Chapter 22: Near the end

Ye Qingxuan seemed to have done a trivial little thing, with an indifferent expression on his face, and smiled: "How? This often brother ... uh, sorry ... your name is similar to the original one, I do n’t remember ... "
I hate it--
Chang Jingfan felt that the whole face was hot.
In the eyes of the opponent's almost killing, Ye Yexuan continued calmly and said, "Do you want to continue? Or just give up?"
Ye Yexuan Xuan took a playful look at Chang Jingfan, who was pretending to be calm, and then glanced at the disciples of Changkong Zhaojian Gate one by one. Everyone avoided his eyes and was afraid to look directly.
Chang Jingfan, who has the deepest martial arts skills here, has lost to the other party, how can the rest win?
全 The audience was silent at this time.
Wu Changjingfan knows his own strength, not to mention that Ye Qingxuan has now entered the "strong yuan realm". Compared with the beginning, the strength has been greatly improved.
"I, we ..." Chang Jingfan felt as uncomfortable as if something was blocked in his throat, and reluctantly said, "We, lose--"
The other Changkong Zhaojian disciple's face changed instantly, but all of them could not speak.
"Win, did you win? ..." Qing Yunguan's disciple asked unbelievably.
"Win, we win-we win-"
Until then, the disciples of Qingyunguan and the onlookers didn't burst into a call, and the whole square was thunderous.
"It's okay," Ye Qingxuan said with a robe that had no trace of dirt on his body, and said easily: "Then I can't send it far away, goodbye-"
"Uncle, you can't just let them go ..."
"Yes, I can't let them go ..."
Wu Qingyun's audience disciples loudly objected. Several of his colleagues were so injured and insulted. How can they let the other party go.
Ye Qingxuan sighed secretly, helplessly, according to his own intentions, how can he easily let the other party just leave? It ’s just that the teacher has such a background. How can one do things for others without considering the consequences? At this time, it is really unwise to erect the sky-high enemy Jianmen. If the beam can be smaller or even nothing, it is the most advantageous for the division.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, regardless of the noise of the disciples, and slowly walked inward.
Chang Jingfan silently looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was gradually disappearing.
"How is this possible? How can we lose?" Chang Jingwang, who was watching all the time, roared frantically, like a pig to be slaughtered, his eyes filled with unbelievable and fearful looks. This arrogant idea came out by myself. At first, it was because of the certainty of winning in my heart. This event promoted the reputation of several elite disciples, and several brothers who have a reputation, whether inside or outside the door, Will gain great benefits. And relying on their wings, they will be like a fish in the sky through the sword gate ... but, all dreams are crushed in reality ... the sky has lost-Changjing, who has always believed that he will not fail Everyone lost-to a young priest in the wilderness view.
The purpose of fighting for the fame of several elite disciples, instead of failing to achieve it, has become the foil of the other person because of his hype. The original person who put forward this opinion has undoubtedly become the object of everyone's hatred.
Bastard, Bastard, Bastard ...
It's all because of you, it's all because of this little priest, that's how things turn out ...
"I want to kill you, I must kill you-"
Chang Jingwang, who lost his mind, fell into a frenzy and rushed out towards Ye Qingxuan.
Chang Jingfan yelled "Bad-", at this time, there is almost no fighting force on his own side, and then twisting the tiger at this time must be tantamount to humiliation. But a little deliberate movement, a sudden pain in the internal organs, and the action could not help but stagnate between the surge of qi and blood. At this time, it was too late to stop Chang Jingwang.
moron--
Looking at Chang Jingwang, who was insane and rushing towards himself, Ye Qingxuan ridiculed in his heart: To deal with this kind of person, he didn't need to do it himself.
"Destination comes-"
Xun Changjing Wang transported his inner strength and impressed him with a fierce palm.
When he was exclaimed all around, Chang Jingwang only felt that the figure in front of him was flashing, and the original smiley face was replaced with a juvenile and extremely cold face.
I was only swept by those cold eyes, and Chang Jing threw a tremor violently, but was frightened by the murderous eyes and returned to normal.
At the same time, a sword tip with endless coldness appeared in front of him, and the sharp murderous irritation spurred Chang Jingwang's throat skin into goose bumps.
