Chapter 27: Swear to kill Chen Xinglie!

No meat in front of you! ? ?
Li Qinglian was full of grief and anger.
Do not curse short!
The big devil is absolutely hateful and inhumane!
Li Qinglian bit the biscuits in her hand severely, turning grief into appetite, but choked.
Cough...
The little maid coughed up tears, feeling wronged in her heart:
Sister misunderstood me!
Even the biscuits bully me!
The food in the Imperial Kitchen is delicious!
Li Qinglian was suddenly homesick, missing her father and mother.
The queen mother loves her most, saying that "Princess Taiping" has a very good meaning, representing peace in the world and peace and security.
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A short half-day is enough for a stimulating news to spread all over the streets.
On both sides of the street, the onlookers were gradually crowded.
The casinos in Qingyun City have already opened.
The odds of betting on Chen Xinglie are very high, but apart from the heroes and heroes, no one is willing to bet on Chen Xinglie.
on the street.
Chen Xinglie took steady steps, slowly rotating the Void Condensation Sword Art, a faint sword intent radiated from him.
The onlookers on both sides of the street couldn't help but bow their heads, not daring to look at Chen Xinglie.
How can ordinary people resist this kind of sword-intent oppression?
However, the sound of whispers filled the whole street.
People whispered and whispered, all speculating about what kind of death Chen Xinglie would face.
Chen Xinglie turned a deaf ear.
He ran the tactics all the way, just to warm up before the fierce battle.
Heaven-level exercises are rare in the world.
Even if Chen Xinglie only walked slowly, his steps were heavy. Every step you take will leave a faint footprint on the ground. Although his figure is slightly thin, the calmness and unrestrainedness revealed on his body make everyone look at him.
Li Qinglian followed silently with complex eyes, worried that the senior sister would fall into the hands of the big demon, but also full of expectations for the next battle.
Shi Feiyu walks the most free and easy, carrying wine, holding the hilt of the long sword at his waist, walking all the way, drinking all the way, the footsteps become more stable, the eyes brighter and brighter.
Chen Xinglie could see that this girl seemed to be determined to die.
Boom!
Thunder exploded.
The heavy rain, which had been brewing for a long time, poured down.
Li Qinglian quickly took out the umbrella, followed Chen Xinglie and held the umbrella, and handed the other umbrella to Shi Feiyu.
Xiangdong Street is very long.
From west to east, there are five or six miles.
The rain fell sharply and the streets were full of rain.
If you walk too fast and your clothes and shoes get wet by rain, it will definitely affect your strength in the next battle.
Chen Xinglie slowed down, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the direction of Donggang, and muttered: "Waiting itself is a kind of suffering, so what about waiting for death?"
Time passed by every minute.
One quarter at noon, two quarters at noon, three quarters at noon...

Guang Zhengping is in charge of the entire Xiangdong Street, his identity is aloof, and he is very prestigious among the disciples of the Qingyang Sect Inner Sect.
This morning, Guang Zhengping gave an order to not only find more than half of the inner disciples in Xiangdong Street, but also many inner disciples from other streets heard the news.
However, when everyone learned that Chen Xinglie had killed Cang Xuan with a single sword, a large group of people immediately wanted to leave. It wasn't until Lan Zetian said that he had borrowed a secret treasure from the master, and he was able to stabilize the army.
Thousands of outer disciples gathered in the martial arts field.
In the hall, there are hundreds of inner disciples of Qingyang Sect.
The two brothers Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie had already rushed back from the restaurant and were sitting in the hall now.
At this moment, everyone should discuss what should be said, almost finished, only waiting for Chen Xinglie to come!
It's midday, long past.
The more people waited, the harder they were, and the more they waited, the more anxious they became.
Today, everyone gathered in the mansion just to punish Chen Xinglie.
But why isn't Chen Xinglie here yet?
Is it coming or not?
Lan Zetian sat in the top position, staring at the timing hourglass in front of him, feeling a little flustered, but his expression was abnormally cold, silent.
Guang Zhengping sat beside Lan Zetian and looked at the people in the hall.
The military's mind is unstable and the people's mind is unstable.
This is no way!
Guang Zhengping frowned, feeling that he had to stabilize the heart first, so he slapped the table fiercely and stood up.
"Everyone! I expected that Chen Xinglie would not survive today!"
Guang Zhengping loudly boosted his morale and said, "I have sent someone to inquire about the news. It won't be long before we can know where Chen Xinglie is."
After a word, the whole house echoed.
"Must not survive! Even if Chen Xinglie had an adventure in the month he left Qingyun City, and his strength increased greatly, how could he beat so many of us?"
"Yes! We have hundreds of inner disciples, as well as the true disciple, Brother Lan, who is sitting here. Once Chen Xinglie comes, he will definitely die!"
"I'm afraid that Chen Xinglie may not really dare to come."
"It doesn't matter if he doesn't come, if he doesn't come, we will go find him!"
"Yes! I can't let him live today anyway! Brother Lan's secret treasure was borrowed and will be returned to him soon. If it is not used today, wouldn't it be bad for the secret treasure that Brother Lan borrowed so hard? ?"
This group of inner disciples clamored for a large number of people.
Hundreds of Inner Sect disciples gathered together, and if they worked together, even facing a master at the peak of the Burning Stage, they would have the power to fight.
What's more, there was also a Lan Zetian holding a secret treasure in the hall, who had already cultivated to the Burning Body Realm and borrowed the secret treasure.
The disciples of the inner sect are like a rainbow.
Only Guang Zhengping, his eyes flustered, no trace of confidence in his heart.
As for Lan Zetian...
Lan Zetian has misery.
It wasn't until he came here with Guang Zhengping that Lan Zetian understood that Cang Xuan was not killed after a battle with Chen Xinglie, but was killed by a single sword without the power to fight back!
This kind of strength is not below the true disciple.
Guang Zhengping of the draft mother!
How dare to cheat me!
Lan Zetian was full of anger in his heart, and wanted to kill Guang Zhengping to vent his anger, but was worried that he would scare away the group of cannon fodder inner disciples in the hall, so he had to bear with him temporarily.
"Brothers!"
An outer disciple appeared at the entrance of the hall and shouted: "Chen Xinglie is coming! Now he is only one mile away from Donggang!"
coming!
Guang Zhengping's eyes trembled, his heart felt guilty, but he yelled sternly, "Bring the wine!"
A jar of spirits was carried into the hall.
Guang Zhengping took out a dagger, cut his finger, dripped a few drops of blood in the wine tank, held the dagger, and said, "I wait for blood to be an alliance, and swear to kill Chen Xinglie!"
Everyone cut their fingers and drank the blood wine.
The wine is strong and courageous.
Guang Zhengping drank three big bowls, his body chilled out of fear, and gradually returned to normal. He only felt that there was a fire burning in his chest. With alcohol and courage, he shouted: "Everyone, we must cut the grass and roots today. Chen Xinglie, kill Shi Feiyu again. If the two of them don't die together, I feel uneasy!"