The sky became brighter and everyone arrived 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 the thirty-two bone-breaking fan. He looked at Bei Yueming and said, "Do you still remember this?"
Ye Wuhen took out something from his sleeve and threw it to Bei Yueming.
Bei Yueming caught this thing and frowned. This was the jade crown he had tied his hair. It was lost a few days ago. Because the jade crown was inlaid with the agate he had always treasured, he specially sent someone to find it.
God has no result, so he no longer cares about it.
At best, it's just a jade crown.
"Why is it with you?" 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. I found this jade crown on the dressing table. After asking, I found out that it was picked up by Qingge on the road, and she didn't know it was
Whose, I took the jade crown back to collect it when I saw the exquisiteness. After talking to Qingge, I took the jade crown away and prepared to return it to the prince today."
After a pause, Ye Wuhen said again: "Oh, by the way, Qingge couldn't bear to leave when I took it away."
Bei Yueming lowered his eyes and looked at the agate jade crown in his hand. There were not many people in the entire Bei Yue Capital, not to mention that he directly inlaid the jade crown and tucked it on his hair.
Who doesn’t know that the owner of this jade crown is him?
Ye Qingge is even more impossible not to know!
There is only one explanation. Ye Qingge knew that the agate jade crown belonged to him. He loved him and placed it in Fengyue Pavilion for treasure. After Ye Wuhen discovered it, he was thin and deliberately said that he didn't know.
Bei Yue Mingxu narrowed his eyes and rubbed his fingertips with his delicate and smooth jade crown, thinking about something.
Tribe comparison.
The weather on the second day was cloudless, and a few clouds floated on the clear blue sky, as if the deep sea was upside down. The plum blossoms everywhere were blooming all over the winter, and the other flowers were overshadowed. In this chilly winter, only the plum blossoms were king.
Ye Qingran had broken legs and was unable to participate in the battle. She left the clan. She fought against Qingge with a man who was twenty years old and had a lineage from the border. She looked pretty and looked like a scholar.
"Qiu Yeben."
The man clasped his fists with his hands. The moment the fists collided with his palms, the murderous aura of the border warrior was revealed, and bloodthirsty emerged in his clear and pure eyes. The storm and clouds continued to fight.
Qingge was stunned for a moment, then clasped his fists, and the three words were loud and loud, "Ye Qingge."
The moment the sound fell, Qingge saw the man standing opposite suddenly running towards her, without swords, guns, swords and halberds, and without dazzling spiritual energy blades. He simply irrigated the spiritual energy in the dantian on his limbs, and took his life.
Fight for life.
Qingge's hand was placed on the space bag placed on his waist, and the Mingwang Knife exposed a handle. Qingge's mind moved slightly, and Mingwang Knife returned to the space bag.
She is best at fighting without weapons.
In modern missions, she brings at most a silent gun and a bundle of thousands of miles of ropes. Many battles are close-fitting attacks. To be serious, close-fitting attacks test more than just flexibility and agility.
Qiu Yeran's thin body brought a strong wind, and there was no mercy in front of Qingge. He was full of spiritual energy in his fist and hit Qingge's face hard. Everyone in the seat below the stone stage seemed to be in their throats.
If this punch hits the rock, the rock will crack, let alone a fragile head.
The sound of the wind broke, Qingge's footsteps moved, and her body quickly opened sideways. Qiu Yeran's fist thrust out Qingge's earlobe. The wind that was rubbing out rose up a few broken hairs in his ears. The strong wind was blowing, and thunder rolled,
Qiu Yeran's fist hit the extreme. The most unlikely thing was that he had not yet retracted his fist and changed direction. His palm stretched out, and he used all his strength like a sword, and slashed towards the back of Qingge's head halfway.
Qingge stood still, her eyes flashing with a charming color.
She curled her lips and smiled, and she did not go backwards to avoid the blow. She supported her hands on the ground, her legs flew horizontally, poured her spiritual energy on her feet, and kicked Qiu Yeran hard on her face, catching her off guard.
Qiu Yeran retreated step by step, Qingge's palm slapped the ground, his body flew, and a pair of silver-patterned soft boots fell steadily on the ground, but Qiu Yeran's face had more footprints, his hair was disordered, even though he was embarrassed
His posture, but his aura was not inferior to anyone.
The two stood on both sides of the stone platform and looked at each other. The silent eyes of heaven and earth seemed to be able to speak. Qingge's pupils suddenly tightened, and his legs moved like a storm. The speed was extremely fast, as if the wind was passing by, and there was only one behind him.
Afterimages.
The moment Qingge ran towards Qiu Yeyan, Qiu Yeyan stared at Qingge, as if he had enough strength, holding his hands tightly, and also running towards Qingge.
When the storm meets, the most handsome posture is hand-to-hand combat.
It is like two landmines, meeting in the air and detonating the entire lonely city.
The two of them fought, fists or palms, and afterimages were dazzled.
Because the two of them were not simply fighting each other, their fists and feet were filled with spiritual energy, so one punch was like being able to pierce the sky, and the palms were slashed horizontally, which seemed to tear the air.
After avoiding Qingge's attack, Qiu Yeran clenched his fist with his right hand and punched Qingge's lower abdomen while he was unprepared. Qingge's eyes moved slightly, his tightly pursed lips slightly opened, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
Dropped on the back of Qiu Yeran's hand.
Qiu Yeran did not show mercy because Qingge was a girl. On the contrary, each punch was as sharp as a sword that could penetrate the flesh and blood.
Qingge's eyes were slightly red, as if the Blood Demon Flower was blooming deep in her pupils, charming and charming.
Qingge grinned and the blood on her face added a bit of charm, but the murderous intent in her eyes made people look like it.
As if he was ruthless, Qingge suddenly grabbed Qiu Yeran's hand, fell over his shoulder, knelt on his back, pulled his arm, and the sound of cracking sounded in the quiet martial arts training field.
Qiu Yeran's arm was broken.
Qiu Yeran was also a man. He didn't snort when he suffered such pain, but he just frowned. If he hadn't been sweating profusely, everyone on the seat would have thought that the pain of the broken arm was just like this.
Qingge licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly moved downward, and a figure fell into the cold plum.
The man was wearing a black robe, thin and tall, with a black cloak casually covering him, and a few strands of black hair were exposed. The woman in the gauze dress next to her held a moon-white umbrella to protect her from the wind and frost.
The man's eyes were dark and deep, ruthless and cold, but in a flash, he was as gentle as water.
In the clouds and mist, hazy.
President of the Mercenary Association...
Qingge frowned, and when he looked carefully, there was no one in the plum trees, and there were not even a footprint in the snow. What he saw just now seemed to be just a ghost's gap, leaving no trace. (To be continued)