Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

In the place of trial, there is no one in the alley.

"Jiejie, Jiejie, you scream, even if your throat is broken, no one will come to save you..."

The bad guy's exclusive lines have the feeling of a bully forcing a decent woman to submit, which is extremely obscene.

The camera zooms in.

I saw Cheng Yong carrying a giant Xuanhua ax in one hand, pinching grass roots that he had picked up from nowhere in his mouth with the other hand, stepping on an old wooden barrel, with a wicked smile on his face.

In front of him, an evil spirit wearing mighty black armor and more than two meters tall was holding a horse-killing sword, huddled in the corner and shivering.

At this moment, its pupils were trembling with fear, and it kept letting out helpless and desperate growls. When it looked at Cheng Yong, there was no trace of resistance in its eyes.

It's hard to tell who is the victim.

In less than a week, Cheng Yong's name has spread throughout most of the trial circle.

A crazy murderer with a big ax will not only destroy your body, but also pervert your weak mind, and you can't stop.

"Jiejie, I won't embarrass you. As long as you call me handsome boy, I will let you go. How about that?"

Cheng Yong grinned, as if he was innocent. Of course, it would be more like if he could put down the ax stained with black blood on his shoulder.

Children and old people are not deceived.

The evil spirit had a blank look on his face and couldn't understand what the little fat man was talking about, so he roared twice tentatively.

"Hoho?"

The air froze, and Cheng Yong looked regretful, "The opportunity has been given to you. If you don't cherish it, then don't blame me..."

Bang bang!

After two heavy blows, Cheng Yong walked out of the alley with a satisfied look on his face and full of energy.

"Old Qin, I'm OK here," he shouted in one direction.

After a few seconds, Chen Yi blushed and walked out of another alley, "I, I'm fine too..."

The two looked at each other for a second, then separated, looking in the same direction.

In the distance, spiritual waves surged. Different from the past, they all ran away crazily, their eyes full of fear, and they glanced back from time to time.

"Qinglian Sword Song..."

A low groan echoed.

In the sky, a shadow of a giant blue lotus bloomed, the flowers bloomed in the sky, and 36 spiritual swords pointed at the void.

As his level increased, Qin Ye could transform into more and more spiritual swords, and their power became several times more powerful, shocking the entire audience.

In the virtual lotus, Qin Ye's figure emerged, with cold eyes and murderous intent. He pointed his right hands together, and under the shining aura, a spiritual thread grew between his fingers.

Ningjian Jue, let out a low drink.

In just an instant, 36 spiritual swords flew out at the same time, cutting through the void. The sound of the swords followed their shadows and turned into afterimages.

Swish, swish, swish…

The sound of breaking through the sky echoed.

Looking down, under the sword's will, the entire battlefield has turned into a Shura field, slaying demons.

The person in charge was none other than Qin Ye, who looked calm.

After a few breaths, the sound of the sword gradually faded away, and the hundreds of black figures also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the thick black air in the air.

However, the next moment, Qin Ye condensed his sword skills into his palms, and pure spiritual power surged out. He turned his hands over and sprinkled the sky with spiritual power like fireflies, like a dream, dispelling the remaining darkness bit by bit. Almost exhausted.

Wild fire, in spring.

Such a strong black energy, if not dealt with in time, can easily give birth to extremely powerful evil spirits, which is very difficult to deal with. Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is the best way, at least for now...

After doing all this, Qin Ye slowly lowered his sword, his clothes fluttered, his body was filled with murderous intent, and his breath was extremely cold.

If this was the world of cultivating immortals, then there would be no ambiguity at all about being the Holy Son of the sect.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he's so handsome, Lao Qin." Cheng Yong immediately stepped forward and joked, "If I were a woman, I would have to marry you."

"Really?" He turned to look at Chen Yi and teased.

Chen Yi, who was originally a little outgoing, revealed his true colors as soon as he heard these words. He blushed to his neck and ran away quickly.

Just because Chen Yi is like this, it doesn't mean that Qin Ye is like this too.

The corner of Qin Ye's mouth curled up, and he paused for a moment before kicking Cheng Yong on the butt. "Fuck you, you are like this, and I don't even want to give you any favors."

"Ouch..."

Cheng Yong screamed.

Yes, that's what it tastes like...

Pain and happiness.

His body flew out uncontrollably, bounced twice on the ground, and landed slowly.

Can achieve soft landing.

After patting the dust on his clothes, he stepped forward, his face full of resentment, "Old Qin, what you said is so hurtful. He is so good that he is also a little red flower of the motherland."

As he said this, he flashed what he thought was a bright smile, which made Qin Ye feel chilly in his heart.

"It's not a little red flower, it's just an old chrysanthemum at most," Qin Ye sneered, and then walked forward leisurely.

"Chrysanthemum? Is there such a metaphor?"

Cheng Yong was confused. It was strange that there was something about the little Internet expert that he didn't know about yet.

"Old Qin, what do you mean..."

Um? No response?

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Qin Ye's two figures had almost disappeared, leaving him behind again.

"Hey, wait for me..."

He yelled, quickly straddling his two short legs, and chased after him, which was funny.

In the base.

Zhao Wenlong was lying leisurely on the sofa, closing his eyes and relaxing, smiling, feeling very comfortable.

In the past few days, good news has come out one after another in the trial place. Without the constraints of mundane trivial matters, the geniuses can make breakthroughs at an incredible speed.

Shen Moxuan, Qin Ye, and Ye Tian successively broke through the mid-candlelight stage and became the undisputed leaders among the stars. Most of the other young geniuses also broke through. Even if they didn't break through, their strength has also increased a lot.

And this virtually reduced the pressure on the instructors and gave them some peace of mind.

Just when all the years were quiet, a panicked shout broke the silence and the dream was shattered.

"Chief, it's not good..."

Xiao Wang hurried in, without even knocking on the door, and ran directly to Zhao Wenlong.

"Chief, it's not good!"

"What are you shouting for?"

Zhao Wenlong opened his eyes, glanced at the twilight sun outside, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he shouted sternly, "It's such an afternoon, what the hell is going on, nothing is right."

"Chief, according to the news from the front line, there may be some movement in those things in Mingxu!"

"Hmm...then what?"

Zhao Wenlong said calmly, not surprised at all, but his appearance surprised Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang looked surprised and was speechless for a while. When was this, what about "then"? Of course, he only dared to think about these words in his heart.

"Aren't you...surprised?" Xiao Wang asked tentatively.

"What's so surprising about this? You can guess it with just your butt, do you still need to tell me?"

Zhao Wenlong looked disdainful and sarcastically said, his expression was like looking at a little dish.

Xiao Wang couldn't handle it this time. Is this still the leader he knew who only knew "his mother's" and "his grandma's"? Could it be that his body was taken away from him?

Seeing Xiao Wang's confused look, Zhao Wenlong smiled disdainfully, stood up slowly, and walked to the window.

"What do you think, Crazy Wu..."

"Old Wu?"

Xiao Wang became even more confused, "What does he have to do with the strange movement in Mingxu?"

Zhao Wenlong glanced at him and spoke calmly.

"He is a descendant of the Mo family..."