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Chapter 443 Never Kneel! (first update)
This is a perfect man.

At least that's what Qin Yang thought when he saw him for the first time.

It doesn't mean his handsome appearance, but the temperament exuded from his body, every move seems to conform to the laws of heaven and earth, and is integrated with all things.

People can ignore him, but also make people remember him deeply.

Baidixuan?
Hearing Liu Wanling's voice next to him, Qin Yang was taken aback, secretly surprised: "So he is the Patriarch of the Bai family who killed his wife and son, Bai Dixuan."

I heard Roman, Liu Zhen and other people say it before. In everyone's words, this peerless genius who is born once in a thousand years, this powerful man who is about to ascend to immortality is a ruthless person who is extremely cold-blooded in his bones!
Killing his wife and son... How many people in the world would be so cold-blooded.

Qin Yang looked at Bai Dixuan's back, and for some reason, he felt a colic in his heart, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

"Shhh!!"

At this moment, a beautiful figure beside him suddenly shot towards Bai Dixuan's back.

Lightning fast!

The sword in his hand was shining with a bright blue light, it was extremely cold, and there was a chi-chi sound in the air.

But it was Liu Wanling!
At this moment, in Liu Wanling's eyes, there was a strong killing intent. Although that snow-white face was full of fear, it was more resolute.

As the eldest miss of the Liu family, her grandfather told her from the first moment she became sensible that she would be an enemy of the Bai family in this life!

When you see the Bai family, you must draw your sword!

"Three Moments of Soul Snatching!!"

At a distance of more than three feet from Baidixuan, Liu Wanling's figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, and in the next second, he appeared within ten feet, piercing the opponent's back with a cold long sword.

Bai Dixuan didn't seem to be aware of it, and still walked at a leisurely pace.

"puff--"

When she was only half a meter away from the opponent's body, the sword in Liu Wanling's hand could no longer stab, feeling wrapped in a ball of cotton.

At the same time, a strong counter-shock force came out, knocking her upside down and flying out, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Miss Wan Ling!"

Yuan Qi's complexion changed, and he quickly supported her.

Liu Wanling's face turned blue, Bai Dixuan glared angrily with a pair of almond eyes, and his pink lips trembled slightly.

Seeing that the other party was about to walk away, he suddenly shouted angrily: "Baidixuan!!"

The other party stopped.

After a while, he turned around and looked at Liu Wanling and the others.

This gaze is extremely indifferent.

In the black pupils, no emotions can be seen transparently, as if seeing through all the vicissitudes of the world, melting into the Qingqiu of thousands of years, disdaining human affairs, and watching the vicissitudes of life with cold eyes.

At the same time, an invisible coercion descended.

"Pfft!"

A young man couldn't hold on anymore and fell to his knees.

Then, the second, the third...

Liu Wanling clenched her fists and tried her best to resist the coercion. She bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, a cut was cut on her lip, and blood slowly flowed down.

"Pass!"

In the end, she still couldn't support herself and knelt on the ground!

"Damn!"

Liu Wanling cursed secretly, a little regretful that she hastily provoked the other party and put herself in the humiliation.

Glancing with her beautiful eyes, she was surprised to find that there was another person standing beside her, which looked extremely abrupt!

It was Qin Yang!

At this moment, Qin Yang's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and his face was flushed red. Although his legs trembled slightly, he stood still, refusing to bend for a moment.

He felt that there seemed to be a mountain above his head, which was slowly pressing down.

"puff--"

Qin Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, and black blood flowed out from his nose and ears.

His legs bent, and he was about to kneel. He quickly took out the long sword from the system space and inserted it into the ground. He tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, struggling to support himself, not letting himself kneel down.

Never kneel!

He, Qin Yang, only kneels down to Ning Xiuxin and Qin Yuanfeng in this life, and never kneels down to anyone else!

Not even God! !

The majestic coercion became more and more intense, Qin Yang's eyes were red, sweat mixed with blood, rolled down his cheeks, and fell to the ground.

At this time, his mind was blank, and he insisted on it completely in his own consciousness.

Qin Yang's actions surprised the other people kneeling next to him, and also made Bai Dixuan, who had indifferent eyes, a little more flustered.

After a moment of silence, he turned and left.

The moment he turned around, the coercion disappeared suddenly, and the suppressed crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Yang swayed and stabilized his body. While adjusting his breath, he looked at Bai Dixuan's leaving back with indifference in his eyes.

"Mr. Lu, you..."

Liu Wanling stood up from the ground, looked at Qin Yang with complicated eyes, her face was slightly hot.

A cultivator at the spiritual stage can resist the pressure of the other party and is still unwilling to kneel down, but these soul stage monks kneel down one by one, without the slightest desire to resist, which is really embarrassing.

There were other people who had the same idea as Liu Wanling, their eyes subconsciously avoided Qin Yang, and their faces were hot.

Shame!
It's not even as good as the spirit gathering period!
Wiping off the blood on his face, Qin Yang ignored everyone's weird expressions and smiled lightly: "Let's go."

Liu Wanling nodded her head, took out the compass, and began to lead the way.

Maybe it was because of Qin Yang's performance just now that they, the spirit monks, were so embarrassed that they kept away from Qin Yang, deliberately alienating them.

Only Liu Wanling chatted with Qin Yang curiously.

"Mr. Lu, do you know who that person was just now?"

Liu Wanling asked softly.

Qin Yang nodded: "I heard you call his name, it is Baidixuan, the head of the Guwu Bai family. Moreover, I also know that your Liu family and the Bai family have been grudges for a long time."

"That's right, almost all the ancient martial arts cultivators, and even some people in the secular world know about it. It's really surprising that you can persist for so long under his spiritual power. After all, few people can do it."

Liu Zhen said with a smile.

Qin Yang's eyes flickered, and he smiled faintly: "It's just luck, maybe I bear less pressure than you."

"Maybe, otherwise it's really hard to explain."

Liu Wanling smiled, but she also didn't want to admit that a monk who gathered spirits was better than her.

"Dog Shit Luck!"

Yuan Qi cursed in a low voice.

Liu Wanling frowned, and reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Yuan Qi, what's the matter with you? Why do you keep targeting Mr. Lu? Since we are a team now, we should help each other instead of causing internal strife."

Being scolded by the girl he likes, Yuan Qi's face turns red.

Suddenly, he raised his sword and pointed at Qin Yang, and said coldly: "Boy, if you have the ability to compete with me, the winner stays, and the loser gets out!"

"Yuan Qi, what do you mean! I just said not to start internal strife, but you didn't listen at all, did you? Besides, you are in the soul stage, what face do you have to compete with others in the spirit gathering stage?"

Liu Wanling's complexion changed, and she said angrily.

Faced with this situation, the others watched with cold eyes, but looked at Qin Yang gloatingly.

Just now Qin Yang accidentally made them look ugly, now he naturally expects this guy to get out, so as not to feel uncomfortable seeing him.

"What does hiding behind a woman sound like? Do you dare! If you are afraid of being unfair, I will stand still and fight you, and I will give you another hand!"

Yuan Qi stared at Qin Yang coldly, with an indifferent tone.

(End of this chapter)