Master, the way she looks at me is not right

The genius who established the foundation in January.

With the ice soul swordsmanship in one hand, I don't know how many young people have been frozen.

How many young people were killed on the spot.

He is a truly ruthless character who kills without batting an eyelid! "

"You're already Senior Sister Lan?

So strong? "

Looking at that not far away, Yu Jian was flying.

His body seemed to have special effects of ice and snow on his body, and his face was cold and full of cold air.

The temperature around the body is much lower than that of the surrounding women.

Standing in the team, Ling Qingchen couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

[30.Chapter 30 Jedi Gunslinger? I can break it with a single sword! (Please ask for a silver ticket!)]

Once upon a time, Ling Qingchen was also someone who could talk to her about everything, and speak intimately.

Unfortunately, now, there is already a gap.

"The one riding the crane should be Senior Brother Su, right?"

"No one has seen Senior Brother Su make a move. It is rumored that those who have seen Senior Brother Su have died."

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

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Good guy!

Everyone who saw him shot is dead?This is too pretentious!

I have never made a move, when will someone evaluate myself like this?

"Duang, duang, duang."

The melodious bell rang at this moment.

A handsome and elegant figure emerged from the void.

There is a cool flying sword under his feet.

The expression on his face was calm and indifferent.

Quite a peerless demeanor.

This person is none other than the head of Qingyun Sect, Ye Xingjian.

"Several heads, have all the disciples who are going to participate in the competition arranged?"

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

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

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

He couldn't help not paying attention.

"Ah."

Several middle-aged men around nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Ye Xingjian nodded slightly.

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

To sum it up roughly, it is traditional kung fu, which should end with the point.

Don't talk about martial arts, come to cheat, come to attack your opponent.

In martial arts, peace is the most important thing, and martial ethics should be emphasized, and fighting should not be fought.

While Ye Xingjian was speaking, Ling Qingchen also received his number plate.

66 number.

Liuliu Dashun is a good sign.

"If there is no objection, the Zongmen Grand Competition will start now!"

Ye Xingjian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said.

With so many rules, his mouth is almost dry.

Ling Qingchen also followed the guidance of the surrounding disciples, and came to a surrounding ring to wait.

"Xiaochen, come on!

Don't be eliminated in the first duel. "

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

At this time, he was speaking words of encouragement to Ling Qingchen through the sound transmission of thousands of miles.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

This... my master is the referee?

It should be biased for yourself, right?

"Well, put a few photo balls to record it.

Cut it out later, leaving only the scene of the traitor being beaten, and then show it to Xiaomei. "

Ning Qingxue touched her chin, and placed an extra photo ball next to the photo ball used to record the game.

"Brother Ding, the Jedi Spear God? It's gone, it's gone, this waste material from Qingchen Peak is about to be tortured by blood."

"This waste material from Qingchen Peak, it doesn't matter if its strength is poor, and its luck is so bad, it's hard to get into the hall of elegance, it's hard to get into the hall of elegance!"

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

"Is there anyone who opened the market? I'm begging Senior Brother Ding to win!"

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Listening to the discussion of the people in the audience, Ling Qingchen couldn't help showing a trace of caution when he looked at the man in front of him.

The shadow of the tree of names.

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 he is as strong as himself, no one will give him a high evaluation!

"Jedi Peak Ding Dang."

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

Although his words were plain, he looked at Ling Qingchen with disdain.

Of course, he had heard of Ling Qingchen's reputation.

Qing Yunzong's famous little boy, the soft rice king in everyone's mouth.

The useless qualifications are all taken care of by his beautiful teacher.

It's just that everyone talks about it, and makes troubles.

Every time Ling Qingchen was mentioned, the sourness in his words and the envy in his eyes were absolutely indispensable.

"Qingchen Peak Qingchen."

Ling Qingchen flicked the long sword in his hand, and spoke calmly.

In his eyes, it was full of indifference and indifference.

This elegant and unrestrained appearance could not help but arouse the screams of many female disciples in the audience.

"Brother Qingchen is so handsome, he almost makes me wet!"

"Senior brother Qingchen is so personable, is this the contemporary sword fairy?"

"Am I the only one who can't get Senior Brother Qingchen's face? It's just a little bit better!"

Ning Qingxue: "..."

The damn traitor, who is about to die, is still playing handsome to attract girls' attention?

Really hateful.

If it weren't for her being a referee at this time, she would have wanted to go on stage in person and have a good match with Ling Qingchen.

"Heh, 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, full of the demeanor of a sword fairy, Ding Dang laughed back angrily.

Such waste materials and ants, if they encounter themselves, if they don't directly admit defeat, it's fine.

Did you push your nose up and face up?

"A mere Jedi gunslinger, I can break it with a single sword."

Ling Qingchen smiled crookedly, and said softly.

[31.Chapter 31 Cutting the Throat with One Blade, Flying Sword with Hundred Steps! (Seek a silver ticket!)]

"Its momentum is like an abyss, its sword is like a rainbow, its throat can be cut off with one blade, and it can fly with a hundred steps."

Ling Qingchen said softly.

Accompanied by Ling Qingchen's words.

A dazzling cold light flashed past.

The long sword in Ling Qingchen's hand instantly turned into a rocket.

With a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, it rushed straight towards Ding Dang's throat.

"Brother Qingchen's move is so handsome!"

"Hundred Step Flying Sword? The name of this move is also very domineering."

"Let me just say, such a handsome brother Qingchen, how could he be a waste!"

Ling Qingchen: "..."

false!

When they called me useless just now, I didn't see you to refute it for me.

Seeing Ling Qingchen throwing the sword in his hand without saying a word, Ding Dang couldn't help but his pupils shrank slightly, and he was taken aback.

What kind of crooked way is this?

As a swordsman, he actually lost the sword in his hand?

"Jedi gun."

Facing Ling Qingchen's blow, Ding Dang didn't dare to be careless.

The spear in his hand began to dance rapidly.

Ding Dang pierced out the dense gun light.

A screen of guns was formed, with the potential to block Ling Qingchen's flying sword.

At the same time, Ling Qingchen also took out a brand new high-grade fairy long sword from the storage ring.

"Changhong pierces the sun."

Taking advantage of Ding Dang's full defense of Feijian's gap.

Ling Qingchen danced the long sword in his hand, and a rainbow light like burning clouds in the sky was brought out by the long sword.

"Shh."