Long Aotian is not happy today

"Xiao, although I understand your feelings very well, but have you forgotten the soul shock?"

Outside the martial arts arena, Hang Shi's face was blushing, he stroked the red paint on the door awkwardly, his nervousness was palpable.

"Teacher 025, don't worry, I know."

He clenched his fingers, his heart beat faster, and he kept talking in his mind: "Never let him find out my true purpose. I will calmly conquer him with my personality, convince him with my temperament, and use my beauty to conquer him." His skin and vigorous hormones induced him to fall into the abyss of lust..."

"Enough." 025 interrupted with a toothache, "Go to Abyss, good luck."

With two pats on the cheeks, luck suppressed the boiling blood in his chest, and Hang Xiao swaggered into the martial arts arena.

Taking one step forward, his temperament changed drastically.

Hearing footsteps, Meng Qinghe turned around abruptly.

The young man in white clothes came quickly from behind, with black hair like sandalwood, and the narrow and long red phoenix eyes implied three parts of vigor, four parts of gentleness, and the rest turned into starbursts, falling in a pair of black and deep pupils.

The sun shone from behind, like a cluster of rising golden flames, covering the young man in a brilliant golden halo, as dazzling as the sun and the moon.

Meng Qinghe was in a trance for a short moment.

Originally, after hearing his father's description, he thought that Hang Shishi was some kind of idle dude, but now it seems that his father can't really believe a word about the Hang family.

Since he was a child, his five senses have been keen, and he can see things that ordinary people don't know. Just now, when he saw Hang Xiao striding forward, he seemed to see a cluster of fire, or a scorching sun...

The young man subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword around his waist.

This person is extraordinary and must be a strong enemy.

But Meng Qinghe didn't know that at this moment, the "enemy" in his eyes was in a mess of thoughts, screaming in his mind: "Mr. Fascinated by my beauty?"

"How did you interpret the vigilant eyes into eagerness... Rather than being fascinated, it might be better to say that you aroused his fighting spirit."

"He wants to rub me on the ground?"

Hang Xiaoshi's eyes lit up, he rubbed his fingertips a few times, and hesitated: "Then should I... release the water and make him happy?"

025 was silent for a moment, and called up a picture in Hang Xiao's mind.

It is a picture of two middle-aged men with long beards sitting opposite a table on the southeast side of the martial arts arena.

Among them, the man in brown clothes is Hang Shi's father, who is sitting upright at the moment, with his long eyebrows furrowed, his eyes unblinking, staring at the direction where Hang Shi is standing.

There were deep finger marks on the side of the white jade cup in his palm, and the water surface in the cup was rippling, splashing tiny ripples.

025 said: "This face slap is very important to your father. He has made a bet with the head of the Meng family that the loser will swallow a loach alive. If you really release the water, I don't know how Meng Qinghe will react, but I want to come to your father Will be more than willing to trample you on the ground."

An old wrinkled face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze was fierce. Hang Xiaoshi was so frightened that he shook his head quickly to get the picture out of his mind.

Put water or something, forget it.

My father has been fighting with the head of the Meng family all his life, and as Long Aotian himself, he cannot let him down at this time.

So Hang Xiao looked at Meng Qinghe, smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Meng."

Meng Qinghe snorted coldly as a response.

The hum is slightly hoarse and full of magnetism.

The warm air entered the ears, and the hair was brushed lightly. Hang Xiao felt that the roots of his ears began to heat up again.

"He's so cool." Hang Xiao murmured, "Cute, I want to flirt."

025 said: "Wipe your saliva, good boy."

Hang Shi hurriedly wiped his mouth - there was nothing, 025 coaxed him.

On the other side of him, Meng Qinghe looked stern, his feet lightened, and the long wind swayed around the azure robe, sending him flying onto the battle platform.

The battle platform is made of special materials, which can withstand the full blow of a fifth-rank cultivator. For two eighth-rank juniors, it is already the most secure protection.

Immediately after the two of them boarded the battle stage, a servant stepped forward and embedded spirit stones in the organs at the four corners. Afterwards, the spirit formation turned around and condensed four huge light films around the battle platform, separating them from the outside world.

The moment the start signal was released, Meng Qinghe's whole body was full of momentum.

He pulled out a spirit sword from his waist—there was only a bare hilt in the scabbard, and the next second, Meng Qinghe injected spiritual energy, and a cold light shone in front of the hilt, and a beam of transparent sword light that was three feet long flashed. flash.

