"Haha...Qingyuan, you still have vision."

Hearing Fang Muyun's praise, King Yong was even more happy, as if he was praising himself, or even happier than praising himself.

Then, King Yong looked at Hong Jianglong again and said proudly: "Young Emperor Qing is not very good at all. Don't you think so, Jianglong?"

"That's what the prince said." Hong Jianglong smiled and did not argue.

"Not necessarily." After hearing this, King Yong was about to laugh loudly, but he saw King Chu put down the book in his hand and said coldly: "Although Ye Qing is at a disadvantage, he is not actually injured. The outcome is unknown.

."

"Uh..." King Yong swallowed, feeling disgusted.

Hong Jianglong, Lei Xiaodan, Song Xilai and others glanced at Chu Wangsun with some surprise. With their eyesight, they could naturally see that although Chu Qingge's offensive was fierce, most of its power was lost to the Yin and Yang Qi in Ye Qing's body.

It was removed, so Ye Qing was indeed not seriously injured.

But after all, King Yong was a member of the royal family and had a respected status. In addition, his martial arts level was not very high. It would be thankless to argue with such a person, so most people followed what King Yong said.

But he didn't expect that Chu Wangsun would tell the truth, and the scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

Others were just a little surprised, but Hong Jianglong wanted to think more. After all, he knew that Ye Qing had a feud with Chu Wangsun, and he didn't know what Chu Wangsun meant when he said these words, and whether he had any purpose?

However, after saying this, Prince Chu stopped paying attention to everyone and lowered his head to read the book again, leaving everyone confused.

In the fantasy world of yellow sand, Chu Qingge also frowned. She naturally knew what others could see clearly. Her attack just now seemed fierce, but whether it was the strength of her fists or her palms, they were all affected by the yin and yang surrounding Ye Qing's body.

Most of the two qi have been released, so the opponent looks embarrassed, but in fact the injury is not serious.

Since the injury is not serious, let’s keep trying again.

As soon as the thought came up, Chu Qingge took action decisively, stepping forward, dragging his right hand behind him.

Every time you take a step forward, the hand dragging behind you will rise a little higher, and the yellow sand behind you will also rise a foot higher.

Three steps later, Chu Qingge raised his hands high in the sky, and behind him, there was hundreds of feet of yellow sand, level with the sky.

When he reached a few feet in front of Ye Qing, Chu Qingge put his palms down and came down.

Hundreds of feet of yellow sand poured down behind him like a torrent, rolling down with a terrifying force.

"Okay, the rolling yellow sand is like the Milky Way, pouring down the world and covering the world. This style of rolling yellow sand has a bit of Brother Luo's style." Lei Xiaodan looked at the terrifying scene in the ring, nodded, and looked towards

Hong Jianglong: "I didn't expect that Brother Luo would teach this trick to the princess. It's really surprising!"

"To be honest, I don't know how that old ghost taught Qing Ge his unique skills to suppress the situation?" Hong Jianglong also glanced at his mouth.

The brother Luo mentioned by the two of them was the governor of Nanzhen, who was as famous as Jingansi and Hong Jianglong. His name was Luosha, and the name of the method he practiced was "Huangsha Zhendian".

"Yellow Sand Code" can seize the water between heaven and earth, turn thousands of miles of earth into yellow sand on the red ground, and its power is infinite. The rolling yellow sand hand is a unique skill in "Yellow Sand Code", rolling yellow sand like a sky river, toppling the heaven and earth.

In the human world, in places where wind and sand are everywhere, the power is particularly strong.

It's just that Luo Sha was arrogant and withdrawn. He had no relatives, friends, or disciples, so he was not liked by others.

Unexpectedly, Luo Sha would actually teach Chu Qingge a unique skill in the "Huangsha Canon", and judging from Chu Qingge's proficiency in mastering it, it must have taken a long time to learn it.

"Xiaoye has suffered a lot this time." Lei Xiaodan smiled. The yellow sand hand was particularly powerful in the windy and sandy place, and the place where Chu Qingge and Ye Qing competed happened to be in the desert. This was very difficult for Chu Qingge.

I mean, it's very beneficial.

"It's advantageous, but if you want to win, it's not enough." Hong Jianglong said calmly: "On the other hand, your apprentice is almost unable to withstand it."

On the fifth stage, Chu Ren was now completely at a disadvantage.

