Chapter 6260 Guest Duel

Are you defeated?

King Quan Fugui looked ashamed, looking down at the long sword on his neck, his mind went blank, the speed he was so proud of was defeated by Xie Ming's sword so easily.

Am I wrong?

Wang Quanfugui suspected that he was on the wrong path, even if he lost, it shouldn't be so simple.

"You are too easy to see through!"

Ye Qian's voice came from not far away, as if telling Wang Quan where the wealth and wealth were.

"Yes, no matter how fast the speed is, once it is seen through, killing you is only one move!"

Xie Ming withdrew the long sword, put the sword back into its sheath, echoed Ye Qian, and didn't mind telling the royal power where the wealth and honor were lost.

"I see!"

King Quan, wealth and honor are not fools. Hearing the explanation of the two, he naturally understands where the defeat lies.

To put it simply, King Quan's purpose is too obvious, he has no moves, and wins purely with speed, but no matter how fast he is, he can't beat telepathy.

The speed is so fast that the king's power and wealth are so high, it is basically impossible to change his tactics in an instant. Once someone sees through, everything will fall into the rhythm of others. It is not a lie to kill him with just one move.

"I remember you!"

Wang Quanfugui didn't say anything unnecessary, took a deep look at Xie Ming, turned and went back to the room.

Winner and loser, he is not one of those losers, he will find countless reasons for himself, if he loses, he loses, just find it again next time.

"The little brother is really unreliable, always causing trouble for the big brother, it's too much to worry about!"

Xiaoyuan sighed, glared dissatisfiedly at Wang Quan Fugui who came back, shaved her nose, and made a grimace.

That's really embarrassing! The corner of Wang Quanfugui's mouth twitched, he felt bad all over!

Being defeated by Xie Ming is not very happy at all. The group of guests on the opposite side have just been taught a lesson, and there will be no one who does not have eyes to show hatred. It is a pity that there is no precaution, no one on the opposite side is booing, but they were stabbed by their teammates.

The kingship, wealth, and wealth were said by Madoka, and I immediately felt a critical blow, comforting me with the good friendship and family affection, you were sent by the other side, right?

Don't be familiar with children! Wang Quanfugui took a deep breath and told himself to hold back.

"I heard that Mr. Ye was ranked seventh in the black list, and peeked at the head of Yusheng, the seventh great power in the Dao Realm. Xie admires him very much, and I ask Mr. Ye to enlighten me!"

Xie Ming, the master holding the sword, invited Ye Qian by the window to come off in person.

"What should I do, Madoka, I feel so boring calling back and forth just to gain fame!"

Ye Qian felt a little headache when he heard this, this guy came here to ask for advice and challenges, and he defeated the royal power and wealth, it seems not good not to accept it, but accepting it feels like he is doing quite boring and uninteresting things.

"Then let's be more practical. I want to challenge big brother with empty teeth. There is no such thing as a good thing. It is no good to win. Losing..." Xiaoyuan shook her head, looking very disadvantaged, and said here paused, Seriously, "Although big brother won't lose, if you don't win something, you're losing!"

"What Xiaoyuan said makes sense!" Ye Qian nodded with a look of agreement, he turned his head and said to Xie Ming, "You heard it too, and it's not impossible to teach me, but why, you see, I'm very idle. So, if everyone came to ask me to teach me, would I still be able to practice?"

"What does Mr. Ye want to bet on?"

Xie Ming, the sword-holding son, felt a bit blocked. He said that giving advice was just a modest statement, and Ye Qian was too shameless, and he used it directly to run on people, which is shameless.

It's just that the purpose of Xie Ming's visit this time is not so pure, he naturally has a little idea of ​​stepping on Ye Qian who has won the head of Quan Yusheng, so he has to accept Ye Qian's proposal.

It seems that there is nothing to gamble on!

Ye Qian was a little speechless, to put it bluntly, this group of hard-working casual cultivators who worked for the Young Master's Mansion of Xue Country for their salary could do nothing, he, Ye Qian, an eighth-rank alchemist, was worth more than a few blocks away from them.

