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Seeing these kind-hearted people, Ye Qing only smiled at them. He did not say anything and continued to walk towards the arena.

He walked to the bottom of the arena and looked up at the two meter high arena.

The experts from before had all jumped onto the stage, displaying the demeanor of experts. No matter how bad it was, he could only use his hands to prop it up.

However, Ye Qing did not care about this. He merely walked up the stairs honestly and slowly climbed one step at a time.

Kong Juncheng, who was sitting upright on the high platform, felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw Ye Qing.

When they drew near and discovered that this youth was really Ye Qing, they immediately became anxious.

No matter what, this was the youth that his daughter liked. Although he was dissatisfied with this youth's arrogant character, he couldn't just sit by and watch him die.

Dai Sanfeng was known as the 'Zhua Wa Overlord' overseas, and his reputation was built up from the lives of tens of thousands of people. Even if they had mistaken the person, they would rather kill ten thousand than let off a single one of them.

"Brat, what are you doing here?" Hurry up and leave! "

Kong Juncheng did not care about the prestige of being the head of the Jianghu Sect anymore, as he hastily stood up and tried to dissuade her.

Ye Qing looked at the high platform and pretended to be at a loss as he said, "Since he's calling for me, I naturally got it."

Seeing Ye Qing's expression, Kong Juncheng really wanted to slap him awake.

He said resentfully: "I am calling you Master Ye!" "It's not you!"

F * ck, do you think that anyone with the surname Ye is a master?

In the opinion of Kong Juncheng, no matter how young Master Ye was, he must be at least thirty years old.

How could a sixteen or seventeen year old be called a master?

Ye Qing shrugged his shoulders and blinked his eyes, pretending to be innocent.

"I'm just Master Ye."

Kong Juncheng was instantly infuriated.

He felt like he was facing an ox... No! He was playing a lute to a piece of wood! No matter what, it didn't make sense.

Old Qin, who had been paralyzed on the stage, also slowly stood up at this moment.

When he saw Ye Qing come up, his eyes widened.

Old Qin could not care about the chaos of vital energy and blood in his chest, and directly shouted in anger: "With your kung fu, you can't even beat one of this old man's hands, and you still dare to come up and throw your life away? Hurry down! The Peak Master is a great character, he will not care about this matter! "

As he spoke, he did his best to wink at Ye Qing.

At the side, Dai Sanfeng was frowning and crossed his arms over his chest as he sized up the youth on stage.

With his experience overseas and his exceptional eye for martial arts, he could naturally see that this skinny young man did not have any trace of inner Qi on him, and he did not even have a shred of foundation for martial arts.

Which martial arts practitioner would not even have a single cocoon in his hands?

For such a young man, not to mention the Protectors of the Secret Sect, even a strong man would be able to defeat him easily.

Furthermore, the rumored Master Ye was a master of mantras, and the improvement of mantras required time to build up. All the Tao masters with the same strength were much older than inner strength martial artists.

Even though Zhu Zhao normally said that Master Ye was very young, Dai Sanfeng thought that this young man was relative. Compared to the white-haired Master Jiang, forty years old meant that he was very young.

'Forget it. Since this kid dares to step on the stage, I'll use him to make an example of him. I'll let these Jianghu heads in the south know of my methods! '

Thinking of this, Dai Sanfeng's expression gradually darkened.