Imperial God Emperor: 0271, most worthy of heart

"Marquis Ye, since you dare to kill my husband's father-in-law and my uncle's family, why don't you dare show up? Are you afraid that my weak woman will not succeed?"

Pima Daixiao's woman asked geologically.

Still no response.

Xianting's main seat.

Dark waves flow.

Someone coughed.

"Ye Qingyu, Jiang Hu is Jiang Hu. Since you have been invited to join such a martial arts union, it is also a part of our martial arts Jiang Hu. There is no prince and noble status here. By destiny, no matter what the reason, always end the grudges and complaints, and also ask Marquis Ye to show up.

Ding Li, in No. 2 Xianting, spoke loudly and authentically.

His skill is profound, sound/noise spreads out like a bell and drum, and the whole Genius Garden can be heard clearly.

All eyes are focused on the Shuiguang Yindai in the center of Mingyue Lake.

"Come against me from the beginning, you really can't wait."

Ye Qingyu's sound/noise finally sounded.

Everyone looked at the sound.

But I do n’t know what. In the empty tenth pavilion, there was a person sitting there. Bai Yi (white-clothed) is like jade, black hair is like a waterfall, the wind is beautiful, and the sun is shining. Dui Sujie, like a snowman, reflects the light, sits quietly there, black hair flutters in the wind, and each hair flows light, with a sacred and inviolable temperament.

Ye Qingyu!

Ye Qingyu finally appeared.

【You Yan 一叶】, sixteen or seventeen years old, loves white robes and is a rare beautiful man.

This is the description of Ye Qingyu in Jiang Hu.

So when I saw the figure in the tenth Xianting, the hearts of countless Jiang Hu Sect disciples suddenly jumped.

The story of [You Yan 一叶] is familiar to everyone here, but I heard that I heard this boy who was called a murderer, and many people carried it more or less. In awe, the wind blew, all the talk disappeared.

"Ye Qingyu, here comes the battle, even if Liu Ying is splashing on the Moon Lake, he will have to be fair."

On the platform.

The young filial piety woman Liu Ying roared sharply.

This scene has won the sympathy and sigh of countless people.

"Your husband Wang Xiong, your public Wang Zhijiang, your uncle Wang Ying, have killed more than ten people in You Yan city, especially Wang Xiong, raped and killed two women, one of them was a pregnant woman, a disciple of Xuanxuanzong Blood was stained in my hands ... I killed them, and I felt ashamed. "Ye Qingyu spoke, sound/noise was calm, and there was a strange indifference, saying:" Liu Ying, you are notorious in Huiningxing Province, also known as [poisonous] Luo Cha】, killing more goods is not a minority. In theory, there is more to die than death, but the empire's law is clear, your things are things that officials of Huining Province should manage. Today at Youyan Pass, you are provoked by others, and you are more like cannon fodder. I I think you are immersed in the pain of bereavement. Humanity is in conflict. Open the net and don't embarrass you. Give you a chance and go to the platform yourself. "

The voice is indifferent, but it has an unquestionable majesty.

"You ... blood spurt people." Liu Ying screamed sharply: "Kill the husband's family and dare to stigmatize their reputation, you ... you are not human, I, I, I ..."

Speaking, it was the blood of the gas outlet.

There was a sudden conversation around.

Countless light looks at Ye Qingyu, countless fingers point to Ye Qingyu, and some swearing can be heard faintly.

"Animals, Ye Qingyu, you are a desperate beast!"

"Girl Liu is so pathetic."

Some loudly in the crowd.

The mood of the crowd is gradually being incited.

The seating area of ​​Dugu Group.

Song Qingluo squeezed his fingers tightly, his joints turned white, bit his lips, and looked in the direction of No. 10 Xianting.

She believes that the White Deer commoner boy is not a heartbroken person.

Although the contact was very short at White Deer Academy, Song Qingluo absolutely believes that the young man who used to be angry with a gun to pick up ten dais will not kill him for no reason.

But on Jiang Hu, once this kind of notoriety spreads, it will be difficult to wash it away, especially in a grand event like today. Once the reputation of such a hat is buckled, it is accompanied Things in a lifetime will be included in the evil ways, and it will be difficult to do Jiang Hu in the future ...

Girls are anxious for Ye Qingyu now.

In the tenth Xianting.

Ye Qingyu An Zhiruo.

"Don't you sigh?"

He asked quietly.

"Evil thief, Liu Ying is dead today. I ca n’t wait to eat your flesh and drink your blood. Do you want to threaten me? Come on, I'll end up with you ..." Liu Ying roared wistfully.

"OK."

Ye Qingyu nodded.

"Go to death."

He pointed a little.

A cold mang cut through the void.

Yu Yingying's roaring body was pierced by this cold mang.

She paused, looking down at the chest injury inconceivably, and then grew her mouth as if to say something.

Unfortunately I didn't say it.

She turned her head toward Xianting No. 2 in the main block, and stretched out her hand to seem to keep something.

But the body is still completely rigid.

