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Chang Shang knew that this thin youth that he had always neglected was a true expert!

"What do you think, Yao Tian Hao? Do you agree or not? "As long as you agree, I will take care of this Scarface." Ye Qing drank a mouthful of tea and said indifferently.

Yao Tianhao kneeled on the floor, hugging Chang Shang's thigh. If that was a yes or no, that was a no.

His heart told him that even the number one instructor of the county's military, Qiu Zhen An, and the two godly archers with broken stars and crossbows had been defeated. What use would a skinny youth like him, Ye Qing, have?

However, with the current situation, this was his last hope.

He knew that the reason Chang Shang hadn't killed him yet was because he wanted to watch him cry and beg for mercy to make himself happy. It was impossible for Chang Shang to really let him go.

In the next moment, Yao Tianhao scrambled to Ye Qing's side.

"As long as you can save my life, I'll agree to any request!"

On the other side, when Chang Shang heard Ye Qing's arrogant words, the fury in his heart could not help but rise.

"Oh? Get rid of me? "What big words you have there."

So what if he was a true expert? He had met her in Borneo all these years. No matter who dared to stop him today, even if it was the gods, he would still die!

Ye Qing leisurely turned around with his back against the stone table while holding his tea cup. He looked at Chang Shang and said, "You are merely a middle stage inner strength cultivator. If your master, some martial arts grandmaster, were in front of me, he might be able to exchange a few blows with me."

"Brat, you're courting death!" Chang Shang's expression changed as killing intent surged in his eyes.

In his heart, his master was simply like a god. He had seen his master capture enemies alive countless times, as if capturing a small chicken.

Regardless of whether it was the East Ocean Island to the north or the Gupta Empire to the west, they could do nothing to his Master in the battlefield of Borneo.

And his master was of even greater importance in the secret sects of Java. This brat actually dared to humiliate his master like this. He should be dismembered into thousands of pieces.

"I will wrench your head off and have someone chop your body up bit by bit before tossing it into this Green Bamboo Bay to feed the fishes." Chang Shang spoke one word at a time, his body was full of murderous intent, which made everyone in the pavilion pale in fright.

Qiu Zhen, who was at the side, could not help but yell.

"At what time, a brat like you who doesn't know how high the sky and how deep the earth is actually jumping out to seek death!" Didn't you see how scary that was? 'Even I am not his match! '

He knew that Ye Qing was very arrogant, but he never expected him to be this arrogant!

"Oh, really? In front of me, you are nothing more than a teacup. "

Ye Qing smiled faintly. He turned a blind eye to Chang Shang who was charging towards him and sat on the stone bench without moving like a mountain.

The right hand holding the teacup, or more accurately speaking, the two fingers holding the teacup, suddenly flicked the middle finger of his third finger and the entire teacup shot out like a cannonball.

A faint silver light could be seen on the surface of the teacup.

The silvery light was shaped like a sharp sword!

My heart has a sword, everything is a divine weapon!

Sizzle …

Caught off guard, Chang Shang's right shoulder was hit by the teacup and his clothes were torn apart. The entire right shoulder was pierced by the tea cup, leaving behind only flesh and skin to prevent his right arm from falling to the ground.