What was broken together was also the hearts of countless disciples of the Jianghu sect by Mingyue Lake. ∴∴,

[The Great Wilderness Heavenly Cauldron] is so famous in the Jianghu Road, and Wang Ping's prestige is so high among the three sects and three sects. In the minds of many ordinary children in the Jianghu, Wang Ping is a god-like figure. I don't know how many famous strong men have defeated by a [The Great Wilderness Heavenly Cauldron].

But it was such a person who controlled such a cauldron, but in the end he was as if he was afraid of touching a stone, and it broke instantly.

Could it be that I read it wrong?

In an instant, this thought came to countless people's minds, thinking that they were dazzled, so they couldn't help but rub their eyes and continued to look.

However, what they saw again was the scene of [Precious Heavenly Cauldron] falling like firewood debris. What they saw was countless broken pieces of cauldron falling all over the ground. When they saw Wang Ping spewing out a mouthful of blood with horror, they saw his body shaking, growing his mouth, and retreating with a ferocious and desperate look...

A moment of collision, a moment of victory and a sudden outcome.

Wang Ping's defeat was even faster than Zhao Chuan before.

The whole process seemed to have happened in the lightning and fire, so that no one around could react. The snow-colored frost like the wrath of the god of death had completely covered Wang Ping's body. For a person who had lost his natal treasure, the instantaneous backlash was enough to seriously injure him, and it was normal that he could not stop Ye Qingyu's next method...

"I...I..."

Wang Ping grew up his mouth. The moment the god of death came, his originally confident and playful face finally showed a pleading look and looked at Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu looked at him.

There was no sign of refusal in his eyes.

"Ho ho...Master, I..." Wang Ping struggled to say all the words and beg for mercy.

But Ye Qingyu's eyes were cold and ruthless from beginning to end.

"Decades ago, you should have entered the realm of bitter sea, but you just can't get in. Do you know why?" Ye Qingyu looked at him and said, "After doing all the bad things, your conscience will be uneasy. If your martial arts mind cannot be harmonious, your strength will naturally be difficult to advance again. You claim to be a famous and upright school. Will your dreams make you dream of midnight? There are cold sweats on the bed?"

Wang Ping looked desperate and resentful.

"You should have died long ago. There are constant tragedies in the world, full of injustice and anger, because there are too many people like you." Ye Qingyu leaned into Wang Ping's ear and said softly: "Don't worry, you won't be lonely. Those guys who are camping in Youyan Guanzhong, those guys who turn civilians into demons for profit, those guys whose consciences are already broken, I will not let go of any of them. Soon, I will send others to meet you underground."

The words fell.

Click.

The ice corpse shattered.

The elders of the Lu Ding Sect completely fell.

Ye Qingyu's head [Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace] rotated drippingly, and he automatically absorbed all the fragments of the prehistoric heavenly tripod that fell to the ground, as if he was eating, and in an instant all the fragments were swallowed by it.

"Um?"

Ye Qingyu was slightly surprised.

The reason why he used the [Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace] in this battle was because when Wang Ping sacrificed the prehistoric Heavenly Cauldron, the [Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace], who had been quietly sleeping in the Dantian Spirit Spring, actually took the initiative to emit a faint consciousness for the first time, as if he was seeking a fight.

Could it be that [Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace] had any thoughts about the prehistoric heavenly tripod from the beginning?

There seems to be some extremely strange connection between the two.

Ye Qingyu thought to himself, and activated the [Heaven and Earth Furnace only my thoughts], took back the [Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace] directly, turned into a ball of light, and directly sank into his body, sinking into the Dantian Spirit Spring, wrapped and moistened by the spiritual spring, slowly rising and falling unconsciously.

There was a faint sense of satisfaction as if a full child was vaguely satisfied, which came from the [Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace] and was captured by Ye Qingyu.

The spirit of the weapon?

Is there a spirit of weapon that has not yet grown completely in the [Heaven and Earth Copper Furnace]?

Ye Qingyu was slightly surprised.

However, everything is not completely certain, so I can only observe it slowly in the future.

At this time, countless people were speechless around Mingyue Lake, including those in the fairy pavilion in the main seat, some were shocked, and some even stood up and looked at the Water Light Seal Arena incredibly.

Zhao Chuan's death is reasonable.

Gao Han's defeat was unexpected, but they didn't feel distressed.

But Wang Ping's death really shocked them.

What kind of treasure is the Master of the Three Sects and Three Sects, the masters of the Three Sects knew best that it was one of the killing weapons that was already famous in all parties before the Snow Kingdom was in the sect era. On the current list of the fifty treasures in the Tianhuang Realm, it is enough to rank among the top 20 treasures.

Wang Ping was full of reputation, and half of it came from the prehistoric heavenly tripod.

Such a treasure was broken by Ye Qingyu like a wooden toy.

What exactly is the small tripod he just sacrificed?

Especially the masters of the Deer Tribute Sect, when they saw the small tripod, their eyes shone brightly. They used the tripod as their natal weapon to practice and knew the importance of a good tripod. If they could get the tripod in Ye Qingyu's hand...

