Once upon a time, Ling Qingchen was able to talk to her and speak intimately.

Unfortunately, there is a gap now.

"That person riding the crane should be Senior Brother Su, right?"

"No one has ever seen Senior Brother Su take action. It is rumored that anyone who has seen Senior Brother Su take action is dead."

"Hiss... Senior Brother Su is so terrifying?"

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Good guy!

Everyone who has seen him take action is dead? This is too pretentious!

I have never taken action. When will someone be able to evaluate myself like this?

“duang,duang,duang.”

The melodious bell rings at this moment.

A handsome and elegant figure emerged from the void.

There was a cool flying sword under my feet.

The expression on his face was calm and calm.

It has a peerless and masterful demeanor.

This person is no one else, but the head of Qingyun Sect, Ye Xingjian.

"A few sect leaders and disciples who want to participate in the competition have all been arranged?"

Ye Xingjian looked at the middle-aged men around him who were flying with swords like him and asked.

From the perspective of many disciples, this is just a simple sect competition.

But from Ye Xingjian's perspective, this is a reshuffle of the sect's forces.

He had no choice but to ignore it.

"Um."

Several middle-aged men around nodded softly.

"good."

Ye Xingjian nodded gently.

Then, he gathered his spiritual power at his throat and began to tell the rules of the game to everyone on the field.

To sum up, it is traditional kung fu, which should be done by pointing it out.

Don’t be scammered or attack your opponent without being virtuous.

In the martial arts world, harmony is the most important thing, and morality is to be polite, and not to fight in the middle.

During Ye Xingjian's speech, Ling Qingchen also received his number plate.

No. 66.

Six and six are very lucky, which is a good sign.

"If there is no objection, this sect competition will begin now!"

Ye Xingjian breathed a sigh of relief and said.

With so many rules, he was almost done with his words.

Ling Qingchen also followed the guidance of his disciples around and came to a ring around him to wait.

"Xiaochen, come on!

Don't be eliminated in the first duel."

On the ring, Ning Qingxue didn't know how to operate it, but she actually got into the position of referee.

At this time, he was speaking words of encouragement to Ling Qingchen through Qianli's voice transmission.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

This... my master is the referee?

You should be arguing for yourself, right?

"Well, put a few photo balls to record.

I will cut it later, leaving only the scene of the rebels being beaten, and then show it to Xiao Feng."

Ning Qingxue touched her chin and placed an extra photo ball next to the photo ball that recorded the game.

"Senior Brother Ding, the God of Jedi Gun? It's gone, this waste material from Qingchen Peak will be tortured by blood."

"It's okay if the waste material from Qingchen Peak is poor, but his luck is so bad. It's hard to reach the elegance of the great place, and it's hard to reach the elegance of the great place!"

"He is probably going to be tortured by Senior Brother Ding, but he has always been like this."

"Is anyone opening the market? I will win by defeating Senior Brother Ding!"

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Listening to the discussions of the people below, Ling Qingchen couldn't help but show a hint of caution when he looked at the man in front of him.

The shadow of the famous tree.

If the man in front of him had no strength, the people in the audience would definitely not give such a high evaluation.

Even if you are as strong as yourself, no one will give you a high evaluation!

"Jedi Peak Dingdang."

The man in front of him held the gun in his hand and spoke softly.

Although his words were plain, his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Ling Qingchen.

He naturally heard of Ling Qingchen's reputation.

The famous young man in Qingyun Sect is the soft rice king among the people.

The qualifications are all dependent on his beautiful master to take care of.

But no matter how much everyone talks about it, no matter how much they make a fuss.

Every time I mention Ling Qingchen, the sourness in my words and the envy in my eyes are absolutely indispensable.

"Qingchen Peak and Clear Dust."

Ling Qingchen swung the long sword in his hand and said calmly and calmly.

The eyes were filled with calm clouds and indifferentness.

This elegant and graceful look caused the screams of many female disciples in the audience.

"Senior Brother Qingchen is so handsome, he is almost wet!"

"Senior Brother Qingchen is so graceful. Could this be the contemporary sword immortal?"

"I can't get the look of Senior Brother Qingchen? It's only 100 million dollars to look good!"

Ning Qingxue: “…”

Damn the traitors, they are all dead to the point of death, and they are still showing off their handsomeness to attract the attention of girls?

It's really hateful.

If she hadn't been in the position of referee at this time, she would have wanted to go on stage in person and have a good match with Ling Qingchen.

"Ha, have you never heard of my name?

How dare you pretend in front of me?"

Looking at Ling Qingchen, who was standing with his hands behind his back and full of the style of a sword fairy, Ding Dang smiled in anger.

If you don’t admit defeat when you meet such a useless ants, it’s fine if you don’t give up directly when you meet them.

Still getting arrogant?

"I can break it with just a sword."
Chapter completed!