However, the little girl never gave up taking back the Qing Ling Fruit that she almost sacrificed her color and finally got, and immediately shouted at Long Yanzhi, as if she was cheering him up.

"Come on Brother Yan Zhi, how could you lose to a Shanye Village man! Get up quickly!"

However, this encouragement was heard by Long Yanzhi, but it was a great irony and insult.

"Lost? When will I, Long Yanzhi, lose!"

Especially Young Master Yan Zhi did not fall at all. Although Qingyun's strength was strong, he was still a cultivator at the third level of Yuanhua Realm. It was easy to release his strength and stabilize his body. Therefore, Long Qingdi's words really made him very embarrassed and angry.

"Yan Zhi stops! This fellow Taoist, please give your best!"

At this time, Long Fushi had already looked at Qingyun for a while, and with her sweet and gentle voice as if she was like spring in March, the young master suddenly and terrified and felt an inexplicable palpitations, which was very strange.

"What's going on?"

Of course, this palpitations flashed for a moment, and his eyes tightened and his breath held his mind and his concentration was dispelled. However, at this time, Long Yanzhi would not give up the slightest opportunity he could grasp.

Obviously, he turned a blind eye to his elder sister's words, thinking that if I could not even beat you, a young man who had just entered the Yuan Dynasty, then I would never be able to raise my head in front of Sister Qingdi again.

So the green long staff suddenly shone. Long Yanzhi raised his spiritual power, wrapped his crazy posture, and launched another fierce attack on Qingyun!

Seeing that both of them were unmoved, the poor Long's willow eyebrows were almost wrinkled. She glanced at the black-faced crane who was following Long Qingfei, and asked softly again:

"Little brother, what's going on?"

"this…"

Like Qingyun, the sound of Long's poems just came into his ears, and He Bai felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Even whenever he looked at the beautiful jade pieces on his neck, the discomfort would become stronger and stronger.

Her voice seemed to have a magical power, and before she knew it, she would ignite the words in He Bai's belly.

Fortunately, the feeling of discomfort can also be called a wake-up call, which made He Baiyan's mouth stop and kept silent, and his hesitation was funny and funny.

“Huh?”

Seeing this, Long Fushi finally exclaimed in surprise, thinking that it is very rare among his peers who have "no way to start". Is your junior's heart also a strong man?

He Bai's abnormality made Long Qingdi quickly take advantage of the situation and add fuel to the truth about the two of them meeting Qingyun before him. Oh no, it should have been a drastic change!

The young master was portrayed as a young man who was sucking people without spitting out his bones, and was extremely brave. This made Long Fushi laugh at this clumsy lie.

But in just a moment, the battle between Long Yanzhi and Qingyun has reached a white-hot stage!

Boom, boom, boom!

The deafening and violent sounds were endless. My master was still fighting against Long Yanzhi, who was holding a long green staff with bare hands!

I saw that he first used a pretty good-looking stick technique. When he waved his long staff in his hand, he looked like a long black jade pen, and Long spoke his ambition became a famous landscape artist who painted in the air.

"Young Master Yan Zhi seems to be drawing a flying dragon!"

"Nonsense, what are your eyes? Young Master Yan Zhi painted a giant green scale python!"

"I said you are all blind! Didn't you see Young Master Yan Zhi preparing powerful magic? I guess he is planning to use spiritual power to transform into an ancient ferocious beast!"

Unlike the Long family's children who were very enthusiastic about flattering, Long Fusi was also attracted by the two who were fighting in full swing. As she looked at her, her slender willow eyebrows that had originally stretched slowly frowned again.

"Yan Zhi can't defeat him for a long time, and he can't say he will lose."

She was just thinking to herself, and the cold-faced Long Han sword beside her had already whispered:

"I'll go and help him."

However, before he could even hurry to draw his sword, Long Fushi's jade hand poked out from the fiery red cloak and pressed it on the hilt of Long Han's sword's waist.

After changing his expression, a hint of hesitation flashed across Long Fushi's face, but after a moment, he still passed by:

"Wait, this young man is extraordinary. Let's take a look. Even if Yan Zhi is going to lose, there should be no danger in a short period of time."

At the same time, the jade pieces on Long Fusi's neck were filled with mist, like rain and fog in the forest, which looked very beautiful.

Let’s talk about the other end of Qingyun.

The most obvious feature of the strong body is its huge power.

After breaking through to the Yuanhua Realm, the monks in this world almost stopped cultivating their physical bodies, but instead focused on cultivating their primordial spirits.

Of course, as the soul grows increasingly and the steadily advances in its realm, the power of the body will also be rapidly improved, but this is not as powerful as refined.

And this Long Yanzhi was not sure whether it was born with divine power or acquired cultivation, but the momentum between the moves and postures was like wind and thunder.

