The hero of the female supporting role in fast time travel is highly poisonous

Qiu Yiming closed his mouth again, lowered his head and said anxiously: "Yes, master, this disciple will practice hard, master don't worry."

The old man hummed and left with a few people in his sleeves. When he went out, he said: "Don't come out again for these four years, and don't need to come to pay your respects again."

Qiu Yiming felt depressed, and finally sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice.

Four years later, at the trial meeting venue, there was a lot of voices and all the old monsters came out together. Today is the long-awaited day of the Zongmen. What is rare is that the Zongmen acquiesced to the previously prohibited gambling behavior.A man with gray temples appeared in the center of the arena and shouted loudly, "Everyone! Today is a big day for my sect to re-establish the suzerain. The suzerain will be chosen between the son of the great elder and the descendant of Linglongjie. The duel will begin soon."

A person under the stage taunted: "We still need to compete? That shit Linglongjie is so scared that the descendants dare not show up, why don't you just support my elder brother, brothers, do you think so?" The white-haired but energetic old man on the high platform snorted coldly, his voice was not loud but made the audience immediately quiet: "Zongmen is not Jianghu, are you not paying attention to respect? Who would If you dare to say one more sentence, you will be expelled immediately!"

There was an uproar in the field, but it was because of the old man's authority that he didn't dare to speak. At this time, the son of the great elder was already standing on the platform, his eyes flickered and he said: "Master, don't be angry, they are ignorant, it's just that Junior Brother Yiming hasn't come for a long time. , It’s not good for us to just wait like this forever?”

The coercion on the white-haired old man subsided, before he could speak, the middle-aged man next to him said: "What my son said is not unreasonable, I wonder what your majesty intends?" The respectful attitude on his face was extremely respectful. Arrogant, the white-haired old man didn't even look at him and continued: "Your Majesty has grown old all of a sudden in recent years, isn't it because of worrying too much? Yiming is also getting old, maybe he has other choices?"

The old man just said in a slightly fierce tone: "Presumptuous, you father and son are so impatient before the time is up, wouldn't it be good if the old man gave up the position of the old man to both of you father and son?"

Qiu Yiming practiced in the thatched hut without distinguishing the years, and he was only accompanied by the boring internal scriptures all day long, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his body was full of spiritual power, faintly hinting of a breakthrough.

"Senior Brother Qiu, are you there? The competition is about to start, Master asked me to call you over." An anxious voice rang out one after another, and Qiu Yiming had to open his eyes during the practice, and he burst out of the thatched cottage with a burst of energy. , The person at the door was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Qiu Yiming didn't have time to think about it, he stepped forward to help him up and apologized, suddenly realized in his heart: it has been four years in a flash.

The white-haired old man kept pressing down on the crowd until Qiu Yiming appeared and then leaned on the back of the chair with a sigh of relief: "Okay, we can start." The man on the test stage couldn't help saying: "Master is really too partial , It’s just that I’m so biased towards Junior Brother Yiming and still at this level, I’m really disrespecting Master’s teachings.”

Qiu Yiming's eyes were stingy, and the white-haired old man on the high platform still had black hair when he left four years ago. Qiu Yiming blamed all of this on the elder and his son.

Leaping onto the competition platform, he shook his stiff neck and limbs: "I'm here, let's start."

At that moment, everyone seemed to see Qiu Yiming's father. The cowardly and even cowardly Qiu Yiming was gone. Even though Qiu Yiming was a big realm behind his opponent, no one dared to underestimate him.

With a high-pitched voice: "Start!"

There was silence all around and everyone looked at the two people on the stage intently. Qiu Yiming standing with his hands behind his back and empty hands was already very surprising, but the opponent gave him a rare look of attention, and the expression on his face that he must win did not change. , A big realm cannot be crossed by anyone who wants to cross it.

For a while, Qiu Yiming was dubbed the name of pretending to be a ghost. The opponent held a hundred-bone whip and flicked it in the air.

Those who supported Qiu Yiming broke into cold sweat for Qiu Yiming, and the whip was about to hit his face, but Qiu Yiming actually held the hundred-bone whip that had been blessed with spiritual power with his bare hands.

The crowd was in an uproar for a while, the Hundred Bone Whip was made up of the hardest and toughest bones of hundreds of dead who had been aggrieved and extremely resentful. Each person took only one piece, and attached to it was the life of the dead and the resentment before death. The Hundred Bone Whip is biting like an evil spirit, the pain is unbearable.

But Qiu Yiming didn't feel any discomfort on his face. Instead, he pulled the white bone whip and brought the people to fall to Qiu Yiming. This result was unexpected by everyone.

The opponent hurriedly stabilized his figure, and the bone whip slipped out of Qiu Yiming's hand like a snake, and said with a sneer: "It seems that I underestimated you, but trash is trash after all."

The Hundred Bone Whip was filled with deadly energy, and the whip bearer was like a scorpion ready to go. Everyone took a breath and used such a powerful martial skill as soon as they came up. It seemed that they wanted to defeat the enemy with one move.

On the other hand, Qiu Yiming was not to be outdone, he put the hand that had held the Hundred Bone Whip into a fist behind him, holding the long sword with only one hand, the whole body of the sword glowed red and reddish, the sword was just out of its sheath, Bringing extremely strong pressure to everyone, we can see its power.

