Three days before the end of rebirth

Qingyun City Donggang is the most prosperous area in the city.

Since ancient times, in this world of martial arts, the architectural style has been majestic. There are tall buildings built in the port, with huge stones as the foundation and huge trees as the beams, ranging from five or six stories to more than ten stories high. They are magnificent and magnificent.

The streets are also very wide.

The crowd is crowded and looking forward to it.

On the surrounding tall buildings, there were many guests watching the excitement. Among them were not only Huai Lingbo, the elder of the Qingyang Sect who still had the charm of a mature woman, but also Chu Jingyue, a true disciple of the Tushan Sect, as well as a member of the King Kong Sect and the Xuangui Sect.

Man, a spy from the Daqin Dynasty...

It will be past noon.

People stood in the heavy rain and waited dryly for more than half an hour. They were already a little tired, but at this moment, they suddenly became enthusiastic.

because……

Chen Xinglie is here!

In the rain, Chen Xinglie walked slowly.

The crowd gradually became quiet, and only the sound of rain falling and the distant thunder in the sky could be heard.

A bolt of lightning struck from the cloud and hung between the sky and the earth, illuminating Chen Xinglie's handsome face.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

"Chen Xinglie is really handsome and elegant!"

"He is indeed the most beautiful man in Qingyun City!"

"If I could marry him, this life would be satisfying. Even if I was abandoned by him ruthlessly, I would never regret it..."

Women shouted and screamed.

This reminded Chen Xinglie that the first item in the talent column in the system panel was the shocking word "handsome"!

The note behind the word handsome is also very straightforward: If appearance is justice, then you are the truth?!

Chen Xinglie frowned slightly.

That's all, that's all.

It’s hard to give up on your natural beauty!

These women are all innocent. I don't blame them, I just blame me for being so handsome.

This pot is on my back!

Chen Xinglie shook his head, no longer paying attention to the crowd around him, and stared at the closed door of the mansion in front of him with cold eyes.

Li Qinglian wore a veil on her face and stood slowly aside holding an umbrella.

Shi Feiyu held the wine jar and drank guzzlingly. Unfortunately, her cherry mouth was not big enough to catch all the wine, and a lot of it spilled on her clothes.

Chen Xinglie narrowed his eyes slightly.

What you drink in your mouth is wine, and what you spill on your clothes is also wine.

The Yue Changfeng who was chasing him was certainly his enemy.

Are these people in the Qingyang Sect not enemies?

Gratitude and grudges require pleasure!

Chen Xinglie drew out his big sword.

The blazing sword light soared into the sky, reaching a length of hundreds of feet and shining brightly.

The sword energy tore through the rain curtain and slashed towards the gate of the mansion.

Boom!

The door shattered with a sound.

Chen Xinglie's sight was no longer blocked and he saw Lan Zetian and Guang Zhengping walking in the hall of the courtyard.

This group of people held weapons in their hands. They were originally very aggressive and felt that it would be easy to kill Chen Xinglie, but now they stopped involuntarily.

The outer disciples in the direction of the martial arts arena were all stunned and jaw-dropped.

This sword is really too powerful!

The sword's light is hundreds of feet long, and it seems to have the power to destroy mountains and rivers. It is unstoppable and unrivaled!

this……

Is this still the weakling and useless person from before?

Qingyang Sect disciples know very well what Chen Xinglie was like before.

Because of Chen Xinglie's extremely outstanding appearance, Chen Xinglie is extremely famous among the disciples of Qingyang Sect.

Of course, whenever Chen Xinglie is mentioned, everyone's words will be full of disdain and ridicule.

Many people felt that if Shi Feiyu did not protect him, a weak and incompetent person like Chen Xinglie would have been slaughtered and thrown into the wilderness long ago.

Such a rat can actually occupy the position of an inner disciple in the Qingyang Sect, where the jungle is strong on the weak, and live safely to this day. This is simply a shame for the Qingyang Sect of the demonic sect!

But now...

The impression that the Qingyang Sect disciples had on Chen Xinglie was shaken and collapsed instantly under the sudden blow of the sword!

Even Shi Feiyu was filled with astonishment. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Chen Xinglie holding a big sword.

Handsome, still handsome as ever!

But his demeanor is completely different.

In particular, Chen Xinglie had just slashed his sword, and the sudden burst of vigor and sharpness on his body made Shi Feiyu feel extremely strange.

She observed carefully, but she could no longer find any trace of timidity or timidity in Chen Xinglie...

What Shi Feiyu can see is only the heroic spirit of "even though there are thousands of people, I will go" and "treating millions of people as nothing but grass".

"Senior Brother Xinglie, things are really different!"

Shi Feiyu sighed in his heart, and his expression became complicated.

Li Qinglian stood aside quietly, thinking in her heart:

"This is such a skill that one can break the door with one sword!"

"Such a heroic spirit that looks out in all directions and overlooks thousands of people!"

"He is indeed a great devil on the level of a land god, who was reborn after taking his body!"

The more Li Qinglian muttered, the more desperate her eyes became. Because the stronger the big devil was, the slimmer her hope of escaping from his clutches became.

In this life, I am afraid that I will be left in the hands of the big devil.

She clearly has the destiny of a royal princess, but she only has the luck of a maid!

Li Qinglian's mood sank to the bottom, and she wanted to cry but had no tears.

The door of the mansion collapsed, and the line of sight was no longer obstructed.

Chen Xinglie secretly swallowed a qi-replenishing pill to replenish martial arts qi and blood in advance. With cold eyes, he could see the enemies recorded in the notebook at a glance.

Feng Hui, Gu Shen, Lan Zetian, Zhai Feiang...

This moment.

Chen Xinglie suddenly felt some discomfort in some parts of his body, and there was a vague feeling of pain...

The locations where the induction occurs are all the locations where the person was severely beaten when he was bullied.

because……

The injury is too serious and the shame is too deep...

There is muscle memory!

"My predecessor is indeed a strange person who writes down his hatred in a small notebook. His ability to hold grudges is rare in the world!"

"Even though the soul of my predecessor is dead, this body of mine still remembers the shame I suffered back then!"

Chen Xinglie was neither sad nor happy, looking at the people in the courtyard.

Everyone has different expressions.

Many people have already given up.

Those who had nothing to do with Chen Xinglie were all regretting that they should not have come to help Guang Zhengping and should not have taken a trip into this troubled water.

The deeper the hatred between people and Chen Xinglie, the more panicked they will be.

Those inner disciples are okay, relying on their own strength, they are not afraid yet.

However, Li Si, who robbed Chen Xinglie of ten taels of silver, was only an outer disciple with low strength. As early as the moment Chen Xinglie broke through the door with his sword, Li Si was so frightened that his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

Although there were many people in the courtyard and the momentum was like a rainbow, they were so frightened by Chen Xinglie's sword that broke through the door that they did not dare to speak first.

There was silence all around.

Chen Xinglie stood there holding his sword, his eyes calm, and he gently held the hilt of the big sword to prevent the big sword from being too sharp and piercing directly into the depths of the ground.

"bite!"

"The number of enemies faced by the host exceeds one thousand, triggering a hidden mission: one against a thousand."

"Task reward: Unknown talent +1."

"Brother host, please come on!"