On the ring was a middle-aged man who looked about thirty years old. His face was as bronze and had a clear angular face. His body was not tall, but his muscles were full of explosive power. He was wearing only a pair of coarse cloth trousers, and his tight waist buckle was made of black iron. The toned and smooth muscle lines continued to flow and change with his knife movements, giving him a sense of power and beauty.

The knife in his hand is a long-handled war knife cold saw that is rarely used by top powerhouses.

This kind of sword is longer and heavier than the Pub Sword. Whether it is a long handle or a back, it is wider and thicker. It is suitable for chopping and slashing. It is a weapon that ordinary mortal warriors in the mortal martial arts realm prefer. It has a strong impact immediately. However, for the top strong men in the venomous sea realm, the thickness of the weapon is not a factor that determines the outcome of the battle, so few top strong men use this weapon.

Moreover, this cold and beautiful saw looks extremely ordinary, not a spiritual weapon.

It is such an ordinary weapon that exudes a terrible momentum in the attack of the national face. The cold murderous intent is like the essence, lingering around the body of the national face, and this is just physical strength.

"The strength of this national face is definitely in the realm of the sea of ​​suffering. His physical cultivation is not as good as mine, but the murderous intent in the sword technique is far above me. Such a person should be a general who rushed out of the military formation, but why did he appear in the Palace of Light?"

Ye Qingyu could see that this martial arts with a national face followed the military route.

However, in the momentum full of military murderous intent, Ye Qingyu felt a sense of desolation and depressingness, as if it was intentional dissatisfaction.

Just then—

call out!

A murderous intent suddenly came towards him.

This sword came very suddenly, like lightning, and instantly arrived in front of Ye Qingyu.

"Squeak squeak..." The little white rabbit was so scared that her white hair stood up, her ruby-like eyes closed, and she screamed.

Ye Qingyu's figure was instantly struck by this sword light, and it was cut into two pieces like a piece of fresh tofu.

But the next moment, the two bodies blurred and drifted like smoke.

Ye Qingyu's true body appeared half a meter away.

On the ring.

The swordsman with a national face stood with a knife, looked at Ye Qingyu, and looked up and down a few times: "Who are you?"

When Ye Qingyu heard this, he felt a little excited as if he had seen his relatives. After all, we are also the new hall master of the Light Palace. After all, no one paid attention to it all the way here, and no one asked what was going on. The lines he had prepared before were not spoken out. Is there a chance now?

So someone cleared his throat and smiled and said, "I am..."

Who knew that before a word was finished, the swordsman with a national face suddenly waved his hand and said coldly: "Okay, needless to say, I don't want to know who you are has nothing to do with me. I can avoid my blow. I don't think I am an unknown person... I don't like others to peek at me and practice martial arts. Please leave."

After saying that, the long sword danced and began to practice the sword technique again.

Ye Qingyu: “…”

Damn it, you asked me first, but now you say that again?

Can you please introduce yourself?

Who are there in this Hall of Light?

Ye Qingyu was about to say something, but a laugh suddenly sounded next to him, and then a faint smell of wine floated over—

"Haha, Yang Henshui, it's clear that you asked me if it was good first. You didn't let others talk. With your emotional intelligence and IQ, would you say you can get along well? No wonder you can only stay here and wait for death..."

Ye Qingyu was shocked.

He hadn't noticed anyone there before.

When I turned my head to look, I saw a stone statue of the Light Armored Soldier next to me, which was ten meters high. A figure was lying crookedly on the top of the Armored Soldier's helmet, looking lazy. This person was the one who was just talking.

This is a young man who looks only in his twenties, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, black hair, and a brocade robe. He looks quite like a noble young man, but he is a little unkempt and has a unshaven beard. He looks a bit lazy and decadent in his noble spirit, with a different charm.

The man leaned against the sculpture of the soldier, holding a green wine gourd in his hand. When he opened his mouth and sucked it, a stream of nectar would spurt out of the wine gourd. His drinking posture was extremely rough, and half of the nectar sprayed on his chest.

He is also a master.

Ye Qingyu gave an evaluation instantly.

This young man, who seems to be a down-and-out noble, can avoid his own perception and his strength is definitely not below the national face called Yang Henshui.

"Do you want to keep going, you are a waste who is ruined by a woman?" Yang Henshui was furious and slashed out with a knife. His body suddenly turned into a flowing light. The invisible sword light surged, and hundreds of meters of sword energy slashed at the young man above the head of the armored warrior sculpture out of thin air.

"Oh..." the young man screamed and suddenly fell off the huge sculpture in a hurry.

But this time, it just avoided Yang Henshui's angry sword.

"Li Changkong, do you dare to take me to the front?" Yang Henshui roared.

His sword energy had already been sent and received from the heart to the point of perfection. A young man named Li Changkong, who had not cut off a single sword, instantly turned into a light breeze and drifted away.

"I don't have time to mess with you, a reckless man, I'm in a bad mood..." Li Changkong fell under the statue, his figure seemed to be slightly drunk and shaking, but in fact, he was already hundreds of meters away, and his body skills were extremely clever.

