Yun Yong laughed, dragged his body, bent down, grabbed Zheng Sanpao's back collar, and with force, Zheng Sanpao's entire upper body unnaturally leaned back.

Just now, half of Zheng Sanbiaozi's face fell to the ground first, and her skin was broken, and a big tooth fell, and her mouth was covered in blood. She was dizzy. She felt the sound of buzzing like a bulge in her ears, and she subconsciously scratched and pushed forward.

"I said that winning you is as simple as winning a girl-"

Ma Yunyong raised his fist as big as a sand bowl and punched Zheng Biao in the nose.

Bang!

Zheng Biao's nose bone burst, and thick blood sputtered out like a knocked soy sauce bottle.

The cervical spine suddenly raised back and rolled his eyes. Poor Master Zheng San was knocked unconscious by Master Ma San on the spot.

"Boy, now you know that your Master Ma San is amazing."

As soon as Ma Yunyong let go, Zheng Biao's fainting body fell to the ground.

Absolute power plus absolute will, in the end, defeated skills and cultivation.

"Yun Yong, good-"

Qingyun audience disciples rushed up in rushing.

Seeing the uncle from the distance stretching out his thumb and smiling at him, his words were self-evident - good.

Ma Yunyong was about to break up, but he couldn't hide his smile. He gave a thumbs up to the uncle of his junior - I won. Then he relaxed his mind, and Ma Yunyong felt that the world turned around, and his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and fainted.

"Yun Yong——"

Ye Qingxuan was shocked and rushed over with his internal strength.

After a little investigation, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Although my body was traumatized, it was all skin trauma and bone injuries. The internal injuries were not serious, so there was no need to worry about any consequences. Then I took out a pill from my arms and stuffed it into Yun Yong's mouth.

Then he said to the disciples around him: "Take the bearded man back to the room and have a good rest."

"Yes, uncle--"

Seeing the disciples around him walking back to the view with Yun Yong carefully, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh. It seems that my decision today is not wrong. The disciples of Qingyun Temple have finally become a little bit like this. Yun Yong is a good person and deserves to be cultivated.

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, turned around and walked to Zheng Biao who was lying on the ground.

Although Zheng Biao is brave and fierce, it is the child's energy fault. It is only because the elders in the family are not good at supervising. What's more, this unlucky boy was only in his teens and could already practice a white-level martial arts so well, and he was somewhat talented. What's particularly rare is that this boy Zheng is a playboy, but he is brave enough to admit defeat and is not distorted, but he has a somewhat free and neat personality.

Enemies should be resolved rather than made up. For Yun Yong's nephew, I would rather be a good person than be a good person. There is no need to add an unnecessary enemy to the child because of his competitive spirit.

Judging from the prospects of Qingyun's future, there will never be few enemies, so why bother to fill in your worries?

The servants brought by Zheng Biao were quite panicked at this time and tried to take his son away for medical treatment.

Seeing the little Taoist priests in Qingyun Temple come over, they made several servants wary, fearing that they would be unfavorable to the young master again.

"What are you going to do, this little Taoist priest? My young master is the young master of the Zheng family in Qingyang Town. Please forgive others if you want to. Don't do anything randomly."

The servant who had been trying to condemn the enemy before was a little braver and shouted tremblingly, but his voice was trembling, quite fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

This is not a fault for these servants. After all, they are also warriors. How can these ordinary people who have not entered the ranks of martial arts practice not be afraid?

Qingxuan smiled slightly and said lightly: "It's okay, I'll look at him--"

Regardless of the alert Yan Shen, who was a few servants, Ye Qingxuan walked directly to Zheng Biao.

At this time, Zheng Biao had his nose bone collapsed, his face was covered with blood, and he was unconscious.

Ye Qingxuan directly found two willow branches and stuffed them into his nose, but straightened his nose bones, took out a green pill from his arms and stuffed them into Zheng Biao's mouth.

