The clouds were like songs, the wind was without traces, and it started to snow at some point, but it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of everyone in the martial arts field. It was obviously the twelfth month of winter, and everyone seemed to be in a sea of fire, so enthusiastic and crazy.
waste!
That trash who was once trampled under everyone's feet is now smiling and looking at the world wildly. She remains unmoved despite the storms and clouds, and the mountains and rivers are just like this.
Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Don’t bully young people into poverty.
“Great!”
Ye Jingjing didn't know why everyone was in a mixed mood, but when she saw Qing Ge's momentum blooming and narrowly dodging Ye Rou's attack, she started dancing happily.
Xiao Rufeng sat on the chair, picked up the teacup slowly and took a sip, "Mo Xie, look, that's our girl."
Mo Xie took a sip of wine and laughed, "Trash? What a fucking bullshit, our girl is so good!"
Ye Jingjing giggled, happily, and clapped her hands vigorously.
Bei Yueming was sitting in the seat, with crowds of people in all directions. He looked at the girl on the stone platform who was dancing the Mingwang Sword with black eyes, and his hands on his thighs couldn't help but tighten his sleeves.
How is it possible...
He felt as if a five-flavor bottle had been overturned in his heart, and he was very melancholy. On the one hand, he was excited that the woman who once belonged to him was not a waste, but at the same time, he was panicking. Is she trying to get at him or does she really no longer have him in her eyes?
The wind and clouds are rising, the shadows are clear, and the wine is placed in the southeast.
Qing Singer held the Mingwang Sword and confronted Yerou. Yerou stared at her with bloodshot eyes in disbelief, "Don't you mean trash... how can trash have aura!"
It’s still the third level of innate aura.
Not only that, the spiritual energy released between heaven and earth was as sharp as a knife and extremely pure.
"Are you surprised?" Qingge smiled lightly.
"So what if he's not a waste?" Yerou's face was ferocious, and she suddenly laughed slyly, "Whatever you want to say, just leave it to the coffin."
The sound fell and her jade fingers became cold. Ye Rou held up the Qianfang Sword and used her deadly move again, wishing she could tear Qing Ge into pieces.
Qingge stood on the edge of the stone platform. The cold wind in winter was blowing, and the chill was biting. She lowered her eyes with green light, looking at Ye Rou whose face was twisted like a ghost, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Most of the hatred in this world comes out of nowhere. She and Yerou have only known each other for three days, and she didn't even know about this person until she got the list given to her by the Colosseum. But Yerou wanted to kill her and make her angry.
Death without burial.
Did she do anything outrageous?
No.
It's just that that day in the martial arts training ground, she didn't turn out to be a useless person who could be beaten, scolded, and humiliated as they expected. It was just that she and Mo Xie got closer.
She looked at Qianfang Sword, which was coming toward her eyebrows for the first time. The sword flower flashed and filled her eyes, with a deep chill.
If only one of the two could survive, then she hoped it would be her.
Qingge suddenly raised the Mingwang Sword that was leaning on the stone platform, swung it horizontally, and collided with the Qiongfang Sword coming towards her. The sound of the weapons colliding was deafening. Ye Rou felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the Qiongfang Sword was coming.
Then it broke away from the hand and shot into the air.
Panic flashed through Yerou's heart, and she wanted to catch the falling Qiongfang Sword, but bright red blood demon blades burst through the void and rushed out. Qiongfang Sword was actually cut under the blood demon blades.
It became several pieces and fell to the ground sadly.
Ye Rou stared at the remains of Qiongfang Sword on the ground with wide eyes, her eyes were red and scary. That sword was given to her by her father when she was a child. It was a high-quality weapon, but now it was beyond recognition.
Boom!
The sound of weapons falling to the ground——
Qing Ge threw the King Ming Sword out and strode to Ye Rou. She made a fist with her right hand and her fist was shining. She poured extremely pure spiritual energy into her fist. The next moment, she was seen striking Ye Rou's face fiercely.
Beat him hard.
The bridge of her nose was shattered, and Ye Rou's body flew out and fell to the ground.
Qingge stepped forward, and Yerou suddenly panicked. She quickly released all the spiritual energy in her Dantian and formed a protective shield in front of her.
A crisp sound sounded, and the protective cover was easily crushed.
"Don't you want to die? I will help you."
Qingge looked down at Yerou, with the vast blue sun behind her, blocking half of the country. She suddenly stretched out her hands and clasped Yerou's neck, lifted Yerou up, turned around and walked towards the edge of the stone platform. She gently
He glanced at the weapon table not far away. All eighteen kinds of cold weapons were inserted in an orderly manner, with the blades pointing upward and extremely sharp.
Yerou's face turned red, her neck was grabbed and she couldn't breathe. The breath of death spread in her heart. She just felt that all the things she had learned in the past were of no use now. She thought that when she came to this family, she would be better in the clan competition.
, she must be infinitely beautiful to attract the man's attention. Even before going up to the stone platform, she was thinking about how to make Ye Qingge die quickly and painfully, so that she would suffer less punishment.
But in reality, she is a fish and meat, and others are a swordsman.
All the spiritual energy in her Dantian was exhausted. She was also at the third level of innateness. She was even at the peak of her late stage, but she was unable to struggle in the Ye Qing Singers. She was like a dead fish, drifting with the tide.
She looked at Mo Xie with difficulty. Mo Xie was drinking a small drink, his face was full of joy, and there seemed to be only the ruthless and cold girl in the Mo Xie's eyes.
He turned a blind eye to her desperate situation.
"Ye Qingge, the clan competition is just for discussion, and it will end as soon as the point is reached. You must not break the rules." Qin Lan recovered from the shock, seemed to know Qingge's intention, slapped the table and stood up, saying angrily.
Beside, Ye Qingtian's voice was full of energy, "Qin Lan, do you think I don't know all the tricks you did in the lottery? Or do you think it's easy to fool an old man like me who has half his foot in the coffin?"
Qin Lan was stunned and swallowed. Just then she blurted out in panic, forgetting that there was also Ye Qingtian in this huge Ye family.
"Mrs. Qin." Shangguan Lin remained motionless, his face unchanged, "Do you think we will believe that it is a coincidence that Yerou and the third lady are fighting together? It is a coincidence that Yerou showed her murderous intentions towards the third lady? What if you still want to be the Ye family?
Madam, please don't play some shameful tricks."
Shangguan Lin rarely gets angry, and when he gets angry, no one dares to speak out.
Ye Qingtian, Shangguan Lin, or Chen Zhi are all people who have lived for more than half a century. What conspiracy and conspiracy have you not seen?
There are many things that we don’t know, we just turn a blind eye.
Mo Qiong sat upright with her hands folded across her chest. She opened her eyes and looked at Qin Lan. Qin Lan's face was ashen. Mo Qiong sneered and said sarcastically: "Trash, you have the nerve to say that you are from my Qin family."
Qin Lan had a dark face, feeling extremely humiliated but did not dare to speak.
Whether it was Ye Qingtian or Mo Qiong, they were both people she could not afford to offend.