Chapter 15 bullying!

Murong Qingcheng's head is full of green silk, dancing without wind, and the spirit of the underworld is about to burst out in an instant to resist Yang Poxiao's strange spiritual power!

"Hahaha, Brother Murong, I don't know who this little brother is. Why does he look so faceless?"

After all, Yang Tian is not comparable to a hairy boy who has just made his debut like Yang Poxiao. With a few words, he solved the tense scene.

When Murong Qingcheng and Yang Poxiao heard Yang Tian's mouth, they both slowly put away the spiritual power scattered everywhere.

Ye Qingyan smiled, looked up at Yang Tian in front of him, and said lightly, "I have seen a few people in Ye Xiaoyao!"

Ye Jiuxiao's men have been chasing him non-stop, so it is inconvenient for him to reveal his real name, so he has to use his title of "Xiaoyao" as his name.

"This is my adopted son, Ye Xiaoyao!"

Murongjue got up and stopped Ye Qingyan behind him. He also did not say Ye Qingyan's real name, because he knew that the people in front of him were not trustworthy. In case they went out to reveal the news to Ye Jiuxiao, Ye Qingyan's identity would be revealed in front of the world. At that time, Ye Qingyan would be really dangerous. .

Yang Tian seemed to have returned to his original gentle elegance and raised his eyebrows and said, "Son, why haven't you heard of Brother Murong mention it before?"

Murongjue shook his sleeves and said softly; "It's just that I didn't say anything before!"

Yang Tian nodded without saying anything, raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything.

"At the same time," Murong never paused, smiled bitterly, and said, "At the same time, she is also the husband of Qingcheng's choice!"

"Boom-"

When Yang Poxiao heard the word "husband", he became violent in an instant. His expression was ferocious, and his eyes were full of fierceness. The cold spiritual power around him broke out in an instant. The tables and chairs around him were smashed by the impact of power in an instant. Wood chips flew around Yang Poxiao and rotated violently. An unusually strange and cold force in his The cohesion between the palms of the hand, looking at its form, seems to take action against Ye Qingyan in an instant!

"The adopted son? Husband? Brother Murong, I heard it right!"

Yang Tian's tone was full of incredible, and he seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world.

Murong Jue can only repay with a wry smile.

Yang Tian laughed. He didn't expect such a farce to happen to Murong Jue. He thought that if this matter spread, then the original group of brothers would definitely break their laughter. At the beginning, the group of guys, who were defeated by the young Murong Jue, were all angry and had long wanted to find a chance to revenge, but this Over the years, Murong Jue has been riding Juechen, and his profound skills have far surpassed others, making them and Murong Jue lose their qualification to stand opposite each other, let alone challenge. If they know that something like this happened to Murong Jue, they will definitely raise their glasses and get drunk for three days.

"Laughing, I'll tell you, Xiao Yang, I don't want this to spread, otherwise, you know my means!" Murong Jue sneered at the corners of his mouth, wrapped his hands around him, stared at Yang Tian, who was laughing coldly, and threatened.

Hearing the threat of Murong Jue, who was angry, Yang Tian's laughter stopped abruptly. He was really a little afraid of the crazy Murong Jue. He deeply knew how terrible Murong Jue was.

In those years, for the woman who came from an ordinary background but devoted all the beautiful things in the world, Murong Jue killed one by one sword and became crazy. He killed three entrances and three exits in the Nether Hall, angrily beheaded the four elders, killed the eight guardians, and became bloodthirsty and became demons. Since then, Murong Jue has shocked the world.

After this war, the whole world knows that there is a bloodthirsty sword demon in the mysterious Nether Hall. His name is Murong Jue!

The name of the sword demon has been famous all over the world since then!

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Yang Poxiao ignored Yang Tian and Murong Jue and stared at Ye Qingyan's eyes, which were full of ferocious and terrible, just like the countless deep hatreds between them. Even if they poured out the water of the three rivers and five lakes, it was hard to say the anger in his heart.

"Damn evil beast, do you dare to compete with me with Yang Poxiao for women?"

Yang Poxiao stared at Ye Qingyan, who was slender and well-proportioned, with red eyes and his face full of violent anger.

Ye Qingyan frowned and said, "Your Excellency, don't you feel that you are too arrogant?"

"What are you? I'm so old that no one dares to teach me a lesson!" Yang Poxiao's tone was so arrogant that he didn't seem to pay attention to Ye Qingyan at all.

Ye Qingyan's eyes became as indifferent as ice in an instant, and his black pupils did not seem to contain any emotion. He lowered his head, restrained his eyebrows, and smiled gently.

Murong Jue turned around and said lightly, "Yang, you are too arrogant!"

Murong Jue's tone is faint and his voice is faint, but in this faint tone, it makes people feel an irreversible force.

When Yang Poxiao, who was originally furious, heard Murong Jue's words, the breath on his body suddenly restrained, and his cold spiritual power suddenly contracted. At this time, Yang Tian's body flashed. Suddenly, he appeared in front of Yang Poxiao's body. As soon as he stretched out, a momentum belonging to the peak king surged out, overwhelmingly, towards Yang Poxiao and himself swept away and wrapped themselves tightly, fearing that Murong would suddenly take action on the two of them.

But he didn't expect that Yang Poxiao, who was blocked behind him, took a big step to the left and looked directly at Murong Jue in front of him. There was no dodge in his eyes, and said neither humble nor arrogantly, "Uncle Murong, but this matter can't end like this. Otherwise, it's an insult to me and an insult to my soul sect!"

Murong Jue looked at the young man in front of him, but he was a little more surprised. He seemed to despise Yang Poxiao in front of him. Under his own pressure, he was still well-founded, neither humble nor arrogant. He could already be called a young hero. Suddenly, a light flashed in his heart, and it seemed that the boy in front of him could be Yan's first grindstone!

Looking at Yang Poxiao in front of him and Ye Qingyan beside him. Murong Jue's eyes were a little more evil, and he smiled and said to Yang Poxiao, "Kid, what do you want?"

"Shame, only blood can be washed away!"

Yang Poxiao finally showed his bloody fangs, twisting Ye Qingyan's eyes like a bloodthirsty beast, facing the prey approaching the entrance, ferocious and cruel.

"No, Yang Poxiao, your age and strength are far stronger than Xiaoyao, which is unfair!"

In the face of the dangerous situation Ye Qingyan was about to face, Murong Qingcheng also lost his usual lady and elegance. He stood up and shouted coldly.

"Hahaha, is it fair? There is no absolute fairness in the world, boy. As long as you dare to fight with me, I will no longer care about today's affairs. Will you fight or not?

Fight or not?