The middle-aged man above couldn't sit still and asked the white-haired old man: "My lord, I'm afraid this is unfair. This Hongyu sword is the sword of the suzerain, and only the suzerain of this sect can use it. It's powerful, wouldn't it make my son natural now?" Is it inferior to Qiu Yiming?"

There was a whisper of discussion below, you don't need to listen to know that the white-haired old man is biased, the game is unfair and so on.The white-haired old man said as steadily as Mount Tai: "The Great Elder has seen clearly that it is the Hongqi Sword. It is better for the Great Elder not to make a fuss."

The worry on the middle-aged man's face has not diminished at all, and even worse.Hongqi Sword is the sibling sword of Hongyu Sword. It was made together with Yuanyang Sword when it was manufactured. How could it be worse?Hong Qijian's sword was only a little weaker. As soon as Qiu Yiming's sword came out, the faint purple air on the Hundred Bone Whip became darker.

Qiu Yiming raised the tip of his sword and pointed it at his opponent: "You have been waiting for this moment for many years, and so am I. Let us decide the outcome with one move. I don't like long-winded words."

The opposite party stared blankly and said with a smile: "It just so happens that I don't like it either, it's rare that trash can be like me sometimes."

Qiu Yiming knew his opponent from four years ago very well, but how could he be unprepared for the position of suzerain, neither of them can figure out the details of the opponent, Qiu Yiming chose to use defense as offense, and laughed loudly on the other side : "A tortoise is a tortoise, and it will always only dare to shrink in its own shell."

The Hundred Bone Whip is full of purple energy, for a moment everyone can only see the purple light but not the white bones, the Hundred Bone Whip is like a living vine, twisting towards Qiu Yiming, split into four in the air, but the source is still one, They attacked Qiu Yiming without missing a single point.

Then came another palm, which instantly grew larger when the palm was lightly pushed. When the palm was separated from the body, the palm was as high as a person, and it was pushed forward like a wall.

When Qiu Yiming's eyes opened and closed, red light poured into his eyelids from the blade of the sword, and shot out from his pupils the next moment.

After waving both hands like a dragon playing with pearls, the palms were already extremely powerful. Before the bone whip wrapped around it, it hit the huge palm, and the palms were instantly wiped out. The scattered powder was like gravel after an explosion. It hit the stands, and no one dared to resist with their bodies.

All of a sudden, the surroundings were full of auras and colorful lights, but the people on the platform remained as steady as Mount Tai. After the storm of rocks hitting the roof passed, everyone saw the blood stains on the corners of the two people's mouths, both of which had suffered serious internal injuries. .

The weapon in his hand was eclipsed, and the smile on Qiu Yiming's mouth was seen by everyone. They only thought that Qiu Yiming might be crazy, but the people on the other side seemed to think that this was the biggest mockery of him. The man who was not good at melee combat quickly Closing the distance with Qiu Yiming, one palm and one palm were imprinted on Qiu Yiming's chest without any scruples. The more the man did this, the more the smile on the corner of Qiu Yiming's mouth grew.

There was a crack in Qiu Yiming's inner alchemy, and it was spreading little by little. The master said that this was a sign of a breakthrough. Qiu Yiming originally planned to win this game with a thunderbolt, so that no one would dare to challenge him anymore, but How could Qiu Yiming miss such a breakthrough opportunity.

Qiu Yiming was beaten on the stands like a broken doll to vent his anger. He remained silent and the spiritual power around him was changing silently. There was only a clicking sound, and Qiu Ming laughed loudly. The surrounding spiritual power rushed towards Qiu Yiming crazily, and the man who had been unaware was directly and forcefully ejected.

The man shook again and again on the ground, and the middle-aged man on the platform rushed towards the man on the ground like a wind: "My son, what kind of sorcery is this that hurt my son so deeply, your lord must give me an explanation today. "

When it was detected that the little two's muscles and bones were broken, the first elder who had always been known for his gentleness became violent.

With Qiu Yiming as the center, within a radius of three feet, no one can enter at all, only a large amount of spiritual power pours in and continues to wreak havoc, the white-haired old man only sees Qiu Yiming and no one else, and said with a smile: "God has Eyes, an ignorant idiot who doesn't even know how to break ranks to be promoted, and is still brazenly calling it a sorcery, how can such a person take the position of the great elder of our clan? Do not step half a step into Yunshan."

The crowd was in an uproar and they remained silent. The middle-aged man blushed and retorted: "Could it be possible that Your Majesty thinks that the Zongmen is your Majesty's word?" My son, it is also a victory without martial arts, and because of this, the meridians are broken, how can such a treacherous, treacherous and poisonous person deserve to be the suzerain of my sect?"

You come and go between the two, there is a momentum of not giving up, and finally someone can't stand it anymore and stood up and said: "Be quiet, they are both top figures in my sect, don't you feel ashamed? Little baby can do it at this age With such a realm, it is worthy of a great responsibility, so don’t talk about it anymore and concentrate on watching.”

At this time, billowing black clouds rolled over from the sky and the earth, and everyone was shocked. The old man muttered to himself: "Thunder disaster? It shouldn't be..."

Looking at Qiu Yiming's spiritual power dissipating, his whole body seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light. The people around him watched until the thunder rolled down, and everyone fled in all directions like black beasts. The middle-aged man smiled and crawled He raised his cheek, and said in his heart: "Good job, if a lightning bolt kills this kid, let's see who you find to inherit the sect."