"Do you have a top-level artifact?"

Ye Qian asked tentatively, but betting at this level is really meaningless.

"No!"

The corner of the sword-holding son Xie Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he vetoed it. The long sword in his hand was no more than a middle-grade artifact, and he got it from a mission in the Young Master's Mansion. So far, he has never even seen what a top-level artifact looks like.

"Is there any eighth-grade or ninth-grade elixir or prescription?"

Ye Qian was a little disappointed, turned his head and asked expectantly.

"No!"

Xie Ming, the sword-holding son, has a dull expression on his face. Are you stupid? I don’t keep the eighth-grade and ninth-grade pills for myself, but I will stay to bet with you?

"Then do you have any skills above the seventh level of Dao Realm?"

Ye Qian sighed, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have pills or artifacts, he can learn from them if he has better skills.

"No!"

Xie Ming, the sword-holding son, took a deep breath. If I had something, I would come to the Young Master's Mansion to learn the Blood Pond Demon Art. Who are you so funny, can you say something reliable.

"So poor!" Xiaoyuan pouted, looking at Xie Ming with pity.

Hold back, must hold back! Xie Ming felt that someone had stabbed him several times in the heart. If I am not poor, can I sell myself to the Young Master's Mansion? If people are difficult, they can still be friends. How can you pretend? You are so rich, why do you still come to the Young Master's Mansion to be a guest? We poor people grab food!

"Then I don't know what to bet on!"

Ye Qian shook his head in disappointment. In fact, what he needs most is the quota token of the Gate of Heaven, but you don't even have these good things that are relatively easy to get, and naturally you can't count on the more precious ones.

"It seems that Mr. Ye has all these things!"

I'm really sorry for not having these! Xie Ming wanted to vomit blood, but he couldn't hold it back, and choked Ye Qian.

"This is the eighth grade pure blood pill!"

Ye Qian glanced at Xie Ming in surprise, and took out a porcelain bottle containing elixir from the storage ring. He didn't speak in public, but just transmitted the sound to Xie Ming.

The elixir was made by alchemy in the Wang Quan family. Before he came to Snow Country, he thought that Xue Country also practiced the blood pool magic art, so there must be a market for pure blood elixirs, so he refined some more and kept them for later use.

Eighth Grade Pure Blood Pill!

Xie Ming stared blankly at the porcelain bottle in Ye Qian's hand. Of course he had heard of the pure blood pill, but the rareness of the seventh grade pure blood pill was comparable to ordinary eighth grade pills, and the young master's mansion now only has a seventh grade pure blood pill. Dan, he has coveted it for a long time, but the credit for the exchange is too great, so far no one has been able to exchange it.

"If Mr. Ye thinks highly of it, Xie will put himself on the line and bet on this game!"

Xie Ming didn't have any hesitation, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he really didn't have anything good, the eighth grade pure blood pill, enough for him to gamble with everything this time.

If he wins, everyone will be happy. If he loses, but if he sells himself to Ye Qian, he still has a chance to get the Pure Blood Pill. For casual cultivators like him, it's not a good chance to sell yourself to anyone. This is a great opportunity, so don't miss it.

"You are so decisive!"

There was a hint of appreciation in Ye Qian's eyes, and a hint of joy in his heart, the fish took the bait, and it was worthwhile for him to expose the eighth-grade pure blood pill.

When Wang Quanfugui said that he was not very familiar with the Young Master's Mansion, Ye Qian planned to subdue a local practitioner who was familiar with the environment and had certain connections.

Xie Ming was born in Sanxiu, accumulated credit all the way from the third-class guest minister to the first-class guest official. He has a good cultivation base, a certain network status, and a low background. More importantly, Ye Qian has what he needs and perfectly meets the requirements.

A group of second- and third-class guests didn't hear Ye Qian's voice transmission, didn't know that Ye Qian had taken out the eighth-grade pure blood pill, and they were dumbfounded to hear that Xie Ming bet on himself to challenge Ye Qian.

