Master, there’s something wrong with the way she looks at me.

Once upon a time, Ling Qingchen was also able to talk to her about everything and talk to her heart.

It's a pity that now, there is already a gap.

"The one who rode the crane should be

Senior Brother Su, right?" "No one has ever seen Senior Brother Su make a move, and it is rumored that everyone who has seen Senior Brother Su make a move is dead. "

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

?" Ling Qingchen: "...... "

Good guy!

Everyone who has seen him shoot is dead? This is too pretentious!

I haven't made a move either, when will someone be able to evaluate themselves like this?"

"

The melodious bell rings at this moment.

A handsome and elegant figure emerged from the void.

There's a cool flying sword under his feet.

The expression on his face was calm and indifferent.

There is quite a peerless demeanor.

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

"A few masters, the disciples who are going to participate in the competition, have they all been arranged?"

Ye Xingjian looked at the few middle-aged men around him, who were flying with the same sword as himself, and asked.

From the perspective 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 can't afford not to pay attention to it.

"Hmm. Several

middle-aged men around nodded lightly.

"Good.

Ye Xingjian nodded lightly.

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

To summarize it roughly, it is traditional kung fu, and it is necessary to end with the point.

Don't talk about martial arts, come to deceive, come to attack your opponents.

Martial arts should value harmony, emphasize martial virtues, and don't engage in nest fighting.

During Ye Xingjian's speech, Ling Qingchen also received his own number plate.

No. 66.

Sixty or six Shun is a good sign.

"If there is no objection, this sect competition will start now!" Ye

Xingjian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said.

There are so many rules, and 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 actually mixed up with the position of the referee.

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

Ling Qingchen:

"......" this ...... My own master is a referee

, I think I'll pull myself off, right?"

Wait and cut it, leaving only the scene of the rebels being beaten, and then show it to Xiao Ji.

Ning Qingxue touched her chin and put an extra photo ball next to the photo ball that recorded the game.

"Senior Brother Jedi Spear God Ding, it's gone, this waste wood from Qingchen Peak is going to be abused with blood.

"This waste material of Qingchen Peak, even if the strength is poor, the luck is so bad, it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance!"

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

"Has anyone opened the market?" I bet on Senior Brother Ding to win!" Ling

Qingchen: "......"

Listening to the discussion of the people in the audience, Ling Qingchen couldn't help but show a trace of caution in the eyes of the man in front of him.

The shadow of the name tree of man.

The man in front of him, if he didn't have any strength, the people in the audience would definitely not give such a high evaluation.

Even if it's as strong as himself, no one will give him a high evaluation!"

The

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

Although his words were flat, his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Ling Qingchen.

Ling Qingchen's reputation, he had naturally heard of it.

The famous little white face of Qingyun Sect, the king of soft rice in the mouth of everyone.

The qualifications are waste, and it all depends on his beautiful teacher, who is taking care of it.

It's just that everyone is talking about it, and it's troublesome.

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

"Clear the dust peak clean the dust.

Ling Qingchen shook the long sword in his hand and said calmly and indifferently.

In his eyes, he was full of light and indifferent.

This elegant and chic appearance couldn't help but cause the screams of many female disciples in the audience.

"Senior Brother Qingchen is so handsome, he is about to look me wet!" "Senior Brother Qingchen is so personable, could it be that this is a contemporary sword immortal

?" "Can't I get Senior Brother Qingchen's face?" It's just a little bit good-looking!"

Ning Qingxue: "......

damn rebels, they are all dying, and they are still playing handsome to attract the attention of girls?

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

"Heh, haven't you heard my name?

In front of me, you still dare to pretend?"

Looking at Ling Qingchen, who was standing with his hands in his hands and full of sword fairy demeanor, Ding Dang laughed angrily.

This kind of waste wood ants, when they meet themselves, don't admit defeat directly, forget it.

Do you still kick your nose in the face?"

"It's just a Jedi spear god, I can break it with a sword."

Ling Qingchen smiled crookedly and said softly.