I originally didn't want to pay attention to this kind of thing. After all, I am not from Zixiao Sect and I don't want to cause any trouble.

However, it was snowing heavily today, and I suddenly wanted to leave the courtyard and go out for a walk. Duanmu Qingyang was so anxious to send someone to find me, so I must be very anxious, so I went over and saw what was going on!

"Let's go, I'm just idle, so go and have a look!" I said softly.

The young man hurriedly led the way in front and hurriedly left the mountainside.

The entire Zixiao Sect resident is covered with heavy snow, and the scene of snowflakes dancing makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Following the young man along the way, he came to the huge martial arts performance venue of Zixiao Sect.

Although it was snowing, there were many people gathered here, all of whom were younger disciples of the Zixiao Sect. There were constant noises and cheering up.

I walked through the crowd and saw about a dozen people gathered in Duanmu Qingyang, all of whom looked a little ugly. And opposite them were several people standing, dressed in clothes that were obviously not the clothes of the disciples of Zixiao Sect. They all smiled and looked relaxed.

In the field, two figures were leaping and jumping, and their figures were agile. Sometimes, there were sounds of fists and feet colliding, and from time to time there were rune spells to fight, which was quite exciting.

I ignored the others and walked directly to Duanmu Qingyang, whispering: "What's wrong?"

Seeing me coming, the young men beside Duanmu Qingyang were stunned for a moment, and then saluted me respectfully.

Duanmu Qingyang looked at me with joy and whispered: "You're here. If you come a little later, we will probably lose our lord!"

As he said that, Duanmu Qingyang glanced at the people opposite and whispered: "Those people from the Wanjian Sect are vaguely suppressing us on weekdays. The Hundred Sects Conference is about to begin. Several young bastards in their sects have begun to ask for advice. They say they are asking for advice, basically to destroy others' self-confidence. Before today, several surrounding sects were found by them, and without exception, they were defeated in their hands..."

"Did you see the slutty man wearing white clothes and holding a folding fan on the opposite side? That's the younger senior brother of the Wanjian Sect, Wang Zheng, who has a great strength. If I were the ones before, I would definitely not be his opponent. But after this period of time, my strength has improved a lot, and I should be able to barely drag him to a draw or something."

"However, among these people, the most terrifying one is not Qin Jing, but his sister Wang Ling. It is the yellow-haired girl beside him. Don't underestimate her. Let me tell you like that. Three years ago, Senior Sister Yaoling had a fight with her, and no one knew what the result was. But later Senior Sister Yaoling gave her a comment. Only physical strength can she be comparable to Senior Sister! Senior Sister has not been in seclusion yet, who can resist this perverted girl? If this girl hadn't followed her, how could I be so anxious to send someone to you..."

"How come the Zixiao Sect and Wanjian Sect are both large sects that are numerous in the southeast realm. If our younger generation is crushed by a girl movie today, the Hundred Sect Conference will definitely be inferior to Wanjian Sect at the near future. Brother, my dear brother, help me, you won't be afraid to save me!"

At the end, Duanmu Qingyang looked at me with a pitiful look, which made the other young disciples of Zixiao Sect around him look very strange. He seemed to have never seen Duanmu Qingyang beg anyone in such a tone.

I glanced at the Wanjian Sect's people opposite, then looked at the many young disciples of Zixiao Sect watching around me, and said softly: "Why are there all young people here, and the older generation has not come forward? Only these young disciples of Wanjian Sect come to the Wanjian Sect?"

Zixiao Sect is not a small sect. If the Wanjian Sect only comes to these young disciples, they will yell at challenging things, which is too disrespectful!

"Of course not!" Duanmu Qingyang shook his head and said, "The elder of Wanjian Sect is here. Now the sect leader and others are entertaining in other places! As for the exchange, it is the business of our younger generation. Those elders are happy to see it and will not interfere!"

I pondered for a moment and said hesitantly: "If I take action, would it be a bit inappropriate? After all, I am not from Zixiao Sect, if someone reveals it..."

"It's okay, they don't know who you are anyway. Just treat it as one of our senior brothers who have been in seclusion for many years!" Duanmu Qingyang said hurriedly: "Anyway, no matter what, I must win this time. Sister Yaoling is not here, and I can't stand that girl movie at all. If she is swept away, our life will be difficult in the future. We will definitely be trained by the old guys in the sect to get rid of the skin!"

