Chapter 28: Enmity needs pleasure!

The east port of Qingyun City is the most prosperous area in the city.
Since ancient times, in this martial arts world, the architectural style has been magnificent. There are tall buildings built in the port, with huge stones as the base and huge trees as beams, ranging from five or six stories to a dozen stories high, magnificent and magnificent.
The streets are also very wide.
The crowd was crowded, looking forward to it.
On the surrounding tall buildings, there are many guests watching the excitement. Among them are not only the elder Huai Lingbo of the Qingyang Sect who still has the charm of milfs, but also the true disciple of Tushan Sect Chu Jingyue, as well as the King Kong Sect and Xuan Guizong. People, spies from the Great King Dynasty...
It will be past noon.
People stood in the heavy rain and waited dry for more than half an hour. They were already a little tired, but at this moment, they suddenly became enthusiastic.
because……
Chen Xinglie, here comes!
In the rain curtain, Chen Xinglie walked slowly.
The crowd gradually became quiet, except for the sound of rain and thunder from the sky.
A bolt of lightning struck from the clouds and hung between the sky and the earth, illuminating Chen Xinglie's handsome face.
There was a commotion in the crowd.
"Chen Xinglie is really handsome and personable!"
"As expected of being the number one beautiful man in Qingyun City!"
"If I could marry him, this life would be satisfied. Even if he was ruthlessly abandoned by him, I would never regret it..."
The women shouted and screamed.
This reminded Chen Xinglie that the first item in the talent bar in the system panel was a shocking "handsome" character!
The comment behind the handsome character is also very straightforward: If the appearance is justice, you are the truth? !
Chen Xinglie frowned slightly.
That's all, that's all.
It's hard to abandon the natural beauty!
These women are all innocent. I don't blame them, but I am so handsome.
This pot, I'm back!
Chen Xinglie shook his head and ignored the people around him. He stared at the closed gate of the mansion in front of him with cold eyes.
Li Qinglian was wearing a veil on her face and slowly stood aside holding an umbrella.
Shi Feiyu held the wine jar and drank to his mouth. It is a pity that her little cherry mouth is not big enough to catch all the wine, and she spilled a lot on the front of her clothes.
Chen Xinglie's eyes narrowed slightly.
What is drunk in your mouth is wine, and what is spilled on your clothes is also wine.
The Yue Changfeng who pursued and killed himself was certainly an enemy.
Are these in the Qingyang Sect, are not enemies?
Enmity needs pleasure!
Chen Xinglie drew the big sword.
The blazing sword light soared into the sky, reaching hundreds of feet long, with a radiant light.
Jian Qi tore open the rain curtain and cut off towards the mansion gate.
Boom!
The door shattered.
Before Chen Xinglie's line of sight, there was no obstruction, and he saw Lan Zetian and Guang Zhengping walking in the courtyard hall.
With weapons in their hands, this group of people were originally aggressive, and felt that the killing of Chen Xinglie was easy, but now they can't help but stop.
The outer disciples in the direction of the martial arts field were all dumbfounded.
This sword is really too powerful!
A hundred feet of sword light, seems to have the power of destroying mountains and rivers, unstoppable, unmatched!
This……
Is this still the sloppy egg?
The Qingyang Sect disciples knew exactly what Chen Xinglie was like before.
Because of Chen Xinglie's outstanding appearance, Chen Xinglie was well-known among the disciples of Qingyang Sect.
Of course, whenever Chen Xinglie is mentioned, everyone's words are filled with disdain and ridicule.
Many people feel that if there is no teacher Feiyu to protect, Chen Xinglie, a weak and incompetent generation, would have been slaughtered and thrown into the wilderness.
Such a rat can actually occupy the position of an inner disciple in the weak-eating Qingyang Sect, and live steadily to this day. This is a shame to the Qingyang Sect of the Demon Sect!
But now...
The Qingyang sect disciples' inherent impression of Chen Xinglie was shaken suddenly and collapsed instantly under the shock of the sword just now!
Even Shi Feiyu was shocked, his eyes widened, staring at Chen Xinglie, who was holding a large sword.
Handsome, still the same handsome!
But his temperament is completely different.
Especially, Chen Xinglie had just slashed a sword, and the sudden burst of sharpness and sharpness made Shi Feiyu feel extremely strange.
She observed carefully, but could no longer find a trace of fear and fear on Chen Xinglie...
What Shi Feiyu can see is the heroic spirit of "Thousands of people will go on their way" and "seeing thousands of people like weeds".
"Senior Brother Xinglie, it's really different!"
Shi Feiyu sighed with emotion, and his expression became complicated.
Li Qinglian stood quietly, muttering in her heart:
"This is the handwriting of waiting for a sword to break!"
"Waiting around, looking down on the pride of a thousand people!"
"It's really worthy of being a great demon of the level of land immortals, reborn from the house!"
The more Li Qinglian talked, the more desperate her eyes became. Because the stronger the big demon, the less hope of her escape from the clutches.
For the rest of my life, I am afraid that I will be accountable in the hands of the demon.
Obviously occupying the fate of the imperial princess, but only the luck of the maidservant!
Li Qinglian's mood sank to the bottom, she wanted to cry without tears.
The mansion gate collapsed, and there was no obstacle to sight.
Chen Xinglie secretly swallowed a qi pill, replenishing martial arts qi and blood in advance, his eyes were cold, and he saw the enemies who were recorded in the notebook at a glance.
Feng Hui, Gu Shen, Lan Zetian, Zhai Fei'ang...
At this moment.
Chen Xinglie suddenly felt a little discomfort in some parts of his body. Vaguely, there was a pain that seemed to be absent...
The positions where the induction appeared were all the parts that had been severely beaten when they were bullied.
because……
The injury is too serious, the shame is too deep...
Muscle memory appeared!
"This predecessor of this seat deserves to be a strange character who remembers hatred on a small notebook. His ability to bear hatred is rare in the world!"
"Even if the soul of the predecessor is dead, this body of this seat still remembers the shame it suffered!"
Chen Xinglie looked at the people in the courtyard without sorrow or joy.
Everyone looks different.
Many people have already retired.
Those who had nothing to do with Chen Xinglie were regretting, regretting that they shouldn't have come to help Guang Zhengping, shouldn't have come to this muddy water.
The deeper the hatred against Chen Xinglie, the more flustered.
Those inner disciples are okay, relying on some of their own strength, they are not yet afraid.
However, the Li Si who had snatched Chen Xinglie's ten taels of silver was just an outer disciple, and his strength was low. As early as the moment Chen Xinglie broke the door with a sword, Li Si was so frightened that his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.
Although there were many people in the courtyard, and the momentum was like a rainbow, Chen Xinglie was shocked by Chen Xinglie's breakthrough, so he dared not speak first.
There was silence all around.
Chen Xinglie held the sword at the station, his eyes were silent, and he gently supported the hilt of the big sword, lest the big sword was too sharp and pierced directly into the depths of the earth.
"Ding!"
"The number of enemies the host faces exceeds one thousand. A hidden mission is triggered: one enemy one thousand."
"Task reward: Unknown talent +1."
"My host, please come on!"