Supreme Spirit Lord

A biting chill came from the throat, Wang Yujue not only did not back down, but continued to irritate Ye Yuntian, saying: "We are both members of the alliance against evil, and I am a few years older than you, so it is not reasonable to call you junior sister ?"

Said, Wang Yujue winked at Ye Yuntian again.

Although he doesn't look ugly, he is also an extremely upright man's face. This winking eye looks like a wolf with nine tails, pretending to be a beautiful vixen. People around him can't wait to change a pair now. They haven't seen such a pair. The eyes of the world.

Even Nie Qingfeng, who was at the side, subconsciously turned his eyes away, with a tense face, forcing himself not to show a weird expression.

In such an eye-catching scene, other people around would want to wash their eyes if they didn't face Wang Yujue directly, let alone become the party to accept this winking.

Everyone turned their curious eyes to Ye Yuntian, wanting to see how she would react.

The eyes fell on the slender and slender female Jianxiu. Everyone couldn't help admiring her cold face, which was still as cold as the twelfth lunar month, with no change in the expression in her eyes.

As expected of being one of the top ten chief disciples of the Sword Sect, such concentration is really hard for others to match.

Everyone didn't know that while they admired Ye Yuntian, she was also suffering from the burning fire in her heart.

As a sword cultivator, Ye Yuntian's concentration is very good, even compared to the senior brothers and sisters above her, but now under the offensive of Wang Yujue's winking eyes, there is a slight twist in her sword hand. trembling.

Her lips trembled a few times, but she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth. Just when Ye Yuntian was blinded by Wang Yujue's wink and temporarily lost her ability to think, the slightly trembling sword in her hand, without her noticing, pulled A small bloody gash was drawn on Wang Yujue's neck.

The feeling of the sword tip touching the skin instantly woke up Ye Yuntian, who was still in a state of speechlessness. Her body issued an order to withdraw the sword, but her brain told her that she could not have this choice.

Just when the two thoughts appeared in her mind to fight, Wang Yujue seemed to feel a small stream of liquid left on her neck, the smile in her eyes weakened a little, she took a step back, and raised her hand to wipe her neck , looked at the bright red color on his hand, and sighed, "Tsk tsk, Junior Sister Ye is really ruthless."

"Before you and me, there was no friendship at all." Ye Yuntian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him retreating, sheathed his sword, held the sheath tightly, and replied coldly.

But this time, she did not object to the word "Junior Sister" in Wang Yujue's mouth, not only because she felt guilty for accidentally hurting Wang Yujue just now, but also because of other reasons.

Seeing that the two men took a step back and that it was impossible to fight for the time being, Nie Qingfeng shook his sleeves to dissipate the whirlwind in his hands, and stood aside, continuing to watch the excitement without saying a word.

Seeing Ye Yuntian put the long sword back into its sheath, Wang Yujue knew that Ye Yuntian would not do it easily for the time being, so he immediately pushed his nose to his face and said with a smile: "Master often said that a woman's heart is needled, and it is true."

"Does Master Ye know that you are here to damage his reputation?" Not being able to let go doesn't mean not being able to speak, Ye Yuntian, who didn't want to suffer, replied coldly.

Wang Yujue is a very thick-skinned person. Not only will ordinary words not make him feel ashamed, but he can even treat him as the other party's compliment. The only person who can control this guy is his master, the master of the Shadow Pavilion, Ye Ling Tao.

Sure enough, as soon as the Lord of the Shadow Pavilion was mentioned, Wang Yujue's smile immediately dropped a bit, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said: "I don't need to worry about this matter, Junior Sister Ye."

"Ye Jianshi, this statement is wrong." A middle-aged man who seemed to be older than the three of them came out, cupped his fists and said, "The king's shadow ambassador is the youngest among the four shadow ambassadors." One, Pavilion Master Ye would only be proud of him for achieving such an achievement at such an age, so why would he blame the Shadow Envoy for these trivial matters?"

After saying this, this person didn't realize that there was no one else within two feet of him. Fool.

The middle-aged man, who didn't notice any abnormality in his eyes at all, continued with a good feeling about himself: "It's not like Ye Jianshi yelled at Wang Yingshi for such a trivial matter, it really hurts the relationship between Jianzong and Shadow Pavilion." relationship between."

Obviously, in order to please Wang Yujue, this person did not hesitate to offend Ye Yuntian, the chief disciple of Jianzong, which showed that he was extremely eager to establish a good relationship with Wang Yujue.

But his approach can be said to be no different from courting death.

Among the three major forces, although there are many open and secret battles, it is also a contest between the top forces, and not all cats and dogs can get in the way.

What's more, there was no deep hatred between the three of Wang Yujue present, even if there was a little friction, it would not want to embarrass the other party in public.

And he was still ashamed because of a minor cultivator who came out of nowhere.