While speaking, a loud bang came from the field, and then I saw the disciple of Zixiao Sect in the field fly backwards more than ten meters away, falling heavily to the ground, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The disciple of Wanjian Sect was calm and calm, and only felt a little sweat on his forehead. He bowed and smiled at the defeated disciple of Zixiao Sect and said, "Junior Brother Li, I'll give in!"

The disciple of Zixiao Sect stood up, bowed with a ugly face, then walked back with a sad face, came to Duanmu Qingyang, and said bitterly: "Senior Brother, I..."

"Okay, his strength is better than you, so don't blame yourself!" Duanmu Qingyang said in a gentle voice: "Go to rest aside, remember to force the blood stasis out!"

After saying that, Duanmu Qingyang took a deep breath, looked at me, and whispered: "I'll do it first, you will be in the formation, and you won't drag it with them anymore. Just be the strongest against the strongest!"

"Yeah!" I nodded gently.

The disciples of Zixiao Sect around them originally wanted to ask for a fight, but Duanmu Qingyang didn't want to continue to drag them down. The people from Wanjian Sect were generally stronger than the young disciples of Zixiao Sect present. Other disciples of Zixiao Sect also lost when they came up, so they could just go against the king.

Duanmu Qingyang came on the court and walked to the court. He pointed at the young man in white and said domineeringly: "Wang Zheng, don't let others play. Come on, I'll play with you!"

The young man in white closed the folding fan in his hand, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and a hint of fanatical fighting spirit on his face, and said with a smile: "I have heard that Junior Brother Qingyang's strength has increased a lot during this period. Today I will learn about it. Please don't keep your hand!"

As he said that, the young man in white took a step forward and was about to enter the field.

At this time, the little girl next to him who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old grabbed the corner of the white-clothed young man's clothes and pulled it hard, causing the unexpectedly caught young man staggering and almost falling down.

"Brother, I'll do it first!" The little girl's voice was a little tender, and she looked at the young man in white with her big round eyes.

The smile on the white-clothed young man's face froze slightly, and he said reluctantly: "That, little sister! Didn't we agree before? You will wait until your sister Yaoling comes..."

"I don't like this guy!" The little girl directly interrupted the young man in white, stared at Duanmu Qingyang in the field, and said with a lip: "Last time, he teased me, but was stopped by Sister Yao Ling that time. This time, he had to beat him up and vent his anger whenever he said anything!"

The young man in white smiled bitterly, looked at the little girl, sighed, rubbed the little girl's head, and said helplessly: "Okay, this incident is given to you!"

When the young man in white said this, the little girl was happy, and Duanmu Qingyang in the field exploded.

"Hey, Wang Zheng, what do you mean?" Duanmu Qingyang said anxiously: "How can you replace someone in the last battle? Besides, if you don't play as a big man, and if you let a little girl play in the movie, do you look down on me?"

Others may not be able to see it, but I can see that Duanmu Qingyang is guilty.

If he meets Wang Zheng, he can fight, but if he meets this girl whose physical brute force is comparable to Yao Ling, he will not even be qualified to fight.

"Junior Brother Qingyang, my little sister is stronger than me. If you can beat her, all my disciples of Wanjian Sect will be convinced." The young man in white said with a smile.

Duanmu Qingyang's eyes twitched as he looked at the brother and sister, and looked at the many disciples of the Zixiao Sect who were cheering him up. Duanmu Qingyang gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "I won't fight with children, I will fight with anyone I want!"

After saying that, Duanmu Qingyang turned around and walked towards us with a dark face, looking angry, as if he had been greatly insulted. However, I could see a little nervousness in his eyes.

This guy is looking for a way out for himself!

He didn't want to hit him anymore, but the little girl on the opposite side didn't care about this, clenched her fists and stared at Duanmu Qingyang's back.

Suddenly, the little girl's figure disappeared from the spot, not teleporting, but was too fast, which had exceeded the sight of most people present.

The little girl appeared behind Duanmu Qingyang in an instant, kicked Duanmu Qingyang in the butt, and shouted in a tender voice: "Don't think of running away, if you don't beat you down today, my aunt will take your surname!"
Chapter completed!