Chapter 37 Fight with you

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Ye Jun's pupils shrank, and his sharpness was a little sharper than before he restrained!

"Brother Leng is so interested. If you have time, cut leaves here to play!"

He stood up slowly and arrogantly, and his all-black clothes were hunting in the north wind. He turned to look at Ye Jun. His eyes condensed, and a flash of excitement rose in his eyes, just like a gambler saw the dice. Ye Jun sweated a lot. He didn't come from the mountain behind his back, did he?

"I've been waiting for you for a long time! Well, it really didn't disappoint me!" Cold and arrogant. Ye Jun was stunned and dared to sit here for a long time!

Wh!

A cold dagger was sacrificed. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at Ye Jun. The surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and the general cold locked Ye Jun. He didn't even raise his cold and proud eyes: "Let's show the sword! I've wanted to fight with you for a long time!"

There is a sense of pride in Ye Jun's chest. Friends are easy to get, and good opponents are even more difficult to find! OK, let's try the results of the four months of Yanhun Cave today.

Miso!

The black-edge sword suddenly came out, and a strong sword spirit swung away in an instant, with a faint blood spirit. The black sword that killed tens of thousands of hot souls and undisguisedly released a strong murderous spirit. Although the tip of the sword was broken, it was still domineering. The chill that originally locked Ye Jun retreated in an instant.

Huh?

Leng Ao Jian's eyebrows stood up, and a more fanatical fighting spirit rose in his eyes. The momentum on his body climbed rapidly, the short sword buzzed, and a mass of ice fog gathered around the sword body.

Hum!

The black-ed sword buzzed unconvincedly, and the dark sword body ignited a flame.

A flash of shadow!

Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo!

hiss!

Like lightning, Leng Ao has stabbed out seven swords, and a small piece of cyan cloth fell in the wind! Seven swords Ye Jun blocked the six swords! The seventh sword cut his long sleeve.

Ye Jun brushed a piece of broken sleeve and praised, "Brother Leng, your fast sword!"

He said blankly with a cold and proud face, "I know how to do magic!"

"Good! Come again!"

Ye Jun shouted, and the momentum on the black sword suddenly rose, and a touch of red light flowed to the end of the sword. The tip actually formed a fiery red tip, and the top of the tip of the sword became brighter and brighter. Leng Aoda was excited, but he did not wait for Ye Jun to be full of sword momentum. His body jumped high and suddenly suppressed the snow all over the sky. Countless ice blades covered Ye Jun with the momentum of rain. There was a little cold star hidden in the ice blade, which was Leng Ao's magic sword.

Ye Jun only felt that the whole world had become white, and the cold wind roared by, like falling into an ice cellar, and a strong sword spirit locked himself to death. Ye Jun's heart is a sword! He even understood the meaning of the sword!

"The sun is really hot! Break it!"

Peng!

A dazzling scorching sun rose to the sky, dispelling the cold, and the black sword turned into a little red dot, facing the short sword hidden in thousands of ice blades.

Boom!

The collision of ice and fire! Two sharp swordswayed in all directions in the shock wave of the explosion!

Oh! Oh! Peng!

Dust and fallen leaves were everywhere, and more than a dozen maple trees that were already bare were instantly cut off by the sword and turned into more than a dozen tree stumps. The difference is that some tree stumps are scorched with wisps of smoke; some are covered with a thin layer of ice, revealing a trace of cold air.

Many disciples who don't know the truth came to watch and pointed out! His eyes are full of shock!

Ye Jun stood still. He was two feet short, his feet were deeply immersed in the soil, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the light of the black sword floated dimly above his head. Looking at the opposite side, Leng Ao knelt on one knee, his right-handed sword propped on the ground, and his temples were scattered! His face was pale, and there was a pool of blood on the ground, but his eyes paid close attention to Ye Jun.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and then laughed.

"Reasure!"

Ye Jun pulled out his legs from the soil, and his trousers became rotten strips of cloth, swaying in the wind! Ye Jun walked to Leng Ao and stretched out his right hand.

Leng Ao was stunned at first, and then a sunny smile appeared on his cold face. In an instant, he looked so innocent like the spring breeze.

Pup!

The two hands are tightly clasped together! Ye Jun pulled Leng Ao up hard! The two looked at each other and laughed. There seemed to be something more in each other's eyes. That was the look of pity.

"I lost!" He said coldly and arrogantly, and Ye Jun smiled and said, "I didn't win!"

"Hahaha!" The two laughed, and the onlookers were puzzled!

"They are not stupid, are they?"

That's right! One said he lost, and the other said he didn't win! Who will lose and who will win?

In fact, Leng Ao said that he lost because he was seriously injured! Ye Jun said that he didn't win because he won with his spiritual cultivation higher than Leng Ao, but his sword understanding was not as good as Leng Ao.

The two of them didn't say much and parted ways. Ye Jun continued to go to the spiritual garden, and Leng Ao walked out through the crowd.

Onlookers also dispersed one after another. This battle made Ye Jun's cold and proud name spread among the disciples of the Yanhun Hall, which was also unexpected. The crowd dispersed. Ouyang Duan turned out from behind the tree and only observed the stump carefully. There were still wisps of swords on it. Ouyang Duan's face was gloomy, but the waves were turbulent in his heart. Unexpectedly, Ye Jun, the boy, had become so powerful, and the cold pride also understood the meaning of the sword.

"Duan'er, what do you see?" A gentle voice sounded behind his back. Ouyang was shocked, his face instantly returned to normal, and he turned his head!

The tall and thin elder stood behind him with a blank face. Ouyang bowed and said, "Master, I didn't expect that both of them understood the meaning of the sword. The disciple is ashamed!"

