"Hahaha, that's right. The drug-making sect is going to be lost this time. Yang Qing is taking his life to embarrass the drug-making sect."

At this time, a junior of the third-level physical heaven of the palace master stood on the stage, took out a black cloth, covered his eyes, and said to everyone: "In Xiayang Wuhua, I am the young master with the worst qualifications of the palace master. My palace master has always been kind first, and I don't want Yang Qing to lose too badly. The drug manufacturing sect is not good-looking in appearance, so today, I also cover my eyes and fight Yang Qing."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience burst into laughter.

The meaning of the Palace Master is that Yang Qing is a useless man. Even if he sends the Palace Master’s most useless disciple to cover his eyes, Yang Qing is not comparable. This is a slap in the face of the drug manufacturing sect.

Time is almost here, but Yang Qing has not arrived yet. Just when everyone felt that Yang Qing was so scared that she dared to come, Yang Qing walked onto the ring alone from the crowd.

He was wearing a white robe and white silk covering his eyes. There was no cowardice in his every move.

Seeing Yang Qing coming, Yang Wuhua felt that it was time for him to be proud, so he said to Yang Qing: "Yang Qing, even if I cover my eyes, I will be two levels higher than you. On this arena, life and death are based on fate, but no wonder others. If you are afraid, kneel down and kowtow to admit defeat now, hand over your maid, and I will save your life."

Unexpectedly, Yang Qing bent his lips and said with a sarcasm: "A waste like you dare to cover your eyes, but even if you kneel down, I will not let you go, because I have said that you want the palace master to flow into a river."

As soon as this statement was made, the palace master sneered and scolded Yang Qing for being dead, and dared to speak wildly.

"It's really new. Both of them are wasteful. Ye Yizhong actually insulted Yang Wuhua like this. I really don't know where he got his confidence."

"Did you hear that he wants the palace master to flow into a river? Could it be that he wants to use his own blood to flow into a river in the palace master?"

"I only accept Yang Qing as a brag, although he is almost dead."

Yang Qing has become a laughing stock for everyone at this moment and is ridiculed by everyone.

Yang Wuhua was also angry when he heard this. It would be fine if he was bullied by the genius in the clan on his usual occasions, but today he was insulted by a person who was even more useless than him. It was really unbearable.

"Yang Qing, since you are determined to die."

However, the sound came to an abrupt end.

Bang!

Amid everyone's laughter, Yang Qing had already arrived at Yang Wuhua's side and punched Yang Wuhua. The latter flew out of the ring like straw and hung on a tree not far away, and died so much that he could not die again.

"No, you were wrong, you were looking for death." Yang Qing looked calm and punched someone, standing there like nothing wrong.

At this time, everyone's expressions froze. They felt like their faces were slapped by someone, their mouths were wide open, and an egg could be stuffed in.

As for the expression of the palace master, it was even more exciting, even the flesh on his face seemed to be shaking.

They originally wanted to humiliate the poison sect, but now, Yang Wuhua, who was hanging on the tree, was like Yang Qing spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm on the face of the palace master.

"Is it a surprise? Don't worry, this is just the beginning. I said, today we are going to challenge the younger generation of the Palace Master. I also said that the Palace Master will be blood flowing into a river." At this moment, Yang Qing's body exuded a cold murderous intent. Although everyone could not see his eyes, he felt a chill on his spine.
Chapter completed!