"Brother Yang, congratulations."

Everyone who had obtained the tokens was secretly looking for their opponents. Suddenly, Zhang Tiancheng's voice rang out.

"Haha, it's just luck." Yang Zhao's voice also sounded immediately, still gentle and clear. It was obvious that Yang Zhao had a bye this round.

"Brother Yang, congratulations."

"Congratulations……"

Zhao Pei, Chen Shaoyu, Chu Ren, Jian Wusheng and others also expressed their congratulations to Yang Zhao, somewhat envious.

"Come on everyone, I'll wait for you in the next round." Yang Zhao cupped his fists and smiled.

"Hey, why can everyone else get a bye, but I can't? Why am I so unlucky? Oh, my life is so miserable!" Wen Xiaonuan looked at Yang Zhao, who had a bye, with a face filled with sadness and depression.

A feeling of sadness, decadence, and despair slowly spread.

Ye Qing, Xu Rulin, Wei Bulao, the little Taoist priest and others quietly took a few steps back to avoid being affected. This girl's lethality was too great.

"Oh, don't you even want to see me? Not only am I so unlucky, am I such a failure as a human being..." Wen Xiaonuan looked at the empty surroundings and sighed, the sadness and decadence around him became even stronger.

"Ahem, I'm just lucky. Besides, with your strength, Miss Wen, even if you don't get a bye, you will definitely be able to advance to the next round and even win the first place." Yang Zhao coughed twice and comforted.

Wen Xiaonuan is not weak, he can even be said to be very strong. If he can be recruited into the Yang family, it will be a great good thing for the Yang family.

"You don't need to comfort me. I couldn't even get first place on Feilong Mountain, let alone win the competition." Wen Xiaonuan sighed: "Little Qing Emperor is right, I'm a waste."

Everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Ye Qing, either with disdain, disgust, or murderous intent, just to name a few.

Ye Qing: "..." Sister, I provoked you, and you caused a wave of hatred for me.

Lin Yuhuai patted Ye Qing's shoulder sympathetically and ate the melon next to him. The pot came from the sky!

"Invite people with the same number to come on stage..."

Fortunately, Hong Jianglong's voice rang out and rescued him.

Ye Qing was number 8, that is, ring number 8. When he got on the ring, he suddenly discovered that his opponent was actually Chu Qingge.

"Miss Qingge..." Ye Qing didn't expect to meet one of his own so soon, and his mood was a little complicated.

Once the two of them got to know each other, they were considered to have gone through life and death together in the Demon Tomb;

Secondly, he was also a little worried about Chu Qingge's strength.

"Brother Ye..." Chu Qingge clasped his fists very freely and openly, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "I have long wanted to learn Xiao Qingdi's methods, please give me some advice."

"please……"

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly. Chu Qingge always had a calm, free and easy temperament, which was very admirable.

The environment where the two of them were located was a vast desert.

Desert, yellow sand, sunset, setting sun, a man and a woman... It's quite poetic and picturesque.

But the next moment, this poetic and picturesque atmosphere was broken. Before Ye Qing finished speaking, there was only a phantom left in the place where he was. The real Ye Qing had appeared behind Chu Qingge and punched out.

Outside the ring, King Yong, who had been paying attention to his daughter, saw Ye Qing suddenly appear behind Chu Qingge. He suddenly stood up and cursed: "As a man, this kid unexpectedly made a surprise attack. It's so shameless."

The people around him smiled as usual, did not answer, and just stared at the two people on the ring.

Facing Ye Qing's surprise attack, Chu Qingge seemed to have expected it. The energy in his body became unpredictable, as if a basalt shadow appeared in the air, rippling in the water, guarding all directions.

Ye Qing punched Chu Qingge's body with as much force as a mud cow entering the sea, unable to bear any force.

What's even more troublesome is that the energy swirling around Chu Qingge's body was like a quagmire. When his fist broke into it, there was a feeling of sluggishness and stagnation all over his body, and his reaction seemed to be a few beats slower.

One step is slow, each step is slow.

Before Ye Qing could break away, Chu Qingge took a step back and leaned into Ye Qing's arms like a bird, but Ye Qing didn't feel the joy of a beautiful woman throwing herself into his arms, only solemnity.

As soon as Chu Qingge leaned into his arms, his elbows were like giant hammers, hitting Ye Qing's chest.

Ye Qing's left arm crossed his chest to block Chu Qingge's elbows.

The two were separated at the first touch. Chu Qingge kicked Ye Qing's calf, and his left shoulder sank and lifted like a mountain, and continued to hit Ye Qing's chest.

Ye Qing's legs were slightly arched, and he received a hard kick from Chu Qingge. He didn't move at all. His left arm across his chest suddenly pressed down, and his strength was like a torrent, flying down three thousand feet.

The lowered arm hit Chu Qingge's raised shoulder.

With a muffled sound of "boom", the sand dunes under their feet suddenly collapsed and they all fell.