As the rain came suddenly, the water vapor shrouded, and a heavy chill began to condense in the air.

Hang hour... Hang hour stood there without moving.

No, it can't be said that he didn't move. He blinked his eyes slowly and with a little emotion.

The cold current gathered on Meng Qinghe's long sword, and gradually formed a water flow visible to the naked eye, as if in the winter season, the glaciers were raging, and with the long wind, they turned into an ice blue menacing python.

"Hang hour!"

The cold wind made Meng Qinghe's voice hoarse, holding the sword for a little longer, Meng Qinghe's wrist began to tremble violently.

He turned his head, squinted his eyes and shouted: "Where's your weapon? Quickly reveal it, I've been accumulating this move 'Water Dragon' for too long, if I drag it on, I can't control it, it will definitely hurt you seriously! "

Hang Xiao blinked his eyes again 'affectionately'.

The torrent was fierce and the wind was strong. His long hair fluttered wantonly behind him, his white clothes bulged, and his long sleeves were fierce, but he himself was like a rock, firmly fixed in place.

Extraordinary bearing, elegant and immortal.

Seeing that Hang Xiao didn't move for a long time, Meng Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "My sword is a middle-level spiritual weapon, are you sure you want to take this move with your body?"

Hang Xiao smiled and said nothing.

It's not that Hang Xiaoxiao deliberately pretended to be forceful, but the original text is like this, Meng Qinghe attacked quickly, the protagonist used his family's "Chiyang Palm" to fight against the enemy, but at the moment of contact with Meng Qinghe's hand, he was attracted by its ice attribute, Inspired blood talent.

The extremely flaming bloodline, with the ability to burn nine days, destroyed the Lingshui sword in Meng Qinghe's hand, and with its once-in-a-thousand-year bloodline strength, carried out an all-round brutal crush on Meng Qinghe, who was only a superior bloodline Squeeze, beat this little genius to the point of ruining his three views, kneeling down and calling for his father.

After that, Meng Qinghe provoked the protagonist several times, but without exception, they were all beaten up.

In the end, Meng Qinghe was finally convinced by the protagonist, and became the first dog-legged boy under his command. He worked hard and worked hard.

But now, Hang Xiao doesn't like this plot development very much.

A cool and handsome guy with a top-notch attack on high-quality stocks, and he was brutally beaten into a rainbow fart master. Isn't this a waste of money?

"Teacher 025, I want to fight for it again." Hang Xiao said silently in his heart.

Then he smiled, and said softly in what he thought was an affectionate tone: "Young Master Meng, before the fight starts, I want to ask you a few questions. Have you...have you ever been married?"

The wind was too loud, and when Hang Shi's words reached Meng Qinghe's ears, only the words "you" and "with" remained.

The young man's ears moved slightly, and the bottom of his heart automatically filled in Hang Shi's words, presenting "You are worthy", or "You are not worthy", and the anger rose instantly.

He flew into a rage, and the momentum around him rose again, and behind him was a strange scene of turbulent waves, howling wind and overcast clouds, as if a rainstorm was coming.

Under the heavy air pressure that was about to rain, Meng Qinghe roared: "Hang Xiao, how dare you mock me?"

Hang Hour was inexplicable: "Huh?"

Brother, I just want to know the possibility of your deep cabinet.

As soon as the explanation came to his lips, he heard Meng Qinghe disdain again: "Put away the pupil technique, it's useless to me. Don't make these crooked ways anymore, if you are a man, just stand upright and fight head-on!"

Hang Shi immediately choked on a mouthful of old blood in his throat.

"Teacher 025," he said in disbelief in his mind, "did you hear what he said? Pupil technique, how can there be pupil technique? I'm a wink, a secret glance!"

"Here," 025 said, "what does it mean to show strength to the blind?"

"He even questioned whether I was a man - he is a man, can he face me upright?!"

"Hush," 025 lazily said, "Stop talking nonsense, what are you going to do now?"

How to do.

Hang Xiao thought heartbrokenly, what can I do?

This high-quality stock gave birth to a straight and straight heart, no matter how hungry and thirsty he was when he was young, he was helpless at the moment.

He let out a long sigh, and put his five fingers together to stimulate the spiritual power in his body.

A layer of pale golden flames instantly ignited and quickly spread to cover the entire palm.

