"bite!"

Wen Ye threw the iron sword in his hand to the ground, and the sharp tip easily penetrated the thick plastic and pierced into the hard bluestone below.

The entire knife body was shaking violently, like a pot of boiling silver water.

Wen Ye was a run-up and rushed to Ye Jinghai. In everyone's puzzled eyes, he had a standard shot with his right foot.

"Dong!"

Ye Jinghai's body kicked up from the ground and flew towards the weapon rack two meters behind him.

"Crazy, dingdangdang--"

He smashed the weapon frame with a horizontal and three vertical horizontal weapons, with swords, swords, daggers, flying swords, flying knives, darts, crossbows, and scattered all over the ground.

"I still have to fight?"

This incident shocked everyone, and even Zhao Changan was full of surprise.

"Sheep~"

A falling tungsten black sword was pulled out by Wen Ye.

This black tungsten iron sword had no blade, but the weight was less than 20 or 30 kilograms, which made Zhao Changan think of Yang Guo's black iron heavy sword.

A heavy sword has no edge, and a great trick is not skillful.

With a black death stylist, he smashed Ye Jinghai's wooden helmet with a surging flame.

It seemed that Wen Ye and Ye Jinghai had their heads tied up, and they would not give up until they smashed his face that they thought was very handsome.

"I admit defeat!"

At the critical moment, Ye Jinghai's head became extremely enlightened, and he remembered what Wen Ye said before he started to fight.

‘Still defeat!’

He shouted shrillly at the top of his throat.

"Bang!"

However, the heavy sword in Wen Ye's hand still slapped on Ye Jinghai's wooden helmet without any hesitation.

"Smack ~"

The entire hard wooden helmet instantly exploded countless cracks.

After being hit hard, Ye Jinghai in the wooden helmet was shocked to death.

"You said it's too late, and you can't hold back the sword."

Wen Ye put away the tungsten iron heavy sword and explained to Ye Jinghai who fainted.

There is no sincerity in the voice.

——

Shang Qingqing, Zhang Debiao, Zhao Chang'an, Wen Ye, left Ye Yuan.

After Ye Jinghai peeled off the wooden armor with all his hands, he found that he had just fainted and had a skin trauma cut on his forehead by a long knife. His hands were rather miserable, and it was as black as two buns.

But it is obvious that you can't die and you won't become disabled.

Ye Yuan, who was very calm, quickly called the ambulance, but no one paid attention to Zhao Changan and the other four.

Regarding Wen Ye, because Ye Jinghai was still fainting, of course no one asked what to do, whether to ask for medical expenses and mental damages, or to pursue criminal responsibility.

After leaving Yeyuan, Shang Qingqing and Zhang Debiao were no longer with Zhao Chang'an. Wen Ye nodded in nonsense, and drove away.

"Third Prince, your performance today is a bit too long. I won't say that you beat Ye Jinghai out of the way. I see you scared Shang Qingqing and Zhang Debiao."

Zhao Changan did not compete with Wen Ye to drive, but sat behind and couldn't put it down, playing with the two iron swords and tungsten iron swords that Ye Yuan had no time to pay attention to them.

Asked, "Which one do you want?"

"I'll give it to you, it won't be sold for thirty dollars as junk."

Wen Ye, who was driving in front, didn't care at all, but after thinking about it, he said, "These two pieces are definitely not worth selling as scrap iron, but if they are sold as crafts and cultural relics, it is really not cheap. I know that the old kiln in Longquan County is a sword and a sword a year. I felt that there was an inscription on the hilt of the knife. In the year of Bingyin, the tiger killed. This is the first kiln that has really come out, and a total of nine kilns are produced in one kiln a year."

"One kiln a year, nine kilns?"

"Dead."

"oh!"

Breakfast asked dissatisfiedly: "How do you know so much?"

“Because I love learning.”

"Your joke is really good; what about this tungsten iron sword? The iron knife is a handicraft, so it is a cultural relic?"

“Rare Meteorite.”

"Depend on!"

Zhao Changan held the tungsten iron sword and smashed his mouth: "Once the rare meteorite is melted, it will be no different from any tungsten iron sword, which is the price of scrap iron; it is simply a waste of resources, burning the piano and boiling cranes."

"The heavy sword is inlaid, maybe not inlaid, and there are rare meteorites like peanuts in chocolate."

"Is that true?"

Zhao Changan suddenly became interested, "I'm so ~" pulled out the tungsten iron sword from the tungsten iron scabbard and watched carefully.

However, Zhao Changan couldn't even see the sunlight shining outside the window.

"You can't see anything. You're not fooling me?"

Zhao Changan was seriously suspicious at this time that Wen Ye was defeated and pretended to be competing.

"I'm so bored?"

Zhao Changan thought about it, so he continued to catch the tungsten iron sword in his hand and studied it hard.

——

Zhang Debiao drove silently, while Shang Qingqing sat in the back row and closed her eyes to rest.

Until the car drove out of Gusu City, neither of them communicated and spoke.

Soon, the car arrived on the expressway around Taihu Lake.

On the left are green rice fields, the rice has been headed, and on the right are endless Taihu Lake.

"Awesome, awesome!"

It was not until this time that Shang Qingqing spoke, and these two "awesome" sounds that she was watching her eyes closed and resting, but she was thinking about what had just happened.

"Which aspect of him are good?"

Zhang Debiao was very curious.

"Everything is amazing!"

Shang Qingqing said affirmatively: "Although I know that Wen Ye will not kill Ye Jinghai, nor will he be messed up, I have no confidence in the violence just now. This young man is amazing! No wonder Zhao Changan can achieve such remarkable achievements in a year. He is standing by his side. Before anyone wants to kill Zhao Changan, he must first consider Wen Ye. To defeat Zhao Changan, Wen Ye must be cut off!"

"Haha, that boy Ye Jinghai is probably scared this time; his words "I admit defeat" haha, it's really vain."

Zhang Debiao said with a smile: "If he shouts or not, he will be beaten for a while; if he doesn't shout, at least his face will be saved."

"You haven't understood it yet. If you don't call Wen Ye's sword, you won't slap him faint. You will only slap him hurt and keep hitting him until he admits defeat! The sooner you admit defeat, the sooner you get rid of it."

"So cruel?"

Zhang Debiao then came back and said, "Fortunately, we met a group of savages in the non-continent. If there were a few such people in it, we would stop doing anything and just grow vegetables there honestly."

"Xia Wenyang is over. That guy is also a regional hero. He is so blind that he actually messed with such a ferocious beast!"

Shang Qingqing sighed directly.

"Xia Wenyang seems to have no grudges with Wen Ye, right?"

Zhang Debiao felt that Shang Qingqing remembered it wrongly.

"I mean Zhao Chang'an."

"Zhao Chang'an? What kind of ferocious beast is he?"

Zhang Debiao sneered disdainfully: "Although he can do three-legged cats with just a few hands, I can beat him all over the ground with one hand."

"Wen Ye and Zhao Chang'an are together, who is the master and who is the auxiliary?"

"Of course it's Zhao Chang'an. That boy is so slim and he doesn't hold back. He only takes advantage of it and does not suffer any losses."

"Do you understand?"

"What do you understand?"

"Who do you think is more fierce if you can suppress Wen Ye and let him attack Ye Jinghai with this kind of life-threatening fighting style?"

Fearing that Zhang Debiao still couldn't understand, Shang Qingqing added: "I'm not asking who can beat him better, I'm asking who is more fierce."
Chapter completed!