Wang Yujue turned to look at the middle-aged cultivator with earnest eyes, and asked with a smile, "What this man said is very true. I don't know your name?"

Although he was smiling, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. Looking at this middle-aged man was more like looking at a dead person.

"The villain's surname is Bao, and the double word is great responsibility." The middle-aged man saw that Wang Yujue's attention was attracted, and the smile on his face became brighter, just like the sunflower facing the sun, smiling so hard that he almost lost his head.

"Bao Daren, what a good name." Wang Yujue praised him, and said, "Listening to what you say is better than reading for ten years. Wang has really been educated."

Hearing Wang Yujue's sudden change of name, Ye Yuntian clenched the palm of the scabbard, but relaxed a little, raised his arm, stood with the sword in his arms, and watched Wang Yujue deal with the matter with cold eyes.

As early as when this person came out to speak, Nie Qingfeng had already started to watch the show, but now seeing Wang Yujue's murderous intentions, he naturally chose to stand by and watch.

Now, among the three sect forces, even if they are allies and competitors, they will certainly not miss the opportunity to watch each other play well.

The middle-aged man, who was completely unaware of the approaching danger, thought that Wang Yujue was overwhelmed by his courage to stand up. While smiling, he said politely: "It's my honor to be able to share my worries for the Shadow Envoy."

"very good."

Wang Yujue said a few words in succession, and with a slight shake of his wrist, a pitch-black dagger the same length as his palm appeared in his palm. He squeezed the dagger tightly, and the black spiritual power surged in his body, and his body suddenly turned into a black afterimage. , appearing in front of the middle-aged man in an instant.

"I hope you can keep this honor when you are down there!"

The cold voice was like a judge who sentenced a man to death.

Before the smile disappeared on Bao Daren's face, the expression in his eyes was replaced by panic, a faint afterimage was left on his iris, his pupils suddenly constricted, but his body couldn't react immediately, he could only watch the black afterimage, and instantly appeared on his chest.

puff!

The blade cut through the skin, but before the blood splashed out, the scene in front of Bao Daren suddenly changed. Several men in demon costumes surrounded him. He only had time to yell before he passed out completely.

The soldiers of the Demon Spirit Army looked at the man who passed out after screaming in front of them, with disdain in their eyes, and after one of them squatted down to help him feel his pulse, he said to the rest of his companions: "The emperor shot in time, it's just a skin trauma, take it down."

He was frightened and passed out without even suffering internal injuries. This man is really useless.

Hearing this, the few remaining people looked at Bao Daren with more and more contemptuous eyes, and there was no gentle treatment between their hands. It was like moving a sack, and moved the half-wounded to a position where no one would do it. .

Several soldiers of the Demon Spirit Army threw him directly on the audience seat where the loser was, and then ignored him. Of course, they didn't notice that there was a flash of darkness on Bao Daren's chest.

The dagger in his hand pierced Bao Daren's skin, before it could go deep enough, Wang Yujue felt the space around him and suddenly froze.

Although the stagnation time was extremely short, not even a breath, but when he was able to control his body, Bao Daren in front of him had disappeared.

After losing the target, the body that was rushing forward with all its strength was a little out of balance for a while. If Wang Yujue hadn't mobilized his spiritual power, even if he stabilized his body, he would probably be lying on the ground by now, falling like a dog eating shit.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, losing his image completely, that really made him feel worse than death.

Just as Wang Yujue's gaze swept across the surroundings coldly, forcing the rest of the group to retreat subconsciously, an evil male voice that he was not familiar with, but not unfamiliar, sounded from top to bottom.

"The emperor said before that this brawl was just to find a suitable person for my little sister, and blood is rarely seen. If there is any personal grievance, please resolve it privately. If there is a next time, I will be disqualified from the competition."

The majestic voice resounded throughout the venue, causing the people who were fighting in full swing to stop their movements for a few breaths. When they took up their weapons again, they hesitated a little more.

The moves of many contestants below suddenly began to become limp and weak. What was originally a life-and-death battle suddenly turned into a literary battle.

Hua Yuebai saw all this in his eyes, and he was not surprised by the changes of these people, because he was confident of his prestige in the hearts of these cultivators, even though less than one-fifth of the people in the field were magic cultivators.

Lin Yile, who was in the middle of it, naturally felt the changes in the contestants' fighting styles. He couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Hua Yuebai, asking, "Why do you want them to hold back."

Even if these contestants kill each other, Hua Yuebai can still save people, as long as he is willing, there will be no deaths at all. It is simply untenable to say that he is concerned about the lives of these contestants.

Hua Yuebai didn't use those high-sounding reasons to prevaricate Lin Yile, leaned on the throne, glanced down, and said with a smile: "The battle of life and death should take place on the real battlefield, not this kind of occasion."

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