Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 47 It's okay, he can't lose
Everyone Jane, Li Qingshan, and Shui Zhu'er put down the mahjong in their hands and looked at Yan Se.

"It's okay, he can't lose, Hongzhong!"

Yan Se calmly pushed out the card on her rightmost side.

"Senior Brother, this time Nephew Han singled out the entire Taoist sect from Xiling, the people over there don't know how to strike, I'd better go and have a look." Li Qingshan stood up and was about to leave.

"Qingshan, sit down, do you want to run because you have a bad card? Have you bid yet?" Yan Se calmly hooked her head and glanced at Li Qingshan's cards, feeling very unlucky.

"Brother, what time is it..." Li Qingshan tried to persuade anxiously, but was interrupted by Yan Se waving his hand.

"Sit." Yan Se gave everyone a small look of relief.

"After what happened last time, I think I should almost keep up with Yeer's rhythm."

"He is definitely not the kind of person who is aimless."

"Thinking about it now, the few old fellows we can handle in the South Gate, me, you, Lu Qingchen, who else? None of the juniors can find anyone who can take responsibility."

"Otherwise, the group of people in Xiling can make such a big commotion this time?"

"Qingshan, it's time to let go, just let Ye'er follow his way of thinking, what we can help is to wipe his ass in the final court."

"Hey! Touch yourself, you're stupid!"

Yan Se happily picked up a card, shook it in the helpless eyes of everyone, then licked the note, and stuck it to everyone's bitter faces.

Suzaku Avenue.

It was originally the avenue for envoys and businessmen from various countries to enter the inner city of Chang'an. The prosperity of the past is no longer, and it is replaced by a sense of solemnity and solemnity.

Sergeants lined up neatly under the eaves on both sides.

The cold wind blew up the last few withered maple leaves and landed at Han Ye's feet.

At the end of the street, a row of black shadows can be vaguely seen. The black shadows are getting closer, and there are about dozens of people wearing Taoist robes of the Xilin Temple.

The leading man was dressed in white, and his jade-like face and upright figure made him stand out from the crowd.

The crowd gradually approached, and Han Ye was sitting on a recliner, rocking leisurely.

Prince Longqing held a mutton fat jade fan and looked at the sergeants on both sides, and smiled disdainfully.

"You are Han Ye? Is this the one-on-one you said? Is this Tang Guo's bearing?"

Han Ye ignored Long Qing's words, but looked at the eaves to the side, where the two obviously oversized heads were moving up and down.

"Hey, you little brats, don't fall, what's the fun when adults fight." Han Ye winked, and the two sergeants went to pick up a few children who had been watching the fun secretly and left.

"Boy, don't you even understand basic etiquette? The Son of Light is asking you something!"

Han Ye yawned and turned his head.

"I'm sorry, the children in the Tang Kingdom are a bit skinny, and it will be bad if they fall from above and get hurt."

"You mean a group of us standing here is not as good as a few little bastards who don't know where they come from?"

'Snapped! 'The speaker was knocked to the ground by an unknown force, blood and teeth spat out on the ground.

Long Qing's pupils shrank. At first he thought that the person in front of him was just a self-confident, courageous warrior. But now it seems that the other party either has some means to conceal his realm, or is far superior to himself. .

But is this possible?Such a young life-knowing practitioner?
"I'm Han Ye. As for the surrounding soldiers, they should be here to throw you out of Tang Dynasty who will be disabled in the future."

"My Tang Dynasty established the country with martial arts. If I want to preach in the Tang Dynasty, I must get my consent."

"The best way to get me to agree is to be beaten up by me and beg me in tears. Maybe I will agree when I am in a good mood."

As soon as Han Ye finished speaking, the faces of all the members of the Xiling Taoist sect turned red. They were not happy about being beaten just now, but because Long Qing didn't speak, he didn't dare to go beyond the rules, so he didn't move.

