"Why not?"

Duanmu Longhua turned to look at Ye Qing, and said with a silly smile: "You are already a real person at such a young age, which is indeed remarkable. It's a pity that this is the City of the Goddess, and it is my Duanmu Longhua's territory."

"Do you know how many people there are in our Goddess City? One thousand ordinary disciples, three hundred inner disciples, thirty deacons, and twelve elders. Among them, there are only three real people. I forgot to mention, and I, I am a real person.

In the later stage, we are only one step away from becoming a saint. There are so many of us, even if we spit, we can drown you. Do you think Ye Shaoxia can make it?"

"There are quite a lot of people, but I don't know if they are just chickens and dogs. They are vulnerable."

Ye Qing looked at Duanmu Longhua and smiled.

"Huh? Young Master Ye, do you want to give it a try?" Duanmu Longhua said with a smile.

"How about giving it a try?" Ye Qing asked tentatively.

"Hahaha, just give it a try, I just hope you won't regret it later."

Duanmu Longhua seemed to have found something interesting to do. He flashed and reappeared on his seat. He picked up a plate of melon seeds and said, "Wuju, you can spend some time with Ye Shaoxia first."

"Yes, City Lord."

The armless old man, who had long disliked Ye Qing, suddenly had a cold look in his eyes. He took a step forward. In one step, two empty sleeves of his robe floated forward, creating strong winds and turbulent currents, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The big sleeves are fluttering, covering the heaven and the earth. They are the sky-covering sleeves.

Under the Zhetian Sleeves, Yao Jingce and Yue Hongmian groaned, unable to withstand the pressure, and fainted. Ye Qing waved his sleeves and swept the fainted two people aside, and then faced the falling Zhetian.

Sleeves, handshake into a knife, cut off diagonally.

He raised his hand, dropped his sword, and the dark world without a trace of light was suddenly filled with red light. In the light, red lotuses fell, like a dream.

The next moment, the darkness disappeared, and the violent wind and turbulence also disappeared at the same time.

Ye Qing was seen standing tall with a playful expression, while the armless old man had a gloomy expression. There were several large holes in his hanging sleeves, and traces of burning could be faintly smelled.

"The quality of the clothes is quite good. Where did you buy them?" Ye Qing asked.

"Seeking death!" the armless old man snorted coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes. His figure suddenly swept forward, his sleeves rotated, whipping up strong winds, turbulence, and thousands of piles of snow.

When the two sleeves are rolled together, they thrust forward like a spear.

"boom……"

The void is like a mirror, pierced by the sleeves, revealing two obvious holes. In the holes, there is an endless sense of killing and destruction, gods and demons wailing, and immortals and Buddhas withering.

The sleeves are like spears, like killing gods and demons, like killing immortals and Buddhas. This is called stabbing the sleeves of immortals.

This style of Thorny Immortal Sleeve was created by the armless old man based on his incomplete marksmanship and his own insights.

Back then, he had just become a real person and was very high-spirited. He was invited by his friends to go to an ancient tomb. In that ancient tomb, they met a silver-armored soldier. The silver-armored soldier was just a ray of martial arts will left.

With his will, he raised his hand and shot, killing all his friends and their souls were extinguished. However, due to the distance, he luckily escaped, but he also paid the price of two arms.

Even though he escaped, the power of that shot was so terrifying that even if he searched for all kinds of treasures, materials, and experts, he could not grow his arms.

However, everything in the world is interdependent with blessings and misfortunes. Even though he lost his arms, if he gained something from that spear intention, he went one step further and combined it with his own martial arts to create a killing move of his own.

Because the spear of the silver-armored soldier was named Thorning Immortal, he named this killing move Thorny Immortal Sleeve.

The previous sky-shielding sleeve was just a test to test the opponent's strength, but the current stabbing sleeve is the real killing move.

Although his Immortal Thorn Sleeve is not comparable to the Immortal Thorn Spear of the Silver Armored Soldier, it can kill immortals and Buddhas with one shot, and kill real people like searching for objects from a bag, but it is still easy to seriously injure an ordinary real person.

Without Duanmu Longhua's order, he naturally did not dare to kill Ye Qing, but beating him half to death was still possible.

Thinking like this, a sinister smile appeared on the face of the armless old man, and the thorn fairy sleeves on his hands became a little more fierce.

"It's interesting."

Facing the armless old man's tattooed fairy sleeves, Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly.

"Mysterious..."

Seeing this, an unknown evil fire once again arose in the heart of the armless old man. In his expectation, facing his killing move, the other party must be panicked and full of fear, but the young man in front of him not only showed no fear, but smiled instead

.

Silly?

Crazy?

Or, something else!

In short, the other person's smile made him very uncomfortable and a little uneasy.

Therefore, the armless old man's sleeves that originally stabbed Ye Qing's abdomen and chest were slightly shifted and aimed at the opponent's eyes and face.

Don't you know how to laugh?

Smash your face, blind your eyes, and see how you laugh?

Then, something even more puzzling to the armless old man happened. Ye Qing did not dodge, but moved his face forward a little.

It was automatically delivered to my door for me to slap in the face. Why, do you think I am too slow?

This was the first time he encountered such a weird thing.

Although he had doubts in his heart, he did not hesitate to take action. After all, the face that comes to the door will not be beaten in vain, right?

"Snapped……"

Then, his sleeves were accurately tattooed on Ye Qing's face.

Then, he became stupid.

Because, he saw that his sleeve was torn.

Yes, it was not Ye Qing's face that was broken, but his sleeves.

His sleeves, made of thousand-year-old fire silk and containing the killing move he was proud of, were as fragile as if they were made of clay and paper. On the other hand, looking at the opponent's face, not only the flesh and blood were blurred, but even a trace of red.

There is no print.

Why, is it because his sleeves are too fragile, or because the other party is too thick-skinned?

"Armless, be careful!"

While Wuju was dazed, Duanmu Longhua's urgent voice suddenly came to his ears. Wuju came to his senses in an instant and realized that he was still fighting.

But it was too late, I saw Ye Qing smashing the thorn fairy sleeve on his face, and taking advantage of the armless distraction, he had already taken a step forward.

The two of them were already very close, so in one step, Ye Qing was already so close that he was armless and punched out.

The body-protecting Qi on Wuju's body was directly pierced by a punch, and he could only watch helplessly as the opponent's fist hit his chest.

Like the thunder but the raindrops, this punch hit Wu Arm's chest, but strangely there was no sound at all, and Wu Arm did not feel any pain.

Only the armless body flew out lightly, just in time to meet the belated arrival of Duanmu Longhua.

Duanmu Longhua didn't doubt that he was there, and stretched out his hand to catch Wu Jia.

But the moment Duanmu Longhua caught the armless man, his hair suddenly stood on end. He felt an extremely terrifying crisis, and his whole body was filled with energy, and he wanted to throw the armless old man out of his hand.

But it was too late, as the armless old man's body exploded, and an unparalleled force hit him. Duanmu Longhua let out a groan and flew out upside down.

The moment Duanmu Longhua flew out, Ye Qing, like a ghost, chased after him.
Chapter completed!