The Stratagem of the Concubine of the Cold King

Chapter 82 A Thousand Swords (2)
"Crazy, crazy, all crazy." Seeing that the two of them were fighting in the arena, they were fighting to the death with all their internal strength, and they were even more sabotage, destroying the arena so badly, they were so angry She didn't bother to care about them anymore, even if she wanted to stop them at this moment, she probably didn't have the strength, so she simply turned her head and walked back to the stands, and the two of them could fight as long as they wanted.

Xi Wanqing went back to the ring and sat down, her face was livid with anger, because the blood in her heart was boiling so badly, she took a cup of cold tea from the table and poured it into her stomach.

Feng Yichen looked sideways at Xi Wanqing, and then his eyes fell on the black robe on the ring. He found that since the head of the Raging Flame Sect appeared in the ring, her emotions seemed to fluctuate easily. With countless entanglements, he felt extremely dull inside.

"Don't worry, they just played tricks, and nothing major will happen." Feng Yichen didn't look at Xi Wanqing again, and watched the movement on the ring with calm eyes, and his tone of voice was as light and shallow as when we first met shallow.

"I'm not worried about their life or death, I'm afraid that if they keep fighting like this, if my Juechen sword can't be sent out, I will have to stay here with them all the time." Xi Wanqing didn't expect Feng Yichen to say something To comfort her, I couldn't find anything to say for a while, so I just spit out this sentence casually.

After hearing such remarks, Feng Yichen couldn't help but twitch even though his expression had been the same for ten years. Even if he was usually fresh and bland, he would still be slightly surprised to meet a different person like Xi Wanqing .

Compared with Feng Yichen who would comfort Xi Wanqing with a few words, Feng Yixiao is sitting in the stands at the moment, but seeing the earth-shattering fight between the two on the ring stage as if it was a good show, he can see it with a smile on his face with gusto.

"Young Master Lanyue, these two people, one is the number one son who is famous all over the world, and the other is the head of the flame sect, the number one organization in the Jianghu. If something happens to one of them, it will be down to you, little Xuanyuan I'm afraid the pavilion can't get away with it." Feng Yixiao stared at the ring with cheerful eyes, and said to Xi Wanqing with a mean mouth.

Xi Wanqing listened to Feng Yixiao's words, and stared at him expressionlessly from the side. She realized that she was also born in the royal family. How comfortable it looks, how does this Feng Yixiao look, why does it look like a pile of extremely stinky dog ​​feces, why is it so annoying.

"His Royal Highness Su, do you want me to tell those two in the ring that you want something to happen to one of them?" Xi Wanqing stared at Feng Yixiao for a long time, blinking her bright eyes a few times, He spit out such a sentence with a smile on his face.

The expression on Feng Yixiao's face froze instantly: "Young Master Lanyue, don't misunderstand what I mean, I don't want that."

"Oh, it turns out that I misunderstood you." Xi Wanqing nodded, with a look of sudden realization on his face, but secretly thinking in his heart, if he told Lie Yan, the black-hearted man, what Feng Yixiao said just now, he would say Maybe that unscrupulous man would be very interested in playing with Feng Yixiao.

Feng Yichen has always been as gentle and gentle as jade, he doesn't talk much, he just picks the key points, and occasionally chats with Xi Wanqing for a few words, Zhan Feng stands behind him and silently waits on him, without Feng Yichen's questioning, he is quiet Standing like a wooden pillar, Mo Yu and Lian Xin were waiting behind Xi Wanqing. Seeing the masters talking, they didn't dare to intervene. The two watched the competition on the ring, only occasionally Whisper a few words.

As the saying goes, if you don't talk speculatively, Xi Wanqing doesn't want to see Feng Yixiao, and doesn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

On the ring, Gong Xingyan and Jun Wuxi fought inseparably. When the two moves collided, bursts of sound erupted in the air, and the bursts of inner strength and profound energy scattered away from the two of them like water waves. It takes almost a hundred rounds to burn the incense, Gong Xingyan's moves are still very calm, and he is still flying and domineering as before in a black robe. I can see a strong air flow flowing around him, and the air flow changes with his moves. The flow lifted him up in a black robe, and the whole person floated in the air. He was so powerful, even if he had the appearance of a god, it was nothing more than that.

Compared with Gong Xingyan's domineering, Jun Wuxi is really in a state of embarrassment. His spotless white clothes have been smashed to pieces by Gong Xingyan's internal force at this moment, and one of his sleeves has also been cut off. Without the suave and suave appearance of the No. [-] young master in the world, he is now wearing clothes in pieces, and his appearance is very funny. The paper fan in his hand is only left with a few bones still supporting the facade. Really poor.

"No more fights, no more fights." After blocking Gong Xingyan's move again, Jun Wuxi flew down from mid-air to the ground, took two deep breaths, and made a gesture of avoiding fighting. He was afraid of fighting again Going on, his clothes would have to be beaten to pieces by that unscrupulous man, and it would be a problem to cover up his embarrassment when he fell down.

After Gong Xingyan saw Jun Wuxi's gesture of refraining from fighting, he withdrew his airflow, his black robe fluttered, his toes touched the ground, and fell gently to the ground.

"Are you admitting defeat?" He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jun Wuxi who was still panting, and said three words lightly.

Jun Wuxi gasped for breath, and suddenly felt much more comfortable in his chest. Holding his broken fan, he cupped his hands at Gong Xingyan, and said very displeasedly: "Can you not admit defeat? Now, let me say, you are a black-hearted man, you are too ruthless, be careful that all the women in the world are afraid of you, and it is difficult to even find a wife."

Jun Wuxi was beaten miserably, Gong Xingyan stood on the ring in a majestic manner, the corner of his mouth unknowingly ticked upwards, and he said loudly to the stands: "Young Master Lanyue, it seems that this is an absolutely perfect man!" Dust Sword is destined to belong to my Lie Yan Sect today."

Lei Jian has been standing near the arena, watching his master compete with Mr. Jun. He looked at Mr. Jun's well-dressed clothes, which were abruptly torn up by his master. He really sympathized with Mr. Jun from the bottom of his heart. How could he? I don't know, the reason why I made Mr. Jun such a mess is because of the Juechen sword, because the Juechen sword was designed by the fifth lady herself, even if it is an ordinary sword, it would be too much for the master. It's also very precious, he can see it clearly, as long as the matter of Fifth Miss is involved, an extremely calm master, he will no longer be calm.

Hey, what a hero is sad about the beauty, Lei Jian stared at his master and sighed secretly, his heart was full of sighs.

Seeing that the two finally stopped, Xi Wanqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, the ring was not completely demolished by these two bastards. Although the pillars, pennants, ground, and the big drum on the ring were They all turned into wood slag, but fortunately the arena is still holding on.

Xi Wanqing got up and left the stands, and walked to the arena with strides. He glanced at the majestic Gong Xingyan, and then at the bewildered Jun Wuxi.

"I'm taking my leave." Jun Wuxi saw Xi Wanqing looking at him, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. There were a few wisps of red glow on his handsome face, and he said something in a panic, tapped the ground with his toes, and cast Qinggong flew three feet away in an instant, that was really an escape.

(End of this chapter)