Going back through the book to the time of the morbid devil boy

Chapter 228
Even Ye Qingwu couldn't help curling her red lips when she heard this.

On weekdays, I really don't see that the owner of Qingrong Palace has such a strong and violent temper!

Perhaps it was because of his high position that he restrained his temper.

Once Su Xiaomeng's irritable bottom line is offended, she will ignore it, feeling like breaking a can.

The sound of 'clang' was especially loud in this silent environment.

Su Xiaomeng, who was dressed in dark red, was holding a sharp sword in his hand, pointing at the people at the Nangong Gate, and said calmly: "If you kneel today, I will bypass your life. If you don't want to, then you will become my old lady." The souls of the dead under the sword!"

Faced with such oppression, the disciples of the Nangong Gate felt terrified and uneasy. Although they were arrogant, the current situation...

If you don't kneel down, it will be difficult to settle this matter!

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone's eyes shifted from the arena to Su Xiaomeng and the people from Nangongmen.

Everyone has different looks and thoughts.

"My lady counts to three! If you don't kneel after three times, even if Nangong Shen comes, you will die!" Su Xiaomeng said coldly.

The disciples of Nangongmen looked at each other in dismay when they heard the words, their bodies trembling.

What reason do they have to doubt what a powerful person in power has said?
"One!" Su Xiaomeng's cold voice came.

Immediately afterwards, with a 'bang', a disciple of Nangongmen knelt down and lowered his head, preventing everyone from seeing his expression clearly, because this was a naked humiliation.

With a precedent, the other disciples of Nangongmen no longer hesitated and knelt down one after another.

There were sixteen disciples from Nangongmen who came to watch the battle this time, one died and fifteen remained.

Su Xiaomeng looked at each other coldly, and sneered sarcastically, "Forget you are smart, otherwise you would have died at this moment!"

Many people saw this scene, and at the same time, they felt much more comfortable.

On weekdays, this Nangongmen disciple is arrogant and domineering.

Today, it would be great if someone could cure them.

Just when everyone's eyes were on Su Xiaomeng and the Nangongmen disciples, a small white object suddenly appeared in Ye Qingwu's palm.

She stared at Nangong Susu, who was still fighting wildly in the arena, and Jian Jia, who was exhausted and sitting on the edge of the arena.

Jian Jia's lips were dry and cracked, blood was already overflowing, she was half awake and half dizzy, and it was difficult to even move her fingers.

Bleeding ceaselessly.

If this continues, I'm afraid life is in danger!

Now everyone's eyes are not on the ring, which just gave her a chance.

Ye Qingwu twisted the white object in the palm of her hand, fixed her gaze, and snapped it out.

The speed was so fast that even the shadow of the white object could not be seen clearly.

The small white object pierced through the rules of heaven and earth without hindrance, and then hit Nangong Susu's abdomen!

"Ah-"

Above the arena, in an instant, there were shrill, shrill, sharp and unpleasant screams!

Nangong Susu's thorn fell from her hand feebly, her hands hugged her abdomen suddenly, and she fell to the ground in pain, rolling continuously.

"It hurts...help me...father...brother...brother..."

Nangong Susu hugged her abdomen tightly, her whole body arched in pain, tears streaming down her face.

Everyone's eyes were recalled by Nangong Susu's tragic scream.

Someone asked with a puzzled face: "What's wrong with her? What kind of moth are you trying to fix?"

"She covered her stomach, did she hurt there?"

"What kind of trouble is this?" A disciple of the Shaoyang Sect said unhappily, "I have endured it for long enough, can I stop watching it?"

After all, this disciple of the Shaoyang Sect seemed to be angry and left, and when he left, he was still muttering and complaining as he walked.

Seeing that he was gone, everyone was very bored with what happened on the ring.

Originally, everyone was very interested in watching it, but unexpectedly, this lady from the direct line of the Nangong Gate acted like a sorceress in the world, which turned off people's appetite.

"I'm leaving too."

"No fun!"

"Hey, don't ask me to watch such a ring in the future."

Originally, there were more than 100 people gathered here, but now there are only a small half left.

The people from Qingrong Palace naturally did not leave, after all, they live here.

The courtyard at the foot of each mountain peak will be equipped with a ring, which is convenient for competition at any time.

When people from other forces heard that someone was going to fight in the ring, they all came over to watch the excitement. Now that they didn't see the excitement, they thought they were autistic.

In the ancient world, competitions in the arena were prevalent, so both fallen demons and immortals attached great importance to the arena.

Every time, I do my best.

However, today this...

What an eye-opener for them!
The disciples of Nangongmen approached the arena one after another, shouting loudly: "Junior Sister Nangong, if you are not feeling well, you can go with that bitch of Qingrong Palace first..."

The disciples of Nangongmen hadn't finished speaking, they felt a chill behind their backs, and immediately swallowed their saliva.

They were cautious, and said again: "Junior Sister Nangong, hurry up and terminate the life-and-death contract with the junior sister of Qingrong Palace, and we will send you back for treatment."

It's one thing to send her for treatment. In fact, it's more because they don't want to look at her in embarrassment here.

Although they also suspected that the woman from Qingrong Palace in the ring had drugged her, causing Junior Sister Nangong to become like this...

However, the woman was dying, so it is not convincing to say that she took medicine.

Just now, she said that she took the medicine just to silence other people's mouths.

At this moment, Nangong Susu on the stage had already heard what they said.

She endured the pain in her abdomen and shouted heartbreakingly: "I, Nangong Susu, am willing to cancel the contract of life and death in the arena with Jian Jia!"

After she finished speaking, she looked palely at the woman next to the pillar on the edge of the ring not far away.

I thought to myself, hurry up and say it!

The more anxious Nangong Susu was, the calmer Jian Jia appeared.

A mocking smile appeared on Jian Jia's dirty face.

Not only Nangong Su was anxious, but the female disciples of Qingrong Palace were even more anxious.

"Senior Sister Jianjia, hurry up and tell me."

"Yes, Senior Sister."

"..."

Jian Jia glanced at them feebly, her chapped lips moved slowly: "I, Jian Jia, would like to cancel the contract of life and death in the arena with Nangong Susu!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a flash in the sky.

There was a loud 'crack', and everyone saw a silvery-white light flashing across the center of the ring.

The rules of heaven and earth have been broken!

Disciples from Qingrong Palace and Nangong Gate rushed forward.

The female disciple of Qingrong Palace helped Jian Jia up, then turned her head and glared at the people at Nangong Gate with hatred.

"We Qingrong Palace has recorded this account!"

"I'll see you on the test if you have the ability to break through!"

After they spoke harshly, they hurried back to the room with the seriously injured Jian Jia, ready to help her heal.

Ye Qingwu saw that a large group of female disciples from Qingrong Palace escorted Jian Jia back, and then raised her eyes to look at some Nangongmen disciples and Nangong Susu who didn't know what to do...

(End of this chapter)