Chapter 13

"What? The new intern, who only has condensate gas, wants to challenge Zhao long? "

"That boy is bold enough

Ye Chen challenges the story of Yang Feng Zhao Long, and has a great disturbance in the outer gate of Heng Yue Zong. So that the disciples who run out to absorb the essence of the sun and moon in the early morning are all running towards a direction to gather.

From a distance, it was a battle platform, surrounded by disciples.

This battle platform is called Fengyun platform. It is the place where hengyuezong's disciples compete and solve their personal grievances. Over the years, there have been no more than 1000 or 800 disciples who lack arms and legs due to fighting on Fengyun platform.

At the moment, ye Chen, with the sky que on his back, seems to be standing on the platform of the wind and cloud. His body is straight and straight, and he is still in the changeable wind and cloud, like a monument that will never collapse.

"Is that ye Chen? My new trainee of hengyuezong? "

Under the wind and cloud stage, there are many comments, mostly pointing at Ye Chen, but when it comes to Ye Chen's age and cultivation, they all show disdain.

"I heard that the head of the three main peaks of the outer gate didn't want to take him as his apprentice, so he became an intern."

"Is it hard for him to challenge Zhao long so as to attract the attention of the three main peaks and accept him as an apprentice?"

"Eighty percent."

Ye Chen turned a deaf ear to the comments around him. The white fist in his sleeve made his body tremble.

"Here comes Zhao long." Accompanied by a voice, he suddenly looked back and looked at the end of the crowd.

There, more than a dozen Di Yang Feng disciples in gorgeous Taoist robes swarmed around Zhao long. All of them were arrogant and arrogant, so arrogant and arrogant that the disciples on the scene did not dare to provoke him and made way for him.

"Hello, senior brother Zhaolong."

"I've met elder martial brother Zhaolong."

Along the way, the disciples on both sides bowed over and their words were full of self-evident compliments.

Yeah!

Zhao long, a senior brother's sect leader, has his hands on his back. He doesn't squint and looks indifferent. I don't know. Do you really think this guy is an elder with advanced accomplishments?

Under the attention of all the people, Zhao Long came to the stage of the wind and cloud. He gave a disdainful glance at Ye Chen and said, "Ye Chen, I don't want to go to you. Do you want to live for too long?"

"On stage." For Zhao Long's disdain and abuse, ye Chen opened his mouth and only revealed these two words.

"What do you dare to talk to senior brother Zhao like that?" Without waiting for Zhao long to speak, a disciple of Diyang peak who came to assist in the battle behind him yelled, "with you also need elder martial brother Zhao to do it in person?"

With that, the disciple was about to rush to the battle platform, but was stopped by Zhao long.

"Since younger martial brother Ye is challenging me, why don't you go and learn some moves? Our Diyang peak has always been fair, and we can't break the rules of Fengyun platform, can't we?"

The quiet words sounded, and Zhao long had already thrown off his clothes and robes, and his toes were on the ground like the wind. His elegant and free body method caused a large number of female disciples to scream.

Hearing the sound, Zhao long turned back his hands again.

He seems to enjoy the flattery and awe of the eyes below, so that he is flying straight.

Hum!

On the other side, ye Chen has drawn out the sky que. The sword is huge and heavy, cuts through the air, and sends out the sound of buzzing.

"Come on With the sonorous words, ye Chen is ready for the war.

"Don't worry." With a playful glance at Ye Chen, Zhao Long's mouth raised a wry smile, "Fengyun platform has always had a good fight since ancient times. Younger martial brother Ye Chen doesn't want to gamble with me?"

What does Zhao's words mean to win a moment!

On the Fengyun stage, both sides can make a bet and make a bet. The winning party can take all the bets. The bet is either a spirit stone, a spirit liquid pill, or a mysterious skill. As long as both sides agree, anything that can be thought of can be bet.

In zhengyangzong, ye Chen has been on Fengyun platform more than once. He understands the rules.

"Bet on what." Ye Chen's words are plain, without any emotion.

"If anyone loses, he will be his servant for the rest of his life." Zhao long had a faint smile, and a shrewd light flashed in his eyes.

