Chapter 587 Ye Qing's Anger

Ye Qing looked at Chu Lin with vigilance in his eyes. In his opinion, as long as Chu Lin's series of victories and miraculous phenomena were ended, the opponent would definitely be demoralized and immersed in hard work anxiously, and he would not be able to be leisurely. It's rare to get a chance to get along with Zhao Mengdie.

"Senior Brother Ye Qing, come on!" Some Wuyuan Palace disciples shouted at Ye Qing.

Although Chu Lin's reputation is quite good, as disciples of Wuyuan Palace, they obviously prefer Wuyuan Palace in their hearts and are full of confidence in Ye Qing.

Ye Qing smiled softly, his figure moved, and he quickly rushed towards the field, his eyes coldly scanning towards Chu Lin's area.

Long Chong's face was slightly nervous. He looked at the confident Ye Qing and said to Chu Lin solemnly.

"Junior brother Chu Lin, be careful in this battle. I heard that Ye Qing tried to challenge the ninth tribulation of the Return to Mysterious Realm before the Tianwu Sect Competition. Although he failed, his strength far exceeded that of the ninth tribulation of the Return to Mysterious Realm. The pinnacle of the Eight Tribulations.”

"Coupled with the fact that he possesses the Star God Art, one of the four divine arts, Ye Qing's combat effectiveness is definitely not low! Be careful!"

"Um"

Chu Lin naturally knew that Ye Qing was definitely not one of those ordinary people. To truly compete with the other party in terms of combat effectiveness, he would definitely surpass Hu Zheng of Linyang Mansion. Even he did not dare to be careless about this kind of enemy.

"Brother Chu Lin, come on!"

The eyes of the disciples of Wu Miegong were burning, and they all shouted loudly. This is the best chance for Wu Miegong to turn around. This battle is related to whether the disciples of Wu Miegong can be proud and proud!

In the past, in every Tianwu Sect competition, Wu Mie Palace always came in the last place miserably, and always attracted ridicule from other palaces. Although the disciples of Wu Mie Palace were very annoyed, there was nothing they could do about it. Wu Zong's most powerful magical power, but the terrifying level of difficulty makes him an uncle who is worshiped above.

It’s of no use, you still have to provide for it

No matter how powerful that thing is, if no one learns it, it will be of no use at all.

This also means that in every past Tianwuzong competition, when the core disciples of Wu Mie Palace fought with the core disciples of the other three palaces, they suffered a lot because they did not have the help of the Four Gods Art. Therefore, Wu Mie Palace suffered a huge loss. The palace of destruction is always at the bottom of the fourth palace and cannot move at all.

However, this time, someone finally stood up. The reappearance of the God-Destroying Technique made all Wu Mie Palace disciples extremely excited and gave birth to the idea of ​​competing for Wu Mie Palace's ranking.

Feeling the scorching gazes of everyone, Chu Lin took a deep breath, nodded gently to Long Chong and others, and then his figure flew out and flew into the field under the attention of a large number of disciples.

On the field, the two people looked at each other, the light in their eyes swelled, and there seemed to be sparks flowing. Before they took action, the turbulent genetic energy fluctuations were already faintly boiling and igniting.

At this time, this fast field has become the area that attracts the most attention in the entire mountain. Even the sect master and the master of the fourth palace at the top turned their eyes and looked over.

"Sister, who can win between the two of them!"

Zhao Mengdie, a silly girl, had long forgotten what happened before. Now seeing the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two people on the court, she suddenly asked with great interest.

"It's hard to say."

The woman in the black dress had serious eyes. She looked at the two people and said softly: "Although Chu Lin has understood the God-Destroying Art, his foundation is too weak after all. Although Ye Qing failed to challenge the ninth calamity of the Return to Xuan Realm, he The strength is indeed far beyond that of the ordinary Eighth Tribulation of the Return to Mysterious Realm, and is infinitely close to the powerhouse of the Ninth Tribulation.”

"In addition, although Chu Lin has understood the God-Destroying Art, Ye Qing's Star God must not be underestimated. Therefore, it is difficult to say who will win in the end."

"But." The woman in the black skirt changed the topic, and suddenly a joking look appeared on her face, "Which one of them do you want to win?"

Zhao Mengdie was stunned when she was asked. If it was a year ago, Zhao Mengdie would definitely hope that Ye Qing could win. After all, she had a good relationship with Ye Qing and they were quite comfortable friends.

But now, Zhao Mengdie feels that it is a bit difficult to measure. Chu Lin seems to have a big weight in his heart. In this way, he can't decide at all.

"I" Zhao Mengdie's voice was like a whisper, getting lower and lower as he spoke, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

The woman in the black dress shook her head lightly and said no more, "Then just watch quietly, there will eventually be a result."

On the field.

"You really didn't make me wait in vain. I originally thought you couldn't make it this far." Ye Qing said softly, looking at Chu Lin coldly under the gaze of everyone.

Chu Lin frowned slightly at Ye Qing's words. He knew that Ye Qing was afraid of him because of Zhao Mengdie, but had the hostility in his heart reached this level?

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ye Qing, for taking this into consideration, but in my opinion, you shouldn't be able to stop me!"

Regarding Ye Qing's strange aura, Chu Lin was not polite and spoke directly.

"Haha, I'm afraid it's not something you can decide!"

Ye Qing spoke softly, with sharp fluctuations in his eyes, and took a sudden step forward. The momentum, which was twice as strong as that of Hu Zheng a few days ago, rolled out like a surging tide.

"Chu Lin, if you lose this competition, stay away from Zhao Mengdie!"

At the same time as the violent momentum came, Ye Qing's lips moved slightly, and a voice fell into Chu Lin's ears.

Chu Lin frowned slightly. He looked at Ye Qing and said calmly, "First of all, let me say that Zhao Mengdie and I are just friends. And if you like someone and express it with this attitude, then I just want to say Say, it’s really disappointing.”

Ye Qing's face was instantly livid after what Chu Lin said, and then, anger surged, and a cold voice came out of his throat.

"You don't need to care about what I do. Since you don't want to listen to my advice, don't blame me for being too ruthless!"

Chu Lin shook his head lightly. It seems that Ye Qing has deep feelings for Zhao Mengdie, but this method and attitude are too extreme.

In this situation, Ye Qing can't stop anyone from talking. Chu Lin is too lazy to say more. Looking at the person in front of him, he took a deep breath, and the light surged, flowing on Chu Lin's body, and platinum light appeared on his skin.

"The fight begins!"

The Tianwu Sect deacon in the air saw the enthusiastic atmosphere between the two and then confirmed it.

"I gave you a chance to leave peacefully, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Don't blame me for using my own method to get you off the stage! I will trample you under my feet in front of so many people and in front of Zhao Mengdie!"

As soon as the words came out, Ye Qing's face darkened, and he suddenly squeezed his hands, trying his best to stimulate the surging genetic energy. He stomped his feet on the ground, and his figure suddenly shot out, as if piercing through the space, and in a flash, he landed on top of Chu Lin's head.

The fist with a fierce intention tore through the air, rose up violently, and quickly blasted towards Chu Lin's head.