School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

Zhang Weijian's move of slashing the sky and drawing the sword is not only majestic, but also astonishingly powerful.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the sword mark on the ground that was half a meter deep.

Chen Xiaoyi stared at the direction where the smoke dispersed. She couldn't believe that Qin Changshou was gone like this.

At this moment, an inexplicable feeling of loss immediately hit my heart.

Chen Meiyi and Chen Jiayi looked stunned and couldn't help but close their eyes.

Five seconds later, a large crater appeared where Qin Changshou had been standing. No one could be found at all, but no blood was visible around him.

Zhang Weijian clenched the sword in his hand, his expression extremely solemn.

Judging from the feeling just now, his sword really hit.

Moreover, if it misses the target, the sword energy will continue to impact backwards, with enough power to kill all the people watching behind.

Looking at the situation just now, it was obvious that his sword energy was blocked by brute force. The two forces collided, causing a large pit with a radius of half a meter to be formed on the ground.

"But what about people?"

"Could it be that after being hit by my sword, not even the dregs are left?"

Zhang Weijian felt uneasy and began to mutter.

At this time, Sword Master Wuming also frowned. Although all the meridians in his arms had been severed, it did not affect his consciousness and eyesight.

But even the Sword Master Wuming didn't smell the slightest hint of Qin Changshou.

As for the ordinary people who are watching, not to mention, they can't understand the fight between gods and can only comment on it.

"wrong!"

Sword God Zhang Weijian and Sword Master Wuming looked at the rockery not far away at the same time.

At this time, Qin Changshou's figure quietly appeared.

However, at this time, Qin Changshou was still holding a young man in his hand.

This young man was Zhang Jiahui. After he was caught by Qin Changshou, he took off all his clothes as required, his eyes full of panic.

"Why are you sticking your butt out?"

Qin Changshou reluctantly picked up the clothes and put them on, but when he saw Zhang Jiahui holding the stone with both hands and making such strange movements, he was extremely speechless.

By coincidence, other people also looked over, and each of their eyes looked weirder than the last.

Zhang Jiahui was stunned, then immediately twitched his buttocks and said, "Didn't you ask me to take off my clothes?"

"Go away, I'm not interested in you!"

Qin Changshou shouted loudly, finally he was fully dressed and could fight normally.

When Zhang Jiahui saw Qin Changshou leaving quickly, he felt an inexplicable grievance in his heart. He actually held on to the rocks on the rockery and burst into tears.

"this!"

"What on earth were the two of them doing just now?"

"Wait a minute, you can't do much in such a short time!"

"Brother, we have to believe our eyes. Young people nowadays play in fancy things. Didn't you see that they took off their clothes just now?"

"Oh my, what a pity that such a handsome guy is actually curvy!"

"Hey, it seems like that handsome guy is still a heartless man. He plays with others but doesn't want to make things complicated!"

"Yes, yes, that one named Zha Zhahui is crying so sadly!"

After a few seconds, the discussion became louder and louder, and the topic became more outrageous.

Qin Changshou stood up straight in Zhang Jiahui's suit, feeling a little depressed.

Obviously I have already put on my clothes. Although they don't fit me well, why do I feel that everyone is looking at me more strangely?

Could it be that they prefer the way I look in underpants?

Qin Changshou muttered a few times and glanced around, finally landing on the sword god Zhang Weijian.