The elder Fan's face was slightly heavy: "Duan'er, don't be arrogant. You have reached the third level of alchemy at the age of 20, and you are also outstanding among your peers!"

"But Ye Jun is only 17 years old and has been in the realm of refining his gods. When he first came, he was the spiritual layer." Ouyang Duan secretly regretted that he did not take action in the beast fantasy. The elder Fan's face turned cold: "Huh! Useless waste, since you know that you are not good enough, you should catch up and complain about yourself!"

Ouyang Duanjun blushed and said with his neck, "Disciples will definitely redouble their efforts!"

"Well, you should behave well on this trip to the misty forest. Don't lose my face! This Tianchen elixir can help you break through to the fourth level of alchemy. Take it!" Elder Fan raised his right hand, and a golden elixir slowly flew to Ouyang Duan.

Ouyang Duan was overjoyed. He reached out and clenched his hand tightly. He said confidently, "Master, don't worry, Duan'er will definitely humiliate the master."

"Hmm!"

Elder Fan turned around and walked away. Ouyang Duan was happy. With this Tianchen elixir, he could step into the fourth level of alchemy and go hand with Yan Yuner. Ye Jun was only in the first level of alchemy. He was looking for another opportunity to kill him in the misty forest, and the cold and arrogant. Anyone who threatened my status would die. Ouyang Duanjun's face twisted and became ferocious and horrible.

Ye Jun didn't know that he was remembered. He walked to the spiritual garden comfortably. Today, he played really well and found that he had a vague understanding. He hurriedly entered the spiritual garden and found his original burden in the collapsed hut. A purple handkerchief showed a corner, which was the one of Yuan Ziyi. He pulled it out and smelled it, with a faint fragrance on it. Ye Jun stuffed the handkerchief into his arms, put the bag in the storage bag, and then ran back to his residence in a hurry.

Seeing that the door was still locked, there was the delicate laughter of Linger's sister and Yan Yuner and the laughter of Rongrong from time to time. Ye Jun was depressed and reached out and knocked on the door. There was a panicked sound inside, followed by the sound of pulling clothes.

Ye Junda is puzzled. What are they doing? He patted the door hard again: "Sister Ling'er, open the door!" After a while, the door opened, and the two delicate faces were exposed, with a blush on the face, and the clothes and hair were a little messy.

Ye Jun was stunned and asked, "What are you doing? It took so long to open the door?" Yan Yuner's pretty face turned red, and her eyes dodged. Long Linger raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Do you want to take care of anything?"

That's right! Do you want to take care of it?" Rong Rong squeezed out her little head from the two and pouted at Ye Jun. This little guy is quite vengeful! Ye Jun touched his nose coyly!

"Hm?"

"How did your foot come from?" Only then did Long Linger find that Ye Jun's trousers had become a swaying piece of cloth, revealing his damaged feet.

Yan Yuner was shocked and scolded, "Bad guy, did you go to fight with someone?" Rong Rong squeezed out, squatted and stretched out her little hand to touch Ye Jun's injured place. She raised her little face and asked, "Why did the little brother get hurt? Does it hurt?"

Ye Jun leaned over and picked up Rong Rong: "Ha ha, it won't hurt if Rongrong kisses." Rongrong pouted and turned around and ignored Ye Jun: "Humph! Rongrong is still angry!"

Long Linger stretched out her two fingers and pinched the soft meat in Ye Jun's waist: "Don't say it yet! What the hell happened? Is the new shirt made like this? Yan Yuner also stretched out her jade hand and pinched Ye Jun on the other side! Rong Rong smiled and stretched out her hands and twisted Ye Jun's ears!

Ye Jun was so speechless that he had to confess Leng Ao without justice. Yan Yuner's phoenix stared: "It's him. The stinky guy is really useless. He can't even win the spiritual period. Why did Dad ask you to participate in the trial of the misty forest?"

Ye Jun rolled his eyes and was despised by this evil woman. Long Linger glanced at Yan Yuner anly. Yan Yuner stuck out her tongue and patted her towering chest: "Bad guy, I'll teach him a lesson for you next time!"

"Well, Sister Yun'er taught him a hard lesson, and she dared to hurt his little brother," Rongrong said with her little fist. Ye Jun was speechless again! Now I feel like I've suffered a loss outside. I'm a little boy who comes back to my parents crying.

Originally, Yan Yun'er was two years older than Long Ling'er, but now it's like Long Ling'er's sister. This may have something to do with her personality. Long Ling'er is ancient and thoughtful. Yan Yun'er is popular and popular, but she is obedient to Long Linger.

Long Linger gently twisted Ye Jun and said anly, "The new clothes I just made are broken. Let's see what else you will wear in the future?" Ye Jun took out the bag of the storage bag and said with a smile, "I'd better wear the clothes made by my mother!"

Long Linger's curved willow eyebrows stood up slightly: "Then the clothes I made are uncomfortable?"

"Uh!" Ye Jun was stunned. Was this dress actually made by Linger's sister? Ye Jun felt warm in his heart and said awkwardly, "I didn't mean that, I just..."

"What does that mean?" A cloud of water mist rose in Long Linger's bright eyes. Ye Jun was anxious and put Rongrong down, regardless of Yan Yuner's presence. He grabbed Long Linger's hand and said, "No, the clothes made by Linger's sister are very comfortable. I'm just not used to wearing them!"

"Puff!" Long Linger blushed and pulled her hand back. She straightened her face and ignored Ye Jun, but her eyes secretly blinked proudly at Yan Yuner twice. The meaning was obvious: Learn it!

Yan Yuner was stunned and sad. This stinky guy was really afraid of girls crying!

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