This incident was like a huge wave, setting off huge waves in everyone's heart.
The Yun family father and son have always been known as "martial arts idiots". In the "Purple Cloud Sea", there are only a handful of people who can be their rivals.
But the young man named 'Ye Junlin' in front of him defeated Yunfeng without much effort.
This was a bit unacceptable to the outer disciples and elders.
At this moment, Guan Ping should be the happiest. His face was filled with a rich smile, and he seemed to see that the throne of the 'sect master' was already waving to him.
Ye Junlin stood on the ring with a calm expression. He was not complacent about defeating Yunfeng.
When you are high-spirited, you can only be considered a half-hero if you are brave enough to sing loudly; if you are calm in the sea, you are the real king.
Ye Junlin stood on the stage, looking down at the many outer disciples. He suddenly felt like a human emperor, looking down at the people and ruling the world.
For a moment, the outer disciples in the stands seemed to be conquered by him.
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After a long time, the crowd below finally came to their senses.
Jiang Mu coughed awkwardly, pulling everyone back from their shock.
"Then, the game continues." Jiang Mu said, his eyes flickering between Song Miaoyu and Yang Gongcheng.
"Junior Brother Yang, as a man, shouldn't you go first?" Song Miaoyu laughed, and her pretty face was like a peach blossom in full bloom, which made people enchanted.
"Uh..." Yang Gongcheng hesitated for a moment, then a silly smile appeared on his honest face: "I won't go."
Yang Gongcheng answered simply and neatly.
"Are you going to let Senior Sister go first? Senior Sister is a girl!" Song Miaoyu put her hand on Yang Gongcheng's shoulder, looking so pitiful and heart-wrenching.
"Um..." Yang Gongcheng became very embarrassed, his dark face had turned the color of pig liver, and his breathing became heavy. He was the worst at dealing with such beautiful women pleading.
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Song Miaoyu looked at this innocent little virgin who was at a loss and couldn't help but giggle: "Junior brother, the Buddha said: If you don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"
Yang Gongcheng's heart was beating like a scurrying little rabbit at this moment. Just when his mind was about to lose control, a cold look came from behind him.
That look in his eyes undoubtedly came from Ye Junlin.
Yang Gongcheng remembered what Ye Junlin told him, and bit his lip hard, as if he had made a very difficult decision.
"If I don't go to hell, whoever wants to go will go there." Yang Gongcheng shook off Song Miaoyu's hand and said viciously.
"Humph!" Song Miaoyu yelled: "You are really not a man!" Then, with a delicate body, she jumped onto the ring.
"Huh..." Yang Gongcheng breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just experienced a shocking battle.
"Miaoyu, this kid, is getting more and more naughty." Shui Ruyu laughed softly in the stands.
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On the ring, Song Miaoyu and Ye Junlin looked at each other. There was no murderous intent or hostility, but instead there was an aura of ambiguity.
Song Miaoyu has a charming body and a natural ability to tempt men. Therefore, she is very confident. She believes that no man can escape from her grasp.
"Haha..." Song Miaoyu laughed, as if cherry blossoms were falling all over the sky, arousing people's endless reverie.
"Oh, junior brother, don't look at me like this! People can be shy." After Song Miaoyu finished speaking, her face turned red, and she seemed to be really shy.
"Senior sister, you are thinking too much, I am not looking at you." Ye Junlin answered decisively.
"Are you willing to hit someone who is so cute?" Song Miaoyu raised her orchid fingers and walked towards Ye Junlin step by step.
"I'm willing to give it up." Ye Junlin was like an ignorant pimple, turning a blind eye to Song Miaoyu's 'beauty', and suddenly took action with the 'Red Flame Sword' in his hand.
"Ah -" Song Miaoyu didn't have any precautions. When she saw a sword light swinging towards her, she had no choice but to dodge it in embarrassment.
"Oh, junior brother, how come you don't know how to show mercy to women?" Song Miaoyu collapsed on the ground, with pear blossoms and rain on her face, which made people feel distressed just to see her.
At that moment, Ye Junlin seemed to have entered a dream. He seemed to see a picture like this: a loving couple, they lived in a peaceful environment, the man farmed and the woman weaved, and they lived a happy life.
It's delicious, just like that, it's been a hundred years in a blink of an eye.
A hundred years later, they met again, in an arena, and they were about to fight.
Ye Junlin suddenly saw that the male and female protagonists in the picture seemed to be him and Song Miaoyu!
"Jun Lin, come here and help me." Song Miaoyu's voice, like an ethereal song, entered his mind again.
As if possessed by a demon, Ye Junlin actually put down the 'Red Flame Sword' in his hand and slowly walked towards Song Miaoyu.
A proud smile appeared on Song Miaoyu's face.
Ye Junlin walked to Song Miaoyu's side and gently helped Song Miaoyu up. His hands gently brushed her suet-like skin, just like the breeze blowing across the blue wave lake.
The wind suddenly picked up and ruffled a pool of spring water.
"Jun Lin, please don't hit me, okay?" Song Miaoyu said very touchingly, but in her hand, there was an extra green dagger, like a poisonous snake, slowly slashing towards Ye Junlin's neck.
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"That's it." Song Miaoyu said, with an even more proud look on her face.
"Sure enough, no one can escape Senior Sister Song's 'Charming Illusion Technique'!" Yang Gongcheng sighed secretly with his head full of black lines.
Just when Song Miaoyu's dagger was about to scratch Ye Junlin's neck, a big hand suddenly stretched out and snatched the dagger from Song Miaoyu's slender hand.
Without giving Song Miaoyu any chance to resist, endless sword energy suddenly surged out of that big hand, as if if she wasn't careful, the sword energy would cut through Song Miaoyu's skin that had been damaged by the blow.
"Senior sister, don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee the integrity of your beautiful face." Ye Junlin said, his other hand not idle.
I saw that the hand that did not shine with sword energy pinched Song Miaoyu's plump breasts in an extremely obscene manner.
This time, Song Miaoyu's pretty face turned pale in an instant.
"Let go, you stinking gangster, let go! Let go!" Song Miaoyu cursed.
"Let go, senior sister, you have to admit defeat first?" Ye Junlin suddenly became more obscene.
"Okay, okay, okay, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" Although Song Miaoyu was good at the 'charm technique', this was the first time she was molested like this by a strange man, and she couldn't help but lose her sense of proportion.
"Tenth Elder, look..." Ye Junlin said to Jiang Mu.
"You win. Let go of Miaoyu." Jiang Mu seemed to be unable to stand it anymore.
"Oh, okay!" Ye Junlin responded, his figure flashed, and he quickly rushed to the other side of the ring. He stayed far away from Song Miaoyu, for fear that Song Miaoyu would fight with him in anger.
Women are actually the most difficult to deal with.
"Hmph! You pervert! Rogue! Bastard!" Song Miaoyu was like an erupting volcano, and her anger instantly swept across the entire arena.
On the stands, countless male disciples were filled with indignation when they saw their goddess being 'bullied'.
"Ye Junlin, this bastard, bastard..."
"How dare you bully Senior Sister Miaoyu? You may choke to death on the water you drink!"
The foul language was released from the stands and filled the entire square. If they hadn't been unable to defeat Ye Junlin, they would have gone up to fight in a group.
Ye Junlin looked at all this indifferently, without comment.
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The 'Song Miaoyu incident' finally subsided after a very long period of time.
Ye Junlin's eyes fell on Yang Gongcheng: "Come up!"
"good!"
Yang Gongcheng responded, his burly body leaping onto the stage...