"I didn't expect that someone is really not afraid of death and dares to stand up and commit trouble. Boy, what's your name?" The burly disciple of the Zimei Seven Star Sect showed a strong evil spirit on his face. He separated everyone and walked out, looked at Ye Qingyu up and down, and said, "A person in the sect? Or a member of the military?"

Ye Qingyu smiled faintly: "So what about people in the sect? So what about people from the military?"

"If the people in the sect, I will destroy your Yuangong and let your master lead people. If the people in the military, I will destroy your Yuangong and let your boss lead people." The burly disciple of the Zimei Seven Star Sect looked down, as if all the power of life and death was in his hands. He said naturally: "If you collude with the demon clan, you will not be punished. No matter what, you can't bear what you do today."

"What if I could carry it?" Ye Qingyu said with a smile: "The disciple of the Zimei Seven Star Sect, your name is Qi Yong, right?"

The disciple of the burly purple-colored Seven-Star Sect was stunned: "Do you know my name?"

Ye Qingyu spread his hands on the street without any worries and said, "Guess, a few days ago, it was said that there was a waste called [Soul-Broken Palm]. He was injured by the demon clan. It turned out that waste was you?"

"You are looking for death!" Qi Yong suddenly became angry: "You say it again?"

"Say it again? Haha, it's so rare. I want to be scolded again. It's so cheap." Ye Qingyu smiled: "But I'm still happy to fulfill you. By the way, do you want me to repeat all the words just now, or do you just want to hear the sentence "It turns out that waste is you"?"

Puff!

Someone next to him couldn't help laughing.

This group of people from the sect were aggressive as soon as they came in, and they looked like they didn't take anyone seriously. Many people could no longer bear it, dared not speak out. In addition, during this period, these strangers in the sect made the entire Youyan Pass messy, breaking the originally orderly life of the military and civilians in Guanzhong, which had long made many people dissatisfied with these outsiders.

Although many people don’t know Ye Qingyu’s identity, seeing him teasing these fierce sects, the onlookers in the lobby felt relieved.

But for the people of the Zimei Seven Star Sect, Ye Qingyu's words are the most unbearable provocation.

"I want to die? I will fulfill you." Qi Yong gritted his teeth and said, a hint of murderous intention surged in his eyes. He took a step forward, his body was like a ghost, and he instantly came to Ye Qingyu's body. His huge palm shone with black light and printed on Ye Qingyu's chest like lightning.

A pungent, fishy, ​​odorous and poisonous smell spread out on the strange palms.

Take action, it's a killer move.

I intentionally want to kill someone.

"Ah..." Someone screamed in fear.

Someone closed his eyes.

Ye Qingyu raised his hand.

The palm of his palm met Qi Yong's giant palm.

Bang!

A sound of air sounded in the air.

A strange smile appeared on Qi Yong's face: "Taking my heartbroken palm with bare hands? I really don't know if you are an idiot or brave. The heartbroken poison has been shot into your palm by me. In less than an hour, your palm will turn into pus... Boy, now you should know, is it the end of meddling in other people's business?"

"Idiot." Ye Qingyu shook his head.

"You..." Qi Yong grinned, and was about to say something, suddenly he felt something was wrong. After a closer look, a layer of silver-white frost spread along his arm. In a blink of an eye, his entire right arm was covered with a biting chill, and then he could not feel the existence of his right arm.

Ye Qingyu looked at him calmly.

"Ah, this...you..." The grim smile on Qi Yong's face turned into a terrified scream.

The disciples of the Purple Color Seven Star Sect around him also felt an unpredictable chill and horror.

Qi Yong's screams full of fear made them feel shocked, especially Junior Brother Lin. The moment Ye Qingyu appeared, he seemed to realize something and did not take the initiative to speak. At this time, he even stepped back step by step.

"Do you like to destroy other people's Yuangong? Do you like to break other people's palms?" Ye Qingyu suddenly stretched out his finger and gently tapped Qi Yong on Bingfeng's right arm. The sound of metal hitting was heard, as if this arm was no longer a flesh and blood body.

A look of horror appeared on Qi Yong's face.

The next moment, Ye Qingyu's face suddenly became cold and he bounced his fingers.

Crack!

Qi Yong's entire right arm was broken with shoulder-length.

The musculoskeletons instantly turned into countless small pieces like broken ice, falling to the ground, while a drop of blood did not flow out at the wound on the right shoulder, and the musculoskeletons were frozen.

In an instant, the whole lobby was filled with the sound of gasping in the air.

Ye Qingyu smiled and said, "The last time you sent someone to catch the military doctor when you were rescued, you thought you were not a good thing, but you were too lazy to deal with you. What troubles did you do in the city today? You Yan Army martyr's widow, only son, dare you to move? Since you like to break other people's arms so much, try this taste yourself."

