"Uhhh, alright, alright, let's go.”Qing Lan waved his hand impatiently. He couldn't stand the old man's chuunibyou aura anymore, so he quickly sent him away.
After sending Old Wu off, Qing Lan returned to her desk.
For the rest of the time, he was immersed in the book Zixia Fairy and Joker, and he stayed in the house all day.
As autumn came, the autumn wind outside the street became more and more bleak, but it did not affect Qinglan. Even if it was the bone-piercing cold air, Qing Lan was not afraid under the protection of the small sun.
It seemed that Qinglan could have a comfortable winter this year.
Mu Zhong was still as quiet as ever. Every day, he practiced his fist diligently and was busy with the household chores in the dojo.
Buttface Oudan was lying by Qing Lan's feet. His internal injuries had been completely healed. Occasionally, he would watch Qing Lan's boxing and occasionally observe the pictures in the front hall of the martial arts center. Naturally, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
The next day. After practicing a set of Taiji Fist, Qing Lan stretched and was about to go out for a drink. However, she found that the streets were much colder than before. "What's going on?" Qing Lan went to the beef stall opposite and asked,""Usually, I would see some disciples cultivating on the streets shopping. Why is it so cold today?”"I'm afraid Master Qing doesn't know?" Seeing Qing Lan holding the wine in her hand, the servant generously put two taels of beef on his plate. Then, he looked at the sky in the distance and said,""Today is the day of the duel between Sect Master Hankong and Sect Master Qianren. All the cultivators have rushed to watch their battle. It's a battle at the top level. After all, this is related to the life and death of the two major sects!”
"Oh." Qing Lan nodded. He did not really care about cultivators, but he seemed to have heard about this before. After eating two taels of beef and drinking two taels of strong wine, he carried his warm body back to the dojo and continued to write.……There was a natural canyon between the Cold Void Sect and the Thousand Ninja Sect. In the middle of the canyon was a platform that was ten thousand feet wide. It was the Wind and Rain Platform. On the Wind and Rain Platform. The sect leader's eyes were cold as his aura erupted. Sect Master Qian Ren had a head full of white hair and a cold smile flashed on his face. On both sides of the canyon, disciples of the Thousand Ninja Sect were gathered on one side, while disciples of the Cold Space Sect were gathered on the other side. All of them had solemn expressions on their faces. The battle between the two concerned the future of all of them.
"Hankong, I didn't expect you to really dare to come.”Sect Leader Qian Ren said jokingly. "Humph!" The sect leader of the Cold Sky Sect snorted coldly and did not say much. "Die!" The two of them did not seem to have much foreplay. Qian Ren's aura was revealed, and he flew into the air like lightning. Then, he slapped down on the sect master of the Cold Sky Sect. At this moment, the power of a Martial King was displayed in Qian Ren's hands. Before the attack arrived, the rock under the Cold Sky Sect Master's feet had already cracked, like a spider web spreading. The sect leader of the Cold Sky Sect was unwilling to fall behind. He also burst out with the same aura. He stomped his foot on the ground, and a big pit appeared on the ground. His body was like lightning as he met the palm print. "Bang!" An earth-shattering sound resounded above the Wind and Rain Platform.
Countless streams of energy spread out in all directions. The disciples who were watching from afar could not help but retreat under this powerful energy. The strength of two Martial Kings was indeed terrifying. However, everyone could not care less about their retreating bodies. Their eyes were like pinholes as they looked up into the sky. They also wanted to know who was stronger and who was weaker in the first collision between the two chiefs. He saw a figure retreating hundreds of feet in the air in a sorry state. It was Sect Master Hankong. Upon seeing this, the faces of everyone from the Cold Space Sect darkened. In the crowd, Wang Xia's face was pale as she clenched her fists. She had joined the Cold Void Sect for some time and knew the meaning of this battle. Was she going to face the fall of the Cold Void Sect after she had finally joined the Cold Void Sect? However, Thousand Ninjas Sect was different. They immediately let out earth-shattering cheers. "Hahaha, Hankong, you are indeed a good-for-nothing. This day next year will be your death anniversary.”In the air, Sect Leader Qian Ren burst into laughter with a mocking expression. The sect leader's expression turned ugly when he heard this. The gap between the two of them was indeed huge! "Die!" Sect Leader Qian Ren obviously knew the principle of hitting a dog when it was down. Without much delay, he flew into the air like a ghost and slapped towards Sect Leader Han Kong with a destructive palm. This palm. Compared to the previous palm, it was even more powerful and imposing. If Sect Leader Hankong only had the strength he had shown just now, he would have been severely injured if not killed by Sect Leader Qianren's palm. The palm print that was enveloped in vital qi grew larger and larger in the sky, illuminating half of the sky. At the same time, it was getting closer and closer to the Cold Sky Sect Master. However, the Sect Master of the Cold Sky Sect didn't move at all. Seeing this, many spectators shook their heads. Many people guessed that the sect master knew that he was no match for them and had given up on resisting.
Especially the people from the Cold Void Sect, their faces were ashen. With this palm strike, it was as if he could already see the destruction of the Cold Void Sect. When the palm print was less than 300 feet away from the sect master, a cold smile suddenly appeared on his face. Then, he took out a kitchen knife from his pocket. "Finally, it's my turn."
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