Villain: Exposing the past life, the heroine burst into tears!

A taunt spread around, and the originally suppressed scene was broken by him.

"That's it?" The three of them were furious, and they didn't want to keep this moment anymore, demanding a one-hit kill!

No matter whose disciple you are!

The price must be paid in blood today!
Facing the offensive of the three, Jiang Changqing took a step back, and then punched out!
"I'm coming!" The red-haired man came first, raised his fiery fist, and punched Jiang Changqing, making a violent shock!
"Fire Sun Fire Fist vs Great Savage Fist, domineering vs domineering, both losers..."

"The rookie will lose! This Yan Zheng's fire fist has reached its peak, and no one can stop it!"

"Do you really think that being second outside is a false name?"

Several people who are close friends with Yan Zheng said, and no one disputed it.

"Wow!" A blood arrow flew into the sky, only to see a figure fly out backwards, and fell heavily on the ground, without any movement!
"It's Yan Zheng!"

"No... how is it possible! He actually won Yan Zheng with his fist!?"

They went from being convinced just now to being surprised now.

From the dull before to the serious now.

All of them were thinking in their hearts, where is this sacred?

Could it be that some elder secretly cultivated his disciples?

Or are the disciples from the inner sect coming to the outer sect to find a sense of presence?
Time didn't allow them to think too much, and there was another collision on the stone platform!

"You do have some skills, but defeating that trash Yan Zheng is nothing!" A short-haired man said, "I will send you down with my kick!"

"Come and fight!" Jiang Changqing was still provocative, and gathered his spiritual power and came to his lap!
"Xuanhan feet!"

"Thunder whip!"

The two legs collided, and the thunder and ice spread wildly. They both wanted to devour each other, destroy each other, and refused to let go!

"Hey, he's dead now!"

"This Xuanhan foot is a family heirloom technique, it's not something that can be resisted by any martial arts!"

"It's not necessarily true...you said the same thing just now..."

"Fart! That's just Yan Zheng's underestimation of the enemy, otherwise how could he be kicked out of the stage?"

Several people hummed and said.

But in the next second, a figure fell from the high platform again, and it turned out to be that guy Han Li!

"This...how is this possible!?"

"If you lose your punches, do you lose your feet too?"

"Is he really an outer disciple?"

"No! He is definitely a disciple secretly cultivated by an elder in the inner sect!"

"Go on!" Jiang Changqing patted the dust on his body, time waits for no one, in a while, the master will take a nap.

"You are strong, but that's all!"

The last one holds a sword!
This was the first time Jiang Changqing saw someone from Jianzong holding a sword.

"It's impossible for him to win this time, right?"

The person below said with a smile: "This is a disciple from the inner sect, and one of the few swordsmen in the outer sect!"

"I heard that Senior Brother Lin has also comprehended sword intent, which is not comparable to the previous two. This battle may end soon."

"But he is enough to prove that he is very strong. Even beating two outer disciples, he is still a dark horse in the inner sect!"

They nodded, Jiang Changqing has reached a height that many disciples have never reached.

In this battle, he also became famous in the outer sect!
On the high platform, the two did not speak much, and after saluting each other, they dispatched at the same time!
"boom!"

A muffled sound resounded on the high platform, the sword and fist fight, the golden light shines!

After one move, the two retreated a few steps, re-examining the opponent in front of them.

answer given.

"Strong!"

The young swordsman suppressed the sword in his hand so that it would not vibrate. His face was expressionless, but his heart was full of turmoil.

Fighting weapons with the physical body, how long does it take to polish the body to reach this height?
At least for now, he met this person!
"Come again!" He raised his long sword, and a strange fragrance spread around. This is his sword intent, fragrant sword intent!

Jiang Changqing held his breath and kept waving his hands to form a wind barrier, preventing the fragrance from approaching.

"Didn't you underestimate it?" The swordsman chuckled, and then his figure changed.

One becomes two, two becomes three!

"puff!"

Jiang Changqing's shoulder was cut open, and blood flowed out!

But Senior Brother Lin didn't move at all!
"Puff puff!"

Don't let him think too much, there are more and more wounds on his body, although small, but Jiang Changqing always feels that it is not that simple!
Sure enough, within a few breaths, he felt dizzy!

"Toxic!?" Jiang Changqing blinked.

"Junior brother, admit defeat, since the moment I used my sword intent, you have already lost." Brother Lin sighed: "You are very strong, both in punches and feet, there is no need to get injured here, so as to waste time treat."

Jiang Changqing stood up slowly, and said with a smile: "Brother, you don't think that these abilities are all I have?"

"What do you mean?" Brother Lin frowned, listening to Jiang Changqing's words, he always had a bad premonition.

Could it be that this little guy is hiding something?
Jiang Changqing no longer suppressed his resilience, the bleeding wound on his body suddenly stopped, and then he saw that trace of blood actually retreating!

"What a terrifying recovery power!" Senior Brother Lin secretly thought, he hastily raised the long sword in his hand, and when he was about to finish it off with a single blow, an extremely terrifying force was gathering!

He looked up, only to see Jiang Changqing holding the blood-colored long sword, starting to charge up!
"He wants to compete swords with me?" Brother Lin laughed angrily. He also gathered spiritual power and wanted to finish with Jiang Changqing with a sword!

Zheng!
The two people moved at the same time, and they couldn't see their figures clearly. They could only see two pairs of lines that were approaching to the extreme and joined together!
"Crack! Rub!"

The sword broke and fell to the ground.

"lose..."

"Senior brother Lin also lost...all of them lost..."

"Within ten moves... what kind of monster is he!?"

"Who are you? Who are you?!"

Someone pointed at Jiang Changqing and screamed, "Who the hell are you!?"

"If you don't change your name or change your surname, that's true for Jiang Changqing in Yueheng Mountain!"

"Jiang... Changqing?"

Hearing this name, some people suddenly realized, some were taken aback, and some were confused and didn't know who this person was.

After settling the matter here, Jiang Changqing didn't wait too long, he called the crane and returned to Yueheng Mountain, coming in just in time for Yue Shuangxuan to take a nap.

"Come back so soon? Could it be that we lost?" Yue Shuangxuan asked after tidying up her things.

"Win! And it's one against three!" Jiang Changqing raised his head proudly, wanting Master to praise him.

"Your cultivation at the peak of blood refining is not surprising. What is there to be proud of?"

Yue Shuangxuan rolled his eyes at him, patted the seat next to him, and asked him to sit.

"Since you won, you are an inner disciple. From now on, you have to act for the sect, and you must not be reckless."

"According to your current cultivation base, as long as you practice steadily, you will be able to reach False God or even higher in a few years, when the sky is high, let the birds fly..."

"Wait!" Jiang Changqing interrupted quickly, he looked at Yue Shuangxuan and said, "Master, why are you talking so strangely?"

Yue Shuangxuan didn't smile and said nothing.