"Young Master Xie, it's not worth it!" You Keqing hurried to Xie Ming to stop him.

"Mr. Xie, don't be joking!" You Keqing had a embarrassed expression.

"Young Master Xie, we can't, we were wrong, don't do this!" You Keqing looked remorseful.

"It's not guaranteed to lose, Mr. Xie will win!" You Keqing encouraged Xie Ming, and seemed to be very optimistic about Xie Ming.

"That's right, Mr. Xie will win, and he will destroy his own prestige by making others angry!" You Keqing echoed.

"You guys are really insane, isn't it a big deal to watch the excitement, the relationship is not yours!" You Keqing was furious.

"Enough, why do I need you to teach me what to do, just watch!"

Xie Ming snorted coldly and scolded a group of second and third-class guests who retreated. With the eighth-grade pure blood pill, he didn't bother to care whether these people were genuine or fake, he just felt that the noise was a headache.

What kind of decision to make has nothing to do with others, winning or losing is his own business, so why should others discuss it. ,

"Please enlighten me, Mr. Ye!"

Xie Ming solemnly extended an invitation to Ye Qian again, presumably the last time he was more sincere, no matter it was for the eighth-grade pure blood pill or for the future, Xie Mingtuo would not be allowed to relax this time.

"Why do you use a sword?"

Ye Qian came out from the back room, stood three feet away from Xie Ming with a little smile, and asked Xie Ming the same question.

"Twenty years ago, I was loyal to the sword, and ten years later, I was the sword. Now, all I have is the sword!"

Xie Ming heard that misty feeling in his eyes again, looked down at the long sword in his hand, and answered Ye Qian for a long time.

Only the sword! Ye Qian chewed these words carefully, if a person only has a sword, it is really sad and respectable.

"You heard you used a knife?" Xie Ming's eyes flickered.

"I don't use a knife..." Ye Qian shook his head, he naturally understood what Xie Ming wanted to ask, "My knife is me, a sword or a gun, there is no difference, if I am strong, my knife will naturally be strong!"

Ye Qian didn't deceive Xie Ming. For him, it doesn't matter which weapon he uses. He is always the one who becomes stronger. He is not a sword cultivator who can instantly increase his combat power by comprehending sword intent and sword power.

He Ye Qian practiced all the way, always step by step to enhance his own strength, weapons are just icing on the cake, they will not be relied on, borrowing things to comprehend the Dao is what Xie Ming and these sword cultivators did, what Ye Qian realized was himself.

"Show me your sword!"

Ye Qian asked Xie Ming to act first, since he had seen the unity of body and sword and the return of ten thousand swords, he was very curious about what surprise this Xie Ming could bring him.

"as you wish!"

Xie Ming slowly drew out the long sword in its sheath, without bloody spiritual power surging, the long sword in Xie Ming's hand seemed to weigh more than Mount Tai, mixed with an avalanche of kendo will, and slowly collapsed towards Ye Qian.

Xie Ming comprehended this sword in Daxue Mountain, stabbed out with one sword, frightened by the power of the avalanche of heaven and earth, life and death are all invincible. With this sword, he has killed seven powerhouses at the sixth level of Dao Sighting Realm.

Seeing Ye Qian motionless, looking like those strong men who were stunned by the sword, Xie Ming smiled, the eighth-grade pure blood pill was his.

"that's all?"

Ye Qian asked with some disappointment, and easily clamped the long sword that was falling slowly with his fingers. This sword is quite similar to the brilliant and domineering golden little sword of the Quan family. Overwhelm your opponent to win.

Different from the opportunistic tricks of the royal power and wealth, this is the upright way. When you go to the extreme, you can form your own momentum, break through the realm and enter the seventh heaven of Taoism.

The path was chosen correctly, but it was too far away from the little golden sword, and Xie Ming had no chance of surviving against a mentally powerful opponent like Ye Qian...