Chapter 754

Long Qingxie raised his eyes slightly, and the bloodthirsty color in his eyes became more obvious.

It happened just right, the more people there are, the more he likes it, and the bigger the movement, the more excited he is!

Originally, he planned to destroy the Thunderbolt Gate and let everyone in the Upper Realm know about the news, but now he has changed his mind, and he is more interested in the selection of strength ten days later.

The leading man walked to Liao Zongtian's side, carried him to rest under a tree, and said calmly: "Master, are you okay."

Liao Zongtian shook his head slightly, staring at Long Qingxie, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, killing intent surged all around in an instant.

"Kill him!"

Tu Mo stood up and glanced at Long Qingxie, his treacherous eyes were extremely complicated, a little bland and a little helpless.

"Ah..." The screams continued, and Liao Zongtian's only healthy arm had an extra bright dagger.

Blood flowed down, following the trend, Tu Mo's eyes spun with murderous intent, he knelt down to help Liao Zongtian seal the meridians, and pulled the daggers off his limbs.

"Since you dare to come to Hongmen to cause trouble, why don't you dare to show your true colors?" In the cold morning, Tu Mo, who was dressed in black, was out of place.

The corner of Long Qingxie's mouth was smiling, but there was no trace of tenderness on his slightly pale face, and he said darkly: "You are not worthy to see my true face."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen men in black came to Tu Mo's side in an instant, and that strange and charming feeling impacted the atmosphere around him.

Tu Mo's eyes raised slightly, and a dozen men in black jumped into the air in an instant, but disappeared in midair in the next second.

The breath became a little weird, and the surrounding air was suddenly a little oppressive.

In the blink of an eye, the men in black reappeared and were already around Long Qingxie. Apart from being cold, they had no killing intent that belonged to the moment.

Long Qingxie's eyes were dark and dark, evil and cold.

On that day, a large number of people came again, and they were only used as funeral objects for his subordinates. The Hongmen of Pinghong was covered with blood, and the place was full of blood.

The news spread wildly within a day.

They are all talking about a mysterious person who washed the Hongmen with blood, and was able to leave without any injuries.

When the news got out, and the Hongmen Gold List was posted to call for heroes, people from all walks of life became even more curious, so they hurried over.

Among them, Cangyun Fort and Jia's Mansion in Qingcheng Town are naturally included.

Seven days later, most of the people who can participate in this strength selection have come, and Liao Zongtian's injury has healed, but now he needs to sit in a wheelchair.

The messy Perihong Gate has returned to its previous scene, but still faintly reveals the killing atmosphere of that day.

For the sake of convenience, the barrier in the sky has been removed, and the eerie feeling is gone, and the competition arena is set at the gold, silver and bronze list outside the Thunderbolt Gate.

Ten days later.

Jin Yuyan from Cangyun Castle and Jia Qingchun from the Jia Mansion are here today, as well as some strangely dressed people.

By noon, people from all walks of life had gathered, and they were all sitting in the courtyard of Pihongmen, bustling with each other. Old friends from all walks of life who hadn't seen for a long time gathered together, and they all greeted each other warmly.

Among the crowd, a man wearing a white veil sat in a remote corner. Although his position was not conspicuous, he always attracted the attention of others.

He leisurely raised his teacup, took a sip, his demeanor revealed elegance, his white clothes sometimes curled up, with a kind of innocence and indifference.

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

A heroic and clear voice came, Nangong Yi slightly raised his eyes, glanced at the man, and nodded slightly.

"Why is there only one person?" Jin Yuyan looked at Nangong Yi with some doubts, especially curious about his appearance under the white gauze.

Nangong Yi put down the teacup, and said in a cool voice, "It's not time for my friend to show up yet."

"So that's how it is." Jin Yu said with a smile, but there was a trace of loss in his words, "I wonder if we can be friends?"

Nangong Yi, under the white gauze, heard her words, a smile appeared on the corners of his slightly pursed lips, a strange and ironic smile.

Although Jin Yuyan couldn't clearly see his smile, she could feel him smiling, and the feeling of that smile made her feel uncomfortable immediately.

"What are you laughing at?" Jin Yuyan frowned with a trace of anger, her slender eyebrows furrowed.

"Does the girl say that to every stranger?" Nangong Yi said in an indifferent and cool voice, picked up the teacup, and looked at it with lowered eyes.

"What do you mean?" Jin Yu said in a sharper voice, with obvious anger.

"Crack..." The sound of broken porcelain.

Jin Yuyan's expression froze, and the hand holding the teacup suddenly stopped. The crisp cracking sound came from her hand, and her hand was in burning pain at the moment.

"Aren't you satisfied with this meaning?" Nangong Yi's voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, but it was cold and indifferent.

His white clothes fluttered, and he left lightly.

At that moment, the tea cup in Jin Yuyan's hand collapsed instantly, and the residue kept slipping off, while three tiny cracks appeared on her hand. The wound had been wounded for a long time, but the blood only started to spill out after he left.

Jin Yuyan looked at Nangong Yi's back, his eyes froze for a moment.

Such a gentle and pure man, but he did things very abruptly, as if there was some enmity between them.

Have they met? Is there any gap?

Obviously they hadn't met, but where did his attitude towards her come from?

Is it the usual style?

Jin Yuyan sneered, she wanted him to do things for her, but in exchange for this bloody lesson, but when will she be taught a lesson by others? Remember this account first.

In the crowd, a pair of evil eyes kept looking at the two with a half-smile and a lazy attitude, but they left after Nangong Yi left.

After Liao Zongtian received everyone, everyone gathered around the arena except Pi Hongmen.

In the inn not far from the arena, Nan Gongyi's figure appeared and walked straight to the hall on the second floor.

In the hall, there was only a woman in black and a black veil sitting in front of the window, and that position happened to be able to see clearly around the ring.

"Everyone who should come has come, not a few of them." Nangong Yi sat opposite the woman and said warmly.

The woman lowered her eyes slightly when she heard the words, and did not answer, but the cold aura around her became more sharp following his words.

"What are you going to do?" Nangong Yi picked up the teacup on the table and looked at it twirlingly, but his eyes were deep in thought.

The woman sneered and said in a hoarse voice like sandpaper rubbing: "It's all over!"

Nangong Yi smiled, "Do you still need to cook it?"

"You can think about it, and you can do a good deed for the dog." A bloodthirsty and coquettish smile flickered on the woman's lips.

The woman glanced around the arena, but her gaze paused on a man in a white robe.

A moment later, she calmly withdrew her gaze, but the depths of her eyes were no longer calm.