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Although Ye Qingxian didn't like practicing very much, he was in a bad mood last night and even vented. He controlled several women one after another, making him tremble when walking. But he was a core family member and a master in command. He was suddenly hit by the young man in blue and staggered forward and took two steps before stabilizing his body. He was a little startled and turned around in shock to see what had happened.

But when he saw the young man in green, with a pale face with a hint of shame and apology, his face suddenly darkened, and his mood suddenly became cloudy. He opened his mouth and cursed: "Ye Qinghan, you bastard, are you blind?"

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm leaving too fast." The young man in green who was named Ye Qinghan was obviously embarrassed, and there was a hint of panic and uneasiness on his slightly ashamed face.

"Sorry? If it's useful, there are no need to die so many people every day!" Ye Qingxian smiled coldly, thinking about the bitch in Zuiyan Pavilion last night, and also said "I'm sorry" to him in this tone. He was in a worse mood, and he couldn't help but scold him even more fiercely: "Why? You're so anxious to go back to attend the funeral for your mother?"

"You... Ye Qingxian, I just bumped into you. I've said sorry... Don't go too far, my mother is your elder at least." Ye Qinghan was a little ashamed, but when he heard Ye Qingxian's last words, he couldn't help but get angry, and he plucked his small eyes and pushed him up.

"Elder?" Looking at Ye Qinghan's slightly angry expression, Ye Qingxian felt a little relieved, but she seemed to be unsatisfied, and continued to tease: "I don't have the elder who has been...prostitutes."

"Ye Qingxuan!" Looking at the inadvertent smiles in the eyes of the eight door gods who were surrounded by the fun, Ye Qinghan was completely angry and defended loudly and roared: "My mother was a priest back then, not a prostitute. If you insult my mother again, don't blame me for being rude."

"Bah!"

Hearing the word Qinggong again, Ye Qingxian's beautiful face and cold rejection appeared in his mind again. His face suddenly became embarrassed and angry, and he shouted: "Qinggong? Insult? What can you do if you insult you? Waste! What's the waste produced by prostitutes? Do you still want to beat me?"

"You..." With the sound of "waste" and "prostitute" Ye Qinghan completely ran away. He put the medicine bag in his hand on the ground, kicked his hind legs, and ran towards Ye Qingyan like a sharp sword.

"Ye Qingxian, I want to fight with the duel...left hook!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The excitement here has already attracted the attention of countless servants in the City Lord's Mansion. As they were about to take action, everyone rushed over even faster and surrounded the eight door gods and started asking.

"Oh! So that's it... I'm talking about how the honest and dull Seventh Master is fighting with the Second Master! It turns out that the Second Master scolded him."

"Hmph! Just scold me. His mother was originally a priest. After Ye Qinghan's father Ye Dao died, he was the only one left in their second house, and he was still a waste of cultivation. I have seen that their second house will be kicked out of the city lord's mansion in a few years..."

"Shh, whisper, don't talk about these things. If you are found out by the execution hall, you will be punished. Let's bet on how many moves Ye Qinghan can do under the Second Young Master."

"Bah, Ye Qinghan's waste is at the first level of the elite realm. Although the second young master likes to play, others are very talented. The first level of the commanding realm vs. the first level of the elite realm, which is one level different from the third level. I think I can beat him down with three moves."

"Look, the second young master knocked the seventh young master away with one punch..."

Everyone stopped talking and turned to look over, and happened to see Ye Qinghan flying backwards in the air.

"Bang!"

Ye Qinghan slammed hard on the ground without raising a trace of dust. The gate of the city lord's mansion is an important place. It has to be cleaned several times a day, so how could there be dust?

"Everyone saw this. This is the duel proposed by Ye Qinghan himself. I officially announced that he would agree to the duel with him... He will sue the prison hall in the future, so you must testify for me." Ye Qingxian clapped his hands and said indifferently. He could just hit seven or eight garbage like Ye Qinghan, which is the first level of elite level. Of course, when he was in a bad mood, someone happened to come to his door to vent his anger, so he was very happy.

"Uh!" Ye Qinghan rubbed his knees, lowered his head and groaned, stared at the smug Ye Qingxian, kicked his hind legs, and quickly rushed forward: "Left hook!"

Ye Qinglian smiled contemptuously, turned his body slightly, avoided the oncoming fist, pushed his right leg upwards, and quickly swung his left fist to Ye Qinghan's belly.

"Bang!"

Ye Qinghan curled up his stomach and flew backwards again, but struggled for a while, continued to stand up, kicked his hind legs, and pounced on him again.

"Left hook!"

"Bang!"

"Or left hook!"

"Bang!"

"Left...uppress"

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!