Chapter 16 One Mind Two Uses!

Fight or not?

This is a question worth thinking about.

Yang Poxiao, at the age of 18, has the cultivation of the triple heaven of the evil world. Even Shen Feiyan, who is quite proud, has to admit that he is far inferior to him at his age. Of course, this does not rule out that the forces behind Yang Poxiao have greatly cultivated and supported him. Fu, skills, martial arts, natural resources and treasures, there is nothing missing!

As the only descendant of a super figure of the Soul Sect, Yang Poxiao naturally gets the best training and treatment. Naturally, his cultivation is almost the same as those people who are talented but come from different from clouds and mud, one in the sky and the other underground.

In fact, there is nothing fair or unfair. If you have a good life, you are already ahead of most people. Others have to try their best to obtain advanced skills and advanced martial arts, but for some people, it is readily available.

In fact, there has never been equality in the world. The so-called equality of everyone is just a lie of self-deception.

"War, why don't you fight?"

Ye Qingyan's voice is clear and has a unique charm, which is unforgettable.

Ye Qingyan opened his mouth to fight, which made Yang Poxiao a little stunned. He originally thought that Ye Qingyan would not fight. He saw clearly that Ye Qingyan had just entered the mysterious realm. Compared with him, his cultivation was simply very different. In fact, as long as a slightly normal person would not agree to Yang Poxiao's choice. Provocation, because it is clear that it is death, the gap between the Xuanhuang Realm and the evil realm cannot be said. What's more, one has just entered the Xuanhuang realm, and the other is the triple heaven of the evil realm.

In fact, Yang Poxiao opened his mouth just to force Ye Qingyan and not accept his challenge. In that case, Murong Qingcheng would see Ye Qingyan's cowardice and humbleness. Naturally, he would be disappointed with Ye Qingyan in his heart. At that time, Yang Poxiao's opportunity will come. Although this is a little despicable, this will be a little difficult for Yang Po For Xiao, it's nothing. In the power, it's just a common thing. Moreover, for Yang Poxiao, it's not despicable, but just a means.

However, he miscalculated Ye Qingyan's wisdom. "Qingcheng Prince" is famous for his wisdom. How could Ye Qingyan not see the trap Yang Poxiao set for him? Of course, he is confident that even if he chooses to retreat now, Murong Qingcheng's view of himself will not change at all. The two will even live and die together. After experiencing it, this little storm is nothing.

But Ye Qingyan still chose to fight, nothing else. Even in order to prove that Murong Qingcheng's vision was not wrong, he must fight!

Men are just fighting, and the battle is shocking!

At this moment, the masked girl in white, who had never opened her mouth, gently opened her red lips, "How about let Mengyue say something?"

The other people were stunned first, and then all nodded.

"There is indeed a big gap in strength between Breaking Dawn and this Xiaoyao. That's good. If this Xiaoyao can survive 30 moves in the hands of Breaking Dawn, how about taking over today's matter?" Yang Mengyun's veil is masked, white clothes are floating, and he has a bit of dusty demeanor.

"Okay, I promise, and as long as this boy named Xiaoyao can survive 30 moves in my hand, then I will give him this sword!"

Yang Poxiao shook his right hand gently, and the blue ring on his finger flashed, and a three-foot sword had appeared in his hand.

"Space Ring!"

Ye Qingyan's eyes lit up, and the space ring is the most popular storage equipment on the mainland and a must for traveling around the mainland.

The blue sword is about three feet long and three fingers wide. The whole body shines with a faint blue light. There seem to be countless stars radiating blue light on it, full of dreamlike beauty.

As soon as Ye Qingyan saw this sword, he fell in love with it for no reason. I don't know why Ye Qingyan has a special obsession with swords since he was a child. Maybe it's the worship of the ancient chivalrous and righteous swordsman, or maybe it's the inexplicable feeling of this most elegant weapon in the world. Ye Qingyan told himself when he was very young that he must be a swordsman and a peerless swordsman in the future!

"Okay, I promise!" Although Ye Qingyan knew that he would not be Yang Poxiao's opponent, he thought that with his swordsmanship and fingering, coupled with his strong body comparable to the strong man, it was not a big problem to resist 30 moves.

"No, light...free, don't!" Murong Qingcheng's beautiful eyes were full of worry and panic.

Ye Qingyan walked to Murong Qingcheng's side, stretched out his left hand and gently combed Murong Qingcheng's black hair. He smiled and said, "Sister, you have to believe me!"

Murong Qingcheng was stunned, and Ye Qingyan called herself sister again. She clearly remembered that Ye Qingyan had been calling herself 'Qingcheng' last night.

seemed to see the other party's doubts. Ye Qingyan whispered, "In the future, I will always call you sister, okay?"

Murong Qingcheng seemed to understand what Ye Qingyan meant and nodded, and his eyes were full of sweetness.

Murong Jue said solemnly, "Okay, Xiaoyao, since you agreed, you have nothing to say as a father. Be careful!"

"Young master, be careful!"

Shen Feiyan knew that Ye Qingyan could no longer be called His Highness in front of people in the future, so she had an idea and changed his name to the young master. After all, there are few highnesses in the world, which is easy to make people suspicious, but there are countless young masters. Such a name is not a blasphemy of Ye Qingyan's noble identity.

Ye Qingyan nodded and walked to Murong Jue's martial arts arena with everyone.

In the huge martial arts arena, Ye Qingyan and Yang Poxiao stood opposite each other and quietly stared at their opponents.

"Let's do it!" Ye Qingyan said lightly.

When Yang Poxiao saw it at this time, Ye Qingyan had not bowed his head at all and dared to let himself take action first. It was really impatient. In addition, when he saw the intimate posture of Ye Qingyan and Murong Qingcheng just now, he was jealous and said coldly, "Kid, suffer!"

"Eighting Soul Sutra, Soul Destroying Palm!"

With a palm, Yang Poxiao's cold spiritual power all over his body was quickly released and slowly rotated in front of his palm, but his body quickly rushed to Ye Qingyan at a strange pace, and the palm wind directly hit Ye Qingyan's face!

"Flower finger!"

"Reincarnation formula, reincarnation fist!"

When Ye Qingyan saw Yang Poxiao's action, his body flashed in an instant, tossing and shooting at Yang Poxiao. At the same time, he clenched his right hand and punched out with a punch. Then, his left hand pointed out and shot at Yang Poxiao!

"One heart, two purposes!" The onlookers were shocked, which... This is the emperor's ability to envy!

Yang Poxiao's every palm will leave traces on Ye Qingyan's body, palm to meat. Although Ye Qingyan's cultivation is inferior, his body is superb, and he can use it with two purposes, which can offset the strength gap between many of the two.

Ye Qingyan stepped on the sky, his left hand with his flower finger, and his right hand reincarnation fist. It is difficult to distinguish with Yang Poxiao. In the blink of an eye, 20 moves have passed!