C82 He Was Ruthless to All the Soldiers in the World

Sitting across from the fire, Ye Qingcheng looked at her beaming expression and suddenly had a thought: Those two girls were probably not half as beautiful as the pavilion. He missed the crucial part in a moment of distraction. When he came back to his senses, he only heard the last part of the high tide.

"The two women didn't make any movements, and they took off their heads respectively. Flowing Water threw his head to the side and reached out to take Falling Flower's head and press it against his neck. Falling Flower's head immediately grew on Liu Shui's body, and it began to spin agilely. Furthermore, her eyes were moving, and she was very satisfied with this new body. ” After saying that, Fu Zhizhi suddenly turns around and screams to Fu Rong, who is beside him, "There is a ghost..."

" Ah - "Fu Rong was so scared that he collapsed. It took him a while to realize that his beloved big brother was trying to scare him." Big brother! "He pointed at Fu Ting Zhi, who was laughing so hard that he was cramping, but he could not say a word. After a while, he laughed out loud." Big brother... You are bad, bad guy... Haha." He pounced over and scratched her itchy flesh.

Fu Rongzhi resisted while reaching out his hand to scratch her back. In a short while, he had gone crazy. This Fu Rong had not been dealt with yet. He reached out his hand to mess with Fu Hua again, and it instantly became two against one.

When Xuan One saw that he had hurriedly joined the battle to scratch the Talisman Glory, the Talisman Pavilion Leader called out intermittently, "Qingcheng, what are you still standing there for? Go... Clean up, tidy up... They..."

Everyone was in a mess for a long time before they finally calmed down. The pavilion's leader had already rolled into Ye Qingcheng's arms. He rubbed his stomach and stretched his neck as he shouted: "No respect, no respect, no respect..."

Ye Qingcheng lowered his head to look at the charming person with a red face: "Are you done messing around? Why don't you get up and shake off all the grass on your body?"

"It's fine." Fu Ting jumped up, rolled up his wide sleeve, and waved it around. "Enough fooling around, sleep..." His arm was pulled back, and he turned around to carry it into his wide chest.

"There's still grass on his head." A gentle and helpless voice came from above. He looked up and saw a pair of starry eyes filled with love. He carefully picked up the grass thorns between his hair. "Scatter your hair, I'll help you clean it."

"Okay." Fu Ting's heart skipped a beat and he was pulled to sit down. His hair also scattered.

"Ting Zhi." Ye Qingcheng held onto her soft black hair, "These few days, I have been keeping an eye on them. Xuan Zhi and Brother Rong have good physiques. I want to teach them some defensive skills." One day, he would have to leave, so he could feel more at ease.

The hand that was holding the bow and brandishing the spear helped to straighten people's hair, which was quite decent. Fu Ting Zhi closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth. "I also have this plan. I do not expect them to be generals. It's also good to strengthen one's body " He thought of the spearmanship that he had mentioned earlier. He turned around and said, "Why don't you take this opportunity to perform the Qi Family's spear technique once and let me take a look?"

Her beautiful eyes were so close that Ye Qingcheng almost lost his grip on the wooden comb in her hand. "Zhizhi... Pavilion wants to see. I'll do it once. " After calming herself down, she got up and held the silver spear in her hand. Then, she found an empty space and stood there.

He held back his anger and shouted, "White Dragon Goes to Sea." The long spear dragged out a silver light and tore through Nightfall. In a flash, the silver light danced and covered his entire body. The tip of the spear was like the blooming of pear blossoms. The white tassels of the spear flew along with the force and scattered like snow.

Before he could see it clearly, the spear suddenly swung out, bringing along a gale of wind that fluttered in the wind, and its sharpness advanced by a few feet. Then, it withdrew the wild wind and swiftly transformed into several white stamens that pounced on the three vital points in the middle and the lower parts of the spear.

The few people from the Talisman Pavilion who did not understand the spear art only watched the commotion, and even so, they could see the earth-shattering momentum. They could not help but hold their breaths. Their gazes were firmly glued to the Spear Master, unable to move away.

After a short dance, Ye Qingcheng withdrew his momentum and stood up. His body was drenched in sweat, but his breathing was steady: "How is it?"

With his hands behind his back, the pavilion raised his chin and smiled: "Beautiful, so beautiful."

"..." Ye Qingcheng almost choked to death. After a long time, he finally muttered:" Ting Zhizhi is the current number one scholar, yet he is so stingy with his praises. "

Fu Xuanzhi glanced at his elder sister. Seeing her smiling and pretending to be deep in thought, he knew that she was doing this on purpose: "It is truly rare for big brother to be so wordless. Brother Rong, what do you think?"

Fu Rong was already entranced. His lips moved a few times. "Big brother Ye -" He shouted before he came back to his senses. "I want to learn. Big brother Ye, I want to learn martial arts from you. I'll take you as my master!"

"There's no need to acknowledge me as my master." Leaning on the silver spear, Ye Qingcheng wiped away the sweat on his forehead: "I will discuss with your brother and teach you some defensive techniques with Xuan Zhi. Fu Hua's body is a bit weak, so I won't think about it for now." His eyes were still looking at the smiling Fu Ting Zhi: "What do you think?"

"Alright!" Fu Ting Zhi still raised his chin and looked at him with flowing eyes. "Everything is fine."

"Zhizhi!" Ye Qingcheng instantly realized that he was being teased by her again. He took a step forward and wanted to fish someone up. However, that person slipped away like a loach: "Ting Zhi, you are truly crafty." Just as he was about to chase after her, he heard a hoarse voice shouting: "Silver spear!"

Fu Ting Zhi stood still and raised his head. "Silver spear shining on a white horse... It is not appropriate. It is not appropriate." He stopped and shook his head as he said in a serious voice, "Swimming Dragon throws the Universe Breaking Spear. It's ruthless to all the soldiers in the world." After he finished reading, he looked at Ye Qingcheng and asked, "What is it?"

"Very good!" Ye Qingcheng imitated her and pretended to frown: "Very good." The crowd burst into laughter, and the two of them also laughed heartily.