Ji Yue threw the maid in her hand to the ground, and then said calmly: "Young Princess, is this your person?"
The young princess frowned, "Young Master Ji, what do you mean?"
"It's very clear."
Qingge took over the conversation, walked to the maid, grabbed her hand, and spread it out for everyone to see, "This thick cocoon will only form naturally if you use too many sleeve arrows."
The young princess glared at the maid fiercely. Since she ignored the details, she would not admit it even if she beat her to death. "It's just calluses. The maids around me are not weak people. They can all dance with swords and guns, and there are a few layers of calluses on their hands, which is normal."
"Yeah?"
Qingge curled the corners of his lips and firmly held the maid's hand. The maid struggled desperately. Qingge glanced over and the maid's body was stiff and he felt fear.
Qingge rolled up the maid's sleeve, pointed to a gap, and said, "Is the inner layer of the girl's clothes floating cloud satin in the West Sea or one of the few purples? It can be seen that the girl is the big celebrity in front of the young princess."
"Ye Qingge, what do you want to say?" The young princess glared.
Qingge smiled, still holding the maid's hand with one hand, and raised the other hand. The sleeve arrow buried in the platinum wall seemed to be sucked back by a powerful and inexplicable force, quickly passed through the hall and was held steadily by Qingge in his hand.
Qingge picked up the arrow's tail and said, "Here is a piece of purple cloth hanging here, which is the rare West Sea cloud satin."
There was indeed purple material hanging at the tail of the arrow, but it was not obvious enough.
"All talk nonsense."
The young princess' tone was a little panicked, "You don't think you can get rid of the suspicion in this way, right? Who knows if the floating cloud satin was deliberately framed and blamed."
Even though he said that, everyone with discerning eyes understands it. From the beginning, it is a scene where the young princess directed and acted as a thief who shouted to catch the thief.
Qingge got up, threw the sleeve arrow casually, and inserted it into the floor. The man in the green robe behind Jin Chanzi looked at the destroyed floor, and felt ache, calculating how much money it would take to repair it.
Qingge wrapped his hands around his chest and sneered, "Your Highness the Princess can't refine a weapon, so he wants to drag me into the water to cover up his eyes and not to be embarrassed. It's such a good plan; I've given you what you want, and if the princess is still stubborn, I don't mind confirming the assassination." At the end of the statement, murderous aura flashed by, and the people in the whole hall were silent.
"Ye Qingge!" When talking about the failure of refining weapons, the young princess was so beautiful that she lost her face and her voice became a little sharper, "Don't bully people too much."
"It's just the fact, why bother to be angry at the young princess?" Qingge sneered.
The young princess was so angry that she was itchy. The eyes of everyone around her made her understand that the incident of sleeve arrows had completely broken up with Ye Qingge.
The failure to achieve the expected effect, even made me feel more and more embarrassed, and even suffered a body injury. The young princess's eyes were slightly congested.
The seeds of hatred have already taken root and sprouted in the heart, becoming a thriving tree, with sharp branches piercing her flesh and blood.
Seeing that the young princess' face was distorted, the maid walked around at least the princess, pinched the corner of her clothes, leaned against her ear, and said, "Princess, Ye Qingge can refine weapons, why don't you crush her in refining weapons, so that she will never return?"
"Ye Qingge, you are also a weapon refiner. You might as well compete with me at noon tomorrow. The person who lost will cut off his arm." Hearing the maid's words, the hideousness in the young princess's eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by pride that could not be waving away.
In terms of refining weapons, she is the proud daughter of heaven.
Qingge wanted to leave, but when he heard this sentence, he stopped and looked back. He looked around and saw a pair of cold eyes, cold lights rising, as if interlaced with swords and swords. The bloody river made people feel creepy and dared not look at it.
There are some unwritten rules on the four-star continent. If someone challenges them in public, they cannot refuse. Of course, if you think your strength is not enough to fight, you can refuse.
If the young princess just challenged to refine weapons, Qingge would definitely refuse. It’s not that she didn’t have the confidence to beat the young princess, but she didn’t want to disturb others when she was with Ji Yue, and she didn’t care about that little reputation.
But, the young princess added a bet, one arm.
Eyes and hands are organs equivalent to life for weapon refiners. If the hands are gone, the career of weapon refining will end here.
In other words, the young princess thought she could win, so she suppressed this bet. She wanted to sing lightly, life and death were worse than life and death.
The light singing eyes shone with a faint light, and there was a dead silence in the hall, only the strange atmosphere was slowly flowing.
After a long time, Qingge chuckled and said, "Since the young princess wants to play, I will accompany you to the end. But what is the point of breaking an arm? Just add another one. The loser, please dig out your eyes."
There was a sound of air-conditioning around.
The young princess is cruel, and Ye Qingge is even more cruel.
Seeing that Qingge looked at her without any panic, the young princess couldn't help but think, was Ye Qingge really not afraid of death? Or was she capable?
However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Things were already a foregone conclusion. There was no reason for her to regret. Besides, in other aspects, she might not be able to defeat Ye Qingge, and refining weapons was her specialty.
Without giving the young princess a chance to speak, Qingge turned around, faced Jin Chanzi, and bowed her hands, "Master Jin Chan, can you host the competition tomorrow at noon?"
Jin Chanzi raised her gray eyebrows, looked like a profiteer, and said, "Of course you can host it, but this is the price-"
"The price is easy to say." Qingge glanced at the young princess, "Your Highness, the West Sea is a rich place, and there is no shortage of that little money, right?"
The young princess glanced at Qingge coldly and raised her jaw slightly, "That's natural."
She is 80% sure to win the future of refining weapons, so she believes that victory is her own. In this competition, if Jin Chanzi, who is of honor, can be hosted by the four-star Jin Chanzi, even if she cannot become Jin Chanzi's favorite disciple, she will join the weapon refining union in the future, and with this matter and strength, she will still have a place. If the future is long, she will always be able to enter Jin Chanzi's disciple.
Furthermore, Qingge is a celebrity in the four-star continent. She is strongly fistful, decisive and cruel. If she can beat Ye Qingge, her name will definitely resound throughout the four-star market overnight.
I have to say that the young princess has a good plan, but she forgot that this is a bet without a way out.
If she wins, her young princess can indeed be famous all over the world, but if she loses, the price of an arm and a pair of eyes can completely destroy her brilliant life.
However, she was blinded by victory and did not see the thorns under glory.
Even the young princess looked at Ji Yue intentionally or unintentionally. The reason why she wanted to ruin Ye Qingge was to know whether Ji Yue would want it if Ye Qingge became a useless person. She subconsciously believed that men were greedy and selfish. There was such a perfect man around Ye Qingge, so she wanted to pick out the thorns.
Unfortunately, the young princess didn't know that when she was in the demon realm, Qingge had already become a useless person, and Ji Yue still refused to leave her.
"I wonder how much is the hosting price of Master Jin Chan?" asked the young princess.
She is the initiator of the competition, so she will naturally pay the money for the master to host.
"Not too much, I'm always conservative, and I'm all a little girl. I'm very kind and can't speak loudly, but I'll just be five million spiritual pills." Jin Chanzi stroked his beard in a pretentious manner and said with a smile.