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Although Jing Yunxiao did not wish for all these troubles to come near him, furthermore, he was injured and had not fully recovered, naturally he did not wish to clash with others, but since both sides had already met, and the other side was speaking to him with such a tone, then Jing Yunxiao would not pretend to be a grandson.
Therefore, he coldly laughed and said, "Even if I said I didn't kill him, I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me, right?"
"Brat, admit it if you dare."
The short fatty was furious.
The hatred from that day was etched in his heart, and every time he thought of it, he would grind his teeth in hatred towards Jing Yunxiao.
"Admit it?" Admit what? Hao Fei didn't come back from the Great Desolate Mountain Range, what right do you have to think that he is already dead? And even if he's really dead, what right do you have to say that I killed him? If you guys can take out the evidence of me killing Hao Fei, I will let you guys do whatever you want with me. "
In any case, Hao Fei was not the one who died by Zuo Qingfeng's hands, so there was no way these people could come up with any evidence.
"Little bastard, don't even think about quibbling. I had an appointment with Skinny Bro, but now that he hasn't appeared, it's enough to say that he's been killed. "No matter what, you must give me an explanation today, an explanation to our Qing Xuan Sect."
The short fatty didn't show any mercy at all.
Tsk tsk, looks like last time, my actions were too light. You, a defeated opponent, was actually so arrogant, good, very good. This young master will not give any explanation today, and will not give anyone an explanation.
Jing Yunxiao was truly a little angry now.
The last time he took action to teach the short fatty a lesson, it was none other than this short fatty who had brought the matter upon himself. Now that the short fatty was still blabbering on like that, Jing Yunxiao was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Even if he had not fully recovered from his injury, it was still more than enough to deal with disciples of the third or fourth stage of the Qi Martial Stage, and could even easily fight warriors of the fifth stage. Which was to say, among the few people in front of him, other than Yu Wei, Jing Yunxiao did not care at all.
"You refuse a toast and you refuse a forfeit. Senior Brother Yu Wei, this brat is just a mere second stage of Qi Martial Stage, he actually dares to ignore us like this, we can't just sit there and watch, why not let me do it right now and teach him a lesson, if he doesn't admit it, we'll beat him until he admits to it. If he continued to be stubborn, then he would break the tendons in his hands and legs. I just want to see how long this kid can hold on. "
From start to finish, the eyes that Zhao Qian looked at Jing Yunxiao with were filled with disdain.
He could easily deal with a second level Qi Martial Stage warrior with just one finger a few years ago.
In his eyes, Jing Yunxiao was naturally nothing.
Regarding this, Yu Wei still didn't say anything, only lightly nodded his head.
Maybe in his eyes, Jing Yunxiao wasn't even qualified for him to speak.
"Senior Brother Zhao Qian, you have to be careful. This brat is very strange, it was because I let my guard down last time that I fell into his trap."
The short fatty had suffered greatly, and naturally did not underestimate Jing Yunxiao like how he did for Zhao Qian. He knew that Zhao Qian was only at the fourth level of the Qi Martial Stage, and thus, he carefully warned him.
Which Zhao Qian didn't appreciate his kindness at all, and even berated the short fatty: "You still have the face to say that you can't even deal with a kid of the second stage of the Qi Martial Stage in the mortal world, and my Qing Yun Sect's face has been completely thrown away by you."
When the short fatty heard this, he immediately lowered his head. He was about to lose his face.
Zhao Qian approached Jing Yunxiao step by step, with a large blade in hand, giving off an aura that would make Jing Yunxiao regret it for the rest of his life.
This made the people around to sympathize with Jing Yunxiao.
"Who is that kid?" How dare you offend a sect disciple? "
"I'm guessing that it's some wild brat who doesn't know his place. People like him will most likely die on the streets because they overestimate their own abilities."
"Look, that sect disciple is about to make his move. That kid is definitely going to suffer."
The crowd broke out into a flurry of discussion.
When the voices reached Jing Yunxiao's ears, he turned a deaf ear to them, and did not have any effect on them, instead, he looked at Zhao Qian calmly walking towards him.
As for that Zhao Qian, the surrounding discussion undoubtedly stirred up his disdain towards Jing Yunxiao even more. When he was less than half a meter away from Jing Yunxiao, he slashed down towards his right shoulder, first crippling Jing Yunxiao's right hand.
In fact, he was already preparing to accept the looks of awe and jealousy from the people around him.
But Jing Yunxiao smiled indifferently, and said: "You think you can hurt me? Go back to your Qing Yun Sect and play with the mud. "
As he said that, Jing Yunxiao extended his right hand out towards the incomparably sharp blade.
To be exact, he only extended two fingers.
And very casually, very calmly.
This scene couldn't help but cause everyone to reveal a mocking smile.
Using just the fingers of his physical body to block the Iron-Blood Saber?
Crazy.
Isn't this equivalent to crippling his own right hand?
However, before the sneers even appeared, everyone's expressions suddenly froze.
Because at that moment, Zhao Qian's blade suddenly stopped in mid air, and did not slash any further onto Jing Yunxiao's body.
And the reason was that Jing Yunxiao's two fingers were firmly holding the blade in the air.
That's right, he had used two fingers to grasp the edge of the blade.
"Whap."
This wasn't the end.
Just when everyone was in shock, Jing Yunxiao moved again. This time, his left hand moved.
Suddenly, he slapped Zhao Qian hard. Zhao Qian didn't even have the time to react before he was flipped 360 degrees in the air, with five eye-piercing finger marks on his face.
"What?" "What's going on?"
Everyone was shocked.
Before this, they had all almost believed that the one who had suffered a loss was Jing Yunxiao, to the point where they felt that it was unbelievable seeing such a completely different result.
Moreover, Jing Yunxiao's cultivation was obviously two levels lower than Zhao Qian's.
Jing Yunxiao's hand should have been sliced into meat paste in front of the big blade.
But why was Jing Yunxiao not the one to end up in a sorry state, but Zhao Qian?
"This... "This is impossible ?"
The most difficult to accept was, without a doubt, the burning Zhao Qian lying on the ground.
Previously, he had scolded the short fatty as a piece of trash who had lost the face of the Qing Yun Sect. His strength was higher than the short fatty's, but his fierce attack was resolved with just two fingers, and then he was sent flying with a single palm strike? Isn't this even more so? Isn't it embarrassing to be naked?
He was so embarrassed that he was about to lose all his face.
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