But Han Ye's words just now clearly rubbed the dignity of their Xiling on the ground, can this be tolerated?
A bell floated in the hands of a Taoist who looked quite foreign, and the bell would automatically move without wind, and the sound of the bell piercing the soul came from it.

"Jingle bell~"

The sergeants around fell to the ground and rolled in pain as the sound waves spread.

As soon as Han Ye pointed it out, the bell exploded instantly, and the foreign Taoist flew backwards as if he had been hit hard, and hit the wall without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

All the Xiling people were startled, they gathered around to check on the Taoist's injuries, only Long Qing stood still with his eyes on the spot, his expression extremely solemn.

"Why have I never heard of a young practitioner like you in our Taoist sect?" Long Qing asked.

Han Ye turned his head away and ignored him again.

"I know that you were sent by His Majesty to protect me, but this is a battle between practitioners after all, you should retreat as far as you can." Han Ye waved his hand, and a sense of calm and concentration swept through everyone's minds. The dizziness caused by the ringing just now dissipated in an instant.

"Thank you Mr. Han!"

"Before we came, His Majesty had stated that Mr. Han's order shall prevail."

"All Mingguang Guards obey the order!"

"Exit Suzaku Avenue!"

With the sound of neat iron shoes leaving, Suzaku Street was instantly emptied, leaving only Han Ye and the people from Xiling facing each other.

"It's possible that I didn't quite understand what I just said."

"I mean, I, alone, single out all of you."

"Please don't gourd babies save Grandpa one by one." Han Ye casually volleyed and slapped an angry and frustrated Taoist rushing up.

At this moment, Long Qing finally understood in his heart that the realm of the person in front of him was definitely much higher than him, so he stepped back decisively into the crowd.

"Construct the Light Formation!"

The people around looked at each other and understood Long Qing's meaning in an instant. They all knelt down and formed a circle to protect Long Qing in the middle. The concentration of everyone's thought power seemed to form some kind of magic circle.

There seemed to be some kind of terrifying energy in the sky locked onto Han Ye's existence.

"What the hell is this..."

Han Ye walked towards them speechlessly, there was a buzzing sound above the clouds, and a strong beam of light fell on Han Ye instantly.

The intense high temperature made the ground of Suzaku Avenue burn black, and white air evaporated around Han Ye.

"Have you hit them all?"

The light formation, this is the hunting method used by the priests of Xiling to walk in the wilderness to treat the barren people. Anyone who is hit by Haotian Shenhui will be burned to ashes in an instant.

All the Xiling people looked expectantly at where Han Ye was, and then their expressions froze in horror.

I saw the endless rays of light descending from the sky like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, showing a funnel shape and being sucked into a halo at Han Ye's dantian.

That halo seemed to be an endless abyss, and all the light could not escape.

The Haotian Shenhui that was being continuously sent in suddenly stopped.

Han Ye opened his enjoying eyes, and looked at the sweaty crowd with disgust.

"Tsk, so short? You can't..."

Long Qing's face was extremely ugly. He had never heard of the method of absorbing light into the body, and the Mozong only absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth.

Light, that is the existence that can purify all mortal bodies in the world!

"If the person in front of him can absorb light, wouldn't that mean..." Long Qing suddenly thought of what the priest of light had said to him.

"The Son of Light is over there..."

Long Qing stared blankly at Han Ye and said nothing. He couldn't believe that this man who seemed to have no respect for Haotian was the real Son of Light!
The cold spring breeze hit, freezing the sweat on everyone's bodies.

Han Ye frowned slightly. He seemed to see a blood-red figure walking slowly towards him at the end of Zhuque Street.

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　　I just said how the recent collection can't rise!
　　Pushed hard and doesn't move...

　　The hateful Ye Erniang ruined my orthodoxy! ! !

　　Whoa, whoa, whoa!

　　Fellow Daoists, please take a look at the new character card, can this work...
　　brain pain

　　I deleted all the posts of that woman, thank you all for reminding me!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)