During the fall, Chu Qingge was still facing Ye Qing, using his shoulders, elbows and feet as weapons to continue attacking Ye Qing.

Ye Qing responded calmly.

In the yellow sand, there was a continuous banging sound, like thunder.

The moment the two of them landed, Chu Qingge suddenly swept out, while Ye Qing remained motionless with a smile on his face.

"How is it, how is it, who won?" King Yong looked at Chu Qingge and Ye Qing in the yellow sand and said anxiously.

"It's hard to say who will lose and who will win right now." Lei Xiaodan said slowly, "But in the previous confrontation, the princess suffered a small loss."

The fight between the two just now seemed to only last for a few breaths. To outsiders, it seemed like they were separated at the first glance, but it was extremely dangerous.

When warriors compete, life and death can only be seen within a few inches.

"Suffered a loss? What loss did Qingge suffer?" King Yong showed a look of anxiety and worry on his face.

Lei Xiaodan said: "Ye Qing and the princess are at the same level, and their reaction and fighting experience are almost the same. In terms of the exquisiteness of the moves, the princess is better, but in terms of physical fitness and strength, Ye Qing has a slight advantage, and this kind of close-fitting

Fighting requires physical strength, reaction and experience, so the princess suffered a slight loss, but it doesn't matter."

"As for the outcome, it will take some time."

Hearing this, King Yong felt a little relieved, and then he snorted coldly: "That boy has a simple mind and well-developed limbs. He is still far from winning Qing Ge."

Those who were paying attention to the competition between Ye Qing and Chu Qingge all smiled and did not comment.

"Brother Ye is so talented and powerful, Qingge admires him." Chu Qingge looked at Ye Qing with a hint of surprise and admiration in his eyes.

When he was in the Demon Graveyard, Ye Qing was only in the late stage of refining the martial arts and was no match for him. After only a month, the opponent caught up with her. Not only was her level different from hers, but her strength was also on par with hers.

If it's just about the realm, that's fine. There are many natural and earthly treasures that can improve a warrior's realm in a short period of time, so it's nothing.

What really impressed her was Ye Qing's fighting and fighting experience.

She was born in Prince Yong's Mansion and had been taught by famous teachers since she was a child. Before joining the Jing'an Division, she had been in the military for a period of time. After joining the Jing'an Division, she was taught by Hong Jianglong and others. She has rich fighting and fighting experience that is definitely unparalleled by others.

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But not only was Ye Qing not weaker than her, he was even better than her.

It has to be said that despite his great reputation, there is no falsehood.

"Thank you, Miss Qingge is also very powerful." Ye Qing was telling the truth. Chu Qingge was indeed very powerful. He had seen Chu Qingge's strength when he was in the Demon Graveyard. At that time, the opponent was only in the middle stage of God Cleansing.

Now he is in the late stage of God-washing, and his strength has doubled compared to before. If he hadn't had the battlefield experience of Nan Ke Yimeng, he might have been at a disadvantage in a face-to-face encounter.

"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Ye." Chu Qingge smiled generously, as bright as the sun: "Brother Ye, be careful."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Qingge took the lead and pointed out, shaking the stars all over the sky.

"Falling Star Finger"

Fingerlights danced wildly, the sky swayed, stars fell from the sky, and terror and coercion swept across the world.

"Well come."

Facing the sky full of finger lights, Ye Qing smiled softly, and with a "boom", the yellow sand exploded under his feet, and Ye Qing rushed forward.

Every time he moved a foot, the aura on Ye Qing's body became more powerful. By the time his fingers fell, Ye Qing's intention was as high as a mountain and he punched out.

The foehn wind roared, sweeping away the yellow sand all over the sky, and the heaven and earth were boiling like a furnace.

"Steamed Daze Style"

The stars entered the furnace, roared, and splashed yellow sand, but they were eventually melted by the high temperature in the furnace.

The foehn wind carried the yellow sand, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, drowning Chu Qingge.

"Hey..."

The next moment, a high-pitched and clear phoenix cry came from the howling foehn wind, and a colorful fire phoenix appeared in the sky, flying among the foehn wind, yellow sand and flames.

Then, amid the clear and clear sound of phoenixes, the colorful phoenix flashed away.

Suddenly, Ye Qing's hair stood on end with chills, and the yin and yang energy circulated around his body, protecting his whole body, standing as tall and motionless as a mountain.

He stepped forward with his right foot diagonally, his body that was running forward twisted in a circle contrary to common sense, and punched the ground diagonally.

The Gang Qi rolls back, enveloping the yellow sand, gathering in front of the body, rushing like a river.

"Jiejiang"

The moment Jiejiang fell, a dragon's roar resounded throughout the world, and the rushing river was pierced by a punch.

A fist as white as jade, carrying the power of heaven and earth, magnified in Ye Qing's eyes and struck his face.

Ye Qing was struck dizzy and staggered, taking nine steps back in a row.

The yellow sand rolled under my feet like an earth dragon turning over.
To be continued...