History is like a long river. It comes from ancient times and is vast and endless. In this long river, any emotional trivial matter is like a grain of sand in this long river, insignificant and insignificant.
What you see.
The emotional entanglement between Ye Junlin and Yin Xue is unforgettable for the two parties involved. But for the entire Jiuxiao Continent, it is not even a speck of dust.
However, who would have thought that such a trivial matter, which was not even considered dust, would almost become the trigger for the destruction of the entire Jiuxiao Continent some time after ten years.
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But he said that Ye Junlin's big hand was pinching Yin Xue's neck. Although he was furious, he was not cruel.
Despite this, there were still two red lines on Yin Xue's fair neck. It was Ye Junlin who pinched them.
Yin Xue looked at Ye Junlin and smiled contemptuously.
"You will always be a poor boy, a stinky bitch." Yin Xue said contemptuously, with a arrogant look. Just like at this moment, it was not Ye Junlin who was pinching her neck, but she was pinching Ye Junlin's neck.
She is clearly seeking death.
"Tell the truth honestly and I will spare your life." Ye Junlin put Yin Xue down. He was not worried that Yin Xue would run away.
Fanjun has been watching with great interest. For a soul like him that has been trapped for thousands of years, competitions are far more interesting than watching the emotional entanglements of these boys and girls.
So, he didn't stop it.
"Okay." Yin Xue looked at Ye Junlin, a glint of light flashed in her eyes, like a stream of autumn water.
In Yin Xue's narration, Ye Junlin finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.
Yin Xue has an uncle named "Zhang Shouling", who is the deacon of the "Jianjian Villa". He is nearly fifty years old and a high-level mystic. In the eyes of ordinary people, this situation is already enviable.
However, Zhang Shouling was not satisfied. He wanted higher power and more money. Taking the right path was no longer enough, so he turned his head to crooked ways.
Zhang Shouling had a son named 'Zhang Jingyue'. He coveted Yin Xue's beauty for more than a day or two. So, he made a suggestion to dedicate Yin Xue to Jiangzhou when he was inspecting Jiangzhou as a way to advance.
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Yin Xue disagreed at first. However, the little girl couldn't stand the pressure from her parents.
There is nothing wrong with Yin Xue's parents. Which parent doesn't want their daughter to live a good life. Compared with Jiang Zhou at that time, Ye Junlin was really very different.
All this should have gone on in a normal way.
But Zhang Shouling was worried that Yin Xue and Ye Junlin's affairs would cause a grudge in Jiangzhou. So they chose to kill them to silence them.
Dozens of killers were all sent by them. In other words, the target of Ye Junlin's revenge should not only be Jiang Zhou, but also Zhang Shouling and Zhang Jingyue.
After Yin Xue said this, she felt relieved. She looked at Ye Junlin with resentful eyes.
Ye Junlin also looked at Yin Xue with strange eyes.
At this time, he didn't know how to face Yin Xue, and he was very confused.
"You go." Ye Junlin said calmly.
"Okay." Yin Xue responded, turned and left. Before leaving, Yin Xue said viciously: "Ye Junlin, remember, one day, I will personally end your life to avenge my brother Huang."
"Okay. I'll wait for you." Ye Junlin answered sadly.
The black light in his heart suddenly dissipated for the most part, and Ye Junlin's bloody eyes finally regained their clarity.
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"Is it over like this?" Fan Jun cursed a few times, shook his head, and then said calmly: "Since the personal grudge is over, let's continue our game."
After Fan Jun finished speaking, Liang Bufan and Yang Gongcheng looked at each other and instantly walked to the ring.
"I didn't expect that we would become rivals." Yang Gongcheng said with a smile.
"Everything in the world is unpredictable." Liang Bufan teased.
"However, I think you are a nice person and a good brother worth making friends with. I don't want to fight with you." Yang Gongcheng said sincerely.
"Anyway, Yin Xue is gone. Even the loser among us will get a treasure." Liang Bufan said, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
"How about we solve it as a man?" Yang Gongcheng understood and smiled slyly.
"Scissors, rock, paper!"