It was too late for Chang Jingwang's attack to return. The cold-faced young swordsman was extremely accurate in the timing and direction of his attack. Chang Jingwang wanted to avoid it.
Chang Jingwang clearly felt that after the sharp sword opened his throat, the other party still had time to calmly avoid his full palm, and now he has no way to do it all.
"Don't kill him—"
He whispered softly across the sky like a lover's sigh—
的 The killing in the cold young man's eyes suddenly abruptly, the sword's tip turned slightly, and he passed across the cheek indiscriminately.
The boy closed his sword, turned around, and gently moved away ... The movement was soothing and natural.
Chang Jingwang waved into the air with a palm, stood still on the ground, motionless ... A breeze blew through, Chang Jingwang only felt a slight cold on his cheek, and then a severe pain came, 噗 — —
A blood arrow blew from his cheek ...
It turned out that this sword hurt Chang Jingwang's cheek, and it hurt quite deeply ... The cold-hearted boy's sword was so fierce that he even created such an amazing visual effect on his cheek.
There was another uproar among the people watching around: The original sword master of Qingyunguan was more than one ...
In the past, the Qingyun view, regarded by the people of Qingyang Town as a general channel view, instantly became tall and sacred.
Loyal and honest villagers with heartfelt heartfelt cheers and praises erupted for the victory of Qingyunguan.
Among the crowd, the young people who provided information to Ye Qingxuan showed the most excitement, showing off everywhere. Look, that little priest is terrific, but that is the master of Qingyunguan who came back after listening to our brother's suggestions. Are my brother's friends-
Several men in red who maintained order at this time shot the same bad eyes, but a few young people no longer dreaded each other, gesturing aggressively at each other.
From this, it can be seen that the sky shines at Jianmen. In the hearts of many martial arts people in the field, most of the prestige is lost.
The crowd began to become unsteady, swarming towards the field ...

Qi Qingyun audience, holding on to the injured disciple, walked back with a look of embarrassment. As soon as he reached the gate, he heard a violent drink, and a little priest with a beard rushed out of the view.
"Grand Yunyong is here-which unscrupulous Wang Bazhen dares to come home, when your grandfather Yunyong can't make it?"
Everyone was buzzing their ears with the loud voice of the other. They took a closer look. It was Yun Yong who was on duty today. Everyone took a look at it. Sure enough, Yun Yong flashed a clear eyebrow behind his butt. The little man, of course, is Yun Cong.
"Hello, Uncle Xiao, your brothers are polite—" The young Taoist Yun Cong wore toad glasses on his face, and respectfully saluted everyone.
Wu Yunyong and Yun Cong have been cleaning the equipment used by the brothers to practice martial arts in Houshan ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I did n’t know the excitement before watching, let alone know that the disaster was directed at him.
When Yun Yong heard that someone in the front square came to the door, even after Yunlu and Yun Chong were injured, Yun Yong ’s violent temper was immediately ignited, and he directly pulled out a plum pile for normal practice. The thick thigh and the height of a man were just right in his hand, screamed hummingly, and ran out aggressively all the way.
When I went out, I was meeting with the brothers and sisters, and it was the uncle Ye Qingxuan who started.
"Uncle, where's the you're looking for?"
Ye Yexuanxuan felt a headache, distressed shaving his brow bone.
"It's all done, stupid--"
Xiao Yunfeng and Yun Yong passed by, leaving a sentence coldly, but let Yun Yong be struck by lightning, standing on the spot.
"Asshole, which is so unbeaten?" Yun Yong stomped his chest and regretted it.
Several unwilling disciples winked at Yun Yong and pointed back with their hands.
Xun Yunyong was instantly overjoyed, the original Lord has not gone far.
I took my eyes and swept out, but I just saw Zheng Biao in the distant crowd. In a large circle around the big man in red, several young swordsmen dressed in white before the battle, just like the boy who was running all black, said that it was not an exaggeration to stand tall.
"呔-San Biaozi, your kid has a seed, and dare to come to your door. The last time the beatings didn't seem to make your kid memorize, itchy skin ..."
Carrying a tall wooden stake, he ran towards Zheng Biao, as fierce as a bear.
Xun Yuncong didn't grab the rammed goods, so he pleaded guilty and followed him out.
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