Hang Shih's hands were white and slender, but at this moment the flames were as bright as molten gold, flowing quietly in his palm, gathering the purest luster between the world and the earth, as if a ray of sunlight from the sky was gathered in the palm of his hand.

"no solution anymore."

Hang Xiao shook his head sadly, regretfully said: "Cut him."

As the voice fell, he closed his right palm like a knife and slowly pushed it out.

At that moment, Yang Yan poured down like a torrent, the flames exploded, the fire dragon roared, opened its ferocious mouth, and threw itself on Meng Qinghe.

In an instant, the transparent giant python in the young man's hand was swallowed up.

……

After a stick of incense.

The vision is gone, the wind and rain are gone.

The sunlight from the sky split the thick clouds and cast a golden beam of light on the battle platform, exuding warmth and dispelling the cold wind.

Meng Qinghe lay on the ground, looking at the sky blankly.

Half of his body was soaked, the other half of his clothes were scorched by the fire, half of his handsome long eyebrows were burned off, his long hair was curled up, and he was very miserable.

And beside him, on the wall barrier that could not have been shaken by two eighth-rank juniors, some cracks burst open due to Hang Hour's palm with all his strength.

It is not an ordinary crack, because under the urging of the automatic healing function of the formation wall, the crack still has the tendency of continuous expansion-the golden flame bursting out of Hang Xiao's body is not an extraordinary fire, it is embedded in the center of the crack at the moment, Reiki is the nourishment, roasted and burned.

The flame also scorched Meng Qinghe thoroughly from the inside to the outside. Even though the battle was over at this moment, he still had the pain of being scorched by the extreme flames all over his body. There seemed to be flames flowing under his skin, and the tongue of fire licked his internal organs wantonly. For the six internal organs, Meng Qinghe had to use the most tenacious willpower to barely hold his lower abdomen and curl up into a shrimp.

What made Meng Qinghe even more desperate was that during the battle just now, in front of Hang Shi's fire dragon, the Lingshui sword he was proud of trembled tremblingly.

What kind of blood suppression is this!

This Hang Xiao, always smiling and harmless to humans and animals, but his real strength is... so terrifying!

Thinking of this, Meng Qinghe's collapsed body suddenly twitched a few times like an electric shock, his back arched, and he spit out scorched black blood.

While coughing, he stared at his eyes without half of his eyebrows, gritted his teeth and said: "Hang Xiao, you are very powerful, but I... I will not admit defeat, I will definitely defeat you next time!"

As he spoke, the young man suddenly turned his head.

——just in front of a pair of black and deep eyes.

The tails of the eyes are slightly raised, the thin lips are lightly pursed, and the complexion is flat and unruffled, as if he doesn't care about the victory or defeat just now, but the eyes are heavy and pitiful.

Hang Xiao was indeed sympathetic in his heart.

"A handsome guy was ruined by me."

He looked at Meng Qinghe, stared at the funny face of the other person who had lost his eyebrows, estimated the time it would take for his eyebrows to grow back after being burned by Yang Yan, and got a number that was also desperate, so he thought in the bottom of his heart. Regretfully and sadly said: "Teacher 025, my heart hurts so much."

"It's okay, at least you didn't burn him bald."

Saying that, 025 called up a picture of a famous bald head and long braid, and showed Meng Qinghe's face to Hang Xiaoxiao.

Facts have proved that no matter how handsome a handsome guy is, he can hardly bear the pain of hair loss.

Hang Xiao was irritated by the bald and long braided Meng elder brother. When he looked up again, he looked at the other side's bald eyebrows, and suddenly felt that this look was very cute.

"Thank you," Hang Xiao murmured, "I actually feel a little bit of comfort, it's really wicked."

Seeing Meng Qinghe turned his head, Hang Shi hurriedly lowered his eyes, suppressed all his true emotions, and said to the system in his mind: "Teacher 025, help me to listen to what my father has to say, okay?"

"What about you, what are you going to do?"

Hang Xiao was a little shy, blinked his eyes a few times, and said mysteriously: "I'll take Mr. Meng to change clothes."

"..."

Changing clothes has two meanings, and 025 really wants to know which one Hang Hour refers to.

But it knew the importance of the task better, so it condensed its mimicry, turned into a flash of light, and flew towards the opposite side of the martial arts field.

The author has something to say: Hang Xiao: I want to have sex with you, but you want to beat me up?

Hang Hour: If you don't understand the style, cut you off!

Hahaha, today is also a day when I didn’t eat meat for hours