Chapter 186
Ye Lan watched a few competitions, and seeing that it was not his turn today, he went to the competition site for sword cultivators and weapon cultivators.
As soon as I arrived at Jian Xiu, I saw Leng Qingqiu already standing on the competition stage.
Leng Qingqiu still had the same expression as before, looking at everyone with that cold look.
He put his right hand behind his back, calm and composed.
Judging from his attire and appearance, his opponent is also a disciple from a big sect.
Looking at Leng Qingqiu, he looked at her with disdain.
"Why, you're not even brave enough to draw your sword on stage? Someone from a small sect like you should just go back and play in the mud!"
The man spoke rudely and didn't feel that the person opposite him was a threat at all.
Leng Qingqiu's eyes scanned the audience, and suddenly, when his sight fell on someone, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
He chuckled, "Yeah, you should go back to playing in the mud."
The man was obviously annoyed by Leng Qingqiu's appearance. In his eyes, Leng Qingqiu didn't even look at him, but used his own words to shut himself up.
He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and the sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, as if he was speaking up for his master.
"You little brat, today I will let you see the power of our Wanchang Sect!"
As the man spoke, he pointed his sword at Leng Qingqiu, and the powerful sword energy suddenly shook him away.
This caused the audience to scream.
"Brother Wan, well done, teach this brat a lesson!"
"Senior Brother Wan is so handsome!"
"Come on, Brother Wan!"
Leng Qingqiu turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and didn't care about the commotion in the audience at all.
He stared at the man in the audience, but saw that the heartless guy actually approached another female cultivator and said something.
Leng Qingqiu's cold face changed instantly. He frowned and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.
As a result, he also particularly disliked the guy from Wan Changzong opposite him. He just wanted to end it quickly and kidnap that philandering guy.
He exuded an air of discontent.
The disciple of Wanchang Sect disagreed and launched a series of attacks towards Leng Qingqiu with his sword.
Leng Qingqiu frowned, raised his sword to block, and instantly dispersed the attack, then counterattacked with the sword.
With just one move, Wan Changzong's disciples were defeated.
The people in the audience shut up and no one dared to say anything.
What kind of sect is Wanchang Sect?
It is not one of the best sects in the Xingyao Continent, but it can be considered one of the top ten sects.
And what does the Xiaoyao Sect count for?
The sect that ranks last in every sect competition!
He actually defeated the top ten sect disciples with just one move.
How can this not make people sigh.
They all looked up at the man in white, and all of them sighed that Xiaoyao Sect was really lucky to have accepted such a disciple!
The disciple of Wanchang Sect looked even more angry, his face flushed red, and red sword energy burst out from his body.
"How could a disciple of my Wanchang Sect be defeated by a small, broken sect like yours? Since you didn't cherish the opportunity I gave you, don't blame me!"
As he spoke, he raised the long sword that was emitting red light and made quick hand gestures.
After a while, the long sword began to expand infinitely, and soon, it formed an extremely huge red long sword, pointing at Leng Qingqiu.
"Are you ready for my wrath, boy?"
Leng Qingqiu: ...
Ye Lan, who was still asking in the audience: ...
After hearing such immature words, the two looked at the disciple of Wan Changzong in silence.
Leng Qingqiu swung the sword in his hand and stabbed it directly at the huge red sword.
Leng Qingqiu didn't take this person seriously at all. Although he didn't participate in the sect competition in his previous life, the combat experience he gained in his previous life was not something that these sect disciples in this life could learn.
His fighting style was tricky, and he found the weakness of the Wanchang Sect disciple at a glance.
Ye Lan in the audience glanced at Leng Qingqiu and paid no more attention.
Does he know who Leng Qingqiu is?
How could he lose to such an opponent?
There is no suspense in this game at all!
Without thinking, Ye Lan continued to linger over the woman and continue to inquire about the news.
For example, which is the largest sect in the Xingyao Continent, what are their best skills, etc.
He was completely unaware that Leng Qingqiu's gaze was always on him.
He didn't even know when the game ended.
He only knew that the face of the female cultivator who had just spoken to him was getting redder and redder, and her voice was getting softer and softer.
As someone grabbed his arm, Ye Lan turned around and found Leng Qingqiu standing behind him.
Before Ye Lan could say anything, he was dragged away.
"Hey, hey, hey? Just one sentence!"
Ye Lan didn't know what was going to happen and was still bargaining.
Unexpectedly, Leng Qingqiu carried him on his shoulders like cargo and left the stadium without looking back.
There was an uproar at the competition venue, and Ye Lan's mind went blank.
【no? 】
【what happened? 】
[This, this, this traitor actually! How dare!]
This was still on the competition field. Ye Lan didn't dare to struggle. He was already very conspicuous. If...
Ye Lan's old face turned red, and he didn't know what to do.
Leng Qingqiu carried him all the way back to the inn. As for Han Dun...
The two of them had long forgotten about it.
Leng Qingqiu returned to the inn, kicked open the door, put Ye Lan on the bed, and flicked his finger, and the door, which had not yet been closed, closed instantly.
Leng Qingqiu put the person on the bed, then stood in front of the bed, staring coldly at the person on the bed.
Ye Lan felt as if the bed beneath him was strewn with nails, and he couldn't sit comfortably no matter how he did.
Want to escape...
But there was Leng Qingqiu's deathly gaze above his head.
Ye Lan's throat suddenly felt dry, and his Adam's apple rolled. The atmosphere was awkward. He thought for a long time but did not speak first.
He still didn't understand why Leng Qingqiu suddenly did this.
Leng Qingqiu listened to what was in his heart, and the dangerous look in his eyes became more intense.
“…”
After a long time, Leng Qingqiu finally sighed.
The biting coldness all over his body melted into water with his sigh. Leng Qingqiu's eyes were full of tenderness: "Master, you are really going to kill me."
Ye Lan: “…”
Why doesn't he understand a bit?
Who took whose life?
he?
He clearly didn't do anything, he just talked to others.
Didn't do anything.
The tips of Ye Lan's ears inexplicably began to turn red again. He felt a little guilty, and his heart was beating very fast. He really didn't know why Leng Qingqiu was angry.
【On time, a truly Happy New Year. 】
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