Wang Qinghong came to participate in the Four Continents Dynasty, traveling thousands of miles with so many entourages, brothel girls, and slaves, just to occupy the place in Dongzhou.
But Wang Qinghong did not expect that when all the five major families in Beizhou were here, Ye Qingge would dare to kill his Wang family in public.
Ye Qingge's boldness simply exceeded his imagination.
The incident started with him. If he didn't regain the face of the Wang family, how could he give an explanation to his father?
Qingge looked indifferently at Wang Qinghong and the five great families in Beizhou who were gradually approaching.
"Ye Qingge, you must give the Wang family an explanation for killing the Wang family in public." A young master from the Wang family said in an angry tone.
"Wang family?"
Liu Yaner folded her hands and held the Waning Moon Sword. She tilted her head and raised an evil smile on her lips, "The people we saw here just now were all promiscuous women and dog slaves. Why, according to the wishes of the young master, you
Are all the Wang family people like this?"
"You! How presumptuous! Who gave you the courage to blaspheme my royal family? The Emperor of the East does not know how to teach people, and today the Japanese master wants to teach you how to behave."
The third son of the Wang family was so embarrassed by Liu Yan'er's remarks that he pulled out a sky-painting hidden dragon halberd, which swept countless spiritual powers and wrapped around Liu Yan'er.
Although Third Young Master Wang is not as talented as Wang Qinghong in terms of strength and talent, he is still the prince of everyone in the palace, and in terms of strength and status, he can be regarded as a number one figure among the younger generation.
Third Young Master Wang's current strength is in the realm of stars. He is a peak seven-star spiritual master and a half-step phantom spiritual master. Such strength is enough to make him proud of the world.
The Third Young Master Wang and Wang Qinghong's mother have always followed Wang Qinghong's lead since they were young. He had disliked Ye Qingge and others in the early days. Now that they have met, he naturally wants to help his brother, and even more so Beizhou.
The prince's palace regained its face.
Liu Yan'er was not afraid at all when facing Third Young Master Wang's strong attack.
She lowered her eyes slightly, as if looking at the Waning Moon Sword in her arms.
The thick eyelashes quivered slightly, and there were specks of frost on them.
When Liu Yan'er suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes were as clear as ice. With her as the center, the frost quickly enveloped the whole world like a hurricane passing by.
"Teach you Mr. Liu how to behave? Boy, are you living in a dream?"
Liu Yan'er stepped up, and icicles shot out from the soles of her feet, rising suddenly. She was so fast that lightning and thunder pushed Liu Yan'er high into the sky.
Liu Yan'er's body was as light as a swallow flying high in the sky, and the next moment she was already trembling.
The waning-moon scimitar, which was as scarlet as blood, was magical in Liu Yan'er's hands, and used the power of ice to force Third Young Master Wang back step by step.
Liu Yan'er's attack was extremely fierce, and every sword hit the right spot. Young Master Wang was gradually losing ground, and all his pride was shattered.
Liu Yaner stepped on Third Young Master Wang's face and kicked Third Young Master Wang unceremoniously to the ground.
During the trembling process, the cold temperature in the air made Third Young Master Wang tremble. Third Young Master Wang fell to the ground on all fours, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his cheeks turned purple from the cold.
Liu Yan'er laughed out loud and landed smoothly on the ground, "Young master of the Wang family, are you all so useless? Tsk, it's really disappointing. With this strength, who gave you the courage to participate in the imperial competition?
Aren't you afraid that Grandpa Liu will beat the shit out of you?"
"You..." Third Young Master Wang glared at Liu Yan'er, filled with anger. He could not get up or down with anger. He was so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Wang Qinghong frowned, glanced at the Third Young Master Wang, and then looked at Ye Qingge, his eyes becoming more sinister, "Ye Qingge, the competition has not even started yet, and you are going to start a war between the East and North Continents? You?
Dong Di, what a good thing."
Qingge slowly raised her hand towards Wang Qinghong. As he raised his hand, light gathered in the palm of his hand, and the black light surged like a whirlpool like a demon.
But in an instant, a Mingwang sword shot out of the air.
The light singer held the Ming Wang Sword and pointed it in the air at Wang Qinghong, "Wang, with ten courages given to you, do you dare to fight with me, a person from the Star Realm?"
Wang Qinghong stared, and in full view of everyone, Ye Qingge openly shouted and provoked him.
Which is tolerable and intolerable?
However, as Ye Qingge said, he didn't dare.
Although Ye Qingge is only a practitioner in the Star Realm, her explosive strength makes Wang Qinghong, a practitioner in the Illusion Realm, wary.
"Ye Qingge, you are going too far. Do you think I have no one in Beizhou?" Among the five aristocratic families in Beizhou, a young lady from the Fang Mansion had a dark birthmark on her face, and her eyes were narrow and evil, she shouted coldly.
With a sound, he drew his sword and jumped forward, ready to fight and sang softly.
"Ye Qingge, fight with me!" Miss Fang shouted.
"Who are you? You are not qualified to let me, Emperor Dong, take action."
A cool and pleasant voice sounded, and a strong wind suddenly broke out. Ye Qingcheng was dressed in snow-white clothes, holding Fu Xiqin in her arms.
Her footsteps followed the gusts of wind. She held the harp in her left hand and played the strings in her right hand. The sound of the harp erupted volcanically, water bursting from the embankment and arrows leaving the strings suddenly burst out. Their momentum was like thunder and a rushing river.
turbulent.
A series of scarlet sound blades descended from the sky and covered the ground, hitting Miss Fang's body. The knife in Miss Fang's hand fell to the ground, her legs retreated, and her body was covered with blood holes.
Ye Qingcheng secretly sneered, "Are all the people from Beizhou such useless people? If so, it doesn't matter if I don't come to Dongzhou for a battle this morning."
Qingge glanced sideways at Ye Qingcheng, feeling deeply relieved.
A few years ago, Ye Qingcheng was still the same anxious and paranoid girl.
Now he is able to stand alone, and in terms of momentum, he is on par with Mr. Liu.
Ye Qingcheng is like a piece of frozen ice that has been frozen for thousands of years. She seals her body and heart with the warmth of ice.
Only when you see the soft singing, all the ice will disappear and turn into the warmth of spring and flowers blooming in return with a smile.
The young lady of the Fang family was surrounded by a pool of blood. Her body was convulsing in the pool of blood. She opened her mouth to speak, but when she opened her mouth, thick blood spurted out, and she could not utter a single word.
This young lady from the Fang family was also a seven-star spiritual master. She was usually flamboyant and unruly, seeking defeat alone. Unexpectedly, she was disabled within half a move.
Now that things have come to this, the five major families in Beizhou must save their face.
A burly young man from the Rong family, one of the five great aristocratic families, walked out, a pair of iron hammers shaking in his hands like shooting stars.
"You, Dongzhou, have gone too far to bully others, how dare you be so arrogant!"
The young master of the Rong family walked away with a hammer.
In the Dongzhou team, Di Yungui was about to draw his sword, but Long Shitian hit Di Yungui on the elbow with his palm, forcing the sword back out of its sheath.
Di Yungui looked sideways at Long Shitian, who raised his brows and smiled like a handsome young man, "Brother Yun, this kind of trash can't even dirty your sword."
Long Shitian drew his sword and fought against the young master of the Rong family, laughing: "These people from Beizhou are really more useless than the last."
Long Shitian's body was flying in the air, his feet were stepping on the long wind, and the sword in his hand continued to be sharp, forcing the young master of the Rong family back dozens of steps.