Chu Renhe’s opponent is Zhao Buer.

Zhao Buer and Chu Ren are both in the middle stage of the God-washing, and both have comparable strength to the late-stage God-washing, but in comparison, Zhao Buer's strength is stronger.

Zhao Buer's skills are extremely weird, his body movements are strange and changeable, like a phantom, his weapon is a razor, and the razor is just an ordinary razor, the blade is rusty and mottled.

With his ghostly movement skills, Zhao Buer moved around Chu Ren in an erratic manner. Chu Ren could not capture Zhao Buer's Qi, grasp the law of his movement, or keep up with his speed.

Naturally, Zhao Buer cannot be attacked.

And every time Zhao Buer passed by Chu Ren, he would shave off a strand of Chu Ren's hair. Every time he shaved off a strand of hair, Chu Ren would feel a little more resentful and his strength would drop by one point.

"Zhao Buer, if you have the ability to fight me openly, how can you dodge and dodge?" The more he beat Chu Ren, the more depressed he became. He didn't even touch the corners of his clothes. Instead, most of his own hair was shaved off, leaving him bald.

Yes, ugly and abnormal.

"Zhao is just a barber who only knows how to shave heads. Of course he is not as capable as Mr. Chu." Zhao Buer smiled honestly and continued to tangle with Chu Ren with Qinggong. He did not fight head-on, which made Chu Ren angry.

It's itchy, but there's nothing you can do.

"Losing is also a good thing. It lets him know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world." Lei Xiaodan said with a smile: "Brother Hong, can you see the origin of Zhao Buer?"

Hong Jianglong looked at Lei Xiaodan and said jokingly: "Isn't your Chen Qing Yuan specializing in Jianghu affairs? Why are you asking me?"

Hearing this, Lei Xiaodan still smiled and said: "Lei has little talent and knowledge, how can he compare to you, Brother Hong?"

"Pretending." Hong Jianglong said calmly: "I can't tell the history of Zhao Buer's Qinggong movement, but the razor in his hand, if I read it correctly, should be ranked 90th on the magic weapon spectrum.

Three ghosts have their heads shaved, and they are deceivers."

"Ghost shaved heads are human-eating. According to legend, ghost shaved heads were made from the skull of a very evil man. On the surface, that man was an honest barber, but in fact he was a murderer who killed people under the guise of shaving heads.

There are hundreds of people, so they have a lot of resentment on them, so the ghost heads made of their skulls are shaved, which is extremely weird."

"Every time an enemy's hair is shaved off, the opponent will be filled with resentment and his strength will become weaker. If the opponent's head is shaved off, the opponent will either be killed or controlled by the ghost shaver and become a ghost.

puppet."

"So, if the fight continues, your apprentice will definitely lose."

"Ghost shaving your head!" Lei Xiaodan nodded as if he was enlightened: "Ghost shaving is a trick of the barber who is ranked 18th on the black list. Could it be that this Zhao Buer is the disciple of the barber?"

"Not sure." Hong Jianglong shook his head: "Although the barber is on the black list, he is not a person who does many evil things and is unforgivable. So what does it matter whether Zhao Buer is a disciple of the barber?"

"Haha, that's right." Lei Xiaodan smiled.

While the two were talking, Chu Ren had a few more strands of hair shaved off, his strength was greatly reduced, and he was losing ground. It seemed that he would lose sooner or later.

"People and their hearts are already in chaos. There really is no chance." Lei Xiaodan looked at it a few more times and shook his head: "You are still too young, but nephew Luo Xian is calm and measured, even if he faces the famous Jian Wu

Even if you are alive, you will not be left behind. It is much better than Renhe."

Luo Zhan's opponent was Jian Wusheng, and the competition between the two was much more exciting than the one-sided killings between Zhao Buer and Chu Ren.

The place where the two met was a cliff.

The cliff is shrouded in clouds and mist, as steep as a knife, and as tall as a sword.

Just like Luo Zhan and Jian Wusheng.

Luo Zhan's sword moves are fierce and powerful, and his Ba Dao skills are among the best in the world. His sword skills are domineering and violent, splitting the sky and earth, and moving forward bravely, unrivaled.

Jian Wusheng uses the sword, and the sword takes the wrong edge. Wusheng Wushen Sword is the most extreme sword technique in the world. It emphasizes that the sword comes out without self, the intention comes first, and the person comes second. There is no life, no death, no fear, no fear, not you.