"The bet is too much." Below a moment of an uproar, "a lifetime of servants, that is no different from the contract of sale, ye Chen this time can play big hair."

"What do you think, Mr. Ye?" Zhao Long looks at Ye Chen with great interest. His chin is lifted high, full of provocation.

Under the attention of the public, ye Chen's mouth flashed a sneer, "elder martial brother Zhao wants to bet, we can't bet a little bigger."

Oh?

Zhao Long raised his eyebrows and laughed, "but I don't know what ye wants to gamble on."

"Bet. Life."

Hiss!

Smell speech, below is full of the voice of the air conditioner.

What a hatred! This is to live forever!It's normal to see blood on this stage, but there has never been such a precedent.

I'm afraid all of us didn't expect Ye Chen to come out like this. If an intern student of Congqi Yizhong wants to gamble his life with a disciple of the sixth heaven of condensation gas, is this crazy or out of his mind.

Opposite, Zhao Long's eyes have narrowed slightly.

He thought that the bet he had made was big enough. He never thought Ye Chen would be more crazy. He still had a life to be a servant. However, this gamble is not a joke. If he moves carelessly, his life will not be there!

"Boy, do you know what you're talking about?" A cold voice, Zhao longan is full of sinister, only these two people said the bet, he Zhao long in momentum has been weak Ye Chen one chip.

"What? Did you

"Yes?" Smell speech, Zhao long on the spot burst out laughing, laughing, laughter suddenly stopped, eyes full of ferocious looking at Ye Chen, sneering, "I bet, you want to die, that can not blame me."

Before the words fall, Zhao long steps on the battle platform like a gust of wind rushing towards Ye Chen. The true Qi of Dantian rushes out, and there is genuine Qi running between his palms and fingers. Ling Tian slaps Ye Chen's tianlinggai.

Hum!

Ye Chen swings his arm, and tianque Epee swings out of the way.

Pound!

Zhao Long clapped his palm on the sky palace, and the sound of metal collision came out, which made the sky que hum and tremble. But he was also shocked by the strength of the sky tower, and his hands were numb.

"It's a shame on you." Zhao Long gave a cold cry when he was forced to retreat.

"Look down on me, you will die miserably." The cold voice carries cold murderous spirit, ye Chen has swung the Tu Xing to come.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Soon, the sound of tetanus was incessantly heard. The heavy sky que struck the air and hummed. The people under the stage were swallowing. The sky tower was huge and heavy. If it was hit, it would not feel very good.

"How can this boy be so strong?"

"The quantity of condensed Qi is rare, so we need to separate out the real Qi to control the tianque. In this way, not only the real Qi will be consumed, but also the speed will be slowed down by the weight of tianque. Ye Chen is not wise to choose tianque." There is a wise disciple pondering, but ye Chen's practice, is gently shaking his head.

"However, a condensate can walk through three moves in Zhao Long's hand, and ye Chen has two down skills."

Bang Dang!

The clear sound interrupted the discussion below. Before the five moves arrived, the sky Que in Ye Chen's hand had already been beaten out by Zhao long.

At this point, there have been many sighs and many people have left the arena. In this war without suspense, except for some frightening bets, there is nothing to be brilliant about.

"I see what else you can rely on." Zhao Long took a cold drink, stepped out one step, waved out three blades, and then he followed the blade closely. His momentum was fierce, and he had the posture to defeat Ye Chen at one stroke.

Ye Chen sneered. Without the weight of tianque, he felt much more relaxed. The suppressed blood flowed faster, and the boiling blood was ready to burn. Even the muscles and bones of his body, there was a sound of click.

War!

With a sudden burst of drinking, ye Chen stepped on the ground and shot out like a shell. When the three blades were about to pierce his body, he jumped up like an ape and avoided the three blades.

This is the ape column in the profound meaning of animal heart anger.

Ye Chen easily dodged the three blades, which surprised Zhao long. He was closely following the three blades. Ye Chen had already passed over his head. It was very difficult for him to change his body shape when he leaned forward at such a close distance.

It's all in between.

"Get down here."

Only smell Ye Chen a cold drink, his whole body strength and true spirit, all gathered in the right leg above, knot solid kick in Zhao Long's face.