Song Qingluo has a beautiful appearance and is also the first-class beauty in the first grade of the first grade. She is usually cold and arrogant, has a high self-esteem, has excellent talent, is harsh in speaking and doing things, and is very popular among the students. At the same time, many people don’t like her airs.

Some people naturally enjoy seeing this arrogant woman make a fool of themselves.

Under the ring.

Ye Qingyu looked up at Song Qingluo on it.

He didn't leapt on the ring.

"You are Xiaojun's cousin, I won't make things difficult for you." Ye Qingyu said with a smile, turned around and left the arena.

No one noticed that Song Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

The crowd was surprised and didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Some people's eyes, patrolling Song Qingluo and Song Xiaojun, seemed to be trying to see something. Ye Qingyu's men showed mercy, which at least showed one thing-

He does value Song Xiaojun very much.

Ye Qingyu is a person who values ​​friends.

Being his friend, it must be a lucky thing?

Some people think in their hearts, enviously.

This is, Ye Qingyu slowly came to the front of the No. 2 ring.

Yan Xingtian stood on the ring and looked down at Ye Qingyu.

"What I want to beat up today are those idiots who are self-righteous and have no idea of ​​the so-called superiority in their hearts. They have nothing to do with you, so they don't want to fight you." Ye Qingyu looked at Yan Xingtian, smiled, and said, "I know, you are very strong, but you are in a bad state today, so I will fight again tomorrow."

Yan Xingtian suddenly smiled.

This is the first time most people have seen Yan Xingtian’s smile.

His dark and upright face also had a strange feeling when he smiled, which seemed to make people believe him inadvertently.

"Okay." Yan Xingtian Dao: "Fight again tomorrow."

Ye Qingyu bowed his hand.

Then, under the gaze of countless gazes, he came to the No. 1 arena.

Qin Wushuang stood quietly on it.

"So, is me the last opponent you challenged?" Qin Wushuang said calmly.

Ye Qingyu smiled and nodded, saying as if talking about family matters: "Actually, I'm not sure to beat you now, but I have to fight if I don't fight today."

"Oh, what's the reason?" Qin Wushuang asked calmly.

Ye Qingyu pointed to Quan Yalin and others in the distance, shrugged and said, "It is because of your minions that I always feel that I am naturally superior and always have to stir up trouble in a calm academy. What a bullshit aristocratic student group, which always turns other people's four years of college life into a nightmare... I think this kind of camp and intrigue face is disgusting. Everyone comes here to learn art and martial arts. They are only about ten years old. Even though they have not grown all their hair, they learn to play tricks and conspiracies... Haha!"

Ye Qingyu's words were extremely clear and reached the ears of everyone around him.

The noble boys such as Quan Yalin suddenly became very embarrassed.

Ye Qingyu's tone was like parents teaching disobedient naughty children a lesson, word by word, like a knife, and it was hard into their hearts.

Things they had worked hard and were proud of, and they became boring children to play house in Ye Qingyu's mouth. This kind of shock, anger and indignation were beyond words.

"You say so much, it seems very exciting, but in fact, it's all nonsense." Qin Wushuang looked down and said with his usual pride: "Since ancient times, the nobles have been above the poor. Junior Brother Quan and others are just to maintain the established hierarchical order of the Snow Country. What's wrong with it?"

What he said was natural and what he said was justified.

When Quan Yalin and others heard this, they were shocked and happy, and their original confusion disappeared instantly.

Qin Wushuang is such a person.

Many times, he only needs one sentence to make the people who follow him have a high fighting spirit.

"The disgusting camp that you call is actually the order of monarchs and ministers in the Snow Country that has been in the law, rules, and the foundation of martial arts that has survived in the Heavenly Realm. What's wrong with Junior Brother Quan and others trying their best to maintain it?"

Qin Wushuang asked condescendingly.

His tone contained a question that was almost majestic.

"You are just a arrogant boy who is a casual person. With his brute force, you dare to be uneducated and vulgar, and you don't know anything, but you dare to speak out here. This is the real ignorance."

At the end, Qin Wushuang became harsh and harsh.

After his words, the atmosphere and momentum of the entire central martial arts venue changed instantly. Almost everyone felt heavy in their hearts and invisible pressure was overwhelmed.

Before they knew it, the students were persuaded by Qin Wushuang and had the urge to kneel down and bow to him!