Death means my death.

Therefore, the competition between Luo Zhan and Jian Wusheng was like needle point against wheat awn, with neither side giving in.

Luo Zhan holds the sword with both hands and performs simple horizontal and vertical cuts. His moves are simple and unpretentious, without any fancy, but they are terrifyingly powerful. Horizontal cuts are like splitting the sky, vertical cuts are like splitting the ground, and the sword radiance covers the sky and the earth.

Facing the overwhelming sword light, the sword is fearless and fearless. He holds the sword forward, the body and the sword become one, and the cold sword intent gathers on the three-foot green front, condensing without scattering, circling like a swimming dragon.

Wherever it passed, swords all over the sky were torn in half.

Jian Wusheng moved forward, and Luo Zhan also moved forward. Every time he took a step, he was slashed with a sword, but the falling sword light hung in the air, condensing without falling, gathering like a long river.

When Jian Wusheng and Luo Zhan were ten feet away from each other, Luo Zhan was the first to stop. The muscles in his arms were tangled, and the long knife held high above his head suddenly slashed down.

A long river of sword light hung in the air, pouring down, and with the falling long sword, it turned into a giant sword that reached the sky and the earth.

Before the sword fell, the situation changed.

Jian Wusheng continued to hold the sword forward, with his elbow straight and slightly extended by an inch.

In an inch, a blue dragon rises from the ground.

You have a long sword to open heaven and earth;

I have a blue dragon to bless the world.

"boom……"

The blue dragon with sword energy collided with the giant sword of heaven and earth. The sword energy overflowed like a storm. A layer of the cliff where the two of them were on was cut away, leaving countless hideous and terrifying cracks.

"Ding"

Suddenly, a clear sound of clashing swords suddenly sounded, even covering up the huge roar.

The moment the swords clashed, the chaotic and violent sword energy stood still as if it had been cast by a spell.

In the center of the sword energy, Jian Wusheng and Luo Zhan were only six feet apart.

The tip of Jian Wusheng's sword was right on top of Luo Zhan's.

That clear sound was the sound of swords touching each other.

Sword to sword, man to man, all motionless.

"Luo Zhan lost." Outside the ring, Hong Jianglong sighed.

"For non-war crimes, Jian Wusheng's realm and understanding of the sword's intention are far superior to that of Luo Xian Nephew." Lei Xiaodan said with a smile: "Luo Xian Nephew can fight to this level with Jian Wusheng, and even suffer heavy injuries."

The sword has no life, which is already extremely extraordinary."

"If you lose, you lose. There's nothing to explain." Hong Jianglong said nonchalantly: "Winning or losing is normal. If you lose this time, just win it next time."

"But this Jian Wusheng is indeed a talented person, and I, the Jing'an Division, want it."

"Haha, such an outstanding talent should join our Chenqing Academy." Lei Xiaodan also said with a smile.

"Bullshit, this kind of talent should join our Jing'an Division to kill monsters and protect the people. Why should I join your Chen Qing Yuan to do some shameful things?" Hong Jianglong said disdainfully: "What a waste."

"Jing'an Sisi is weird. Chen Qingyuan is in charge of the world. He is doing everything for the world, the court, and the people. How can there be no waste?" Lei Xiaodan was not angry at Hong Jianglong's sarcasm, and said with a smile: "

Besides, whether Jian Wusheng joins the Jing'an Division or not is his freedom and cannot be forced. Maybe he feels that Chen Qing Yuan is more suitable for him?"

"Huh, let's wait and see." Hong Jianglong snorted coldly.

When the two were arguing about Jian Wusheng, Jian Wusheng and Luo Zhan remained motionless in the cliff illusion.

Just under their feet, spiderweb-like cracks opened silently.

The moment the crack spread, Luo Zhan staggered back. Every time he took a step back, wisps of blood seeped out from the pores of his seven orifices. Before the blood could fall, it exploded silently, leaving tiny sword marks on the ground.

Obviously, every blood contains terrifying sword intent.

After nine steps, Luo Zhan was covered in blood.

"You win." Luo Zhan cupped his hands.

"Chengyi." Jian Wusheng put away his sword and also clasped his fists. During the process of clasping his fists, Jian Wusheng's arms kept shaking and his face became a little pale.
Chapter completed!