In the White Horse Tower.

"I wonder what kind of explanation Mr. Ye wants?" Zhang San leaned on the stone chair, with unconcealed mockery and ridicule on his face, and looked at Ye Qingyu with a smile.

Behind him, Zhao Ruyun, who stood straight like a javelin, also raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

As a young and strong sect among the transfer officials of the logistics department, Zhao Ruyun was also quite admired by Zhang San, the immediate boss, so he also knew some of Zhang San's temperaments. Zhao Ruyun knew very well that when that expression appeared on the face of the immediate boss, it meant that someone was going to be in trouble.

He looked at Ye Qingyu coldly.

He was waiting for the moment when Ye Qingyu was unlucky.

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Ye Qingyu smiled indifferently.

As if he didn't notice the teasing in Zhang San's breath, the young man said seriously: "The explanation I want is very simple. Whoever frames the White Horse Tower behind his back will take the initiative to stand up and accept military law sanctions and use military pay as a trap to frame others. This is a very serious violation of military law and cannot be forgiven."

When Zhang San heard this, he opened his mouth and smiled.

Behind him, Zhao Ruyun smiled even more sarcastically, looking at Ye Qingyu as if he was looking at an idiot.

"What if the person who plays a flower gun behind you is me?" Zhang San's feet were placed on the table and shaking it arrogantly, causing the whole table to shake. He looked up at Ye Qingyu, and there was a faint joking in his tone.

Ye Qingyu's eyes were straight, staring at Zhang San's eyes without any fear, and said, "Is there any difference?"

Zhang San was slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "What do you mean, if that person is me, do you want me to accept the sanctions of military law?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Ye Qingyu also smiled faintly: "Even Lord Lu Chaoge, who violates military law, has to pay the corresponding price. Why can't Radical Zhang? Does Radical Zhang feel that he has reached the point where he can ignore military law?"

"Rareless, you are looking for death." Zhao Ruyun shouted angrily at the right time.

Ye Qingyu looked up at him.

His eyes were filled with contempt and disdain.

At this moment, Zhao Ruyun felt a sense of frustration that was both shocked and angry.

Ye Qingyu's eyes expressed too much chill at that moment, and one of the most direct and stinging Zhao Ruyun's self-esteem is what you are and is worthy of speaking here?

The atmosphere was a little silent.

Zhang San looked at Ye Qingyu's expression carefully and confirmed that the young man in front of him was not joking about sensationalism. He smiled and nodded.

"It's great to be young, with passion in your heart, and you do things without scruples. This kind of meaninglessness like a naughty man can often be envied. However... young people, some things cannot be solved by passion. I have seen many stubborn little guys like you, but in the end they either become corpses on the battlefield, or become silent and decadent, their talents are quickly depressed, and they hang out with their tails."

Speaking of this, Zhang San's feet were withdrawn from the table.

"It's like this table, the material is too hard. If it can't be softer, it will easily break once it encounters pressure." As his voice fell, the stone table trembled slightly, and suddenly turned into a pile of white powder like flour in silence. I don't know when it was shattered by Zhang Sanyi's outstanding inner essence.

This skill is indeed extremely skillful.

The legendary [Ghost Shou] Zhang San is not only the radical of the logistics department, but also a strong man with outstanding martial arts. It is said that he had already entered the realm of the sea of ​​suffering ten years ago.

A gloating smile appeared on Zhao Ruyun's face.

He almost laughed out loud.

I saw it, what happened to this table.

Haha, why do you, Ye Qingyu, fight with Zhang radical?

In terms of official position and qualifications in the Youyan Army, Radical Zhang is a founding hero in the army and has made countless contributions. Just various medals can form a chain mail together. Ye Qingyu has only been in the Youyan Army for two or three months. What qualifications are you? You are far inferior to you.

In terms of martial arts strength, Radical Zhang was a powerful man in the Kuhai Realm more than ten years ago, and Ye Qingyu was just a mere Lingquan Realm, even less than 108,000 miles away.

You are far from these two most important strength standards. If it weren't for your luck, you were named as a heroic soldier by the military headquarters. You have been repeatedly hyped up and promoted it, and it has some special political significance. Radical Zhang still has the time and mood to talk nonsense with you today. You would have asked someone to tie you up and hang it on the [Declaration Stake] at the gate of the logistics department. You will be hung for ten days and ten nights. Then you will see if you accept it.

Ye Qingyu looked at the white rock powder on the ground and was silent for a moment.

Just when Zhao Ruyun felt that the unlucky sword envoy of the camp was about to surrender, Ye Qingyu suddenly spoke.

"You pay for it," he said.

"What?" Zhang San was stunned.

Ye Qingyu said seriously: "You broke my table and lost money."

Zhang Sanyi was stunned.

He had already imagined what kind of reaction this young sword envoy would have under his own coercion and temptation - there were roughly two types, either silently surrendering or holding on to the end, but he never expected that such a sentence would appear in Ye Qingyu's mouth.

Compensation for the table?

Crazy?

Is this a table problem?

The focus of the topic is whether it is worthy of a table?

Zhang San felt that he was being teased.

He looked at Ye Qingyu with a slight annoyance.

At this moment, Zhang San suddenly felt ridiculous and sarcastic.