Two burly teenagers played rock-paper-scissors on the ring in an extremely funny way. This shocked the onlookers below the ring.
"These two bastards." Fan Jun also shook his head helplessly.
The guessing game between the two ended with Liang Bufan's victory in "rag-scissors".
Liang Bufan gestured with his fist at Ye Junlin and said with a smile: "We are the only two brothers left."
Ye Junlin smiled and was noncommittal.
Yin Xue left, which allowed Ye Junlin to directly advance to the finals, and also allowed Yang Gongcheng to take third place.
"Um..." Fan Jun cleared his throat and said with a little helplessness: "You two boys, come up for the final battle."
After hearing this, Ye Junlin strode to the ring. Liang Bufan raised his eyebrows at Ye Junlin and said provocatively: "What's the matter, are we going to have a fight or guessing?"
"We've known each other for so long, but we brothers haven't seriously stood up to each other yet. How about a fight?" Ye Junlin tried hard to get out of Yin Xue's emotions just now. He looked at Liang Bufan and said seriously.
"It's what I wish for." Liang Bufan responded, the profound energy all over his body surged, and the 'Beast Soul Transformation' quietly started to move, and golden scales instantly covered his body densely.
It was the first time for Ye Junlin to see the "Beast Soul Transformation" of the "Beast Warrior" so close. He couldn't help but secretly admired that such scale armor was almost worth a high-level mortal weapon. No wonder he said "Beast Warrior"
Compared to ordinary warriors, his combat power is more than five times stronger.
In Liang Bufan's hand, there was a silver spear inlaid with wolf teeth. It was the 'wolf fang gun' that Ye Junlin had just given to him.
"Hehe." Liang Bufan smiled, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "It seems unkind to use this gun to fight you."
"It doesn't matter." Faced with Liang Bufan and the 'spiritual weapon' in his hand, Ye Junlin remained calm and confident.
"Then, I'll start." Liang Bufan roared, and the silver gun in his hand moved like a strong wind.
A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.
The silver gun light pierced towards Ye Junlin's throat.
Ye Junlin did not take out the 'Red Flame Sword' again, which made everyone slightly surprised.
Ye Junlin's left hand suddenly moved, and countless cold air emanated from his whole body. Ye Junlin clearly felt that countless pure cold air continuously emerged from the 'Ice Mysterious Palace' in his Dantian.
His hands then condensed into substantial ice.
"Is this the power of 'Xuanshi'?" Ye Junlin secretly admired.
Countless ice powers, under Ye Junlin's control, instantly condensed into an extremely thick ice shield, blocking Ye Junlin's face.
"Qiang!"
Liang Bufan's silver spear pierced the thick ice shield, instantly making a metallic sound.
"This guy actually broke through to the 'Xuanshi level'." The young people, including Liang Bufan, looked at Ye Junlin in great surprise.
For a Xuanshi under the age of twenty, this is probably unprecedented in the history of Chixiao Mortal Realm.
Liang Bufan was surprised, but this did not mean that he gave up. Every soldier has his own pride, a pride that will never give up until the last moment.
The tip of Liang Bufan's spear was firmly against Ye Junlin's thick ice shield. Originally, his strength alone could not break Ye Junlin's ice shield.
However, with the mace gun, it's a different situation.
The wolf fang gun condensed Liang Bufan's profound energy into part of the metallic profound force. When these golden lights bombarded Ye Junlin's ice shield, the originally thick ice shield suddenly shattered.
Purple mist surged under Ye Junlin's feet, and his figure suddenly retreated.
Liang Bufan was like a ferocious dragon. Ye Junlin escaped, but he was not willing to let go.
Countless golden light overflowed from the silver spear, and the golden light condensed into sharp arrows, which flew towards Ye Junlin.
Strange handprints appeared on Ye Junlin's hands, and then, Ye Junlin's whole body was filled with blue light. A cold aura that was more powerful than the cold air in the mausoleum instantly covered this small space.
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"Ice Technique!"
Ye Junlin shouted loudly, and countless ice emerged from all directions. The golden arrows, silver fangs, and Liang Bufan's figure were all frozen by the ice...