Qi Yong's face was dull, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

The whole right arm was right in front of him, turning into pieces and falling down bit by bit, but I couldn't feel the pain. This feeling was even more terrifying. An indescribable horror and huge anger grabbed his heart...

The brothers around them also screamed.

"Who are you?" Qi Yong roared and roared: "How dare you touch me? Do you know what you are doing? I was arresting this bastard with the military order of Zhang San, the head of the logistics department. Do you dare to say your name? Do you dare? There is also Baicaotang, you are covering up the demon clan, and you are finished..."

What a fool.

"Is Zhang San amazing?" Ye Qingyu was about to say something, but when he looked up, he saw that Junior Brother Lin in the crowd was constantly shrinking back, as if he had recognized his identity. Thinking about what this person was from a nobleman, he should have heard something. He moved his heart and raised his hand to Junior Brother Lin, and smiled and said, "You...yes, it's you, don't hide back, come here for me."

Junior Brother Lin saw Ye Qingyu pointing at him, and his face turned pale.

He knew very clearly how terrible this seemingly pleasant young man in white was. When he sent a letter from the family, he repeatedly said that there were several characters in Youyan Pass who should not provoke him on his own initiative. One of them was Ye Qingyu. When he came to Youyan Pass and heard countless rumors about this person, Junior Brother Lin knew that Ye Qingyu was really a madman who could not be provoked.

His legs were trembling a little, and he walked a few steps forward, unable to speak.

"Are the children of noble families in the imperial family all the cords of yours?" Ye Qingyu looked down on these cords who were born with a golden key but had never experienced the tempering of wind and rain from the bottom of his heart. This junior brother Lin is obviously such a person. He looked at junior brother Lin and said, "Tell your brothers, who am I."

All eyes were concentrated on Junior Brother Lin at this moment.

Junior Brother Lin, who is usually a little extraordinary in the sect because of his special identity, was extremely cramped at this time. He gritted his teeth and said, "He is Ye Qingyu..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Yong roared like an angry male dog at the first time: "Ye Qingyu? What a shit Ye Qingyu, you are dead, you are waiting..." In his impression, there seemed to be no character named Ye Qingyu at the top of Youyan Pass.

But when he was halfway through, he suddenly came to an abrupt end.

After anger surged, Qi Yong suddenly felt excited and thought of something.

He felt like he had seen a ghost in an instant, and he grew up and could not say a word.

"The fourth-class loyal, brave and heroic marquis of the Empire, the youngest meritorious marquis, the sword envoy of the Youyan Pass Camp." Junior Brother Lin finished the rest of the introduction.

At this moment, everyone stopped talking.

If there are still people who don’t know who the young man in white with a cruel method in front of him is, then he will be in vain. During this period, in addition to the most discussed injury of the God of Youyan Army Lu Chaoge, the second most discussed is the topic of the youngest meritorious marquis in the history of the empire.

For all the people in Youyan Guanzhong, the meaning of the three words Ye Qingyu cannot be ignored.

Especially after the battle between Ye Qingyu and Zhang San, the entire Youyan Pass had already understood that the sword-holding commander of the camp had begun to be full and his fangs began to show. He was definitely one of the tough characters in Guanzhong.

"Today you didn't show your aristocratic identity to scare people. It seems that the slap that day gave you a memory." Ye Qingyu looked at Junior Brother Lin, looking very pleased, nodded, and said, "The army is different from the emperor. Don't always use your identity to show off, otherwise you will be a gun for others and don't know that if it's okay, go back early. Don't mess around in Youyan Guanzhong, get stuck in this muddy water. If you think about it, it's too late."

Junior Brother Lin bowed his head and said nothing.

Ye Qingyu no longer said anything about him.

He turned to look at Qi Yong and asked, "Now you can say, can I bear the matter today?"

This disciple of the Zimei Seven Star Sect, known as the [Heartbreak Palm], fought a cold war and did not dare to speak.

"As these days, you so-called people in the world have disrupted Youyan Pass and panic. Are you really here to help?" Ye Qingyu looked at these disciples of the sect and looked serious and said, "If I remember correctly, the recruitment orders of the royal family and the military department will allow you to join the army and respond to the Youyan Army's spring offensive, not to let you come here to pretend to be a master."

The disciples of the sect all lowered their heads and dared not look at Ye Qingyu.

If you are not as strong as others, you are not as powerful as others, and you are not as famous as others. What else can you do besides bowing your head?

Such an opponent is not willing to provoke such a military giant, let alone them?

It is said that this newly-Zhengwang-Yang Wanghou is a martial madman. Anyone dares to kill him when he starts to be crazy. If a disciple of a sect like them really provokes this madman, he will probably die in vain if he dies.
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