Thousands of elegance

Chapter 291

quiet!There is only silence in the huge arena!
The scene fell into silence for a while, without a single sound, and it seemed that even the air was filled with oppression, which made people feel suffocated. The corpses of the various sects that fell on the ring reminded everyone that this is a Bloody and cruel people, in his eyes, life is like ants, and the evil and cold eyes look like being bitten by a poisonous snake, which makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Although angry at his methods, but in front of life, everything is more important than being alive. They don't have the courage to say that life and death are not the same, so they just looked at Lu Yiyang with angry eyes, but they didn't people on stage.

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, but Yun Qing and Yun Qianche looked on coldly. These people came for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and they had no interest in the position that everyone wanted, and it was obvious that they were not the only two who had no interest in this position. At least Luo Qingli, Feng Xiangru, Jun Yuehao and the others acted as if they had nothing to do with them. It didn't matter who was the leader, their goal was just the rumored treasure.

Meng Fushen clenched his hands tightly, his eyes were full of anger, this man's attack was fierce and he didn't take human life seriously, although there would inevitably be casualties in the arena, but he did it on purpose, so cruel How could he stand idly by!However, he couldn't say anything about it. At this moment, a crisp sound of the cup lid touching the rim, although small but clear, was transmitted to his ears in an instant, and his gaze involuntarily turned to the source of the sound.

Yun Qing raised her eyes slightly to see everyone's expressions, then lowered her head, picked up the cup gracefully, pinched the lid lightly, and swiped the tea soup in circles, only the soft sound of touching porcelain was heard in the silence, which was crisp and sweet , like a burst of heavenly sounds breaking the lengthy heaviness.

The oppressive breath of death brought by Lu Yiyang broke instantly, and everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, their eyes following the source of the sound of nature involuntarily.I saw a woman in white on the high platform wearing a sari on her head, the fluttering white gauze covered her face, her green hands were holding a white porcelain teacup, the two complement each other, making her skin as flawless as creamy white jade, with a slender figure, as elegant as a plum, Every move is elegant and natural, exuding a touch of Tsinghua.With an elegant manner, he brought the cup to his lips through the white gauze and took a sip, as if he could smell the elegant tea fragrance for a while.

Lu Yiyang raised his eyes and saw such a scene. He narrowed his eyes and instantly became colder. The corners of his mouth pulled out a sinister arc. His eyes stared at Yun Qing like a snake, as if he was looking at his prey. generally.

Yun Qianche's gaze froze, and he returned to his normal state instantly. The white jade mask covered his unparalleled face, but it couldn't cover his elegant, fairy-like, and elegant temperament like a lotus. His unobtrusive face added to his mystery With a sigh of relief, he turned his head and gave Yun Qing a doting smile, "If Yun'er likes it, I'll send some more later." The deep voice was full of magnetism and floated gently.

Under the veil, Yun Qing couldn't help rolling his eyes in an indecent manner, this person is really... Then he smiled lightly and said, "Palace Master Yun is polite, no matter how good this tea is, it depends on the mood of drinking tea." With few acquaintances, Yun Qing didn't want to expose her identity and cause trouble, so she called herself a little girl.

As soon as Yun Qing finished speaking, a few salvos of eyes shot at him with deep inquiry.

Jun Yuehao raised his head suddenly, the voice was so familiar, as if it had been engraved in his heart, the voice that had been appearing in his dreams for three years now rang in his ears, making his indifferent heart agitated, his cold eyes anxious I was anxiously looking for the owner of that voice. The woman was wearing a sari, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but the indifferent aura was so familiar, as if it had melted into the soul's indelible memory. She clenched her fists tightly, Staring at it for a moment, my heart is surging, is it her?
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