When Ye Qingyu saw this scene, he knew that Li Changkong was definitely in the realm of the sea of ​​suffering.

It seems that there are still a few masters in this Palace of Light.

But these two people seem to have strange tempers, and they are probably unruly and are not so easy to use for themselves completely.

Yang Henshui saw that he could not catch up with Li Changkong, and turned the blade of the cold saw in his hand. The Yanyan sword light actually slashed down in front of Ye Qingyu's head and shouted: "Look at your good strength, I'm worthy of my fight."

The sword light was like lightning, and half of the void seemed to be split open by him.

Ye Qingyu moved [Sky True Meaning], and his right hand instantly turned into a dragon claw, and punched out with one punch, and it hit the silver sword light without bias.

boom!

The invisible sword energy shattered blades flew all over the sky.

Yang Henshui felt that the indescribable power came back, and the cold saw in his hand was almost difficult to hold like a mad dragon. He was shocked by this huge force and flew back dozens of meters, staggered back seven steps, and finally slashed the ground with a long sword, which stopped the retreating momentum.

He looked at Ye Qingyu incredibly shocked.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Ye Qingyu's strength was much higher than he thought at the beginning.

Ye Qingyu smiled at the man with national face, said nothing, and continued to walk into the interior of Guangming City.

The strong man with a Chinese face raised his hand and wanted to say something, but for some reason, he didn't say it in the end.

Ye Qingyu came to the back killing gate.

The young noble man named Li Changkong leaned obliquely against the side of the killing door, squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Qingyu very carefully, and said with a smile: "You are not an unknown person who can shake Yang Henshui with one punch. I don't know why you come to this palace of Light where birds do not shit?"

Ye Qingyu didn't say anything.

Because at this moment, two streams of light suddenly flickered, and the powerful aura of power surged from behind and arrived in an instant.

A goatee-bearded middle-aged man as thin as a bamboo pole.

A black-bearded scribe with a clear face.

Judging from the power aura when the two of them appeared just now, they are obviously in the Kuhai Realm, and their strength should be at the same level as Li Changkong and Yang Henshui.

As soon as the two men appeared, they stared at Ye Qingyu and looked at each other, with a look of surprise on their faces, and then bowed together to salute.

"Dai You, the Great Light of the Light Hall, dreamed of the Lord of the Hall."

"Liu Jinyan, the envoy of the Great Light of the Light Hall, met the Lord of the Hall."

Ye Qingyu looked at the two of them and felt aroused in his heart, saying, "Do you know me?"

Middle-aged scholar Liu Jinyan hurriedly said: "A few days ago, Your Majesty had sent oral instructions to the Palace of Light, and the matter of Lord Ye's coming to office has already shown his subordinates."

"That's true." The tall and thin Dai Youmeng also bowed.

Ye Qingyu nodded.

Compared with Yang Henshui and Li Changkong before, these two people were obviously much more normal.

"So you are the new palace master? You are so young..." A glimmer flashed in Li Changkong's eyes, and he immediately returned to his previous decadent state.

He still agreed to the city wall and bowed slightly. Even if he had seen the courtesy, he had never seen the respectful attitude of the Shangguan.

"Bold, Li Changkong, how dare he be so rude to Lord Ye?" Liu Jinyan said angrily.

Liu Changkong glanced at him and sneered, "Oh, I have learned to rely on people's power. They are all great light envoys. Everyone is at the same level. What qualifications do you have to drink in front of me?"

"You..." Liu Jinyan was furious.

But Yang Henshui on the other side came to his senses at this time, dragged his long sword and bowed to Ye Qingyu, saying, "I am the Great Light of the Subordinate Yang Henshui, please see the Lord of the Palace."

After all, he was a soldier and his rituals were also powerful.

Ye Qingyu nodded, said nothing, and continued walking in.

The information I received from Dugu Quan before was that there was a soldier camp in the Palace of Light, and the seven Great Light Envoys. The four people in front of me should be four of the seven Great Light Envoys. The other three Great Light Envoys did not show up for some reason?

Liu Jinyan and Dai Youmeng didn't know what the new palace master meant, so they had to follow Ye Qingyu quietly.

Yang Henshui put away his long sword and followed silently.

Li Changkong hesitated for a moment, but in the end he looked lazy and agreed to bask in the sun on the base of the city wall, and did not follow him.

After passing the killing gate, we arrived at the fourth area of ​​Guangming City.

Compared with the grandeur of the top three areas, the fourth area is relatively plain. On the soil, some strange trees seem to be chaotic. Each of these trees is thick with two people. Both the bark and leaves are fiery red. From a distance, they look like a sea of ​​fire, which is very beautiful and beautiful.

There is also a faint fire element flowing warmly between these trees.

"Well? Could it be the legendary fire tree?"

Ye Qingyu was surprised.

According to rumors, in the eastern south pole of Snow Country, there is a hot fire, and this kind of strange tree is born with the fire element, which can change the power of heaven and earth.

But I didn’t expect that such a tree could be seen in a place like Xuejing?
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