The sky was getting brighter and everyone was arriving one after another. When Bei Yueming came, he had not yet entered the martial arts training ground, but a man walked out from the side. Bei Yueming looked at the man who suddenly appeared and frowned.
, "Ye Wuhen?"
Ye Wuhen shook his thirty-two-section bone-breaking fan. He glanced at Bei Yueming and said, "Does the young prince still remember this?"
Ye Wuhen took something out of his sleeve and threw it to Bei Yueming.
Bei Yueming caught this thing and frowned. This was the jade crown that tied his hair. He lost it a few days ago. Because this jade crown was inlaid with agate that he had always treasured, he sent someone to look for it and found a few.
Since there was no result, he no longer cared about it.
At best, it's just a jade crown.
"Why are you there?" Bei Yueming's eyes were indifferent.
Ye Wuhen shrugged and put away his fan, "I went to Qingge's place to drink tea last night and found this jade crown on the dressing table. After asking, I found out that Qingge picked it up on the road and she didn't know it.
Whoever owns it, take it back and keep it if you see how exquisite it is. After talking to Qing Ge, I took the jade crown away and planned to return it to the prince today."
After a pause, Ye Wuhen said again: "Oh, by the way, Qing Ge was reluctant to part with me when I took him away."
Bei Yueming lowered his eyes and looked at the agate jade crown in his hand. Not many people in Beiyue Capital owned the bluestone agate on this jade crown, not to mention that he directly had someone inlay and refine it into the jade crown and tied it in his hair to show off in the market.
Who doesn't know that he is the owner of this jade crown?
It’s even more impossible for Ye Qingge not to know!
There is only one explanation. Ye Qingge knew that the agate jade crown was his, and she still loved him, so she kept it in Fengyue Pavilion for collection. After being discovered by Ye Wuhen, she was so shameless that she deliberately said she didn't know.
Bei Yue Mingxu squinted her eyes, stroking the delicate and smooth jade crown with her fingertips, thinking deeply.
clan ratio.
The weather on the second day was cloudless, with a few clouds floating in the clear blue sky, like the deep sea turned upside down. Plum blossoms everywhere were in full bloom all winter, and other flowers were eclipsed. In this harsh and cold winter, only plum blossoms were king.
Ye Qingran had broken both legs and was unable to participate in the battle, so she withdrew from this clan competition. The man who faced off against Qingge was a man in his twenties, from the border lineage. He had a handsome face and looked like a scholar.
"Qiu Yebeard."
The man clasped his hands in fists, and at the moment when his fists and palms collided, the chilling aura of the border warriors was revealed, and bloodthirsty emerged from his clear and pure eyes. The storm continued and the fight continued.
Qingge was stunned for only a moment, then he clasped his fists and said three words loudly, "Ye Qingge."
The moment the voice fell, Qingge saw the man standing opposite suddenly running towards her. There was no sword, gun, sword or halberd, no dazzling spiritual energy blade. He simply poured the spiritual energy in his Dantian into his limbs to kill him.
Fight for your life.
Qingge put her hand on the space bag attached to her waist, and the Mingwang sword revealed its handle. Qingge's mind moved slightly, and the Mingwang sword returned to the space bag.
She is best at fighting without weapons.
When performing missions in modern times, she would carry at most a silent gun and a bundle of thousands of miles of rope. Many battles involve close attacks. Seriously speaking, close attacks test more than just flexibility and agility.
Qiu Yebeard's thin body brought up gusts of wind. When he came to Qingge, he showed no mercy. His fist was full of spiritual energy and he hit Qingge's face hard. The hearts of everyone in the seats under the stone platform seemed to be in their throats.
If this punch were to hit a rock, the rock would break, not to mention the fragile head.
The sound of breaking wind started, Qing Ge's steps shifted, and his body quickly turned sideways. Qiu Yehan's fist hit Qing Ge's earlobe, and the wind blew up and picked up a few strands of hair beside his ears. The wind was strong and the thunder was rolling.
Qiu Yebeard's fist hit it to the extreme. The most improbable thing was that before he could retract his fist, he actually changed the direction. He stretched out his palm and used all his strength like a sword to strike at the back of Qingge's head halfway.
Qing Ge stood still, his eyes flashing with a coquettish color.
She curled her lips into a smile, fell backwards to avoid the blow, put her hands on the ground, flew up her legs, poured spiritual energy into her feet, and kicked Qiu Yebeard hard in the face, catching him off guard.
Qiu Yebeard retreated step by step. The singer slapped his palms on the ground and spun around. A pair of silver-patterned soft boots landed firmly on the ground. However, Qiu Yebeard's face showed traces of footprints and his hair was messy. Although he looked embarrassed,
Although her appearance is beautiful, her aura is not inferior to anyone's.
The two of them stood on both sides of the stone platform and looked at each other. Their silent gazes seemed to be able to speak. Qingge's pupils suddenly tightened, and her legs moved as if there was a violent storm. The speed was unusually fast, as if a strong wind was passing by, and there was only one person behind them.
Afterimages.
The moment Qingge ran towards Qiu Yehan, Qiu Yehan stared at Qingge, as if he had gathered enough strength, clenched his hands and ran towards Qingge at the same time.
In all circumstances, the most handsome gesture is hand-to-hand combat.
It's like two landmines meeting in the air and detonating, which will destroy the entire isolated city.
The two people exchanged moves, whether with fists or palms, leaving a series of afterimages that dazzled everyone.
Because the two were not simply fighting, their fists and feet were filled with spiritual energy. Therefore, a punch seemed to pierce the sky, and a horizontal palm strike seemed to tear the air apart.
After Qiu Yeshan dodged Qingge's attack, he made a fist with his right hand and punched Qingge's lower abdomen while Qingge was not prepared. Qingge's eyes moved slightly, his tightly pressed lips opened slightly, and a large amount of blood spurted out.
Drops fell on the back of Qiu Yebeard's hand.
Qiu Yebeard did not show mercy because Qing Ge was a girl. On the contrary, every punch struck was as sharp as a sword that could penetrate flesh and blood.
Qingge's eyes were reddish, as if there were blood demon flowers blooming in the depths of her pupils, alluring and charming.
Qing Ge grinned slightly, and the color on his face added a bit of charm, but the killing intent and ferocity in his eyes made people turn away.
As if out of anger, Qing Ge suddenly grabbed Qiu Yebeard's hand, threw it over his shoulder, knelt on his back, pulled his arm, and a clicking sound rang out in the silent martial arts field.
Qiu Yebeard's arm was broken.
Qiu Yebeard was also a man. He suffered such pain but did not groan. He just frowned. If he hadn't been sweating profusely, everyone at the table would have thought that the pain of a broken arm was nothing more than this.
Qingge licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes suddenly moved downwards, passing over the people under the stone platform, and landed on a figure among the cold plums.
The man was wearing a black robe, with a thin and tall figure. The dark cloak was covered casually, and a few strands of black hair were exposed. The woman in gauze next to him held a moon-white umbrella to shield him from the wind and frost.
The man's eyes were dark and deep, ruthless and cold, yet gentle as water in an instant.
In the clouds and fog, hazy.
President of the Mercenary Association...
Qing Ge frowned, and when he looked carefully, there was no one in the plum forest. There was not even a footprint in the snow. What he saw just now seemed to be just the passing of a ghost, leaving no trace.