It seemed as if at this moment, Qin Wushuang's figure with golden light under the sunshine represented justice and justice, and anyone or things against him were unforgivable.

Almost everyone was overwhelmed by Qin Wushuang's aura.

Only Ye Qingyu is the exception.

He spread his hands and smiled indifferently.

"Look, this is why I have to fight you. Such a ridiculous thing, if you say it from your mouth, it becomes justice. Haha, so even if I smear the faces of Quan Yalin and others, or even kill them, it doesn't make any sense. Only by trampling you can the first grade become quieter and purer."

Qin Wushuang's face sank.

"Arrogant." He looked down at Ye Qingyu, like a god looking down at an ant: "You don't know how much my power has fallen."

"Is that?" Ye Qingyu's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He took off the black holster behind him, pulled out the two pieces of Naihe guns, held one in each of his hands, and said, "You don't know each other, my real strength. Let's fight!"

The words have not ended.

Ye Qingyu took the lead.

With a bang, the rocky ground under his feet suddenly shattered, and the cracks like spider webs radiated toward all sides with Ye Qingyu's feet as the core.

Ye Qingyu instantly used the power of stomping and soared into the sky.

"Accept it!"

The black spear shook in the void, and the two spear bodies shattered ripples. With Ye Qingyu's downward momentum, it bombarded towards Qin Wushuang like the ancient sacred mountain pressing down.

The strong wind is like anger.

Qin Wushuang's long black hair immediately danced wildly.

He shouted clearly, and a blue flame surging suddenly appeared all over his body, an indescribable force radiating towards all directions.

The power of heaven and earth’s vitality!

"seal up!"

Qin Wushuang grabbed the void with his backhand, and a glimmer of light flashed. An ancient giant sword appeared out of nowhere without warning. He grabbed it in his hand, with a backhand cross!

boom!

The moment the guns and swords intersected, the terrifying sound of impact stimulated and radiated.

The hurricane airflow swept wildly towards all sides.

The rune reinforcement formation and impact-weaking formation on the ring were destroyed almost instantly. The students standing ten meters away from the ring were knocked away by the impact before they could react...

There was a scream of exclamation.

As dozens of students flew, they opened their eyes wide and clearly saw that Qin Wushuang, who was standing on the ring, suddenly sank. The huge ring under his feet seemed like a sand sculpture, began to collapse under the impact of terrifying huge force!

Gravel dust soared into the sky like crazy mushroom clouds.

The smoke and dust flooded Qin Wushuang and Ye Qingyu's figures.

"This...god, what power is this?"

"Has the ring been blown up?"

"The arena reinforced with the primary rune formation is enough to withstand the full-strength attack of the primary master of the Lingquan Realm, and was directly blown up... What does this mean? The power of Ye Qingyu's attack..."

"Who's winning?"

"Has Qin Wushuang caught it?"

In the smoke and dust all over the sky, there were constant sounds of thunder and banging swords and guns, and there were vaguely splashing Mars, and the sound of impact was stirring like rolling thunder.

Finally, after dozens of breaths.

The sound of bombardment of weapons finally stopped.

The dust settles.

Countless people held their breath and looked over with their eyes wide open.

In the ruins of the arena, two figures of demons stood tall.

Qin Wushuang and Ye Qingyu were surprised at each other. Looking at each other, they had no scars on their bodies. Obviously, they did not decide the outcome in the previous battle, but they were both surprised because of the other party's strength.

"You have aroused my interest." Qin Wushuang said slowly.

Ye Qingyu held two black spears backhanded, and the tail of the spear suddenly closed in the middle. A faint sound of rotating mechanical swelling came, but the ultimate form of the spear finally appeared in front of the world.

"Is that true?" Ye Qingyu smiled and said, "Since that's the case, let's fully demonstrate the strength of your spiritual spring. Let me see what kind of combat power the warrior who has opened up a spiritual spring in his dantian!"

"Yes, you have the qualifications." Qin Wushuang raised his head proudly: "[Da Zhou Sword] has been warm in my Dantian Spiritual Spring for more than a few months. You can actually take its bombardment, and you are proud enough!"

The ancient giant sword [Dazhou Sword] automatically hangs above his head. The sword body is thick and does not have the traditional sword ridge, but is sunken, with blood-red glyphs and strange power fluctuations.
To be continued...