Mr. Zombie rises from the dead

Chapter 657

Embarrassed!

Originally, I thought that before Feng Ni found out, I could quickly return the things to someone else, and then God knows what you know and I know, and the matter passed like this.

Who knew that before it was too late, someone would grab the bag on the spot.

Zhan Jian blushed so much that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and subconsciously wanted to give Ye Chen the things and let him return them.

Of course Ye Chen had quick eyesight and quick hands, he turned around and went back into the room and closed the door with a "bang".

At this time.

Feng Ni came over and extended her hand to Zhan Jian.

With his head down, Zhan Jian tremblingly held the thing in both hands and handed it back.

"Junior Brother Zhan, after I go back, I will personally talk to Uncle Song Linzi about this matter, and ask him when the Excalibur Palace will start training members of the Thief!"

Said in a cold voice, Fairy Feng Ni turned around and left.

Hearing this, Zhan Jian's head drooped on the spot, thinking that it was all over.

If Master knew about this, wouldn't he have to pull out a layer of skin?

"Brother, I wish you good luck." Ye Chen's head popped out from the crack of the door and said to Zhan Jian.

"Good boy, come here for me. I'm doing this for you. Do you still want to run away?" Zhan Jian was furious when he heard the words, and was about to go forward to catch Ye Chen, but Ye Chen deftly avoided him. .

Three poles in the sun.

In the Martial Arts Field of the City Lord's Mansion, a group of people from the immortal sect gathered one after another.

The city lord Jiang Taixuan has also arrived, and the third round of the Qingshan Town Fairy Sect disciple competition will officially begin.

After the first two rounds of competition, there are only twelve disciples left now, and four of them are disciples of Jingxuan Palace.

Apart from Ye Chen and the disciple with the highest cultivation, there are six other people.

With a half probability, Ye Chen will meet a disciple of Jingxuan Palace in the lottery, and the hope of getting around it is too slim.

Coming up to the front, the four disciples of Jingxuan Palace looked at him with deep hatred in their eyes, as if they wanted to eat him alive on the spot.

With a slight smile on his face, Ye Chen said with a smile: "Brothers, if you happen to meet, please be merciful."

"Be merciful? Hehe, that's right, we will definitely be merciful, just wait!" a Jingxuan Palace disciple said viciously.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ye Chen's expression was very indifferent, it seems that there is no way to have a friendly and pleasant chat.

The lottery came in front of him, and he stretched out his hand and took out one casually.

I looked at it, it was number six.

If the rules of drawing lots remained unchanged, then his opponent should be No. [-]. After looking around, no one among the two disciples who were not Jingxuan Palace got No. [-].

There are still five left, and the chances are much less.

Seemingly seeing Ye Chen looking for his opponent, a disciple of Jingxuan Palace happened to catch a glimpse of the number of the bamboo stick in his hand, and sneered again and again.

"No need to look for it, number five is here, remember, my name is Bai Liu!"

While talking, he seemed very proud to show Ye Chen the bamboo stick in his hand. The big red cinnabar outline on it was exactly the word "five".

Smiling awkwardly, Ye Chen said, "Then I have to invite Senior Brother Bai, and I'll give you a lot of credit."

"Don't worry, I will definitely accept it well. If you have any last words, it's best to explain them clearly first, because I'm afraid you won't have that chance then." Bai Liu said in a gloomy tone.

Well, it seems that this is a disease of the Jingxuan Palace disciples. They are so confident that they think they are sure to win before they start fighting.

Ye Chen looked indifferent, the third round of competition, three pairs, a total of two competitions.

Ye Chen was about to go on stage in the first match, and before he came back on stage, Zhan Jian hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is it? How many numbers have you drawn? Who is your opponent?"

"No. [-], my opponent is Bai Liu from Jingxuan Palace. We had a friendly exchange just now." Ye Chen said with a smile.

Hearing that the opponent belonged to Jingxuan Palace, Zhan Jian's face suddenly changed, and deep worry appeared in his brows and eyes.

He looked at Ye Chen, and then at the disciples of Jingxuan Palace. At this moment, Bai Liu was talking to the leader and elder of Jingxuan Palace.

It seemed that they had sensed their gazes, and the people on the other side just happened to look over, with cold killing intent in their eyes.

With a thought in his mind, Zhan Jian said to Ye Chen: "Little brother, why don't we admit defeat, we won't be ashamed if we can't beat it, let's practice for another two years, anyway, the Fairy Gate Conference of the Western Regions is about to start, and there is still one year to come It’s time to find the place again.”

"Such a good opportunity, if you miss it and wait another year, how can you miss it?" Ye Chen said with a light smile.

"Brother, don't worry, I'm just going to test the waters today to see what methods the people in Jingxuan Palace have. After a year, the competition will be sure."

While talking, the arena has already prompted to prepare for the competition.

So Ye Chen didn't say any more, turned around and walked back.

Seeing this, although Zhan Jian was very worried in his heart, he was helpless. He looked at Fairy Feng Ni, Zhan Jian hesitated for a while, but in the end he couldn't say that.

on the ring.

Ye Chen stood aside, holding the sword in his hand.

Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to it from the beginning, and he didn't even notice that there was a word engraved on the hilt of the sword.

"Ku Ji, is this your name? Boundless Sword Dao, indeed Ku Ji, your former master should also be a good swordsman."

As if in response to Ye Chen's words, Ku Ji Jian let out a slight sword cry.

At the same time, Bai Liu had already come from Jingxuan Palace and stepped onto the ring, looking at Ye Chen with cold murderous intent.

Ye Chen glanced at him faintly, then looked at the elder referee of Xianmen beside the ring.

As the elder of Xianmen nodded, he signaled to the two of them that they could start.

Ye Chen turned his head, looked at the sword in his hand, and said to Bai Liu, "Actually, I seldom use a sword. Do you think this is your luck, or is it bad?"

The moment the voice fell.

Ye Chen raised his head sharply, his eyes were like lightning, staring at Bai Liu coldly.

At that moment, Bai Liu felt that his whole body had fallen into the ice cellar, and looking at Ye Chen was like looking at an insurmountable mountain.

Countless fears surged into his heart, subconsciously he turned around and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, he was too slow, and the golden light flashed on the ring.

Ye Chen's figure disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Bai Liu.

But Bai Liu on the ring was stunned in place, motionless, after a long while, he grabbed his neck violently, blood overflowed from his fingers, and sealed his throat with a sword!
No one could clearly see how Ye Chen's sword came out, and that sword was so fast that it even surpassed perception and imagination.

The audience was shocked, and the entire martial arts arena was silent.

"It's too bad, Jingxuan Palace!"

(End of this chapter)