One stone caused thousands of waves, and everyone in the martial arts training ground was in an uproar.
The president of the Mercenary Association and Ye Qingge’s friend?
How is this possible!
Not to mention that the newly appointed president of the Mercenary Association a few years ago has disappeared since he took over the mercenary world. Even the elders of the Mercenary Association do not know who he is. Everyone is guessing how old this president is, or how old he is.
The old man, or the supreme cultivator...
Ye Zhengxiong suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Nonsense, how could the president of the Mercenary Association come to Ye..."
Before the word "home" could be said, Ye Zhengxiong was stunned. He sat in his wheelchair and looked up. In the wind and snow of late winter, a man wearing a cloak came from the depths. The woman beside him was wearing a veil.
Clothes, dripping figure looming, the gauze-clad woman followed the man with a blood-bone umbrella in hand. Behind the man, Hong Ying and a group of mercenaries walked majesticly. They became a circuitous black line on the vast land. On the martial arts field
Everyone had the illusion that the earth was falling apart.
The murderous aura of the mercenaries is the strongest.
The soldiers of the Ye family all showed their swords, and the atmosphere was burning like fire.
Mingyou walked back to the martial arts training ground, looked at Ye Qingtian, coughed a few times, and the abyss under the cloak made a warm and pleasant voice, "Great Elder, don't be nervous, I just came to see my friend."
At this time, Hong Ying took a step forward and said: "The president was planning to leave Beiyue half a month ago. Hearing that Miss Third would participate in this clan competition, he decided to wait until the clan competition was over before leaving."
Although she didn't know why, she didn't need to know why.
Ming You glanced at Ming Qianjue with a half-smile, his eyes almost invisible passing over Beiling Hai. He took a few steps forward and looked at Qing Ge, "I just want to come and see you."
If you have wild imagination.
Qing Ge frowned. She only had a one-time relationship with the president of the Mercenary Association, so she really couldn't figure out why she had to go to Ye's house with so much effort.
What also made her doubtful was the Ten Thousand Sword Flowers that were set off on Phoenix Mountain. The only relationship between her and the Mercenary Association was a special mission and the Lieyun Mercenary Group. Why did the Mercenary Association release Ten Thousand Swords Flowers to save the people?
She is in fire and water.
It seemed that everyone was doing her best, but she felt uneasy in her heart. She always felt that the front blocked by the fog was a bottomless abyss of purgatory.
"Master Ming." Ming Youxu narrowed his eyes and looked at Ming Qianjue.
"you say."
"I won't be able to stay long due to my poor health. You have to take good care of Qing Ge." Ming You said.
"I will naturally take good care of the future wife of the Colosseum." Ming Qianjue smiled wildly.
Mingyou coughed a few times, and the gauze-clad woman next to her looked at her worriedly. Mingyou nodded towards Ye Qingtian and turned to leave.
The moment he turned around, a strong wind seemed to blow, lifting off the man's cloak. Three thousand blue hairs danced with the wind. The man's brows were clean and delicate, his thin lips were tightly pursed and bloodless, and his pale face was without any blemishes.
The thick eyelashes cast a shadow like a cattail leaf, like thick ink that cannot be removed.
When he left, his green hair spread out on the rice paper like a landscape painting, and everyone seemed to have seen an envoy from the god's residence, a man of unparalleled splendor and an unparalleled prince.
Behind the man, countless mercenaries followed expressionlessly, their ferocity strangling in the wind and snow turning into a natural barrier that no one could break.
Ye Xue looked at the backs of Ming You and others disappearing in the wind and snow, her hands clenched tightly under her sleeves, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, as if she wanted to bite it open, the flames of jealousy burned crazily, and anger filled her heart.
She was so angry that her teeth itched with hatred.
Even if that woman was cut into pieces, it wouldn't be a pity to die.
How deep can a woman's hatred be? It's nothing more than this.
In the past two days of the clan competition, Ye Xue has been holding back. Even if Ye Qingge's talents are beginning to shine, even if the identity of the weapon refiner is exposed, in Ye Xue's eyes, Ye Qingge is still the same trash. As long as she can win the clan competition
After defeating Ye Qingge, she is still Ye Xue, the proud daughter of Qin Lan, the proud daughter of the Ye family, and the object of admiration for countless boys and girls in Beiyue Kingdom.
Until today, Ye Xue finally woke up.
The so-called waste in her eyes actually involves so many people.
Not only Ye Xue, but also Bei Yueming felt unhappy. The woman he once abandoned was now so beautiful and dazzling...
"Great Elder, you are so lucky to have a granddaughter like Qingge."
Concubine Yu covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Although the Mercenary Association is a top four-star force, it has never been involved in the affairs of the family empire. Now it actually comes out for Qingge. This shows that Qingge has extraordinary charm."
Ye Qingtian is naturally proud, but underneath this pride there is also a vague worry.
After the interlude, it’s almost time for the clan competition to begin.
The most eye-catching thing was Ming Qianjue. With those four blood wolves around, it was difficult for him to keep a low profile.
Prince Beihuang and Concubine Yu were present at the martial arts training ground. Qin Lan felt that there was something wrong with Ming Qianjue suspended in the air watching the battle, so he suggested letting him come down. Ming Qianjue just smiled and said, it's okay, I am used to being in the sky.
Everyone: "..."
The corner of Qingge's mouth twitched, she gave it full marks for this pretense.
The first battle was between Ye Yu and Ye Wuhen. When the two were competing, Beihuang suddenly approached Qingge and whispered: "Does Qingge know about the floating life realm?"
"Floating Realm?"
"The Floating Life Realm is a force that has risen recently, and its development is so fast that people are stunned." Concubine Yu suddenly turned back and said: "In just three months, the Floating Life Realm has made the powerful people of the Four-Star Continent remember it.
I heard that they were cruel and bloodthirsty, and their weapons of war were their teeth and mouths, which could bite people to death."
Qingge was surprised.
"I heard that the Palace Master of the Floating Life Realm appeared less than half a month ago." Concubine Yu continued: "According to people who have seen it, the Palace Master of the Floating Life Realm has red eyes, black hair, bloodthirsty, and is incredibly powerful."
Beihuang laughed gently, "There is a venerable man named Wang Chengwu who is a spiritual master. He seems to be unimpressed by the power of the floating life realm. He actually made a bet with someone to come and challenge the palace master of the floating life realm, and it is a life and death battle."
Qingge raised her eyebrows.
Once a life and death battle is initiated, the rules of heaven and earth will naturally form, and can only be resolved if one party dies.
"What happens after that? Who wins?"
"Needless to say, you should also know that it was the master of the floating life realm who won." Beihuang said: "Do you know how miserable Wang Chengwu's death was? His eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and there was no blood in his body."
After this battle, the Floating Life Realm became completely famous.
The methods are ruthless and the origins are mysterious. It is like a force that appears out of thin air, but its strength is unfathomable.
The floating realm...
I chanted this name quietly, but a certain string in my heart trembled faintly.
In the distance, a man dressed in white stood on the top of the mountains, with the wind and snow as his foil. He stood on the mountains and looked at the river, with only decisive murderous intent and a touch of coolness in his scarlet eyes.