but the sound was very amazing, just like a shooting star.
, and flashed straight towards the eighth-level pagoda.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and blocked by this cyan halo, the huge figure of the eighth-level pagoda came to a standstill. The huge roar caused by the collision of forces in the middle caused great turmoil in the surroundings.
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"
The foggy green silk clothes are still trembling, and new power is constantly joining the green halo. An Peirong underneath is waving handprints continuously, her expression is calm, but in her movements
It clearly smacks of hysteria.
[PS: The village chief is rolling around on the ground asking for monthly votes! The village chief was fucked yesterday and is now ninth in the monthly vote, only a dozen votes away from eighth. I hope everyone will send the village chief back! Thank you!] (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!