In fact, it was not just the people from the Lu Ding Sect, but also the masters of other sects in the martial arts world, and they were also thinking about it at the first time.

Who is not jealous of the treasure that can break through the prehistoric heavenly tripod like a destruction?

Since the rise of human martial arts, the cruel struggle for genius treasures has always been a melody of eternal prosperity. The birth of a treasure is often accompanied by a cruel battle flowing into a river of blood.

Some people have begun to get in touch.

Ye Qingyu's name continues.

"Ziwei Zongluo, three provinces, went up to the beating and died."

A cold voice came from Mingyue Lake toward all sides. Every word sounded, and the surrounding Jianghu sects couldn't help but jumped hard.

I don’t know which battle started, the bright moon lake suddenly became gloomy. The golden water light seal are like a cold punishment platform. Under the bright sunshine, everything in front of me is like a cemetery, and the voice that is indifferent from beginning to end is like a god of death calling out.

Whoever you click, whoever dies.

In the Ziwei Sect seating area, Luo Sansheng, who was named after the name, stood up suddenly.

There was a hint of ferociousness on his face, but it was never surprising. It seemed as if he had known that Ye Qingyu would name him and challenge him without saying anything or expressing any other expression. He slowly walked out of the seating area and stepped on the water waves, stepping onto the water light seal arena step by step.

Countless gazes focused on the ring.

Song Qingluo was also nervously paying attention to another battle that was about to begin.

She saw that the master of Ziwei Sect said something to Ye Qingyu on the ring, raised a white cloth in her hand, and saw a strange smug smile appearing on the man's face. Then she saw Ye Qingyu suddenly looked like an erupting volcano, showing an extremely angry expression for the first time...

An extremely terrifying force erupted from the middle of the ring.

The violent power burst out like a fury in the tsunami mountain.

The elder of Ziwei Sect, named Luo Sansheng, was like a sand sculpture swept by a blizzard. His whole person instantly turned into snowflakes and drifted like ashes in the violent force...

Song Qingluo widened her eyes.

The eyes widened together were Dugu Dixiu beside her.

There are also the wise masters in the Dugu Valve seating area.

There are also people from all walks of life in the sects of all sizes by Mingyue Lake.

There are also those top-level existences sitting in the fairy pavilion in the main seat area.

Dugu Tianxin looked at the Water Light Seal Arena with dumbfoundedness.

Although he was born in a merchant family, he also practiced martial arts since childhood. Even though he was not a martial arts genius, he practiced very quickly under the nourishment of various spiritual herbs and her pills. There was a grandfather called the [Snow Country Pill God] who took a lot of various practicing elixirs. The reason why he was not famous in the world was because he rarely took action, and he usually used family guards to solve problems.

But even so, he could see how terrifying the power that burst out from Ye Qingyu at that moment was.

Behind Dugu Tianxin, Dugu Quan squinted his eyes slightly, and under his snow-like eyebrows, there was a flash of strange color in his pupils.

And in the No. 1 Immortal Pavilion.

The successor of the God of War, Ye Congyun, had a slightly frown. He wanted to know more about what Luo Sansheng of the Ziwei Sect said to Marquis Ye at that moment, so that the Marquis would be so irritable and angry. Ye Congyun could clearly feel this anger even from a distance.

This feeling seemed to be the fury of the moment when the dragon was touched by the reverse scale.

But Ye Congyun didn't see it. At this moment, a silver dragon sneaked out of the water waves, quietly swimming along the ground, and finally arrived at the No. 1 Immortal Pavilion without anyone noticing it, and stopped on the shoulders of Liu Yuqing [Painting Saint].

Everyone's eyes and mind were attracted by the furious figure on the Water Light Seal arena.

"Zhao Shanhe, Li Qiushui, come onto the ring."

Ye Qingyu's voice contained anger and murderous intent soaring into the sky.

The name he named this time was the most outstanding successor of the top sects of the three sects and the three sects. He was the genius sitting in the fairy pavilion in the main seat area. He was the name of the gods that has been regarded as a god by countless young generation of martial artists in the martial arts world over the past thirty years.

And there are two at one point.

Li Qiushui.

Zhao Shanhe.

Both of these two people are unshakable.

Is Ye Qingyu crazy?

Or...

Does he really have any means to defeat these two young generation martial gods?

This possibility is really slim.

In the fairy pavilion.

Li Qiushui and Zhao Shanhe stood up almost at the same time at this moment.

With their status in the Jianghu Sect, being called out like this and being challenged by others in this tone is a huge insult in itself, and it is no different from being slapped in the face.

Li Qiushui raised his sword eyebrows and held the railing with one hand.

In his body, a buzzing sound of swords sounded across the sky, making people around him cover their ears, as terrifying as the sound of a demon was heard.

Zhao Shanhe's forehead also had colorful tiger patterns, and his face turned like a giant tiger's head.

Both powerful men are angry—

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