A layer of frost filled her whole body instantly, and the whole person turned into an ice sculpture, then fell on the ring, and slammed into countless pieces of broken ice, crashing against each other on the ring surface Some fragments fell directly into the moonlight lake, and the sound of the water clanged, as if someone was playing a song of death.

The rumors of discussion around came to an abrupt end.

Dead silence.

Then there seemed to be a loud bang in the air, and the disappearing discussion sounded again, more noisy and more manic, with faces like black bears being offended, Jiang Hu disciples could n’t believe that Ye Qingyu was really true. In front of everyone, he took a brave shot and killed a poor widow.

The sound of cursing is endless.

Ye Qingyu smiled slightly.

He got up, stepped out of the tenth Xianting, stepped down split second, and the figure already landed on the Shuiguang Yindai stage.

"What is Xuan Xuanzong? [Poisonous Rakshasa] How many innocent lives are held by Liu Ying in his hands, Jiang Hu heroes, I should be more clear than me, and I do n’t need to be filled with indignation ... ... "

Ye Qingyu stands on the ring.

His body is as straight as a long spear, with a grim face, saying: "Somebody wants to shape this image of a poor and sad victim and pour dirty water on me. This is really too much. Childish, martial arts world, Jiang Hu will always be expert, what is the use of these meticulous methods ... Oh, I know, there must be many roles prepared in advance, to challenge me, haha Do n’t you just want me to step on this platform? I ’m here, who wants to come again? Please fight on the battlefield. "

White robe hunting, black hair flying.

You Yan is a leaf that stands among the mountains and rivers.

The indifference and decisiveness of split second made the Jiang Hu heroes filled with indignation around the lakeside one by one.

Dugu Group seating area.

originally is extremely worried about a pair of flamboyant eyebrows Song Qingluo that are about to be entangled.

The girl's heart, at this moment, seems to have been hit hard.

All the noise and display in the ears disappeared completely in split second, the light of Xianting Lake disappeared, the figure of the masters of martial arts disappeared ... in her eyes, only the Bai Yi (white-clothed) boy looked like a godlike body.

This split second picture is very similar to that of the Ten Battles of White Deer Academy.

At that time, it was also this boy, long spear in black, and his eyebrows were cold to those aristocratic boys who seemed to be high above him.

Now, it is still this boy. He is always so confident and calm. He is always calm like a piece of mysterious ice. He never seems to know compromise, such as an arrow, a knife, a sword. , Rather than bend.

Only this time, he was not a student of academy, but a more treacherous and dangerous Jiang Hu character.

He can handle it?

Just as Song Qingluo hit the heart, the scene changed.

"Someone will meet you as a butcher."

shouts out, which sounded extremely angry, came from the northwest of Mingyue Lake.

A figure rushed up into the sky and landed on the Shuiguang Yindai.

But it is a burly monk, maroon robe, short mans shoes, naked shoulders and arms, forearms as thick as old tree roots, muscle knots, steel needle-like beards, behind The brass open bowl bearing the size of both sides of the disc is covered with Aura, which is extremely scary.

"Let the butcher knife stand and become a Buddha, Ye Qingyu, you should kneel and repent."

The monk stood on his chest with one palm, shouts out.

"The giant bowl is in the shape of a bad dog. If I didn't guess wrong, you should be the evil monk Yang Zhenning with the nickname [Thousands of Blood Bowls], and the law is empty." Ye Qingyu looked at the monk, nodded, and said : "Blood bowl in the northeast, killing more than 100,000 people. This is a slang that you have always been content with. Have you ever thought about one of the poor villagers in order to practice? Should I kneel and confess? "

"What are you talking about?" The empty monk yelled, "How can a poor monk become a monk ..."

He was extremely shocked.

It ’s really strange that only the talents on the martial arts road in the Northeast of the Empire know how this Ye Qingyu uttered its origins as if it were already familiar. This is really strange.

"There is so much nonsense, you're acting, and **** it."

Ye Qingyu punched out.

"Come well." The empty monk shook his back muscles, and a pair of open giant bowls appeared in his hands, smirking, waving the giant bowls, and hit the Ye Qingyu's fist directly.

Boom!

The fist bowls intersect, just like Jin Ming.

The air flow is wild on the platform.

Empty monk just felt that wrist was numb, and he was suddenly surprised, horrified by the power of Ye Qingyu. When he was about to fight back, Ye Qingyu punch was like lightning, and it was actually a punch followed by a punch, like a violent storm Come.

Boom boom boom!

The loud noise is deafening.

Nine consecutive punches.

Ye Qingyu pulled away.

Evil monk Kongkong is like a puppet, still mechanically retreats step by step.

He lost his brilliance in his complexion, and exited in the last step. In the end, he fell into the moonlight lake directly, and the waves shone brightly. He did not take the initiative, and waited until the water surface became smooth again. When in the mirror, he still did not see his figure.

"The best thing to do to kill this kind of mercy is."

Ye Qingyu smiled slightly.

Wen Wan doesn't seem to be serious all day, but the list of Jiang Hu people and their biographical history are extremely accurate.

The blast is rising suddenly.

White long robe hunts like a flag.

"Who's back?"

Ye Qingyu raised his hand to invite battle ——

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