Surprisingly, power players like him generally take the path of opening and closing, and their body shape is often much stronger than ordinary people. However, this person is not only tall and tall, but also extremely agile, but also has a long green staff, and his moves are not inferior to the spiritual power transformation of ordinary Yuanhua monks!

"It's interesting!"

The young master gently curled the corners of his mouth, and a strange red light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, he still did not use the Tibetan sword light, nor did he use Luo Yun's sword light, but he still had bare hands and fisted Long Yan's ambition head-on.

As the long staff collided with Qingyun's fleshy palms, the originally low roar began to gradually become sharp, as if it was a sing of gold and iron like a knife and a sword.

While splitting people's eardrums, everyone gradually realized that something was wrong. The most aggrieved and shocking one of them was naturally the Young Master Yan Zhi of the Long family.

This was the first time he encountered an enemy as difficult as Qingyun, and his initial attack rhythm was disrupted by the young master.

Long Fushi's vision is very vicious. Although his stick technique is smooth, his figure is also flexible. Combined with his equally powerful physical strength, he beat Long Yanzhi to no aura.

Walking through the afterimage of the long staff, Qingyun even seized the opportunity, exerted force on his elbows and suddenly clamped Long Yanzhi's long staff, as if he wanted to break it directly!

"Ahhhh! Don't be rampant!"

A handful of treasures from Qingyun's arms was drawn. Long Yanzhi's eyes were already filled with bloodshot due to shame and anger. He simply threw the long staff into the air, then split it into nine, and suddenly trapped himself and Qingyun who were fighting!

"Draw the ground into a prison!"

Long Yanzhi roared angrily.

"Hmph, I think you're bound by yourself!"

Qingyun shook his head and sneered.

Until now, both sides are attacking and defending each other with their own physical strength, so I don’t know Long Yanzhi’s spiritual power cultivation.

If this person comes up and fights against himself directly with his powerful spiritual power at the third level of the Yuanhua Realm, he may not say that he really has to use a Tibetan front to fight against him.

But Long Yanzhi, who looks gentle but doesn't have a good brain, has been fighting with him with the most primitive power. It's a joke. In the same realm, I have never been afraid of anyone in terms of physical strength!

The long staff was divided into nine and inserted into the ground, forming a dark green prison of more than ten feet in size. Then, light like a ribbon was shot out from their respective tops. After a little, the two of them were completely sealed.

"Today, you either die, or I die!"

Long Yanzhi had a ferocious face and stared at Qingyun with gritted teeth.

"You will indeed die today."

Qingyun sneered.

He didn't understand how stupid guys like Long Yanzhi practiced to the realm of Yuanhua, and his mood was too bad.

Moreover, with the use of this "drawing the ground into a prison", the two were trapped at the same time, and Qingyun noticed that a different kind of power was emitted from Long Yanzhi.

Although the aura produced by this different force is weak, it makes me very familiar with you. However, Qingyun has no time to think about it so much for the time being. After testing Long Yanzhi before, it is time for him to move his muscles and bones!

But before he could summon the Tibetan front, a sudden change occurred!

A call that seemed a little strange but familiar again quietly came into his ears.

"Qingyun."

The sound was soft at first, but when it was heard again, it was filled with empty space, but even so, it still made people unable to refuse.

"Dragons write poems?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Qingyun's eyes. He didn't understand why Long Fushi suddenly called out his name.

But the word "Qingyun" seemed to have a kind of magic, and seemed to be wandering in his mind for a long time. In the end, it became more and more intimate and familiar, and became more and more deeply trapped him so hard that he could not extricate himself.

Until tears burst out, Long Yanzhi and the black jade cage disappeared, and after the misty dust became dust, it finally turned into a black veil, which made Qingyun think about it for ten years.

"Sister!"

The call that had not appeared for a long time was shouted out, and Qingyun was frozen like mud, and her pupils suddenly lost all their brilliance in an instant.

"Hang Jian is coming! This son's soul is extremely powerful. Even if I use Huoyin Baoyu, I can't completely invade his divine palace. You only have five breaths! If you can't kill it, save Yan Zhi first, hurry up!"

At this time, Long Fusi's voice was no longer as gentle as when he faced He Bai and the others. She closed her eyes tightly and sweated like rain, as if she was under great pressure.

"good!"

The Long Hanjian, who had a cold face, was unsheathed, and his toes were lightly touched and drove straight towards Qingyun!

However, if Long Qingdi's previous word "lose" stimulated Long Yanzhi's sensitive nerves, then Long's poem's current word "save" is more like igniting the lead of **, completely defeating his last trace of reason!

"Hmph! Long Han Sword, I don't need you to save me!"

After saying that, Young Master Yan Zhi, who was looking up at the sky, stopped in place and glared, as if he was deliberately waiting for Qingyun to wake up.

"Idiot! Take back the smoke cage Yuzhang!"

Although Long Han Jian was cursing on his mouth, his tone was filled with anxiety of being disappointed.
Chapter completed!