He felt that the reason why this young sword envoy in the camp has always been so tough that he had to deal with Zhao Ruyun even though he knew that he was protecting his shortcomings was not because he was really full of justice, but just because this kid had a problem with his nerves.

This Ye Qingyu is simply a lunatic.

He had a problem with his brain, so he couldn't tell the importance of it.

A man who is mentally normal will never be able to weigh the pros and cons of it and must provoke himself.

Zhang San took out a ingot of red gold from the storage ring and threw it to Ye Qingyu's feet. He smiled and said, "A stone table is only worth one or two silvers. This ingot of red gold is worth one or two feet of silver. You don't need to find it anymore. You are ready for the rest. If you go out and bump into it that day, or you are beaten and slapped by someone, you can buy some soup and drink it."

This is a naked threat.

Ye Qingyu looked at Chi Jin under his feet, and then looked at Zhang San with a sneer on the other side. He suddenly had an illusion that the person sitting opposite him was not a senior boss of the [Youyan Legion] holding heavy power, but a gangster who extorted on the street.

It is really a strange thing for such a person to sit at the position of the head of the baggage department.

After thinking about it, Ye Qingyu stretched out his hand, urging his inner body, and sucked his palm.

Chijin flew into his hands.

The moment he started, Ye Qingyu was about to say something, when a sudden change suddenly arose - suddenly a very hot breath burst out from the red gold, as if he was holding a small sun in his palm. The terrifying heat instantly melted half of his arm.

What a Zhang San, who actually left a secret force in the red gold.

Ye Qingyu was surprised and calm on the surface, but he secretly mobilized Wu Shang Bingyan as soon as possible.

I saw a faint silver light flashing between his five fingers.

The hot and dark energy in the red gold disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Thank you, Radical Zhang." Ye Qingyu smiled, gently stroked his nails on the golden ingot, cut off a corner like cutting tofu, and threw back the small red gold man, most of the remaining pieces, and said, "I only take what I deserve, and I dare not take it extra, otherwise I would be said to have stolen military pay. I can't bear such a crime."

The gold ingot turned into an arc and threw it towards Zhang San's face.

"Rareless, you are looking for death!"

Zhao Ruyun was shocked and angry. Ye Qingyu was really trying to kill himself. He dared to use such rude things to throw away the radical Zhang's face. Even the commander of the four main battle camps would not dare to do this.

He stepped out and reached out to grab the gold ingot.

Just one claw and buy the gold ingot.

"Little Bazai, you should die ten thousand times..." Zhao Ruyun angrily scolded. With Zhang San by his side, he didn't take Ye Qingyu seriously at all.

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill burst out from his palm.

When I looked down, my face suddenly felt uncontrollable horror.

I saw a layer of light silver frost burst into pieces along his palm, and in just a moment, it frozen half of his arm. The silver frost was extremely terrifying. Wherever he passed, his arm completely lost consciousness. He wanted to burst out the inner world to resist the cold, but found that his inner world could not activate in his arm.

"ah……"

Zhao Ruyun screamed in horror.

In a blink of an eye, the silver frost spread to his shoulders.

Seeing this, Zhang San snorted lightly, slapped out with a palm, and gently printed it on Zhao Ruyun's shoulder.

A warm current injected into Zhao Ruyun's body to resist the cold air of silver frost.

Seeing Zhang San taking action, Zhao Ruyun breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind.

“Huh?”

A hint of surprise suddenly flashed on Zhang San's face, which was originally contemptuous and relaxed, and he randomly slapped the palm of Zhao Ruyun's shoulder, slight shock, and then suddenly burst out with a dazzling orange color, a terrifying burst of heat.

The next moment, the silver frost on Zhao Ruyun's shoulder finally slowly disappeared.

Zhao Ruyun's expression finally relaxed.

"Little Bastard, are you showing off your awesomeness? It's really a clown who is overestimating his abilities." He cursed. In his opinion, with Zhang San taking action, Ye Qingyu's little cultivation was not worth mentioning at all.

But he didn't see the faint silver frost that had not yet dissipated between Zhang Sanwu's fingers.

Zhao Ruyun turned around respectfully and presented the half piece of red gold in his hand to Zhang San behind him with both hands.

Zhang San took over Chi Jin.

There was a hint of undetectable shock in his expression. He pinched Chi Jin in his hand and played with it. After a while, he nodded and said, "It's a bit interesting. I underestimate you. No wonder I dare to be so crazy."

Ye Qingyu smiled faintly.

"It seems that we can't reach an agreement today?" Zhang San quickly changed back to his previous arrogant and arrogant look, staring at Ye Qingyu straight, and said, "So, is Mr. Ye really going to go against my baggage department?"

"I just want an explanation." Ye Qingyu said word by word: "It's that simple, it's what I deserve."

Zhang San said: "If you want to explain, you have to pay the price."

"Is it a price?" Ye Qingyu pointed to the white powder on the ground and said, "If my table is not hard enough, can it still hold things on it? It will be soft when you touch it. That is not the nature of the table. Such things should not be called a table, so it turned into powder at the feet of Zhang radical, instead of bending into a pool of mud."

Speaking of this, Ye Qingyu glanced at Zhao Ruyun and said meaningfully: "Someone chose to make a pool of mud that can be kneaded casually, but I would rather make a table that is not bent."

Zhao Ruyun's face suddenly turned red as if he had pig blood.

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