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Chapter 1070 Competition! (Chapter 3)
Seeing Zhao Qingqing vomit blood suddenly, several friends who had a good relationship with her panicked and rushed over to check the situation.

Fortunately, Zhao Qingqing only vomited blood in a moment of excitement, and there was nothing serious about it.

"Boy, you are too much. A majestic man bullies a weak woman. I don't think I will teach you a lesson today!" A man in green shirt drew out his long sword and said angrily at Qin Yang.

"I see who dares to touch him!"

Zhong Lingxuan stood in front of Qin Yang, and said coldly: "Obviously it was Miss Zhao who insisted on letting Yang Qing expose her scandal, but now it's Yang Qing who blames her. You are too overbearing, why don't you say that she is a big girl?" Miss, bully an ordinary disciple!"

"you--"

The man in green shirt pointed at Zhong Lingxuan with his sword, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Okay..." At this time Xu Jianglong said lightly, with a bit of displeasure in his tone: "This is the place for the old man's birthday banquet. If you want to make trouble, go outside."

Seeing Xu Jianglong speak, everyone fell silent.

But Zhao Qingqing quit, and said with a suppressed anger: "Grandpa Xu, our two families used to be considered family friends, I lost face here today, and my grandpa will definitely come to hold me accountable when I go back, and you will lose face by then." Looks good."

"Then what do you want?"

Xu Jianglong's tone was a little cold.

Zhao Qingqing raised her chin, with an indifferent arc drawn on the corners of her lips, and said lightly: "It's very simple, let this guy named Yang Qing kneel down and apologize to me!"

"Joke! Our disciples of the Zhong family still need to kneel down and apologize to you, a shameless shrew?" Zhong Lingxuan could endure the other party's ridicule by herself, but she would never let others insult Qin Yang.

"Who do you scold without shame!" Zhao Qingqing's eyes were full of hostility.

"Even if you don't let your own pet pig go, is there any shame? I'm still surprised that this spirit demon pig used to be quite big, but now it has become so thin. It turns out that you squeezed it dry."

Not to be outdone, Zhong Lingxuan mocked.

The people around who joined in the fun secretly laughed, making Zhao Qianqian's face turn from red to purple, and from purple to black, which was extremely ugly!
At this time, the man in the blue shirt who raised the sword said coldly: "Miss Zhong, we are all members of the Eight Great Families. It would be too embarrassing for us to fight over an ordinary disciple. If you feel that you are at a disadvantage , then let me compete with this brother Yang Qing, whoever loses will apologize!"

Hearing this, Zhong Lingxuan snorted coldly, and said: "Zhang Jianshan, you can say this well. Yang Qing just entered my Zhong family, and his strength is only gathering spirits. You, a cultivator of Kongming, want to compete with him, and you are too shameless Alright."

"Miss Zhong misunderstood me. After all, this is Patriarch Xu's birthday banquet. It would be too disrespectful for Mr. Xu to compete with swords and guns. I will have a simple contest with him."

As he said that, Zhang Jianshan took out an exquisite flute from the storage ring, put it on the table in front of him, and said loudly: "I believe many people have seen this thing."

"Magic flute!?"

Zhong Lingxuan lost her voice, and the people around her were all amazed.

Seeing Qin Yang's doubts, Zhong Lingxuan said in a low voice: "This flute is called 'Magic Sound Flute'. It was originally a magic weapon of a monk in the Demon Realm. Later, it was picked up by Zhang Jianshan in the Ancient Martial Realm. This magic flute can lose people for a short time. The mind has a powerful attack on the spiritual power."

It turned out to be a magic weapon for mental attack. I thought it was some kind of thing.

Hearing Zhong Lingxuan's explanation, Qin Yang didn't take it seriously.

At this time, Zhang Jianshan said calmly: "I will compare my mental ability with this brother Yang Qing. As long as whoever can maintain his sanity under this magic flute for a longer time, whoever can win!"

"No, it's not fair to Yang Qing!"

Zhong Lingxuan flatly refused, "This magic weapon is yours in the first place, of course you have the experience to resist it, but how can Yang Qing, a monk who gathers spirits, resist it. You clearly want to use this to humiliate Yang Qing and make him stand out in front of everyone." Make a fool of yourself!"

Zhong Lingxuan wasn't talking nonsense, because many people had bet with Zhang Jianshan back then, they were lost by the magic flute, causing them to make ugly appearances and make people laugh.

Now Zhang Jianshan is using this method again, obviously intending to use the magic flute to make Qin Yang lose his mind, and then make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

"Miss Zhong, this magic flute only attacks people's spiritual power. It attacks monks below the Kong Ming stage to the same extent. There is no one who takes advantage. It depends on whether Brother Yang Qing has the guts to compare it with me. Compared."

Zhang Jianshan used provocative words and looked at Qin Yang with provocative eyes.

"Okay, I'll compare with you." Qin Yang said.

"Yang Qing, don't be impulsive." Zhong Lingxuan was startled, quickly grabbed his arm, and said anxiously, "You don't understand the power of that magic weapon, don't fall for the opponent's trick!"

Qin Yang smiled slightly: "Don't worry, miss, even that guy chooses to humiliate himself, then I will satisfy him."

"But--"

"It's okay, trust me." Qin Yang blinked.

Seeing Qin Yang's insistence on the competition, Zhong Lingxuan sighed secretly, and couldn't persuade her anymore, and said softly: "If you can't persist, you should quit quickly, don't be arrogant, you know?"

"I see."

Qin Yang nodded, took a step forward, and said to Zhang Jianshan: "This competition method is quite new. Since Senior Brother Zhang insists on competing with me, I'd rather be respectful than obedient. If I lose, I will give Miss Zhao knelt down and apologized. If you lose, then... just call me Grandpa."

Hearing Qin Yang's arrogant conditions, Zhang Jianshan's eyelids twitched, anger climbed onto his face, and he sneered, "Yes!"

He firmly believed that Qin Yang, a spirit-gathering cultivator, could not have a strong spiritual ability. He could only hold on to the magic flute for a few seconds at most. At that time, he really wanted to see Qin Yang's ugly state after losing his mind. He believed it would be great.

"Are you going to start first, or should I start first?" Zhang Jianshan asked.

Qin Yang straightened his body and said lightly, "I'll go first."

"Stinky boy, it's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."

Zhang Jianshan sneered secretly, made Qin Yang stand within the attack range of the magic flute, then took out a piece of jade and gently placed it in a groove on the magic flute.

Immediately, the magic flute made a strange sound.

The sound was like howling from a ghost, and it also had a unique style of Western Region music, which was extremely weird.

The others didn't feel anything, but Qin Yang, who was within the attack range, felt as if an invisible force was attacking his brain from the moment the magic flute sounded.Gradually, he felt a little drowsy.

Yes, this magic weapon is quite awesome.

Qin Yang was a little surprised.

However, he, with his own cheating, obviously doesn't pay attention to this kind of mental attack. For him, the mental attack of the magic flute is just a tickle, and it can't cause harm.

"Xiaomeng, can the attack power of this magic flute be increased? I plan to make that Zhang Jianshan make a fool of himself later."

Qin Yang asked suddenly.

(End of this chapter)