"This, this is--" Several servants obviously wanted to stop him, but after moving for a while, they did not dare to step forward again.

"Don't worry, it's a pill to save people, not a poison..."

I sighed inwardly. Although this [Grass and Tree Pill] is just a white-level pill, and its function is to remove internal injuries and accumulate a little qi, it was also stolen by myself from my master. I was useless once, but I used it to save others. It was really easy to come and it was easy to go.

After a slow massage on Zheng Biao's chest, he dissolved the medicinal power. In a short while, Zheng Biao woke up.

After looking at the little Taoist priest in front of him, he knew that it was the junior master of a high grade. Zheng Biao didn't thank him, but just sighed and said dejectedly: "Oh, I didn't expect that I lost to that stupid guy again-"

"Donor Zheng was joking-"

Looking at Zheng Biao's questioning face, Ye Qingxuan chuckled and said, "Actually, none of you lost. You all won. You won yourself - it's pretty good - after all, you are still young... and it's still early to lose?"

Patting Zheng Biao's shoulder, Ye Qingxuan walked back to Qingyun Temple with a smile.

Yes, they are still young.

Young is capital.

Doing anything is not the end as long as you don’t give up; if you don’t end, you won’t fail; if you don’t fail, how can you lose?

Looking at the little Taoist boy floating away.

Zheng Biao said in a daze. Although he lost or suffered a crushing defeat, his heart had never been so open. He just felt that he had a goal in his life, but what was this goal? Looking at the figure of the little Taoist priest who went away, Zheng Biao felt a little empty in his heart... At the same time, he felt itchy on his face and a little hot on his nose. He reached out and grabbed it, but he was touching the willow branch in his nose. He grinned in pain in an instant.

This time it seems that I will have to lie down for another two months. But that bastard Ma Yunyong must lie down for longer than me.

"Let's go - let's go home -" Even though I lost, Zheng Biao had never felt so happy. The little calf's nose was right. I was only twelve years old, young, and had time... I lost to that beast, but if I win myself, I will not lose forever.

He shouted with great enthusiasm, but he could not get the reaction of the servants for a long time. Zheng Biao looked back with some confusion, but saw several servants staring at the back of the little Taoist priest who had gone away, all of whom were demented as if they had seen a paradise.

He gave the nearest servant a big mouth and angrily said, "Bastard, why don't you send me home?-"

"Yes, yes————————————”

Finally, a few servants who came to their senses carried Zheng Biao down the mountain with all their might.

Zheng Biao pulled out the willow branches from his nose, blew his bloody snot in his hand, and casually left it aside.

Looking back at the plaque covered by the shade of willows: "Qingyun Temple".

"Oh, I lost when I lost - I really don't understand what I want to admit -" Zheng Biao muttered in disbelief, and at the same time, a handsome figure of Taoist boy came to his mind again, "Who is that sacred 's uncle' who spoke old-fashionedly?"

Just after everyone had dispersed, two figures turned out from the mountain road not far from the gate. Two Taoist priests, one with white hair, a shiny face and a transcendent image; the other with a square face, a short beard under the jaw, and a serious face...

"Qingzheng, what do you think?" asked the old Taoist priest.

"Master, have you been a little too late? I asked my disciples to force their fight with the warriors. Fortunately, there were no serious consequences, otherwise..."

However, the two were the most important leaders of Qingyun Temple, Lingxu Zhenren and his great disciple Qingzheng Taoist. But they didn't know why they appeared here together.

Hearing Qingzheng's words, Lingxu Zhenren shook his head with a chuckle and said, "You, you - you are too square in normal times. You must know that even your third junior brother has figured out the barriers in this. Otherwise, no matter how much Qingxuan asks for each other, your third junior brother will not easily agree to Qingxuan for the sake of Qingxiu, just because he also thought of the reason..."

"Master, this..." Lu Qingzheng looked confused and didn't know how to answer Master.
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